Hearing Dugu Jialuo say this, Yang Jian raised his head and looked at Dugu Jialuo gratefully. The light of joy flashed in his eyes was about to burn Dugu Jialuo.

at night.

Seeing that the man who had just taken the medicine was already asleep, Dugu Jialuo sat on the roof of the wooden house in the dark, took out the jade flute and started to blow it quietly.

The sound of the flute is accompanied by the night and the melodious melody is melodious.

The surroundings were very quiet, the bright moon sprinkled the ground white, and the flute made of jasper refracted the light green light to add a taste of no worldly fireworks to the people playing the music. Occasionally, a few fish tails slapped against the water on the pond, accompanied by a few frog croaking.

At the end of the song, Dugu Jialuo looked at the bright moon and was a little confused. She thought that when she was an ordinary jade flute a hundred years ago, the master always brought him by her side. Dugu Jialuo accompanied the master to travel around the world, going to every different place, listening to every common person telling his own stories.

Most of the stories in Dugu Jialuo's memory are the common people complaining about the world with grief and anger, and rarely hear about the past that the nobles have to look back on. Dugu Jialuo's master is a great good man, and the places he passes through are regarded as a saint by the local people. The sufferings among the people have been experienced a lot, so Dugu Jialuo naturally has a little more compassion for the poor.

Every time Dugu Jialuo would travel to a place to help the poor in the local area. The master once told her that if she insisted on doing this and practiced more, Dugu Jialuo would become an immortal soon. This sounded absurd in the past, but her nearly a hundred years of persistence and increasing magic power made her believe in it.

Looking at the bright moon surrounded by stars in the night sky, it seemed that a handsome face appeared from the white moon.

Why did he have to go back to Chang'an in such a hurry?

Perhaps it is to regain the country? But to regain the lost country, it is a taboo to be too hasty, not to mention that he is seriously injured, but whether he can seize power or not? If he is allowed to leave during the day, whether he has the life to return to Chang'an will have to be questioned.

Thinking of Yang Jian's serious expression when he told him to tell him the way back to Chang'an, although Dugu Jialuo did not express any emotions on the surface, his heart was unconsciously filled with slight waves. For a person who was once powerful, what exactly made him feel so obsessed? Thinking of him, Dugu Jialuo unconsciously covered his heart and his thoughts drifted away.

The fireflies brought a faint light, lingering around Dugu Jialuo, and kissed Dugu Jialuo's cheeks intimately from time to time. The wind at night was a little cool, but Dugu Jialuo could not feel the lonely coldness.

It was originally a cold object. After hundreds of years of practice, it was only possible to achieve the ability to turn into human nature. However, even though I did not need sleep over the years, Dugu Jialuo still stubbornly lived like an ordinary human. It seemed that sleepless night like tonight seemed to have transcended her hundred years of loneliness.

A light green light appeared, and Dugu Jialuo instantly returned to the wooden house. With the moonlight coming through the paper window, Dugu Jialuo approached Yang Jian who was already asleep, and his frown declared Yang Jian's uneasy sleep. Dugu Jialuo bent down and slowly approached Yang Jian's thin lips without any blood. His lips opened slightly, revealing a trace of vague gas that was unconsciously absorbed by Yang Jian who was asleep.

The frown brows stretched out.

The next day, Yang Jian woke up from a nightmare, opened his eyes and was still in the strange wooden house.

It seemed that there was something different. Yang Jian raised his hand and looked around, blinked his eyes, and got up. Without the pain that should have followed, what happened?

Only then did Yang Jian realize that there was a new set of clothes next to the stone-collapsed pillow that he had just lying on.

"Oh, you're awake." Dugu Jialuo pushed open the door and came in, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, filled with unknown herbs.

"I'm..." Yang Jian looked at Dugu Jialuo in disbelief, then turned to confirm whether he still had the pain of being ignored. He was so dead yesterday that he could get out of bed and walk today?!

Looking at Yang Jian's face full of surprise, Dugu Jialuo smiled, "Are you curious about why yesterday's injury healed overnight? That's just your illusion. I used acupuncture to temporarily delay your pain, and the effectiveness of the herbs accelerated the healing of your skin trauma.

Don’t be surprised. I have learned some medical skills with the old man in my hometown.” As he said that, Dugu Jialuo held a pot of clay medicine from the edge of the stove, poured a bowl of boiled medicine, and placed it on the table. “This bowl of medicine is colorless and tasteless, and can make people have subtle changes in facial features in a short period of time. I think I will return to Chang'an City later. The emperor doesn’t want to be recognized by others, right?!”

The last sentence changed Yang Jian's expression. He wanted to speak up for himself, but he couldn't say a word. He just smiled awkwardly, "After you finish the medicine, change into the new clothes prepared for you, and then we set off."

After saying that, Dugu Jialuo put the bamboo basket in his hand, walked out of the wooden house, and brought it to the door.

