Si Tian Guan

    Baishiyan asked a few words to the lieutenant beside him, watched the people lead the team away, then turned back to the teahouse he just passed, and went up to the second floor wing.

    Since the night he tossed Pan He, he has only gotten news from Liu Chongming, and this is the first time he has seen someone in such a long time.

    They grew up together since they were children, and they couldn't be more familiar, so at first glance, he noticed that Liu Chongming had changed a lot.

    He used to say that his cousin was young and mature, but compared to the person in front of him, he looked much younger.

    "Chongming, what happened?"

    Liu Chongming listened to him strangely and asked, "What's the matter?"

      similar."

    Liu Chongming smiled and stopped bickering with him.

    "It's because you have bad eyesight, why did you ask me something?" He asked Baishiyan to sit down opposite, and threw a few pieces of paper over: "Take a look."

    Baishiyan picked it up and looked at it, and asked casually, "Is it going well with Pan He?"

    "Soon, I've almost finished asking all the questions, I'll observe for a few more days, and then send him on his way."

    Baishiyan glanced at him out of the corner of the eye, and he really felt that there was a lot of difference between the person before and the person in front of him, but he was quickly attracted by the content on the paper.

    "Liao Guangming actually found it? It's not a good time."

    "Well," Liu Chongming leaned against the window, quietly looking at the endless stream of people below, and said slowly: "The news from the other side of Luocheng, Liao Guangming has just entered the border of Luocheng. gone."

    "Gone?" Baishiyan was surprised, and immediately turned back: "Even the subordinates of Jinxiu Camp have been lost.

      The dog jumped the wall."

    Baishiyan brushed the clues.

    "It's definitely not from King Qi's side. They wanted to swallow the Jinxiu Camp for a long time. Ren Rui guessed that he was biting hard behind his ass. It wouldn't be Tang Shizhong, King Ning's side. The more you help, the quicker Liao Guangming will die. Liao Guangming will not believe the words of both sides."

    The two looked at each other.

    There is only one candidate left.

    Baishiyan is puzzled: "This matter has nothing to do with King Huai. He has no soldiers in his hands. Do you expect to save Liao Guangming and use it for himself? Whenever the emperor sees Liao Guangming Where to go, isn't Liao Guangming a dead end?"

    "It is one thing for King Huai to stare at Liao Guangming," Liu Chongming explained to him.

    "I think his main target is me. Recently, the emperor has been very fond of my sister, and often stays in the Lijing Palace. Everyone is afraid that my sister's stomach will move."

    "I have been in frequent contact with Jinxiu Camp recently. He sees what I want. If he keeps Liao Guangming, I won't get Jinxiu Camp for a day."

    Baishiyan suddenly realized.

    The wheel, which they had spent so much time slowly pushing, finally began to turn.

    "It's not just someone in Los Angeles who is blowing the wind. The people I put in the Camp Splendid said that some people have begun to throw money to win over, and they want to set my backyard on fire."

    Liu Chongming sneered, he was determined to win the Splendid Camp, and now he regards the money thrown in by others as someone who invested in the merit box.

    It won't be long before King Huai finds out whose pocket the money has flowed into, and naturally he will stop.

    "Sister said she would be careful over there, and I asked my aunt to visit her often in the palace. Even Liao Guangming, he must not have the opportunity to return to Beijing."

    Baishiyan knew what to do: "I'll send someone to stop me when I go back."

    "Choose some good ones," Liu Chongming took out the map and showed him: "The roads that can be walked from Los Angeles are marked on it."

    "Now it is estimated that everyone knows Liao Guangming's movements, and King Ning of Qi will send someone to kill him, but King Huai will definitely have a response, we must avoid encountering them, let alone Someone fell into their hands."

    "Liao Guangming is struggling to the death, I am afraid he is more fierce than usual, and act cautiously. If we don't kill him this time, we will give up all our previous efforts. If there is another time, it will not only be a difficult problem."

    "Wang Huai can help him up again even with Ren Rui, he can't be allowed to catch up with Liao Guangming."

    "I understand," Bai Shiyan put away the map solemnly, and asked, "Did you tell Fang Wuyang over there, what did Shen Zhou say?"

    "I borrowed some people from Fang Wuyang, but he was not there. Not long after the news came, Shen Zhou was not at home, so I haven't asked."

    "Where?"

    "Jinpingzhuang, he said there are still some things to confirm. I asked Fang Wuyang to take him there."

    Baishiyan asked casually: "Isn't Pan He's case over? How can it be over?"

    Liu Chongming hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully: "I don't know, he said he would tell me when he figured it out, so I didn't ask more."

    Baishiyan had planned to leave, turned around at the door, and came back to ask more.

    "Chongming, you and Shenzhou... are you okay?"

    "It's alright. What's wrong?" Somehow, this was just a simple question, but Liu Chongming couldn't help but jump in his heart, grabbed Ba Shiyan and asked again: "Why do you ask that? "

    "It's all right..." Baishiyan comforted herself, thinking about the appearance of Qu Chenzhou kowtowing and begging to him.

