The little medical concubine

Chapter 460 How Could It Be Him
Qi Yanjun took out a piece of silver from his bosom, "Little master, if that man appears in the future, you should pay more attention to him, remember, don't say what you shouldn't say, let alone let that man know that I have been here, that man may be here right now." He is the prisoner the imperial court is looking for."

The young monk saw Yin Zi's eyes lit up, and when he heard that the man was a criminal of the imperial court, he immediately covered his mouth, "Benefactor, the poor monk must keep his mouth shut."

After Qi Yanjun called the little monk, he immediately left the Thousand Buddha Pagoda and met two guards on the road.

"Master Hou, there is no other suspicious person found in the mountain, and my subordinates looked at the entire mountain, only this road leads directly to the bottom of the mountain, and there are no other paths." One of the guards said.

Another said, "The subordinates have not found anything suspicious, and there are no wild animals in this mountain."

Qi Yanjun nodded, "Go back, you guys go down the mountain and have a look."

"Yes." The two immediately agreed.

Back at the Huguo Temple, Tang Xinyi was still resting in the wing room, and just after noon, Qi Yanjun was walking around the Huguo Temple.

Huguo Temple was built when Jingguo was first built. It is said that at that time, an eminent monk once calculated that the ancestors of Jingguo had the destiny to become emperor. .

Qi Yanjun seldom came to Huguo Temple on weekdays. He was not too superstitious about the gods and Buddhas, but although he didn't believe it, he was still in awe, so he couldn't imagine who was so bold and dared to do such a thing in the Buddha's place.

He stepped into the main hall, raised his eyes to look at the statue in the middle of the main hall, the beaded brows were kind and gentle, revealing a faint sacred and majestic aura, Qi Yanjun bowed together, and looked up to see the lamp in front of him.

Wei Zhan...is the son of the eldest princess. He remembered that there should be two lamps. Why is there only one lamp left?Where is the concubine's rebirth lamp?
Just when Qi Yanjun was feeling puzzled, another middle-aged man walked in outside. He didn't seem to expect that there were people in the hall, and was startled when he saw Qi Yanjun.

Qi Yanjun glanced at him indifferently. Although the other party was old, he was still tall and strong. Although his beard covered most of his face, his eyes were not ordinary.

This person...Qi Yanjun was suspicious, why did his eyebrows look familiar?But he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Master Hou, Madam has woken up." At this moment, a maid came to look for Qi Yanjun.

Qi Yanjun nodded, "Let Madam wait a little longer, I'll go back right away."

When the middle-aged man heard that the girl was called Lord Qi Yanjun, a stern light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at this young and handsome Lord Hou without leaving a trace, and he could probably guess his identity.

"Master, where is Prince Wei's passing away lamp?" Qi Yanjun ignored the middle-aged man, but asked the abbot who had just walked over.

The abbot clasped his hands together and explained, "My old man has seen Zhen Guohou, the son-in-law's death lamp was not broken by the eldest princess, and the eldest princess said that the deceased is already dead, and there is no need to re-light the death lamp for the son-in-law."

Qi Yanjun was stunned, his eyes fell on Wei Zhan's death lamp, he and Wei Zhan were very good friends when they were young, if Wei Zhan hadn't died, I don't know what it would be like now.

"Master, this Marquis wants to add lamp oil to Young Master Wei." Qi Yanjun's tone was slightly sad.

The middle-aged man standing aside gave him a deep look.

The master abbot brought a delicate oil pot, "Master Hou, this is the lamp oil that Eldest Princess prepared for Young Master Wei."

Qi Yanjun nodded lightly, "This Marquis will add another 100 taels."

The master abbot recited a Buddhist name.

"Zhen Guohou really cares about love and nostalgia." The middle-aged man looked at Qi Yanjun and said in a deep voice,
"How do you know that this Marquis values ​​affection?" Qi Yanjun looked up at the middle-aged man, feeling more and more familiar with him.

The middle-aged man said softly, "I have come to see the master abbot several times, but seeing Lord Hou commemorate a person who has died for more than ten years like this, isn't it a matter of friendship?"

"Your Excellency?" Qi Yanjun wanted to make friends with the other party, so his tone was not very cold. Judging from his accent, he seemed to be from Kyoto.

"I'm just a businessman. My surname is Wei and my name is Maoting. I happen to settle down in the capital. I have a relationship with the abbot master, so I often come to listen to him talk about Buddhism. When I saw the Marquis of Zhen Guo today, I realized that it is better to see it than to hear it. The Marquis is more important than the rumors. It's admirable." Wei Maoting bowed his hands and looked at Qi Yanjun gently.

Wei Maoting?Qi Yanjun was sure that this person did not exist in his memory, so he asked tentatively, "Do you know who this lamp of death belongs to?"

"I heard the abbot mentioned it." Wei Maoting said.

Qi Yanjun looked at the abbot, seeing him nodding his head slightly, he said nothing more, "I won't bother you and the abbot."

