Poisonous girls are hard to find: the king's arrogant favorite concubine

Chapter 27 Rejected Again
"Someone fainted!"

Xuan Che held back the pungent blood in his mouth and didn't spit out, he heard the voices of the people on the streets of Zhao Kingdom's imperial capital soberly.

"Isn't this Yan Guo's proton?" A thin man recognized Xuan Che and exclaimed.

"Fight! The country of Yan is our enemy, let the hostess of the country of Yan know how powerful we are!" Some people actually started booing and beating Xuan Che, and some people who were really ignorant were provoked to beat and kick Xuan Che.

They don't know what it means if the Yan State's proton is killed by the Emperor of Zhao State. They only know that the people of Yan State have abandoned the prince, and the State of Yan is the old enemy of the State of Zhao. Many wars over the years have been disasters brought by the people of the State of Yan .

"The hostage of Yan country is being beaten over there. It's really satisfying. The hostage of Yan country didn't make a sound, and I don't know if he is dead." Passerby A was talking to passerby B while laughing.

"Where is it? Where is my master?" Xin Hua found out that Xuan Che was not at home, so he came out to look for Xuan Che for a while. Hearing the conversation between passerby A and passerby B, he grabbed passerby A's neck and asked some crazy questions. .

"Over there." Passerby A saw that Xin Hua looked like he was going crazy, and pointed his finger at the crowd who were beating Xuan Che.

"Stop beating! Master, how are you?" Xin Hua couldn't squeeze in no matter how hard he squeezed, shouted, but no one paid attention.

Xin Hua saw officers and soldiers walking towards them, so he took out the last silver taels from his pocket, and begged those officers and soldiers to come and drive away the crowd.

"The officers and soldiers are here!" Someone said, and the crowd dispersed.

Xuan Che had already been kicked and beaten and curled up into a ball, with his hands clasped on his chest as if he was protecting something, but he didn't protect his head, and was beaten badly.

Xin Hua supported Xuan Che and walked slowly towards West Street.

The silver tael given by Ding Jiuxi has been used up, and there is no silver tael to buy medicine.

When Xin Hua saw Xuan Che's closed lips, he knew that Xuan Che was trying his best not to get sick.

"Master, we are here."

Xin Hua helped Xuan Che into the yard, and as soon as he closed the door, Xuan Che gushed out a mouthful of blood.

Blood!

Need a lot of blood!

Lots of fresh blood!

Xuan Che still tightly grasped the chrysanthemum with his left sleeve, but in his mind he told himself that he couldn't die, it needed a lot of blood.

"Master, just wait, it will be ready soon." Xin Hua no longer cared about Xuan Che's collapse on the ground, and quickly went to the backyard to catch a chicken, and cut off its neck with a knife.

Xuan Che smelled the smell of fresh blood, regardless of whether he had hair or not, he sucked the blood like a beast.

The scene was extremely tragic. A handsome man like Xuan Che, at the moment of life and death, sucked blood regardless of his image. If Ding Jiuxi was present, he would definitely be speechless. The vampire is so handsome!
With the nourishment of fresh blood, Xuan Che quickly stabilized his condition and fell into a coma.

Xin Hua helped Xuan Che to the room, and when he helped Xuan Che clean up, he saw the intact chrysanthemum on Xuan Che's left sleeve, and finally understood why his master just curled up there when he was beaten by a gang, to protect a chrysanthemum.

"His Royal Highness, General Qian has already massacred all the untouchables from the Zhao Kingdom!" At that time, Xuan Che was still the crown prince of the Yan Kingdom. Under Xuan Che's menacing approach, he had already abandoned the city and fled.

The crown prince Xuan Che was stunned. The soldiers he led slaughtered a city, and they were all civilians who were powerless.

Xuan Che ordered General Qian Ling Chi to be executed.

In this battle, Yan Guoming apparently won the victory, but Xuan Che was hated by the people of Zhao Guo so much that he gritted his teeth.

Later, Zhao's morale suddenly rose, Yan was defeated, Xuan Che voluntarily changed from Yan's crown prince to Yan's hostage, no one can tell the heartache in the center, so the people of Zhao never fought back when they beat him.

"Master, are you awake?" Xin Hua sat on the stool in the room, and when he heard Xuan Che's movement, he knew that Xuan Che had woken up.

Xuan Che had always been a light sleeper, and when he saw the chrysanthemum beside his pillow, the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

"It's nothing, Xin Hua, you go and do what you should do." Xuan Che felt helpless about his illness.

"Master, you have to take care of yourself, Xin Hua will definitely try his best to restore your body." Xin Hua only hoped that Xuan Che could take good care of himself and heal him when he found a miracle doctor.

"If someone comes to see me, just say I'm resting, don't see me." Xuan Che nodded, not forgetting to tell Xin Hua.

Xin Hua knew that as long as his master's illness didn't flare up, those people's skin wounds were nothing to Xuan Che, so he went out to busy himself.

"Six Secret Secrets" is the book Xuan Che is writing. Xuan Che sat up and walked to the desk, and began to think about a new chapter of "Six Secret Secret Teachings".

"Kuukou." Ding Jiuxi, dressed as the Ninth Young Master, appeared outside the house in West Street again.

Xin Hua opened the door when she heard the knock.

"Is your master there?" Seeing Xin Hua open the door, Ding Jiuxi stretched his little head into the yard.

"My lord, I'm really sorry. My master is in poor health and just rested. I really can't entertain you today. Please come back." Xin Hua blocked Ding Jiuxi's line of sight and replied politely.

