Chapter 3 Substituting one thing for another The official returns to the city 3
The night was uneventful. She was afraid of the heat, so she kept the window open all night, so that the blush on her face had not dissipated in the morning.
When they walked to the main hall, Shen Yi Yan and others were already waiting there. Except for him, who was wearing a purple robe, the others were all wearing simple black robes. They looked neat and well-trained, and they had more than two brushes in their hands. of excellent personnel.
Chu Shou couldn't help but shudder when he thought that these people were ambushing everywhere in the courtyard yesterday. Fortunately, he went there for cooperation, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed.
They were busy up and down, and after a while, the main hall was decorated into a simple mourning hall, with a coffin in the middle, made of fine golden nanmu, inlaid with five-color gems.
Chu Shou cursed in his heart, it was a pity that this fine coffin...
"Sir, there is someone outside the house asking to see you, saying..." The person who spoke glanced at Chu Shou. At that time, she was walking into the main hall with her hands behind her hands. She looked around and saw that Shen Yi's arrangement was quite appropriate.
"It's the coffin bearers."
After Shen Yi listened carefully, he understood in his heart. He turned around and bowed his hands. Chu Shou said: "Oh, those are my people. After the ceremony is completed, they will carry the coffin to the blessed place in the back mountain of Youzhou, where the Heavenly Official is." The cemetery has a beautiful environment and fresh air.”
Chu Shou raised an eyebrow harshly at Shen Yi, with a sly smile on her face. She changed out of her outfit and wore a top and lower skirt. The green underskirt was covered with snow-white elephant-colored fine gauze brocade, and the outer layer was heavily green. The cloak is worn with the hair tied up, and a wooden hairpin is simply stuck in it. No powder is applied, and the color is suitable.
"Can you two please help me?"
Chu Shou motioned to several people to open the coffin lid, then took the black wooden staff from Qingfeng's hand and placed it respectfully. The staff was passed down from generation to generation. When setting out from Youbei, her grandfather handed it to her. , after the official farewell ceremony was completed, Younan and Youbei merged with Youzhou. As of now, there is no more witch clan in the world. Together with the equipment and the staff, they will follow the coffin, take root on the ground, and fall into the underworld.
"Put them all in."
After Qingfeng placed the copper bells, tiger skins, black-feathered sheep horns and other utensils brought by Chu Shou into the coffin, he worked with several people to seal the coffin. It happened that several coffin bearers were led to the main hall.
The leader's name was Jida, a middle-aged man with a full beard, dressed in witch costumes. He stepped forward to salute Chu Shou and said respectfully: "I've met the young master, I'm late."
Chu Shou waved his hand and said: "No problem, let's get started."
Jida glanced at the sealed coffin, her eyes became firm, and she nodded. She took out various magic weapons from behind and selected a black chain, which was densely engraved with bloody spells and tightly wrapped around the head of the coffin. It extended to the end of the coffin, and finally dropped a palm-sized copper lock, which glowed faintly under the morning light.
Chu Shou took the pen handed over by Ji Da, took the blood-colored ink from the horn bowl, and began to write talismans around the coffin. They were densely packed and almost occupied the entire coffin surface. He was a well-trained secret guard of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. They couldn't help but observe this rare large-scale wizard's practice.
In just one cup of tea, Chu Shou was able to draw a full range of paintings. Her handwriting was sloppy and her calligraphy was not up to standard, but her talisman drawings were passable.
In fact, you can seal the coffin and carry it away directly. After all, in the eyes of the world, no matter what the believers of the Wu Clan do, it is full of mystery. Painting the talisman is one kind of mystery, and not painting it is another level of mystery.
Only Jida could see clearly, but didn't understand what Chu Shou was doing. After all, the blood in the bowl was used to pour on the coffin for suppression.
"Well..." Chu Shou looked at his work with satisfaction, clapped his hands with satisfaction, and said, "Not bad."
