Chapter 125 Morning in the morning of spring, born in the evening

"What? Do you mean that Yang Jing was assassinated?

In the Yanwang Mansion, Zhao Dezhao suddenly stood up from his seat, and his words were full of surprise, and he was not far away. Qiao Peng, who was standing, hurriedly nodded, "Go back to the prince, this matter is very true. According to my subordinates, Yang Jing was injured by a person with high martial arts skills and has been lying on the bed for several days and hasn't woken up."

"Do you know who did it?"

"I'm incompetent, and I haven't found out yet."

After retreating from Qiao Peng, Zhao Dezhao's face couldn't help but be much gloomy. In the past two years, he has been living a simple and a complete man. Even Defang could not come to Bianliang City at will without edicts.

Once the emperor, a courtier, Zhao Dezhao understood the danger of the current situation, even if the man on the dragon chair once swore to protect his brothers in front of his father's mausoleum.

"A sanctimonous hypocrite!"

His face was gloomy and uncertain. Zhao Dezhao's white hand patted on the table in front of him, and the back of his hand was blue.

In his heart, he has connected the assassination of Yang Yanzhao with Zhao Guangyi, because the literati who had a good relationship with him before also died inexplicably.

A few days later, Songzhou City was wrapped in peace. It will be the first day tomorrow. In the streets and alleys, every family is cleaning up the house and hanging a peach charm. Even the most poor person will take out the reluctant jacket hidden under the shabby box to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

However, there was also a yard where there was no movement. Ba Mei and other people were still waiting outside the house. For a long time, Luo's girl opened the door and went out. As usual, everyone stepped forward quickly.

"Sister Luo, how is he?"

The words fell, and all eyes looked at Luo's girl, who was a little helpless, but still had to shake his head.

"Brother Six will definitely wake up. You all go back. The fish should take good care of Brother Six."

The look of the future on Ba Mei's face disappeared, and her eyes were full of loneliness. After saying this to the people around her, she walked into the room without making a sound and closed the wooden door.

"Brother Yanzhao, you must wake up!"

Outside the house, South Korea whispered. A few days ago, before he met Wen Zhongshu and others in the college, he found him in the yard curiously. When he heard that Yang Yanzhao was seriously injured, he didn't believe it at first. It was not until he saw it with his own eyes that he was like a thunderbolt and panicked.

Therefore, even the old slave came to persuade him to return to Xinyang's home for New Year's Day. He took a few clothes and came to Yang Yanzhao's yard again.

Since then, he has lived in Zi Li. Although everyone takes turns to take care of it and is not short of manpower, Han Guo Hua is unwilling to leave. Every morning and night, he recites the classic poems borrowed from the library at Yang Yanzhao's bedside, hoping that the latter can wake up as soon as possible.

"Brother Guangbi, don't worry, Brother Yanzhao will be fine. Brother Guo has gone to find his master and will definitely cure Brother Yanzhao's injury."

Behind him, Zhang Qian stepped forward and patted Han Hua on the shoulder, his words were full of firmness. On the other hand, Wen Zhongshu was also like this, "Brother Yan Zhao will get better."

"Brother Six, the first day is coming. Why don't you wake up?"

Sitting at the head of the bed and looking at Yang Yanzhao, who was pale and still in a coma, Bamei's tears fell from her red and swollen eyes again.

"Six brother, do you still remember when the fish was five years old, you took me and the seventh brother to watch the lantern market in Daizhou City;

When you were six years old, the pottery doll you sent the fish is still at home;

On the seven-year-old New Year's Day, we were locked at home by our father, and you turned it over. The wall took the fish out to see the night market. After returning, he was punished by his father;

Last year, you went to Taiyuan City, and the fish was thinking about the sixth brother all day. On the eve of New Year's Day, a foot businessman suddenly came to the house, and you asked him to bring a beautiful kite..."

With that, the eighth sister was sobbing and lying on the edge of the bed. "Brother Six, you woke up. It's almost the first day. What are you giving to the fish..."

