Chapter 7 Lu Ming (Sixth)

First, ventilate with your father, use the power of the family to gain more buffering time. Then use life-saving prescriptions to bargain with Liu Zhiyuan, so that he can temporarily put aside his murderous intention toward the second prince.

In the absence of other ways, these two moves that Fu Yaozi gave him seem to be the best choice. But will these two moves really work? Chang Wanying was not sure. She was not sure whether her father's love for her could be as loyal as Liu Zhiyuan? She was not sure whether the Han King Liu Zhiyuan's vigilance towards the prince of the previous dynasty was less than his own life?

"You should do what I said now. At least before you hold the throne, the King of Han dared not openly murder your eighth senior brother. As for after he holds the throne... Alas, let's see you again at that time! Everything must start with, and you can't expect to be done overnight!" Seeing the hesitant look on his disciple's face, Fu Yaozi thought for a while and sighed and added.

"Thank you Master!" Chang Wanying hesitated for a while, and finally saluted her master, and then stood up hesitantly.

When there is no best solution, doing something is better than doing nothing. This is the rule of doing things that her father often thinks about, and it has been engraved in her bones without realizing it. She will never choose to close her eyes and wait for death at any time.

"Okay, wipe your eyes and go do things. The wind is strong in the mountains, be careful to get the root of the disease!" Fu Yaozi waved his hand again, turned around, and his back was blown extremely desolate by the mountain wind.

He is called a land god, but he is still on the land after all, and he cannot fly in the sky and does not have the ability to sprinkle beans into soldiers. However, the princes and emperors in the world are said to be reincarnated by real dragons. When the princes are angry, they will be red blood for thousands of miles, and when the emperor is angry, blood flows into a river...

Chang Wanying silently saluted to the master's back and slowly walked into the west yard of the Taoist temple. In that yard, there were more than a dozen generals who were responsible for protecting her family for her to send her at will. They were all loyal and reliable, and had great martial arts. However, compared with the giant Hedong Han Army, more than a dozen generals were simply not even considered a hair. Therefore, she had to take a twelve-point spirit and plan every step below. After everything was arranged within her ability, the sun was already setting in the west.

Although she was exhausted, the girl did not lie down to rest immediately. Instead, she was led to her feet towards the room of the East Triple Courtyard by magic. The guy who was thrown into a bowl of "resurrection soup" was usually sleeping in the first room in front of the East Triple Courtyard. I don't know if she woke up now? If forgetting everything is the best choice for him, did he pretend to be stupid before? Did he actually remember everything in his heart clearly...

Not at ease, not willing to give up, and a little bit of curiosity that is unique to the girl drives her to take a look at her again.

Maybe after a glance, all the mysteries came to light. Maybe after he woke up, he suddenly realized that she was the person he should believe the most, and then he would pretend to be heartbroken and ask her for forgiveness just like he made a mistake when he was a child. In that case, should she forgive him, or should she deal with him first? It seems that it would be nice to deal with him. This kid has been beating since he was a child, and he will never be beaten and have no memory.

Thinking in a daze, she had arrived at her destination. When a few bored senior brothers saw her, they quickly hid far away. Everyone didn't want to provoke too much for her weird young junior sister. First of all, no one could stand her incredible revenge. Secondly, her master was famous for "protecting her little head". As long as the junior sister's tears opened, the person who provoked her would definitely not be able to take advantage of her.

Chang Wanying suddenly became very shy, standing at the door with a red face, hesitated for a while before gently pushing open the door of the room. The martial arts practitioner had a very sharp hearing, and she had heard it clearly long ago. There was no other movement in the room except for the even breathing sound. It was obvious that the bastard was still sleeping.

He wouldn't be really poisoned to be a fool, right? Suddenly, a burst of tension surged in his heart for no reason, and all shyness was driven out of the sky. He raised his legs and rushed in two steps, and she stopped her feet again. Her body leaned forward uncontrollably due to inertia, and her eyes saw the most familiar face in her life.

It was a little darker than last year, but the eyebrows, nose, lips and face shape changed slightly. Even the expressions when sleeping are vaguely similar to those in the past, with a bit of satisfaction and naughtiness.

In her memory, he was the most contented and happy one. He never thought about fighting for the position of prince with his brother. Even if some intentional people instigate him, he usually refused by pretending to be stupid. By the way, pretending to be stupid is the first of his three unique skills, and he has been very good at playing since he was a child. No matter how big the disaster he caused, as long as he opens his black eyes to the maximum and then shows his innocent face, he can escape most of the punishment. Of course, his sister Chang Wanshu's fist is an absolute exception.

What if everything he showed recently was pretending? Could it be that what he had done before? But why could he not even believe in himself? He and his sister were clearly trying their best to save his life. This is a small Taoist temple in the wilderness rather than the Han Palace in Taiyuan City?

