The eight children slept soundly. Except for their pale complexions, they were almost the same as other normal children.
Xiaolan stretched out her hand and took the pulse of each child, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
"Are they better?"
"Well, I fed them Snow Flower Yangming Pills and gave them a few injections. Mr. Nanquan also asked the Fourth Son to do a mysterious technique for them, saying that it can summon the departed souls."
"Then have their souls come back?" Qin Shaobai asked anxiously.
"Brother Qin, haste makes waste, everything must be done slowly."
Seeing that Qin Shaobai looked very tired, Xiaolan advised: "It's past midnight, at least there won't be any problems today, you should go back to the house and sleep."
Qin Shaobai shook his head: "The county government also has a place to rest. I'll go and lie down first."
Thinking about it, Xiaolan hadn't rested until now, so she said again: "How about I stay here and you go get some sleep."
Xiaolan raised her head, her dark eyes were clear and bright, and a gentle smile appeared on her tired face: "I can go back when Master Song and the others come."
Qin Shaobai knew that he could not persuade Xiaolan to go back, and he was still a little timid in his heart.
If these eight children suddenly broke out, his three-legged cat skills would not be able to stop them immediately.
At this time, masters like Xiaolan and Li Xiaolin will be useful. It would be great if Qin Shaobai can not be a burden to others and drag them down.
The county government office is particularly quiet at night.
The bed was also made very comfortable by Xiaolan.
But Qin Shaobai couldn't sleep no matter what.
In my mind, sometimes it was Jin Zhaoning, sometimes it was Xiaolan, and sometimes it was the faces of those children.
He simply closed his eyes and counted the sheep.
Needless to say, this method was really effective. After a while, he felt a little confused.
In his daze, there seemed to be a flute sound coming from his ears. The flute sound was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
What he was sure of was that the sound of the flute was not the one he heard in Yuanlou that time. It was too sharp, too harsh, and almost life-threatening.
But the sound of the flute was like his mother singing a lullaby, making him feel an indescribable comfort.
Listening, listening, he slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly a light flashed before his eyes, as if there was a door waiting for him not far away.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally got up and walked towards the door.
When he got up, he told himself that this was a dream, but he must not take it seriously.
However, when he was about to touch the door, the real feeling made him completely forget that he was in a dream.
That door, that heavy and heavy door, pushed a very old memory into his mind.
He saw a child running back and forth in front of the door, followed by a large group of panicked maids.
"Bai'er."
He heard someone calling the child gently, but the child seemed not to have heard it and was still running, spinning, jumping, and banging hard on the iron door with his little hand.
"Bai'er."
A woman in pink clothes hugged the child gently, "Look, you ran out again. Do you want your father to punish the people behind you?"
"Mother, they keep Bai'er in that cage every day. Bai'er can hardly breathe."
The little boy put his arms around the woman's neck, acting coquettishly, and looked at the group of maids behind him while talking.
The maids were so frightened that they quickly knelt down.
"Okay, don't make things difficult for them. This is the palace, not our Nanyang County. You have to be good." The woman patted the boy gently, "Didn't I tell you that you have to be a kind person?
They, following you, are your partners and your friends, and you must consider them in everything you do."
"Mom, I don't want to stay here. I want to go back to Nanyang. I want to eat the big cake made by Uncle Xiao."
As the boy spoke, he actually stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, making a tut-tsk sound.
Qin Shaobai suddenly wanted to laugh, he fell in love with the boy in his dream from the bottom of his heart.
"Okay, after your father crowns you the crown prince, we will return to Nanyang and let you eat enough."
"Mother, Bai'er doesn't want to be a prince. Bai'er just wants to learn boxing from his master."
"You kid." The woman in red smiled slightly, "Being the prince is your destiny, you don't have to think about it."
"No, I don't want to stay in this cage like a little bird. I want to leave. I want to go back to Nanyang."
The boy became angry, raised his hand, and knocked hard on the iron door.
"I want to leave, I want to go back to Nanyang." Qin Shaobai shouted, closing his eyes, but clenching his hands into fists and waving them in the air.
"Brother Qin, wake up, Brother Qin."
Qin Shaobai opened his eyes and saw Xiaolan pushing himself anxiously, "Brother Qin, where are you going? Aren't you in Nanyang now?"
Qin Shaobai wiped the sweat from his face. He couldn't remember what he had just dreamed about.
But in my mind, the sound of the flute still exists.
"Xiaolan, can you help me go to the street and buy a flute?"
"Brother Qin, can you ****?"
Qin Shaobai shook his head, but nodded again.
Xiaolan burst out laughing: "Brother Qin, do you know how to do this or not? I have been in Nanyang for so many years, and everything is sold in Nanyang County, but there seems to be no flute for sale."
"Why? Isn't there anyone in Nanyang County who knows how to ****? Last time in Yuanlou, wasn't there someone who was disturbing everyone with the sound of the flute? And that night, didn't you and I both hear the sound of the flute?"
"This..." Xiaolan seemed to be struggling whether to say it, "Actually, not only are there no flutes for sale in Nanyang County, but also in the entire Lin'an Prefecture. I heard from the master that for a period of time, the government arrested many flutes for making and selling flutes.
** people.”
Qin Shaobai became more and more confused: "This flute is an ordinary musical instrument. The Song Dynasty has always liked music, so how could it eliminate the sound of the flute?"
Xiaolan bit her lip.
"The princess's eldest brother likes to play the most, and the emperor also likes to hear him play, so he made a jade flute for every child in the royal family and asked the eldest prince to teach them how to play it. He also had someone create a flute.
The mental techniques of martial arts are integrated into the sound of the flute."
"The emperor's idea is very good." Qin Shaobai praised sincerely.
Xiaolan's face showed a sad look.
"Later, the eldest prince went to attack the Huns, but he never came back."
"he…"
Xiaolan nodded.
Qin Shaobai suddenly had a strange idea.
"Xiaolan, does the eldest prince's single name have the same character in white?"
Xiaolan raised her head suddenly, with a look of horror on her face, but her expression only lasted for a few seconds, and she immediately returned to her previous indifference: "The life experience of the eldest prince has always been a mystery, and it is a mystery that no one dares to mention.
.I only know that the eldest prince was originally going to be canonized as the prince. I don’t know what happened. The old emperor was very angry with him, so he was named the King of Zhennan."
With a low sigh, Xiaolan added: "I'm afraid, not many people remember King Zhennan now."