Chang’an’s First Beauty

—"Shi Yan, Lu Shi Yan."

Listening to Wu Nong's soft words, Lu Yan subconsciously covered his chest.

At the moment of trance, a cold wind whizzed past, and the sound of "squeaky squeaky" came from his head, and the plaque of Baixiangge was smashed down in a daze.

Shen Zhen's eyesight is quick, and he stepped forward in two steps, and reached out and reached Lu Yan's wrist, "My lord, be careful."

The two looked sideways, only to hear the sound of the plaque, which lay horizontally on the ground.

Above the eaves, snow was flying.

Lu Yan was hooked back to his soul by this huge movement, and his clarity was restored in front of him.

He looked down at the slender white fingers that fell on his wrist, his body stiffened, and he lifted his hand away from her touch.

Shen Zhen was taken aback for a moment, a flush of blush rushed into his cheeks, and the whole person became awkward.

She wanted to explain that she was just out of good intentions and had no intention of offending, but she was afraid that it would be more embarrassing if she explained too much, so she had to give up.

Thinking of etiquette, Shen Zhen bit the corner of his lip, bowed to the man and bowed to the man, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your help just now."

The pain in Lu Yan's chest had not gone away. Hearing her voice, he couldn't help but raised his brows, and his heart ached even more.

He adjusted his breath and replied: "Girls don't need to thank you, this is part of the official business."

After all, he subconsciously rubbed his wrist again, impartially, just where Shen Zhen had touched.

Shen Zhen lowered his head, naturally seeing his movements clearly.

As soon as this action took place, the blush on Shen Zhen's face instantly spread to the roots of her ears. It is true that it was not that she was shy, but that she had never been disliked by others like this since she was a child.

She opened her mouth and said nothing, after all, she swallowed back what she wanted to say.

They just met right away, and they will never see each other again. It really doesn't matter whether or not it was provoke.

After a while, Lu Yan took the guards and turned and left, and Shen Zhen also entered the house with Qingxi.

—

The light in the evening became stronger and the sky was full of red clouds.

The housekeeper of the town government saw Lu Yan's return, and hurriedly bowed to him to greet him.

Lu Yan nodded in response. After a few words in a low voice, he walked around the corridor and entered Suning Hall.

He sat in front of the book table, looked at his wrist held by her, and then recalled the dreamlike picture together. The look in his eyes was as deep as the sea.

Although he kept persuading himself, it was just a coincidence.

But the white dazzling skin, the beauty mole on the collarbone, the hot temperature during lingering, and the heart disease that has tormented him day by day, all linger in his mind.

At this time, the censer inside the house rose with a smoky smoke, and a tempting scent filled the surroundings.

It smelled like her fingertips.

After a short while, he suddenly laughed at himself.

Yes. He admitted that the three down-and-down girls of the Shen family are indeed good-looking, but there are more and more beautiful women in this world, and he can't help it, because she is more moving, just under the blue sky and white sun, she gave birth to that kind of mind. Right.

Can you let yourself be so obsessed, you can't bear to lift your head?

Lu Yan thought for a long time, but still had no clue.

He only pays attention to evidence in everything, and he really doesn't like to analyze these fictitious things.

In the end, he attributed all this beautiful dream to-recently sitting in the hall, caused by overwork, or being young and sturdy, slightly angry.

Thinking like this, he got up and went to the clean room. When he returned, the sky was completely dark.

The candlelight extinguished and ushered in a long night...

Unexpectedly, he fell into a dream again.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself on the promenade of the town government mansion.

The moonlight in the night was chaotic and dark, giving the already suppressed Zhen Guo Gong Mansion a sense of unclear sadness.

He looked to the left.

At the end of the corridor, Yang Zong carried a man's placket, pressed it to the wall, and said angrily: "Bai Daonian, are you not a genius doctor? That is, you are a genius doctor, so why can you not cure the sickness of your son?"

The man waved his hand again and again, "The son is kind to me. If I can save it, would I not save it? But the son of the son was not only injured by the arrow, but the poison on the arrow was the real fatal thing! I have lived in the Western Regions for many years and recognize That is a kind of gu poison called'Yao' unique to the royal family of the Western Regions. When the poison enters the body, there will be no abnormalities. After three years, it will instantly **** up people's bones and blood and kill people."

Hearing this, Yang Zong trembled and said, "Is it really unsolvable?"

The man nodded, "Even if there is an antidote in this world, it is too late. In three years, the poison has already penetrated every inch of the body. It is really...

After Yang Zong listened, his hands reached his forehead, and the whole person squatted down, the painful color was beyond words.

Lu Yan didn't understand what they were saying. He frowned and moved forward, thinking about asking Yang Zong for some inquiries.

What an arrow wound.

He has never suffered an arrow injury.

But as soon as he raised his foot, his whole body sank, and the picture also changed.

The inner room of Suning Hall was filled with smoke and a pungent smell of medicine wafted out. He waved his hand, and after seeing it clearly, his eyes immediately widened.

He actually looked at himself, lying dying on the bed, his eyes were muddy, his face was pale, and his hair was covered with silver threads, as if he was ten years old.

