Pihanjin

Under the auspices of Mu Fulan, Zhu Liuhu and Hua Niang got married that night.

The bright moon hangs in the air, and above the Dongting, the clear waves are like a dream. Mu Fulan sat facing the lamp, reading the medical scroll alone in the medicine hut.

Ah Da said that the last time Yaoweng came back was more than a year ago. During these years, the master is still wandering around, and he can only glimpse the places he has set foot on from the medical records he left behind.

"...Walking westward along the Hexi, passing through Qilian and Yumen in a few months, although it is known as the sandy and barren land, the customs and customs along the way are also memorable..."

Mu Fulan was reading, reading, and gradually became fascinated. At this moment, there was a sound of announcement from outside.

The guards sent a message, and at the ferry crossing at the foot of the mountain, someone came to seek medical treatment and asked if they were allowed to go.

She had just returned, and the news should not have spread yet, but the name of Junshan Herbal House was well-known far and wide. In the absence of Yao Weng, Ah Da can also see some common diseases, so in the past few years, there has been an endless stream of people who come here to seek medical treatment.

Crossing the mountains and rivers late at night, I really have an emergency.

Mu Fulan put down the medical paper and asked the guard to bring someone up.

She waited for a while, and there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard. She raised her eyes and saw that the guard led the medical seeker in and stopped outside the threshold.

Mu Fulan took a look. The seeker was in plain clothes and straw shoes, with unkempt hair and a thin body. He was standing in a shadow outside the door, with his head lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly, but it seemed to her that she was not very old.

Mu Fulan asked the guards to bring people in. The guard ordered the man to raise his hand and search first.

The man silently raised his arms. After the guard carefully searched the body, he saw that there was no abnormality, and led the person in. The person stopped by the door, still bowed his head, and did not speak.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Fulan asked him.

Still no response.

Mu Fulan felt something was wrong. She has seen countless doctors in her life, and she has seen all kinds of people seeking medical treatment, but she has never encountered anything like this.

This person gave her the feeling that it didn't seem like she came to seek medical treatment.

She looked at the other person again, and her eyes fell on the face that had never been raised from the beginning, which was covered by the messy hair, and a feeling of deja vu suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Who are you? Look up." Her tone turned cold. Several guards immediately stepped forward and drew their swords across the man's neck.

The man's shoulders trembled slightly, and slowly, he finally raised his head.

Although it had not been seen for many years, even though the face in front of him was so thin that it was almost out of shape, and it was hard to find traces of the former grandson of the king and the grandson, but Mu Fulan recognized it at a glance.

"Zhao Xitai!" She blurted out in surprise.

The man stared at her.

"I'm like this now. When I was facing the water yesterday, I couldn't even recognize myself. Thank you, I can still remember me." He said in a low voice.

Mu Fulan looked at him for a moment, and ordered the guard to let him go.

"I thought you were dead," she said.

Zhao Xitai nodded: "Yes. I was chased by the pursuers and had no way to escape. The one who died was a substitute for me. I am..."

He paused, a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

"As a person, I have no great ability in my life, but the ability to avoid disaster and escape is still one of the best. I fled from Dongdu to Jiangdu early, and from Jiangdu to the south early. I have long known that no matter how hard I try, in the end Waiting for my result, only failure. In fact, after I went to the south, I was waiting for Xie Changgeng to send an army to attack me. At that time, he could send an army to complete it easily and completely without himself. Destroy my small court."

"...The strange thing is that he didn't send troops immediately. This made my small court last for a few more years. This time, I could have escaped again. Long ago, I was ready to go in the future. The place, the boat and the people, are all there."

"If that's the case, why don't you leave? What do you want to do here?"

"Master..."

He stared at her for a long time, finally opened his mouth and called her in a low voice.

"Let me offend you, let me call you Wengzhu. The time I miss the most in my life should be the time when I met you in the palace when I was young. Secondly, I came here to seek medical treatment..."

He looked around.

"At that time, I thought that if I could live here, my whole life would be good. In a flash, so many years have passed, and now I have to run away again. I asked myself, before I left, should I Take away what you want. But in this world, what can I take away?"

"When I was young, everyone thought I would be short-lived. Later, my illness was cured by you. But living like this is like a lost dog..."

He slowly turned his eyes to Mu Fulan.

At this time, there was a movement outside the medicine house, and the light of torches lit up in the courtyard. Yuan Handing rushed in with a group of soldiers and came towards this side.

"Master Weng, you just asked me what I want to do when I come here. I don't know myself, I really don't know. I just want to come here, so here I am..."

He said, seemingly unaware of the people behind him who were coming towards him. He just stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes gradually glowing.

He took a sudden step, stretched out his arms, and walked towards her from the door.

"Stop, take one more step, and kill—"

Yuan Handing shouted behind him. He didn't seem to hear it, not only did it stop, but the pace became faster and faster.

Yuan Handing no longer hesitated, and immediately released the arrow in his hand.

