Pixian

The white snow is flying, like rubbing cotton and flocculents, and throwing it all over the sky.

Sky Empire, Xianle Province.

The great cold has come, and it is the new year of the Yuntian Empire, the coldest moment in the world.

Although the auspicious snow heralds a good year, it should be the most festive time, but in the prince's mansion in Xianle Province, there is no atmosphere of Chinese New Year.The entire palace was still deserted in the snow, except for the red lanterns hanging everywhere, there was no preparation for firecrackers, let alone fireworks.

Snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky, and a young man who looked like a servant was stomping at the door, his hands clasped together, steaming, and his eyes staring outside the door.The snowflakes withered covered the steps at the entrance of the palace, but strangely, no one came to clean it. In the whole palace under the lantern, only two stone lions on the left and right were still majestic.

Just like the Prince Weiyuan back then.

"Come, come, come..."

In less than half a stick of incense, the boy's eyes lit up, and he saw the sound of orderly footsteps in the distance.Not long after, I saw a group of armored cavalry running towards this side stepping on the snow.There were more than [-] people in total, and everyone had a solemn face.

The leader was a hunchbacked old man. He led the horse and talked while walking. On the horses of those people, there were more than a dozen doctors holding medicine boxes and wearing crowns.

The boy quickly put down his hand, opened the door in a panic, and a group of people went up the stairs and walked in.

The whole process was terribly dull, and no one made a sound.

Seeing their leaving back, the young man cupped his hands towards the sky and suddenly knelt down, put his hands together, and murmured: "Please bless the gods, please bless all the gods, and bless the prince to pass this test safely, the prince must be fine ..."

With a pious attitude, he closed his eyes and meditated silently after speaking, and finally kowtowed three times heavily.

This boy is Xiaowu, a villager in Dushi Village, Xianle Province.He is ranked fifth in the family, so he is also called Du Laowu.He is 17 years old this year, and he was selected into the palace as early as 13 years old.

Originally, his wish was to be a soldier of the royal palace guard, but he never thought that he could not fight, at most he only had a little bit of strength to take on the task.In the end, he was not picked.

But he was very young, and he was unwilling to return to the poor mountain village like this, so he stuffed a little money and finally kept it as a servant.And it took four or five years to do this, spending most of his youth.

"Little five."

A voice came from the gate, Xiao Wu looked around, but a middle-aged man came out.The middle-aged man was also dressed as a servant, wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, he looked a little more bloated and ridiculous than the young Xiao Wu.

The man sprayed mist from his mouth, frowned and looked at Xiao Wu who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "What are you doing kneeling on the ground?"

"It's nothing." Xiao Wu quickly stood up, before he had time to pat the snow on his knees.He naturally knew this middle-aged man, he was the servant in the palace and his boss, everyone called him Uncle Gao.

"Xiao Wu, it's best not to play with these immortals and Buddhas in the palace. What the prince hates and dislikes most is such superstitious things." Seeing Xiao Wu's appearance, Uncle Gao couldn't guess what he did just now. What, the voice said coldly: "I know you also want the prince to get well soon, but this can only be done by doctors, not these illusory immortals and Buddhas."

"I know." Xiao Wu replied with his head down, his legs were a little stiff.

Uncle Gao stepped forward and patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder, looked at the silver-gray sky in the distance, and sighed: "For those of us who are servants, working in the palace is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, and the prince is our rebirth." Parents, as long as we pray sincerely and God knows our sincerity, the prince will not leave us."

Xiao Wu said gruffly: "Didn't Uncle Gao just say that you can't believe in these illusory fairy Buddhas?"

With a "pop", Xiao Wu covered his head, looked at Uncle Gao who knocked his head violently, and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Gao?"

"You have been in the palace for four years, and you have been under my command for two and a half years. Why don't you know how to change things at all." Uncle Gao snorted, and was contradicted by Xiao Wu. This kid is diligent in everything he does, but he is not clever enough. I used to have a stupid and clever guy like you under my command."

"Is Uncle Gao scolding me or praising me?" Xiao Wu asked without knowing why.

"What do you think?" Uncle Gao glared at him and said, "Looking at you like this, I can't help but want to beat you up!"

Xiao Wu smiled awkwardly and stopped talking.

Uncle Gao looked at the sky outside, the heavy snow was as endless as cotton wool, and the coldness in the air invaded from the ground, so he couldn't help wrapping himself up, looking at the big red lantern hanging above his head, his eyes suddenly became vicissitudes, It seems to be recalling something: "The boy who was with me before, has a name similar to yours, called Xiaosi. If he is alive now, he should be in his 30s..."

"He's dead?" Xiao Wu shuddered.

"Although you have been a servant for so long, compared to Xiaosi, your luck is better than his. Although he has been the son's book boy, but... hey." At this point, Uncle Gao sighed and said: "This is his luck, but also his misfortune. Although the disappearance of the son has nothing to do with him, he still cannot escape from this difficulty. This is the rule of the palace, the rule of the nobleman."