He stepped forward quickly and took a closer look, and found that he was holding a plain white sachet lightly in his hand.

On the sachet, embroidered with a small word-Zhen.

Looking at this word, Lu Yan thought of something, and suddenly felt five thunderbolts.

Regardless of the old rules, Yang Zongsi knelt before the bed, choked up and said: "Although Shi Ziye never talks to others, but the subordinates know in their hearts that the arrow that Shi Ziye received was actually for the sake of Girl Shen."

Lu Yan let out a violent cough, "Don't mention this matter in the future."

Yang Zong wiped his tears and continued: "Since the son of the world has never forgotten Miss Shen in the past three years, why not read the letter she left with you."

As soon as the voice fell, the person on the bed laughed.

Lu Yan seemed to hear his voice: If she wrote what he wanted to see, he would have read it in the morning. He knew her best, how could he not know what she would write?

But the word of farewell has always been a pain in the heart.

Since she pretended to be someone else in her heart, he also ruthlessly let her go.

It's just that he retreats to this point, and really doesn't want to see another sentence-if there is an afterlife.

In Lu Yan's eyes, people only have this life, and there is no afterlife. The so-called afterlife is nothing more than an empty promise... it is uncountable.

Before closing his eyes, he recalled his life very briefly.

He remembered the warm palms of his grandmother; remembered his parents’ stern teaching; remembered the time when he was titled on the gold list of the weak crown; he also remembered the simple wedding night in the bridal chamber...

Twenty-seven years, although short, but also long.

When his vision gradually blurred, he opened his mouth hoarsely, "After I leave, you throw all my things in the house, don't let my mother see you."

"As for that letter... it's up to you to dispose of it. Anything is fine, except that it is not allowed to burn."

He was afraid of seeing words like words on Huangquan Road, and it would be a torture to the heart and liver.

…

It was late autumn when the plain white veil was hung in the town government mansion.

He watched, his mother, the arrogant princess Jing'an, knelt and sat in the center of Bai'an Hall, crouching in despair, hiding her face and weeping.

His father lifted up his mother and whispered: "Brother Yan's arrow is a salvation. It is glory in the end..."

Seeing this, Lu Yan already felt that the surrounding air became thinner and the pain in his chest gradually became stronger. Not only his chest, but his internal organs began to faintly throb.

He could not hear anything.

Everything in front of him disappeared suddenly, and Lu Yan on the bed seemed to have been suffocated with the air again. He sat up suddenly, breathing heavily.

He looked down at his trembling hands, and for the first time realized what it was to panic. He forced himself to calm down and recall the scenes in his mind just now.

The genius doctor Bai Dao Nian?

Arrow wound, poison, Western Regions, letter, mourning hall, rescue...

In many memories, he captured a detail, the plain white sachet with the word "Zhen" embroidered on it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Even dreams should not be so absurd.

Not to mention why he was poisoned, and why he will have no wife and children in the near future, but there is one thing that he never believes that he will miss a person so lowly.

This is not absurd, but what is it?

But while denying everything in his dream, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

Because he suddenly remembered something. At the beginning of last year, a Taoist priest was hunted and killed on the road. He happened to run into a case and rescued him.

Unexpectedly, this Taoist priest not only didn't know how to be grateful, but also took his hand and said, his relationship with the previous life is still unbroken, and sooner or later he will dream of the old man.

What he said was mysterious, but it was a pity that he didn't believe in these ghosts and gods at all, he only believed in the evidence before his eyes.

—

He sits at the window and hasn't moved for a long time.

For a while, there was fine and dense snow drifting outside, and he turned the white jade finger of his hand, and suddenly noticed that these strange scenes all appeared after he went to the West Market that day and met her.

Thinking of this, he fully realized.

She has a problem.

There is a problem with the powder in Baixiangge.

The incense powder was scattered on the ground that day, and he was most likely inhaling some psychedelic powder.

When he became more certain, he didn't want to wait any longer, and immediately changed into his official uniform, calling for Yang Zong, "Go and find two doctors."

Yang Zong didn't know, so he asked hurriedly, "Why does Shi Ziye feel unwell?"

Lu Yan frowned slightly, and said solemnly: "I want to go out to investigate the case."

Yang Zong looked at his master with a heavy expression, and thought that something major had happened, so he didn't dare to ask more, and was busy looking for three doctors in the shop.

At three quarters Chen Shi, Lu Yan led a group of people through the market, and once again came to the gate of Baixiang Pavilion.

The plaque of Baixiangge has been repaired and hung up.

Lu Yanning focused on the woman in the room who lowered her eyebrows and looked at the harmlessness of the humans and animals, who was picking up her fingers and doing an abacus, and an inexplicable fire hit her heart.

Later, if he asked him to find out something in this room that shouldn't be there, he would personally press her back to the yamen and torture her for interrogation.

At the same time, Shen Zhen also felt like a thorny back, and the hand fiddled with the abacus suddenly stopped, and slowly looked out.

At this sight, her little hand fisted in fright at once.

That man, not far away, stared at her with a pair of silent eyes like a falcon.

His eyes met again, and Lu Yan calmly said to the doctors on the side, "Check, you can't drop a bottle."