"Little Lord……"
Chu Shou raised his hand and patted Jida on the shoulder, "Let's set off quickly. Don't keep Azu waiting for too long. Although Younan and Youbei are now dispersed, my cousin is the new governor of Youzhou. After the matter is completed, I will look for him to find a job." Find a way out and live a good life from now on."
Ji Da looked embarrassed and asked eagerly:
"Young Master, won't you go back to Youzhou with us?"
Chu Shou looked at him and smiled slightly, and joked: "Have you forgotten that I have a grandfather in Kyoto who has a beard as white as Azu's? Alas, I am the only one in the family. I can't guard Azu every day. When the time comes, Youzhou has a completely new look, and I will definitely go back when your life becomes stable."
"Yes!" Ji Da nodded and said goodbye respectfully. Then he took a suona from his waist and blew it. The sound suddenly sounded desolate and crisp. Four people lifted the coffin and carried it out of the main hall. Everyone was solemn.
Chu Shou was the first to kneel down, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Then when they saw Shen Yi Yan kneeling down peacefully, they all knelt down one after another. The early autumn morning was cool, and the cold dew was like thin ice in summer, filling the whole senses and refreshing.
Chu Shou listened to the sound of the suona getting smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing, and then he stood up.
"Master Shen, we can set off."
Before Shen Yi could give the harsh instructions, Zhao Qinghuai helped Song Yanqing out of the back room.
He is slender but slightly thin, his back is straight but slightly bowed due to illness, his face is bloodless, he is dressed in white clothes, his black hair is as black as ink, the color of mountains and ink in the clothes makes his skin color become increasingly white, and the strands of his hair are Tall, with a stubborn head hanging down from the back, he has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed like a young man, but without any vitality... In fact, this is also the case. It is obvious that he is not in good health.
However, from the first time Chu Shou saw him, he knew that what was recorded in the scriptures was indeed correct - "All heavenly officials are beautiful."
Qing Huai knelt all night last night, coupled with Qing Feng's slander, she didn't look much better than Song Yanqing. She didn't even know who was supporting whom...
Song Yanqing's slender bamboo-bone hands held Zhao Qinghuai's wrist tightly, and the two leaned against each other. He seemed to be at ease and put all his weight on her, and she was full of tolerance...
Before Chu Shou said hello to the two of them, he turned around and strode out of the main hall. After twists and turns, he finally walked out of the house, followed closely by Qing Feng.
There were three carriages waiting outside. Chu Shou chose the last one and got into the carriage alone. Qing Feng naturally got on it.
"Are you driving for me?"
Chu Shou opened the curtain and asked.
Qingfeng nodded in affirmation.
Chu Shou looked at Qing Feng who was about to say something, but he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes filled with sadness, and he lowered the curtain heavily.
At this time, a group of people walked out of the door of the mansion. After a few people got into the car, the mysterious guards in black clothes disappeared. The streets became empty again, leaving only the neighing of horse hooves.
"The side effects of Huanshen Powder are so severe that he would rather drink three bowls of it than see me. I'm afraid he is too lazy to talk to me."
"Just give me this medicine. This bumpy road will make you feel better."
There was a muffled sound from the carriage. Chu Shou leaned against the carriage and let his arms and legs slump on the seat. He had been sitting there all night, but today he only saw him. It was as if all his concentrated mental energy had been sucked out of his chest. , the originally clear thoughts became confused again, and the whole person was as dull as rotten wood sinking in the lake. I didn’t want to say a word, I just sighed in my heart: Sad, sad...
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"I heard that the princess studied under Dr. Miaochun, why don't you ask her to take a look at it for you?"
"Cough cough cough——"
Song Yan leaned her head against the side wall of the carriage, wrapped in a thin blanket, and kept coughing. There was blood oozing from the corners of her mouth. I don't know if it was coughed up or she bit her lip. It was like cinnabar, or like red plum blossoms blooming in winter. The side is particularly eye-catching.