"Ah, it turns out that the fourth brother is the book boy next to Shizi?"

This relationship goes back a little far. When Shizi disappeared, he hadn't been born yet.

"Yes." The corner of Uncle Gao's mouth raised an inexplicable arc, and he said lightly: "You have been in the palace for so many years, do you think that when the palace is in the capital, the Chinese New Year is like this?" Uncle Gao shook his head, recalling: "At the beginning, the palace was crowded with people, and there was an endless stream of officials paying New Year's greetings, especially the big bosses of the Ministry of War, who seemed to have stepped on the threshold of the palace. The scenery at that time was even envied by the current emperor. .”

Xiao Wu was overwhelmed by Uncle Gao's words, but seeing the desolate scene in the palace, a feeling of sadness suddenly came to his heart, and he said: "Then why is it like this now? The prince is seriously ill, and even the imperial doctor refuses to leave the capital." Come. The defense of Xianle Province has not come a few times."

"Of course, because the lord has lost power." Uncle Gao's eyes were cold, anger flashed across his face, and there was a trace of helplessness: "Now in the court, since the prince disappeared and the lord left the capital, the wind direction has completely changed. Those old slickers, who don't know what the emperor means, they wish the prince would die sooner!"

"How can these people do this, the Holy One really has such a meaning?" Xiao Wu said indignantly!

"Although the Holy Majesty didn't say it clearly, no one would not know what it means." Uncle Gao said lightly: "As servants, we must be careful about what to say and what not to say. That's why I said so much, Xiaowu, you must keep your mouth tight, and don't reveal what I said today to anyone."

"I understand." Xiao Wu said.

"Hey!" Uncle Gao sighed, and said, "My lord has been suffering from a stubborn illness for many years. After the princess left, and then the son's disappearance, this illness has become more and more serious." He stared at the sky and prayed: "I sincerely hope that the lord can pass this year safely, please God bless..."

Xiao Wu also stood beside Uncle Gao, clasped his hands together, and silently recited...

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Although Xianle Province is the fiefdom of King Weiyuan, the palace is not luxuriously built, not even an atmosphere that embodies the demeanor of a king.There are only six or seven courtyards and three school yards in total. If it weren’t for the four gold-lettered signboards of “Weiyuan Palace” hanging at the door and the two majestic stone lions whose bodies are cast like gold, some people would think that this place is just an ordinary wealthy family or a businessman. mansion.

It's really quaint and a bit shabby.

The other courtyard near the left is the private courtyard of Weiyuan Prince's Mansion.

After returning to the fiefdom from the capital, Chu Yunfei had already let go of the government affairs. He put aside all his possessions and rights, and sat on a wild crane in the clouds to enjoy the rest of his life.

It's a pity that fate has played tricks on people. He has not been here for many years, and the chronic and serious illnesses that have always existed in his body have relapsed. Now that he has supported for more than 30 years, he can no longer sustain it.

At the gate of the yard, Mr. Liu stood outside the door, watching the doctors go in one by one, and came out shaking his head and sighing after a while, his gloomy old face also collapsed.

He has been with Chu Yunfei for so many years, although he is also because of the request from above to use Chu Yunfei to win the map of mountains and rivers, which is why he, a congenital monk, has been wronged here.But the human heart is made of flesh after all. He has been a master and servant for nearly 50 years. Chu Yunfei has seen everything from the proud smile back then to the desolation and desolation now. When I got there, I felt the helplessness and pain.

Since Kongtong Taoist returned from the Ziyun Gate with a serious injury a month ago, the casual cultivators belonging to their camp have been in a mess.Mr. Liu was originally the apprentice of the old man with a bone head, and later the Taoist with a bone head followed the Taoist Kongtong, and he was also a member of the big camp of casual cultivators.

Right now, the prince is ill and blind, he really wants to help Chu Yunfei, but his ability is limited, but although his innate cultivation is beyond the category of mortals, he is still powerless, not to mention, Chu Yunfei He knew his identity a long time ago, and Chu Yunfei just shook his head in refusal when General Liu saved him.

Old Liu knew in his heart that there were too many knots in the prince's heart, which was also the root cause of his serious illness. He didn't want to recover, and he didn't want to be cured.He wanted to go, leave this world, and meet his dead relatives.

Just to reassure everyone, Chu Yunfei didn't stop them from visiting famous doctors everywhere for treatment. If the prince doesn't cooperate with the treatment, even a genius doctor will be futile.What's more, his condition is really too difficult, and there is not much breath left.

"Hey……"

This group of doctors was brought back from other provinces and states within three days. There are 17 people in total. At this moment, 14 people have come out, and there are three more people. There is definitely no hope.

The yard is full of piled snow, the prince does not allow any servants to approach this area, and no one has come to clean it for a long time.Liu Lao looked at the sky, and the heavy snow seemed to have stopped a little.

During this time, two more doctors came out, and finally there was only one left.

Seeing the doctor walk in hunchbacked like himself, Mr. Liu frowned, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.At this stall, the man pushed the door and entered, and then slowly closed the door.