    "It's nothing, it's just that my mother is worried, saying that you two are both stubborn and afraid that you will always quarrel, so I ask me from time to time. You are a few years older than him, let the boat sink. ."

    Liu Chongming was dumbfounded.

    He and the little fox, who is bigger than the other, really hard to say. He didn't mind his aunt worrying about them, but when Baishiyan asked so coldly, it always made him feel uneasy.

    Or it should be, the sinking boat always made his heart unable to land.

    "Did Shen Zhou speak ill of me to you and my aunt? Why did my aunt worry so much?"

    "No! No! No!"

    Baishiyan hurriedly denied that the Chongming in front of him was a person, and he was afraid that he would leak his mouth and ruin Qu Chenzhou's affairs - although he still doesn't know what Qu Chenzhou arranged what.

    Looking at Liu Chongming's suspicious eyes, he interrupted.

    "By the way, Shen Zhou reminded me to do something else. He said that Jiang Xingzhi's letter, when Liao Guangming fell, King Qi's eyes were going to look at Beiya, especially With Ren Rui, let me be more careful."

    "Shi Yan, if you live again, but fall into slavery, who can you hope to buy it?"

    Baishiyan opened her mouth and said, "Of course it's my little Jiaojiao."

    "I know." Liu Chongming smiled.

    This time it was Baishiyan's turn to be unsteady: "Chongming, why are you asking such a strange question? What happened to the sinking boat?"

    "No." Liu Chongming urged Baishiyan to leave and waved goodbye.

    If it was him, Liu Chongming thought, he should also look forward to getting the little fox to take a look and buy it home happily.

    But...the person Shen Zhou begged was not him.

    The carriage walked in a hurry, ran over the stones on the ground, and jumped from the jolt.

    Qu Shenzhou was already drowsy, sitting with her back against the wall of the car, and being bumped, she slumped to the side on the soft couch.

    He touched his forehead, and found that it was a little hotter than when he first got in the car. Not to mention, he was so dizzy that even his bones felt sore.

    The weather is getting cooler at night now, and I shouldn't have stayed in the cold wind for so long.

    But he was anxious and wanted to find a proper way as soon as possible, so he and Fang Wuyang spent several nights on the roof of Jinpingzhuang.

    I still caught a cold.

    Fang Wuyi still saw that he was in a trance, and at first he was leaning on him, and he stayed for half the night. When it was dawn, he was so hot, Fang Wuyi made a quick decision to go back immediately.

    He originally rode a horse and sweated a little, and it seemed that he was no longer hot, but he didn't expect the wind chill to come back suddenly, so he had to change the carriage to drive.

    There is still a long way to go before the city gate, and he is already lying on the soft couch, shivering uncontrollably.

    "Little Qu."

    The speed of the carriage slowed down, Fang Wuyang caught up with a horse from behind, lifted the curtain and entered the carriage, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

    "Get up and take a sip of medicine." He helped Qu Chenzhou to sit up.

      It should be time.”

    The yellow-brown medicine has a bitter and sour taste.

    Qu Chenzhou was drowsy, he drank it in one breath, and plunged his head onto the soft couch, motionless.

    The car curtain was lowered, blocking the light outside, and the carriage was hazy dark.

    I don't know where the flames started to ignite, as if walking through the withered grass, first scorching the skin, and then falling into the burnt hole, roasting the internal organs.

    Qu Chenzhou's breathing became heavy, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch his forehead, but his arm seemed to have fallen from a plumb weight, and he couldn't lift it up, instead he began to pant and tremble uncontrollably.

    “Qu Sitian…”

    He wanted to scream uncontrollably in these three words, but his chest heaved like an old bellows, his voice stuck in his throat.

    "Qusitian...medicine...prescribed enough..."

    Someone lifted the curtain and leaned towards him, stroking his face with several fingers.

    He arched up and bit his fingers, licking them like he was thirsty, wishing he could keep swallowing.

    The man sneered, and a hot slap fell on his cheek.

    The man outside the veil continued to be courteous.

    "Your Majesty...you can do whatever you want..."

    "He's alive..."

    "Let him crawl over and beg you..."

    Qu Chenzhou finally couldn't help taking a deep breath, struggled, and fell off the soft couch, like a fish out of water, desperately turned around and kicked on the shushu Twist.

    The heavy shirt was soaked in cold sweat, and his fingers were desperately scratching on the front of the shirt like a cramp.

    Someone heard the sound and jumped into the carriage in a hurry, about to grab his hand.

    Qu Chenzhou screamed in shock, as if to retreat, but he couldn't help holding the man.

    The man seemed to be frightened by his terrifying appearance, and in a blink of an eye he lifted the curtain of the car and jumped down.

    The light became dim again, and he fell back again, slumped to the ground, with inaudible pain overflowing from his throat.

    "Don't..."

    "Don't..." He hummed weakly: "Don't..."

    Someone stepped into the carriage and picked him up.

    "Please..."

    He spit out two words like dying, and his last sanity was completely washed away.

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