After crying for a long time, the eighth sister no longer cried. She sat alone at the head of the bed and looked at Yang Yanzhao, who had not yet woken up, but she listened to the faint laughter in the alley.

Sunset, come out again.

Compared with other places, the yard was a little deserted. Wen Zhongshu and the other two went to visit the husband of the college and also asked Zhang Hao for blessings for Yang Yanzhao.

After learning that Yang Yanzhao had not woken up, Zhang Hao's eyebrows were locked and he repeatedly said, 'It shouldn't be...'

Two days after the first day, Guo Huai came back with him, including Geng Yuanfu, Meng Kan and Xu Shaoyang.

"Students have met the master, the uncle, and the teacher."

Zhang Qian hurried forward to salute. After Geng Yuanfu and the other two nod in response, they hurried into the room to investigate Yang Yanzhao's injury.

"Brother Guo, thank you for your hard work."

Outside the house, Luo's daughter saw Geng Yuanfu and others coming. The worries that had been pressing in her heart these days suddenly decreased a lot. Looking at Guo Huai, whose eyes were full of fatigue, she couldn't help thanking.

Hearing this, Guo Huai sighed, "Miss Luo, although I have found my teacher and uncle, they are not good at medical skills, but the little uncle has no trace. Yanzhao's injury, and..."

As soon as the words came out, Luo's woman's face suddenly turned a little white, and the eight sisters and others on one side also showed a gray face.

"Zhong Ran, what do you think?"

Geng Yuanfu's face was a little cold. Meng Kan on one side carefully checked Yang Yanzhao's pulse and sighed later, "Brother Yuanfu, Yanzhao was hurt by the Haoran spirit of Confucianism, and he was hurt in his heart by the sharp weapon cast by the thousand-year-old iron. If Hede hadn't taken the life-saving elixir for him, he would have died in the hands of Jingyu. .

Even now, without Yuyu, I'm afraid it's difficult to save Yan Zhao with you and me.

Meng Kan said in a low voice. Geng Yuanfu did not respond, and Xu Shaoyang's heart, who was giving Yang Yanzhao's pulse, was getting higher and higher. Far away in Fuzhou, they came non-stop when they heard what Guo Huai said. Along the way, he also hoped that Yanzhao's situation was not so bad.

But the situation is very dangerous at present. Yang Yanzhao's life is completely on the line.

"Yu Yu thought that she would go to the west, and she would definitely not be able to come back for a while. Yanzhao's pulse has already declined. If he can't solidify Peiyuan, the consequences will only..."

Geng Yuanfu's voice was a little low, which made Meng Kan and Xu Shaoyang's hearts lift a little. It was true. There was no other way, Yang Yanzhao's life could not be saved.

"Teacher, save the little brother!"

Geng Yuanfu lowered his head without saying a sound. Meng Kan, who had been looking at Yang Yanzhao, suddenly hit his right fist in the heart of his left hand. "This boy suits my temper. He can't die in vain like this. Brother Yuanfu, use 'Chunhui'!"

It is in the morning and the sun, and it is born in the evening.

Chunhui is a secret healing method of Taoism, and it is also one of the few skills banned by Taoism.

Just because it is against the harmony and turns decay into magic, it can be rejuvenated, and even rejuvenates the dying.

But birth, old age, illness and death are the way of nature. Although Chunhui can go against the sky, it will eventually pay a price. That is the life and cultivation of the legal person.

There is a degree of surplus and deficiency, and it is unchanged from time to time.

"Teacher, uncle, let Shaoyang come!"

As a personal disciple of Geng Yuanfu, how could Xu Shaoyang not know the Chunhui skill? So when he heard Meng Kan mention it, he immediately said.

"Shaoyang, 'Chunhui Shu', even if it is the cultivation of me and Zhong Ran, it needs at least two people to show it, so it has been decided to be a teacher, and you don't need to say more."