"don't want-"

Mu Fulan suddenly had an epiphany, stood up abruptly, and shouted. But it was too late. That sharp arrow, with huge force, ripped through the air, and shot towards the back in front of him like lightning, almost in the blink of an eye, with a "pop" sound, impartially, from the back of his heart part, through the heart.

Zhao Xitai stopped and stopped at a distance of one person from Mu Fulan. Looking at her, he stood for a moment, a smile gradually appeared on his lips, and then he fell to the ground.

Yuan Handing rushed in and saw that Zhao Xitai was dead, and Mu Fulan was standing. Except for the pale face and the slight tremor, he was safe and sound, and he was relieved.

He ordered the soldiers to carry the man away.

Mu Fulan stared blankly at the pool of blood on the ground, and said in a low voice, "He doesn't mean anything to me. He's here probably just to beg for death..."

Yuan Handing was startled, hesitated, and said, "Blame me for being reckless. I received news tonight that Zhao Xitai is either still alive, or sneaking here for an unknown purpose, and asked me to take precautions."

"Who gave you the news?"

"I don't know the source. So I didn't believe it at first, but I was afraid that if something happened to you, there were not enough staff, so I rushed over immediately. I didn't expect it to be true..."

Mu Fulan was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I don't blame you. You should be on guard when he sneaks in like this."

"Brother, do me a favor and bury him thickly. In this way, it can be regarded as a complete friendship with him when I was young."

Yuan Handing agreed and persuaded her to rest.

Mu Fulan stopped him: "Brother Yuan, you came just in time. I have something else I want to discuss with you."

This matter has been pondering for a long time in her mind.

She said: "Brother, when I came back this time, I brought back my aunt's remains. When my aunt was dying, her greatest wish was to return to Dongting. The person who will never forget it is your adoptive father. I want to bury her and Yuan Cheng together in the tomb, I wonder if you can agree, brother?"

Yuan Handing seemed a little surprised at first, looked at her calm face, hesitated, and said, "Before my adoptive father died, he told me to bury him on that nameless island in the depths of Dongting. There are no traces of people there. So far, he is the only tomb. I have been puzzled by this. Later, I organized his journals and essays for him. From his records in a few words, I know that when he was young, he accompanied the King of Changsha to sacrifice to the lake **** and encountered storms. , the boat drifted to an isolated island and stopped there for shelter. Your aunt was also on the boat at the time. I guessed that place was an unusual place for him."

He looked at Mu Fulan and said every word: "Why shouldn't I?"

Mu Fulan smiled and said, "Thank you, brother. I choose an auspicious day and I'll do it."

…

A few days later, Mu Fulan took a big boat and headed for the depths of Dongting under the leadership of Yuan Handing. After sailing for a day and night, the ship finally reached an isolated island and stopped.

The island is not large in size. From a distance, it looks like a cluster of spires rising out of the water. Around the island, there are jagged rocks. When they landed on the island, it was dawn, the sky was full of morning light, and the wild scorpion was piercing the clouds. The old scorpion of Prime Minister Yuan, facing the direction of Yuecheng, stood quietly at the highest point in the heart of the island.

Yuan Handing separated the old scorpion with a hoe, and Mu Fulan held a jar of incense bones she brought back from Shangjing and buried it.

The entourage had already erected a row of huts for living on a nearby flat land. Mu Fulan will stay here for seven days and seven nights, and invite fellow monks to recite the precious scriptures. Yuan Handing originally came and returned with her, but the next day, a boat was sent from the city, and there was news that the leader of Sanmiao had come. This trip was specially to visit Yuan Handing. The messenger sent a message, and now people are coming soon, and they will arrive at Yuecheng in a few days. Mu Fulan asked Yuan Handing to go back first, and made an appointment to pick her up on the last day.

So she lived on this isolated island deep in the Dongting, along with the monks, day and night, praying devoutly for her aunt and her beloved who could not see each other until she died.

It was a late night. The monks finished reciting the last scripture of the day, and the servants who accompanied them also fell asleep. In addition to the guards who were watching the night, they were also standing on their respective posts.

Mu Fulan sat on a rock, looking in the direction of Junshan.

The night wind in the depths of the lake was blowing in all directions, blowing the corners of her clothes. She sat as if in a state of tranquility, and she did not even notice when the stars in the night sky were reclusive and the dark clouds above her head.

The raindrops fell, getting bigger and bigger, wet her clothes, and water droplets condensed on her hair and eyebrows.

The water rolled into her eyes, and there was a sense of astringent pain.

She blinked and was about to get up when she suddenly felt that somewhere behind her, there seemed to be two eyes looking at her.

This is a very mysterious feeling.

After landing on the island, in the past few days, it was not the first time that she had this feeling.

She turned her head. Nothing at all.

Behind him, a pitch-black lake, under the swirl of the night wind, kept surging on the rocky shore.

A cat got out of the curtain, as if he had just woken up from a sleep, rubbing his eyes while running towards her, shouting, "It's raining! Be careful of catching a cold!"