The long street is silent, with gray-eaves buildings staggering in height, and the curved eaves are like waves in the black ocean at night, frozen in time.

Old man Yao walked slowly in front with his hands on his back, and Chen Ji followed behind tacitly. He had many questions, such as where is Beiju Luzhou, do you recognize a young man named Li Qingniao, and what is the Forty-Nine Heaven?

But he knew that he could not ask, so he could only bury those questions in his heart.

Old Man Yao was puzzled: "You usually have a broken mouth like a ragged cotton cloth, why did you calm down today?"

Chen Ji's heart tightened: "It's because of the things in Zhou Mansion that you won't let me mention them."

Old man Yao suddenly asked, "Did you kill someone?"

Chen Ji was silent for a long time: "No."

Old Man Yao chuckled lightly and stopped asking more questions.

Along the way, the old man really never asked about what happened tonight again, as if nothing had happened.

After about an hour of walking, Chen Ji saw the wide red-lacquered gate of Prince Jing's Mansion from afar. The guards in front of the door stood with halberds and were covered with iron armor. The stone lions on both sides of the door were majestic and domineering.

Two white lanterns are hung under the gray eaves, with the words "Jingwang Mansion" written on it, and there is a plaque on the door, which is written in gold lacquer and says "Zhengda Guangming".

Doctor Yao did not enter through the main entrance, but led Chen Ji to the side of the royal palace, where a medical clinic that was closely connected to the royal palace was opened, called "Taiping".

There are four big words written on the plaque on the door, "No credit" is required.

Old man Yao pushed open the door of the clinic and stepped over the high threshold. Inside the house, a kerosene lamp was lit on the long counter.

Outside is the long dark street and night, inside the house is a warm orange-red light, as if the world is black and white, only this clinic has its colors.

It also seems that as long as you walk in, you can shelter from the wind and rain and gain peace.

Old man Yao stood inside the door and turned around and glanced at Chen Ji: "Don't throw away the things in his hand, the clinic doesn't need this thing."

Chen Ji was stunned and threw away the broken porcelain pieces that were still holding in his palm, and there was still blood on them.

He looked at the high threshold of the clinic and the hunched back of Old Man Yao, and finally stepped into the door, closed the door, blocking the night outside.

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...

This clinic is a small courtyard, separated from the royal palace by a wall, and there is a twisted apricot tree in the courtyard.

A majestic crow stood at the top of the branch, and flew away when he saw someone coming.

Old Man Yao seemed tired and waved his hand and said, "Go to sleep."

Chen Ji stood there and didn't move... Where to sleep? There are three rooms in the back of the courtyard. He didn't know which room to go to for the right choice. If he went to the wrong place, he might cause suspicion.

Seeing that he was not moving, Old Man Yao turned around suspiciously: "Why don't you go to bed?"

After speaking, a tall and thin boy wearing a long gown came out of the west wing. He looked at Chen Ji and said disgustedly: "Chen Ji, it's been delayed for so long. I'm still bothering Master to find you... Master, you're tired of walking. I'll boil some water for you and soak your feet before resting."

Chen Ji looked at this... Senior Brother.

How can a person flatter so specifically?

Old Man Yao said: "Get out and go to bed, don't delay tomorrow's morning class."

"Okay," the tall and thin boy walked back to the west wing.

Chen Ji followed him into the room. There was a large bunk bed, and a burly figure lying inside was sleeping. He was completely unaware of what had just happened outside. The tall and thin brother slept in the middle of the bunk bed, and his bed was next to the door.

The wooden windows in the apprentice's bedroom were worn out, and there was no other furniture except some pots and jars.

In the dim room, the tall and thin senior brother sat on the bunk with a quilt, staring at Chen Ji with flickering eyes, lowered his voice and asked, "What happened? Why have you been there for so long?"

"Nothing happened," Chen Ji shook his head, crawled into the quilt tiredly, quietly looking at the wooden beams on the roof and the long-lasting spider webs.

The tall and thin senior brother turned over and lay down, and said, "Let's forget it!"

The room calmed down again, leaving only breathing sounds.

Only at this moment can Chen Ji stop and think about his situation: Will Jiaotu and Yunyang let him go? It must not be.

The ability he showed tonight was definitely not owned by the apprentice of the clinic, and he happened to appear at the home of the spy Jing Chao. How could the snake and scorpion not doubt it?

But why did they let themselves go? Is it because of their master's identity, or is the other party having other plans?

No matter what, Chen Ji's best choice now is to stay in the clinic, which is adjacent to the royal palace, so he may be concerned about what the other party wants to do.

While thinking, Chen Ji's pupils suddenly contracted.

A cold breath in his dantian was spreading all over his body, swallowing the temperature in his muscles, bones, and blood.

That was... a stream of ice that penetrated into Zhou Chengyi's body when he died. At that time, he felt cold, as if it was an illusion. But now it was like a beast trapped in Chen Ji's body, looking for an exit angrily, but it could not rush out of Chen Ji's body.

Bang.

Chen Ji heard the sound of his blood flowing like an avalanche, as if blood vessels were flowing no longer blood, but smoothies.