Although Wei Maoting wanted to make friends with Qi Yanjun, he also knew that the first meeting should not be too hasty, so he bowed and said, "I hope to have a chance to meet Lord Hou again."

"There will be!" Qi Yanjun smiled lightly, he will definitely find out the origin of this Wei Maoting.

If he is the man who was with the Queen Mother in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda...Qi Yanjun's eyes were dark, this matter must not be let the emperor know, at least not until all the truth is found out.

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After Qi Yanjun returned home, he went to the study room. He drew a picture of the man he had just met in Huguo Temple. If he hadn’t found such a thing in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and heard from the little monk that no one else had been there these days Thousand Buddha Pagoda, he would never have such doubts.

In fact, he really hoped that he was wrong in his suspicions, as long as he thought of such a possibility, cold sweat broke out on his back.

This man is almost 50 years old, who else in Kyoto recognizes him?

Qi Yanjun thought of Qi Side who was recuperating in the backyard. In the past few months, although Qi Side couldn't get up, he was conscious, but he couldn't speak clearly.

For this father, what Qi Yanjun can do now is to provide for him in the old age. He really doesn't have any extra feelings. Last month, he married Qi Yantong, who is far away on the border of Jingguo. I believe he will never have to see her again. .

Qi Yanjun came to visit Qi Side with a portrait. Qi Side had just finished taking the medicine and was supported by two servants to bask in the sun in the yard.

"Father, how are you today?" Qi Yanjun was used to it, and didn't care about his father's indifference.

"Dead...I can't die!" Qi Side yelled vaguely.

Qi Yanjun smiled faintly, "Father spoke more clearly today than yesterday. Yes, my son is going to tell you a happy event today. Tang is pregnant again. Ever since Fu Geer entered the palace as a companion, I have been looking forward to being born again." A child fulfills one's wishes, father, are you happy for me?"

"Hmph!" Qi Side snorted coldly.

"Today, I want to ask my father for help." Qi Yanjun said, "Father, you have been in the capital for decades, and you must know a lot of people here."

Qi Side ignored Qi Yanjun.

"Father, do you know who this person is?" Qi Yanjun took out the portrait and placed it directly in front of Qi Side's eyes.

Qi Side originally wanted to turn his head away from looking at the portrait, but the end of his eyes still caught the figure on the portrait. He stared at the bearded man with wide eyes in shock.

impossible!How could it be him!
That person is dead, and he personally took people to bury him near Cuiyan Mountain.

Qi Yanjun watched Qi Side's reaction, he was sure that his father knew this person, "Father, who is this person?"

"You...where...how can you meet him?" Qi Side asked with difficulty.

"I met once outside the city, father, tell me, who is he?" Qi Yanjun said in a deep voice.

not him!It must not be that person!Qi Side said to himself, how is it possible, how can a dead person come back to life, people are similar, there are too many similar people in this world.

"I don't know," he said, adamant that the man was not the man he knew.

Qi Yanjun pursed his lips, "Father, you are lying, you know him."

"I don't know him!" Qi Side yelled, asking the boy to come over and take him back to the house, refusing to talk to Qi Yanjun again.

"Father!" Qi Yanjun made the two boys stop with a single look, not daring to obey Qi Side's order, "If you still want to know where Sister Tong married, please tell me, who is this person?"

Qi Side glared at him angrily, you bastard, how dare you threaten me like that!

"I think you recognized him, so you naturally know how important his identity is to me. Father, tell me, who is he?" Qi Yanjun asked.

"Dead!" After holding back these words, Qi Side closed his eyes and refused to speak again.

Qi Yanjun looked at him with a frown, and finally landed on the portrait, "My son will come to visit his father later, I hope you are willing to tell me his identity by then."

"Hmph." Qi Side showed a sneer, "Dig... already said... he is dead."

Qi Yanjun's eyes darkened slightly, dead?

Back in the study, Qi Yanjun spread the portrait on the desk, wrote the word Wei Maoting on the blank paper, pondered for a long time, and added the word "dead man" next to it.

Wei, the dead.

The pen in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and a name he didn't dare to think of jumped into his mind.

impossible!impossible!
Qi Yanjun immediately shook his head, definitely not that person.He immediately wondered if Qi Side's eyes were the same as his at this time, and he couldn't believe it was that person.

He thought of the man who had talked to Wei Zhan in front of his passing away lamp before, and recalled how he had seen that man occasionally when he was a child.

Familiar facial features and figure, he finally knew why Wei Maoting looked familiar.

But how could it be him?How can a person who has been dead for 20 years still be alive?If he was still alive, who was the person who died?

Qi Yanjun stood up and wanted to enter the palace, but entering the palace to see the queen at this time must have aroused the emperor's doubts, he will not be able to see the queen until tomorrow!

His eyes fell on Wei Maoting's name again, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

(End of this chapter)