Yang Jian walked to the wooden table, picked up the medicine and smelled it. It really didn't smell any. The color of the medicine was also light. There were a few pieces of herbal residue floating on it. Yang Jian was considering whether to drink it. After hesitating, he finished the medicine.

After changing his clothes and tidying up his face, Yang Jian walked out of the wooden house.

When Dugu Jialuo, who was waiting outside, turned around when he heard the sound, he felt that the sun was a little dazzling when he saw Yang Jian.

White clothes are better than snow and elegant.

These eight words remained in Dugu Jialuo's mind.

"Miss Gala." Yang Jian's faint cry brought Dugu Gala back to reality.

"Call me Dugu Jialuo, Young Master Xiao. Let's go, the carriage is ready."

The carriage was bumpy all the way, and Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo were sitting in the carriage and occasionally chatting without a word, but they were more silent and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Yang Jian lifted the curtain several times to see what was going on outside the carriage, but there was nothing else that caught his eye except for the backward green trees, which made Yang Jian feel like a carriage was running around in circles.

"Does anyone who is an emperor and a high-ranking official enjoy it?" Dugu Jialuo suddenly asked.

Yang Jian turned his head inexplicably, and couldn't help laughing after facing Dugu Jialuo's serious eyes, "What does it mean? The greater the power, the more tired it is." This is the first time Yang Jian has smiled in the past two days. He looks really good when he smiles, Dugu Jialuo thought.

"Since you are tired, why are there so many people competing to be emperors? Why are there wars? Aren't people keen on enjoying? How many ordinary people are displaced due to wars, and their families are destroyed. Don't you, those in power, know the sufferings of the people?" Dugu Jialuo recalled the days when he traveled with his master to see all the world.

"What are the sufferings of the people? When I was still in power, there were no disaster relief silver distributed every year during drought and floods?" Yang Jian replied.

"How do you know that the disaster relief silver is really distributed to the victims? Do you guarantee that no one of the officials below is corrupt? How have you ever understood the real suffering of the people?" Thinking of the thin faces of those simple people, Dugu Jialuo became a little aggressive.

"I..." Yang Jian was speechless when asked, so he had to surrender and sighed, "Yes! I have never been a good emperor..."

"Hmm?" Dugu Jialuo raised his eyebrows and refused to comment.

There was a long silence again, leaving only the sound of the carriage bumping on the road.

"If..." Yang Jian wanted to say something else.

"Arrival. Get off the bus." Dugu Jialuo interrupted without hesitation.

“…”

Chang'an, a city that had just suffered from war, has returned to its dull and noisy appearance in just a few days, and there is no trauma left by the previous war. Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo entered the city, and Dugu Jialuo turned his head to look at Yang Jian with a strange expression.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Jian was uncomfortable being stared at by Dugu Jialuo and frowned.

"No." Dugu Jialuo shook his head and looked away.

Passing by a stall selling bronze mirrors, Yang Jian glanced inadvertently, and then let out a strange cry to attract the pedestrians to look at each other.

There was a large black mark on Yang Jian's right face in the bronze mirror, which was extremely ugly.

"What's the point of making a fuss about? This is the effect of the medicine." Dugu Jialuo curled his lips.

"You...!" Yang Jian stroked his face nervously. This was different from what he had promised. He clearly said that his facial features would change, and no one would tell him that he would become such an ugly monster! If he had known that it would become like this, wouldn't it be possible that a single touch of coal would have the same effect!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Just as I was about to vent my dissatisfaction, a man wearing an official uniform rode a fast horse and spread the entire broad road in the noisy and messy market. Dugu Jialuo and Yang Jian were also squeezed aside by the crowd, and the two of them were not sure.

The two looked at each other, "Hey, this big brother." Yang Jian grabbed a commoner next to him and pointed to the empty street, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of officers and soldiers came, blocking the people on both sides to prevent too many people from behind and constantly pushing forward.

"Don't you know?" The man who was grabbed by Yang Jian turned his head and fell on Dugu Jialuo at first sight.

The words suddenly disappeared. Following the man's eyes, Yang Jian shouted again dissatisfiedly, "Hey! What's wrong with this?"

"Ah? Oh! Hi! You came from the hometown of Gongzi? Didn't you change the dynasty a few days ago? Now, the new emperor is going to travel! I'm optimistic!" The man explained to Yang Jian, but his eyes kept glancing at Dugu Jialuo.

Dugu Jialuo couldn't stand it anymore and turned his head to look at the man. A cold light flashed, and the man shivered and was so scared that he peed his pants.

New Emperor travel?

Yang Jian obviously did not notice the strangeness around him and frowned and pondered.

"Young Master Xiao! The crowds are so crowded that we can't see clearly. We retreat to the alley behind, maybe we can see clearly." Dugu Jialuo pulled Yang Jian backwards against the crowded crowd.
Chapter completed!