It seemed like a sword was hidden in its thin body, or a dragon that had existed thousands of years ago. Chen Ji seemed to be in a dark pool, dragged into the bottom of the pool with one hand in despair.

It's cold and harsh.

Chen Ji struggled and turned to look at the others in the house, but found that they were sleeping soundly and didn't notice anything. He wrapped the quilt tightly, but the cold air was from the inside out, and even if he kept himself in the quilt, it would be useless.

Could it be that he was entangled by Zhou Chengyi's unjust soul?

Gradually, before he could figure it out, he curled up into a ball and fell into a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, a loud rooster crow came from the distant horizon, and the sound seemed to penetrate layers of mist, tearing the mist apart.

Chen Ji woke up from the bed and sat up, as if he had just been fished out of the water, breathing greedily.

His hands and feet were cold. What just happened was not a dream, but the ice flow was still raging.

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Outside the window, the thin sunlight was blocked by white paper windows, making the room dim.

There were two brothers next to them sleeping side by side with their heads covered, and the sound of the rooster crowing did not seem to affect them, and they were still snoring.

Just as Chen Ji was stunned, he creaked and the door was pushed open.

But he saw his master, "Old Man Yao", standing at the door holding a bamboo strip, with a look of disgust, "I don't get up even after the rooster crows. Those who know know know that the fellows are apprentices, and those who don't know think you are the eldest sons of which aristocratic family."

As he said that, he waved the bamboo strips and whipped it over.

Chen Ji struggled to turn over and put on his clothes, and hid aside: "Master, I've gotten up!"

Seeing this, Old Man Yao went to suck others, but heard a wailing sound. The two brothers were sobbed by bamboo sticks that they ran away: "Master, don't beat me! Get up!"

But no matter how these two brothers avoided, the bamboo strips always fell on them accurately. The hunched old man was obviously ninety-two years old, but he was particularly agile.

Old man Yao waved his bamboo sticks and rushed the three of them to the yard, and said coldly: "Stand on your stance!"

Chen Ji thought that the morning class in the Imperial Medical Center would be to recite medical books, but he didn’t expect it to be a standing position?

He turned his head to look, but saw the two brothers posing in strange positions at the same time, not horse stance, but rather like a posture of carrying huge rocks on their shoulders to climb a ridge.

Before he could learn secretly, with a bang, the bamboo strips had fallen crisply on him. When the bamboo strips came into contact with their bodies, it seemed like a pain exploded through the cracks of the bones.

The heart-wrenching pain accompanied by the cold and weak feeling made Chen Ji almost faint. He stood up like the two brothers, while Old Man Yao sneered: "Don't pretend to be weak in me, it's not easy to use. Don't think that if I flatter you, I won't beat you up."

As he said that, the bamboo strip fell on the tall and thin senior brother again: "Liu Quxing, aren't you talking about you? What the hell is you standing here?"

Liu Quxing cried and said, "Master, aren't we studying medicine? Why do we learn this every day?"

Old man Yao sneered and slapped the bamboo strip again: "How dare you talk back? There are three treasures in the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars, and people have three treasures, energy and spirit! Without energy and spirit, you can't learn anything!"

In just a quarter of an hour, the three brothers and brothers were sobbed by bamboo strips. This was the first time Chen Ji was physically punished, and he was the one with the most bamboo strips among the three brothers, because he was the most unfamiliar with this posture.

only.

At some point when I was standing in the stance, a warm current surged out from behind Chen Ji's waist, slowly eliminating the cold air from last night.

This kind of warm current sometimes does not...or in other words, if the movement of standing in a stance is right, it will breed, and if the movement is wrong, it will not happen.

Chen Ji changed his posture according to his feelings, and when a warm current surged from behind his waist, he maintained his posture and stopped moving. It was as if someone had prepared the answer for you, just follow the description.

Old Man Yao walked to him at this time and wanted to pull a bamboo strip, but found that Chen Ji's posture was completely correct, so there was no reason to pull the hand he raised...

Later, Old Man Yao simply stopped looking at him and only beat the other two brothers.

Chen Ji didn't know what was special about this posture, which could offset the Bingliu. He silently observed the appearance of other brothers, and did not seem to think that this standing position was of any benefit.

Could it be that he is the only one who can feel this warm current?

Half an hour passed, and the ice flow in Chen Ji's body was suppressed and returned to his dantian motionless. He breathed a sigh of relief. If the ice flow continued to rage, it was hard to say whether he could survive today.

Old man Yao sneered: "Okay, today's morning class is over, Chen Ji has made progress."

The three brothers and brothers grinned and rubbed their injuries. Now they took off their clothes and their bodies were covered in purple.

"Get out of here and go to the door of the main hall to wait for your family. Today is the day to pay the school bank. If I can't see the school bank, you can immediately put the bed and go home!" Old man Yao said coldly: "Chen Ji, remember to ask for money when your family comes later. The lost medicine money last night is 320 yuan, and no one can be lost."

Chen Ji was stunned for a moment.

family……

Do you have family in this world?
Chapter completed!