Huanshen Powder has serious side effects. It was originally used for patients with too fast heart rate and excessive excitement. If normal people drink it, they will inevitably have side effects, such as chest tightness, shortness of breath, palpitation and dizziness. As soon as Song Yanqing finished the third bowl, he immediately rolled his eyes. He fell down and fainted.
Shen Yi knew that Song Yanqing had temporarily taken refuge in Youbei three years ago, and that it was at that time that he and Chu Shou met. As for the dispute between the two, he didn't say anything about it, and he didn't know anything about it.
So I had no choice but to meet Chu Shou yesterday and observed it for a long time. I finally didn't know where Song Yanqing's attitude of being afraid to avoid him came from, and where did this secret concern come from...
"Not to mention that she had already sealed the box and refused to diagnose her. What's more, she was tired from running around yesterday... No need to worry about it anymore."
Song Yanqing leaned forward and spat out one or two words, her breathing was weak and extremely unstable.
Shen Yi Yan handed him a cup of warm sugar water and continued:
"If His Majesty had not suddenly become ill, we would not have transferred most of the troops back to Kyoto. Without the help of the princess, how would a mere thirty troops have crossed the bandit-infested territory of Qingzhou?"
Song Yanqing closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered a dark shadow. She trembled slightly and her throat rolled. She tried her best to suppress her physical discomfort and managed to squeeze out the words:
"Is this... the reason why you want her to come with us? I... I didn't know that the Metropolitan Procuratorate relies on a woman... to survive."
Shen Yi was choked and speechless. While helping him pour water, he curled his lips and slandered: You Song Yanqing is the most talented. When I heard that your old friend was coming, you not only sent your most trusted bodyguard to her. I was dispatched and only left a weak and boneless Zhao Huainiang by my side. How could I be so good? I drank three bowls of Huanshen Powder and slept for a whole day and night without even daring to see her... You are the most kind.
Then the side wall of the carriage was knocked three times. Shen Yi pulled open a corner of the curtain, looked sideways, revealing only his deep eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "What's the matter?"
Qingfeng handed over a small white porcelain bottle and replied: "The medicine was given by the princess."
Shen Yi was stunned for a second, a little surprised, and turned to look at Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing twitched the corner of his mouth, and there was a faint and unpredictable smile between his eyebrows. He opened his eyes tiredly, revealing dark pupils. He weakly stood up and reached out to take the porcelain bottle from Qingfeng's hand.
The porcelain bottle fell into his hands, and his well-joined fingers rubbed the porcelain bottle. When he touched the bottom of the bottle and traced a pear blossom, he swallowed a few pills and seemed to be energetic. The remaining tenderness in his eyes was still full of bitterness.
Shen Yi was relieved when he saw Qing Feng's worried eyes, but still asked: "Is there anything else?"
Qingfeng hesitated and finally spoke: "Master, why don't you let the princess come..."
Song Yanqing restrained her emotions, raised her eyes, looked at him coldly, and then said calmly: "Let you go out for a few days, it seems that you don't even understand the sense of propriety..."
Qingfeng's eyes paused, a trace of panic flashed across his face, he bowed his head and said in salute: "I know my mistake."
Shen Yi put down the curtain wisely, and the carriage began to roll forward. He circled and said calmly: "Although I don't know what old grudges you two have, after all, you are the princess of Ruchuan. It is not in line with etiquette, and... on the matter of welcoming the Heavenly Official, the Wu Clan sacrificed both his wife and his troops in order to facilitate a great event. Although His Majesty personally... but..."
"Call me when you get to Qingzhou."
Before Shen Yi could finish his harsh words, he was interrupted. He looked at someone who had his arms folded and his eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. Sure enough... after drinking the antidote, he was full of energy and his voice was five minutes full of energy. He had to respond: "Hey, eh, eh, okay, I'll call you."