"Oh? Is that what your master told you?" Ding Jiuxi could tell that Xuan Che didn't want to see her.

"Young master, please go back." Xin Hua didn't expect this young master to be so smart, and immediately stretched out his hands vigilantly to ask Ding Jiuxi to leave.

"Hehe, if you don't see it, you won't see it. I'm here to ask why your master still picks up the chrysanthemums I threw away?" Ding Jiuxi came to visit Xuan Che and was very curious about Xuan Che's behavior. The chrysanthemum she threw away was picked up by Xuan Che.

It was only then that Xin Hua realized what happened to the chrysanthemum that Xuan Che was protecting. Xuan Che was beaten so badly by the people on the street that his face was bruised, how could Ding Jiuxi see his disfigured appearance.

"My lord, my master didn't see any guests today, please forgive me!" Xin Hua refused without changing his face.

"Hmph! If you don't see it, you won't see it. You think I'm rare!" Seeing that Xin Hua didn't even let him in, Ding Jiuxi didn't want to go in for a moment, and he didn't have any curiosity about Xuan Che picking up chrysanthemums.

After Ding Jiuxi finished speaking, he left West Street.

Xin Hua watched Ding Jiuxi disappear into West Street without looking back, and when he closed the door, he saw Xuan Che standing in the study and looking outside.

"Master, why?" Xin Hua shouldn't have asked, but he still couldn't understand Xuan Che's behavior.

Xuan Che remained silent, returned to the desk and continued to immerse himself in the writing of "Six Secret Teachings".

Xin Hua felt that Ding Jiuxi would come again, so he didn't worry about it.

The building is full of wind, and Uncle Liu is telling a book, vividly telling the poems of the third miss of the Ding family who beat the first talented woman to Li Yanzi at the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting in the general's mansion today.

The spectators in Fengmanlou couldn't believe it. They thought Ding Jiuxi was a useless useless lady and had no interest in her. They only thought that Uncle Liu was talking nonsense.

"Uncle Liu, the news is really good." When no one in the teahouse looked at Uncle Liu, Ding Jiuxi, dressed in men's clothing, quietly walked up to Uncle Liu and whispered.

"Master Ninth, I have been waiting so hard for you. Please on the second floor. I have a question to ask you." Uncle Liu was waiting for Ding Jiuxi, and immediately invited Ding Jiuxi to the box on the second floor.

Ding Jiuxi didn't ask Uncle Liu what happened, and walked to the box together.

"Ninth Young Master, what you said about the album yesterday, I, Liu Xin, have the same idea, but the parchment for this album is extremely expensive!" Uncle Liu stated his intentions without ambiguity.

"Parchment paper? No white paper?" Ding Jiuxi didn't realize why he used parchment paper for a moment.

"Blank paper? What is white paper?" Liu Xinwen only knew parchment, but had never heard of white paper. He immediately thought that Ding Jiuxi would definitely be able to solve this problem.

Ding Jiuxi rolled his eyes at himself.

Secretly said "I really lived in vain in my previous life".

There is really no white paper in this era. Although there is cotton and various cotton and silk, bamboo and wood chips are used for writing, silk and parchment used by the rich, but there is really no white paper.

In her previous life, Ding Jiuxi had been fooled by Ding Ruoxue, Moran and others, and she really didn't care what kind of paper was used in this era.

"Uncle Liu, making white paper is very difficult. Let's find something simple to replace parchment." Ding Jiuxi thought that the evolution of papermaking is a historical process, and he couldn't destroy it too thoroughly.

"Master Ninth, it's not that I haven't thought of replacing it, but it's not as convenient to use as parchment paper, and parchment paper is needed to make a picture album so it can be easily spread." Liu News expressed his distress.

The reason why parchment is expensive is that it was not produced in Zhao country, but from a distant place, and few people know how to make it.

"Papyrus." Ding Jiuxi said the name of a grass, "Mr. Liu, have you heard of papyrus?"

Liu News shook his head.

"It's a kind of grass that grows in shallow water. The flowers bloom on the top of the stem. There are fan-shaped flower clusters. There are no leaves on the stem, and the leaves grow from the bottom." Ding Jiuxi briefly described some characteristics of papyrus .

Liu Xin felt that Ding Jiuxi's description seemed familiar.

"Ha, I know where this kind of grass is. I saw it when I was traveling alone. At that time, I saw a lot of plants in the shallow water that I had never seen before. I was curious and didn't think much about it." Liu Xinwen traveled to many places when he was a teenager, but he has an impression of what Ding Jiuxi said.

"The stems of papyrus are cut lengthwise, placed in two layers on a flat surface, and pressure is applied to bond the sheets together to form a thin sheet. Beating and rubbing the sheet to smooth it and a little processing will result in a paper that can be written on film." Ding Jiuxi said what he knew, and the specifics depended on Liu Xin's own comprehension.

Liu News didn't understand it, and said that he went to the place where the papyrus was discovered, and as long as he knew the principle, he would bring good news to Ding Jiuxi.

"Mr. Liu, don't forget to teach me lightness kung fu!" Ding Jiuxi thought that he did not seek Liu news for paper, but wanted Liu news to teach him light work.

Liu Xin was stunned for a moment, "Of course, sir, my qinggong is the best in the world."

"The cowhide is not afraid of being blown apart. I have learned lightness kung fu, and I will definitely let you die on the beach!" After hearing this, Ding Jiuxi raised his head and said proudly.

"Qianlang?" Liu Xin was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)