"The Empress said, "You are knowledgeable and knowledgeable. When you were young, you traveled around the world, so...so you might have some ways to restrain this disease." Ji Mei suddenly looked behind her, and she seemed to hear some sounds, behind the golden mattress.

"What disease does the emperor have?" Zhao Wen'an lowered his voice again.

Ji Mei shivered for a moment, her eyes were a little straight, as if she was trapped in memories, "Long live his life... His body is covered with rice ears, densely packed, from head to toe..."

Zhao Wen'an's body sterned, and his voice suddenly tensed, "Rice ears?"

“Yes, and every 'rice ear' has...it has..."

Ji Mei didn't finish her words, because two figures suddenly rushed out from behind the Taiping Gate, one of which held her up from the left and the other, and one of them even blocked her mouth with a piece of white silk.

"You are so brave. Old Buddha knew you and your master were uneasy, so we were staring at you. Sure enough... Lord Zhao, I'm bothering you. This maid is crazy for some time. Don't believe a word of what she said. We will take her away first."

Before Zhao Wen'an could say a word, the two eunuchs took Ji Mei away, who was humming "Mmm". The two men sandwiched a thin woman in the middle and almost lifted her up. They walked quickly and disappeared after turning around the palace gate in front. Only Zhao Wen'an was standing alone, still in the violent north wind, with his feet like a thousand-pound stone hammer hanging on his feet, and he could not move for a long time.

"Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao... Let's have a meal and find it..."

A few calls came from behind, and Zhao Wen'an realized that his body was already a little numb by the wind. He was stunned, then turned around and walked quickly outside the palace again.

The sedan was still waiting for him outside Donghua Gate. When the butler Zhou Pei saw Zhao Wen'an coming, he hurriedly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and said to him, "Master, it's early today, so let's act as planned?"

Zhao Wen'an nodded, then raised his foot to the sedan chair. Zhou Pei gave instructions to the sedan chairmen, and several people lifted the sedan chair and headed to the north.

***

Qingta Hutong is like a snake, winding in the middle of a courtyard. The road is embedded with bluestone slabs about square foot. Walking on it, the soles of shoes and the bottom of your heart are cold.

The reason why it is called Qingta Hutong is because an octagonal seven-eaves blue brick ancient pagoda standing in the alley. It is said that this pagoda was the burial bone tower of the famous minister Yelu Chucai of the Yuan Dynasty and the eminent monk Wan Song during the Jin and Yuan dynasties. The precise age of the Wan Song Pagoda is no longer verified, but according to inference, it is at least more than five hundred years.

The person Zhao Wen'an was looking for lived in the yard next to the ancient tower. He was a bell cultivator. Although he had never gone abroad to travel abroad, any Western bell could be restored to new ground in his hands, and even resurrected from the dead.

But even so, when he saw the bag of fragments brought by Zhao Wen'an, the old man shook his head, "The core of this clock is cracked, the core of the clock is like our heart. If the heart is broken, will the person die?"

"What if I could find the same Zhongxin? Can you fix it?" Zhao Wen'an's personality has many sides, bright and dark, and it is clearly hidden at a glance, but there is no word "giving up". "If you can guarantee, then even if I travel all over the rivers, lakes and seas, I will find Zhongxin back."

"Sir, if Zhong Xin has changed, the clock is not that clock, just like a person. If his heart has changed, even if he still looks the same, he is no longer the same person."

***

When he walked out of the yard, Zhao Wen'an was still thinking about what Xiu Zhongren said, because in recent months, he had been having a dream repeatedly.

In the dream, Zitong's figure always fluttered in front of him. She was wearing the big blue blue round-necked skirt she wore that day. The skirt and sleeves swayed, and several ripples were shaking. Only then did he realize that she was soaked in the water, as if she was covered by a huge water tank.

But her appearance has not changed. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, looks very similar to Zimai. Since childhood, the two siblings stood together, others would say, what kind of blessing did Lord Zhao cultivate in his previous life? He actually gave birth to such a pair of children carved from jade.

This sentence is not a compliment. Although Zhao Wen'an has heard too many flattering and almost explicit words in his life, he clearly knew that this sentence was a truth from the heart. Zitong and Zimai were obviously children of the Zhao family. Only Zhao Wen'an can have such a pair of children as cute as the angels painted on the zenith of the church.

Among them, Zitong is undoubtedly better, not because of his intelligence, but because of his unique personality.

Zitong is more like him, with ambition and good at using people's hearts, so even though she has been used several times, he is still willing. What's more, she is just trying to get more attention from her father. She no longer has a mother, so it's not an exaggeration to be selfish?

Zimai is different. He has been kind since childhood. Kindness is not a flaw, but kindness and cowardice are often inseparable. Zhao Wen'an can tolerate everything he has, but he can't just tolerate him not strong enough.

When did it start? Three or four years old? In contrast to Zitong, the cowardice of Zimai was increasingly prominent. Later, Zitong disappeared for no reason, but Zimai became even more timid, and even his body became weaker and became sick at any time. The people in the mansion had asked someone to see Zimai. The gentlemen who wrote the spirits said that Zimai was scared to death. Even if he found his soul, it would be difficult to "complete", which means that he fell into the root of the disease from then on and it would be difficult to get better.

At that time, he sneered at this statement. In his life, he had countless blood stains on his hands, and there were innocent and not innocent people, but he had never seen any lonely ghost come to seek revenge. Therefore, he did not believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods.

However, after seeing Zitong frequently in his dreams, his thoughts gradually changed.

It is impossible for him to have such a dream. Although he has thought about something every day and night, although he has never thought of Zitong for a day, he cannot have such a dream, such an absurd dream.

In the dream, although Zitong was still her, she was not her anymore. Her body seemed to live in another soul, a completely unfamiliar and cold soul. The reason for such a dream was entirely due to the great shaman invited by the Queen Mother to pray for blessings. She walked around the ministers for a few times, stood in front of him and said something.

"Mr. Zhao is the chief magistrate of the imperial court. I have nothing to give to you. I will satisfy one of your wishes."
Chapter completed!