The last bit of sunset halo fell in the distant sky, Qingxiu suddenly stopped, and so did Lu Qingzhu.

The gentle smile on the boy's face faded quickly like the sunset, returning to his usual indifference and arrogantness.

"Turn around." He said coldly.

Lu Qingzhu turned around obediently, her eyes dimly and became dull and confused.

"Do you know how to cook medicine?" asked the boy.

Lu Qingzhu nodded silently.

"Then come with me."

The vine rope of the medicine basket fell from Lu Qingzhu's shoulder. She didn't reach out to adjust, so the heavy and large medicine basket quickly slid down her back.

Herbs were scattered all over the ground, bamboo baskets rolled along the slope, and finally came out of the cliff.

Lu Qingzhu seemed to have not noticed everything. Her mouth opened slightly and followed Qing Xiu with a dull expression.

They quickly left the mountain road and walked deeper into the dense forest.

...

At night, deep in Daizong Mountain, Liulang went up the mountain road alone and finally stopped in front of a hidden hut.

Qing Xiu stood outside the door and had been waiting for a long time.

"Why did it come so late?" Qing Xiu raised his eyebrows, "Didn't he agree to meet here in the evening?"

Liulang didn't look at him, but just whispered, "Something has been delayed, Mr. He is inside?"

"Yeah." Qing Xiu frowned and looked disgusted. "Mr. Xia asked me to bring him medicine. I spent so much effort to find someone to cook it for him, but the old man refused to drink it - do you advise me?"

"Why don't you drink?"

"How could I know? The old men in the world hate it, they are stubborn." Qing Xiu spat at the door, "If the gentleman didn't allow me to touch him, I would just pour the medicine in, so why would there be so many things?"

Liulang sighed softly, "I understand."

Qing Xiu turned around and was about to leave, and Liulang called him again.

"What are you doing?" Qing Xiu turned around angrily.

"Two things." Liulang replied, "First, when you go back this time, you will tell me for me that Feng Wulang has taken me to the underground palace of the Ping Yao Office. Now I haven't used the method I gave to me before, but I may not need it in the future."

"Yeah." Qing Xiu nodded, "There's more."

"Second, before you leave, go and heat up the medicine and bring it back."

Liulang said, pushing the door and entering the room. Qing Xiu originally wanted to retaliate, but remembered that Xia Ying had asked him not to speak in front of He Kui, and forced himself to hold back his anger.

The hut was very warm, and a brazier for heating was lit in the middle of the room. He Kui knelt alone in front of the window and read to the moon.

He was also wearing a single summer clothes, and the snowy night wind poured into his sleeves from the window, and He Kui seemed to feel nothing.

The house was silent. After Qingxiu left, only the sound of flames burning came from the charcoal basin from time to time.

"Mr. He." Liulang took off the bag behind him, "I brought you some clothes and snacks."

He Kui did not look back, and the book on his fingertips turned another page.

"Mr. He." Liulang shouted again.

He Kui then looked up.

Liulang stepped forward and closed the window. He rubbed his hands and turned around and said, "Aren't you cold? It's so late, what are you watching here?"

He Kui covered his mouth and nose with one hand and suddenly coughed heavily.

The originally withered and pale face quickly turned red. Every cough and asthma of his body seemed to vomit his heart and lungs out of his throat, and even breathed with a clear sound.

Liulang quickly stepped forward and stroked He Kui's back.

It took a long time before He Kui calmed down. His already thin body had already revealed the weakness and haggardness of the dying man. Only those eyes were still bright. He closed the book and handed it to Liulang.

Liulang took it and flipped it over, and after reading a few pages, he couldn't help but look up.

"Is this the piano score that Miaowei left for Wei Xingzhen? I seem to have read a few clips in the manifesto in Sitiantai..."

He Kui nodded.

Liulang was stunned, "...How could this thing be with Mr. He?"

He Kui picked up the paper and pen next to him and wrote it in his hand.

Taking advantage of this gap, Liulang had already taken off his outer robe and sat down opposite He Kui.

After a while, He Kui handed over the paper.

Liulang immediately locked his eyebrows when he saw it, "You met Yin Shiyun some time ago? Does he know you live here now?"

He Kui shook his head.

Liulang immediately asked about many details. It turned out that He Kui went out to collect folk songs on a snowy night a few days ago and heard the sound of a piano in the mountain stream. At that time, Yin Shiyun was trying to play the subtle song, but there were several twists and turns that he was still inappropriate.

The two met because of this.

After hearing this, Liulang was really nervous for a while, but then he thought about it and felt a little relieved.

I think Lin Anmin died in a foreign land, and Yin Shiyun should have lamented and pityed He Kui, otherwise why had he never mentioned He Kui's still in Daizong Mountain to Sun Youwei for such a long time, and even gave such an important thing?

Furthermore, giving the piano score in Duyou's zither to He Kui is also considered a return to the original owner in another sense. For Lord Yin, it is always better to hand it over to Wei Xingzhen.

But no matter what, people have learned about He Kui’s incident in Daizong Mountain.

Liulang thought of Ji Ran and Xiao Qi again, and felt that there were more and more variables at the moment, which made people feel uneasy.

He Kui handed over another piece of paper.

"Mr. Xiaying, can you be happy lately?"

Liulang lowered his eyes and shook his head, "I have always been in correspondence with my husband, and I haven't seen him for a long time... But Mr. He has always been safe in his work, so nothing should bother him."

"I have seen many mountain people paying homage to him in the mountains and forests these days," He Kui wrote.

Liulang laughed - Mei Shier's identity has always been loud among the people, so after his identity was exposed, the palace did not even announce the news that Mei Shier was Xiaying, but said that he suddenly encountered a violent illness and unfortunately died.

"I just don't understand very much-"

He Kui continued to write.

"——Why would someone like Qingxiu beside him?"

Liulang was still thinking about how to answer, but he heard Qing Xiu's screams and scolding from the kitchen, as if he was scolding the medicine cooker he brought back today.

He Kui frowned.

"It's not that Mr. Xia wants to stay," Liulang said softly, "There was a waiter next to Mr. Kuang Lu, do you still remember?"

He Kui nodded.

"Old Kuang was originally a puppet master, and Qing Xiu was the name of his grandson. Because of the epidemic, the child died when he was eleven or twelve years old. The old man felt sad, so he forced his grandson's spiritual consciousness to leave him in the world, and when he signed the contract, he was exploited by the evil spirit nearby who was about to advance.

"With Qing Xiu's spiritual sense and Mr. Kuang's spell, the demon evil could almost be promoted from "ling" to "demon". Fortunately, the gentleman passed by and killed the evil spirit and saved Mr. Kuang and Mr. Kuang and Mr. Kuang, but that wisp of spiritual sense was still eroded and could not come back - the Qing Xiu you see now.

"In addition, the first person Qing Xiu saw after opening his eyes was Mr. Xia, so now he doesn't listen to anyone except Mr.
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