No, the things he lost his memory are definitely not pretending. But how could there be such bizarre diseases in the world? You can choose to forget some and leave others? Even if the forgetting and the things left behind are closely connected to each other! The master said before that the only way to cure this disease is to take the initiative to open the knot in his heart, but his experience is so miserable and there are many dangers around him. How could he take the initiative to open his heart...?

One by one, one by one, the more I thought about it, the more confused the girl's mind became, the more drowsy her mind became. Unconsciously, she walked to the bedside, hugged her knees and began to daze. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes and fell asleep with her back against the table on the head of the bed.

When I woke up, I found myself sleeping on a warm bed. The curtains made of coarse cloth were tightly integrated, and through the gaps in the fabric, there were dim lights.

"Ah--" Chang Wanying was so scared that she was so scared that she sat up instinctively, reaching out to touch the sword around her waist. The sword was still there, and the leather belt around her waist was tied firmly. The shark skin scabbard had become slightly stable due to long-term contact with her body. She accidentally pressed on the outside of her thigh on the scabbard, but it was hurt to make her feel a little painful.

This bastard doesn't care for people at all! The next moment, the fear in the girl's heart turned into shame and annoyance. The room was made of Shi Yanbao, the eighth senior brother, and it was impossible for a third person to break in without a trace. He was the only one who carried himself to the bed. He knew to cover the quilt and put the curtain on the bed, but he didn't know how to remove the sword and put it aside. He really had a elm-block head! He touched his clothes and didn't know how many times he touched him when he was a child.

Suddenly remembering the past when she was young, her face suddenly became hot. She raised her hand and rubbed her cheeks hard, then turned over and got out of bed. Just as she pulled a crack in the bed, a big tray appeared in front of her. A strong aroma of rice porridge immediately penetrated into her nostrils, making her throat move up and down uncontrollably.

"The little junior sister is awake, get up and have dinner! I just called from the kitchen not long ago, and it's still hot!" Senior brother Eighth, not sure whether to call him Shi Yanbao or Ning Yanzhang, smiled and handed the tray forward and whispered.

"Yeah!" Resisting the urge to press the man on the bed and beat him up, Chang Wanying took the tray and placed it in a corner of the table. Then she reached out and grabbed the spoon on it, and drank the porridge in big mouthfuls.

The rice tastes delicious and has a very attractive color. The quality of other grains in Hedong is average, but this grain is far more than that produced in other places. It makes people feel more appetite when they look at it. A small plate of yellow pickled rice from a farmhouse is even more icing on the cake. Not only are ordinary people unable to live without them, even the dining table of a prince is often indispensable in occasions where guests are not welcome. (Note 1)

After sweeping the rice porridge with Huang Yu in one breath, the girl suddenly remembered that there was someone else present. She was stunned, put down her chopsticks embarrassedly, and whispered: "Senior brother, eat some too! Don't think it's light, Master said, simple food is the most healthy way."

"I've eaten it before. I was about to return the bowl just now! I didn't expect you to wake up so timely!" Ning Yanzhang smiled and pointed at another set of tableware in the corner of the wall, explaining gently.

"Are you laughing at me for being greedy?" Chang Wanying frowned slightly, and a thin look of anger quickly surged on her face. However, in a flash, she remembered that the eighth senior brother who had lost his memory should be considered an outsider, and his anger was quickly covered by shame. "I laughed at the senior brother. I was a little hungry just now, so, so..."

"No, you are much more gentle than I imagined!" Ning Yanzhang waved his hand and responded naturally. Immediately, he realized that the words seemed to be full of teasing, and quickly added: "I mean, I thought you would be the same as your sister. No, no, that's not the case. I don't mean to laugh at you. I've seen your sister eat, no, no, I haven't seen a woman much before. Your sister is the number one..."

The more he explained, the more he was not right. As the girl's eyes became wider, he had to grit his teeth and stood up to salute, "Sorry, junior sister. I didn't mean to anger you. I really don't care about your eating behavior. I'm not Shi Yanbao at all, although I may look very similar to him. In fact, I'm actually very troubled at this moment. You all say I am Shi Yanbao, but I know I'm definitely not! But after I say it, no one of you believes it!"

"I believe!" This time, Chang Wanying did not immediately burst into tears like she did in the previous few times. Instead, she suddenly smiled and her eyes flowed. The whole room suddenly lit up, and every item was filled with light.

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Note 1: Huangqi, ancient pickled vegetables. It is common in the notes of literati in the Song and Yuan dynasties. It is mostly pickled by monks and nuns. Because it is cheap and its status is not valued, it often becomes a humble word for literati to ridicule themselves.
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