C609 Origin

The maid hurried to serve Zhang Jingxuan for breakfast, and the servants quickly packed their things. After sprinkling the water in the room and cleaning it up, each and every one of them bowed their heads and left. Only one old man and two young maidservants were left in the room to serve him. This somewhat remote courtyard might be the first time such an important person had come. The servants were more or less a little nervous.

Not long after, the subtle sound of footsteps entered Zhang Jingxuan's ears. He felt that the footsteps of the person in front of him were light, and the sound of his footsteps sounded somewhat familiar.

The door opened, and the person who walked in first was not a stranger. It was Muyan Wenying again, but on this day, she had already changed into a female outfit. She had a tall figure and wore a pink tight outfit. It made her look more heroic than when she was wearing a male outfit yesterday.

Zhang Jingxuan wanted to tease her, but seeing the unusual expression on her face today, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Sure enough, behind her, another group of people entered in a row. And this group of people surrounded and protected a middle-aged noble woman. Her face was fair, and her features were delicate and pretty. If it wasn't for the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she looked as if she was only a few years older than Muyan Wenying. She entered the room and Murong Lingyun followed closely behind her. Behind her was an old eunuch with a gloomy face and swollen eyes. He was alone at the back.

Looking at the extravagance and Muyan Wenying's current appearance, Zhang Jingxuan could roughly guess who it was. However, he was also puzzled in his heart. This should be the widow of the Qing's Abahai. The mother of Fu Lin, who was about to ascend to the throne, was the most powerful woman in the outside world. Consort Zhuang. But why did the Qing come here? On the contrary, Fu Lin had disappeared from the palace ever since he returned.

Some people seemed to be born to not allow time to leave too many traces on their faces and bodies. Consort Zhuang was one of the best among them. Her voice was soft and gentle, but it was filled with a kind of strength that made people want to continue listening to her. It was best not to stop. Zhang Jingxuan felt that Muyan Wenying and Murong Lingyun had a faint shadow of her on their bodies. Consort Zhuang did not sit for long and did not say anything substantial. She only politely and politely asked about his injuries, just like how a parent would receive a child's friend. So when she left with everyone, Zhang Jingxuan still thought about it freely. What exactly was the purpose of her trip here? It was a pity that he couldn't figure it out even if he had a headache.

In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed. In these few days, the people Zhang Jingxuan had met... Most of them were Imperial Physicians. They came and went, one after another. Each of them gave different conclusions. Sometimes, the old medical teachers would start arguing in the courtyard. Zhang Jingxuan, in the spirit of three stinky craftsmen, would just let them take the pulse and develop the prescription. Then, most of them would be poured into his stomach. Unfortunately, no matter how hard it was, no matter how awful the medicine was, the effects were minimal. He was still the same, his injuries would not worsen. Yet, he refused to get better.

Other than the Imperial Physician, the ones who came here the most were Muyan Wenying and Murong Lingyun, this pair of little sisters. Si Shuiliu might have other tasks as the Great Shaman in the Palace. After meeting for the first time, she never came again. Fortunately, with these two sisters accompanying him and talking, it brought a touch of light to Zhang Jingxuan's difficult days.

These two sisters did not have any blood relation with Consort Zhuang and Fu Lin. Muyan Wenying, Dongfang Wenying, was sent to Shengjing by Dongfang Lie and handed over to Consort Zhuang to raise her. This might also represent a kind of trust.

As for Murong Lingyun's situation, it was a little more complicated. It was said that her mother was Consort Zhuang's good friend, and her father was a Han who had attempted to assassinate Abahai. No one knew his name, and even her mother did not tell Murong Lingyun. In short, Murong Lingyun's father and mother were like snowflakes in the Changbai Mountains and lone eagles in the Wild Goose Mountain. No matter what, they would not be able to touch each other. However, the world just happened to be so wonderful. These two not only fell in love, but also had a little Murong Lingyun. Later on, the Han people's whereabouts were exposed, and they were chased by many experts of the Qing Court. If he was alone, he would not be afraid, but he would bring his wife and daughter along. It would be very difficult for him to resist. At this moment, Consort Zhuang had accepted their two or three-year-old daughter. That Han person had brought his wife back to the south.

Consort Zhuang originally thought that after that Han person settled down his wife, he would come back to pick up his daughter. However, she did not know if there were any other unforeseen events that happened after that. In short, it was as if a stone had sunk into the ocean, and there was no news from then on.

There was a bit of sadness in Murong Lingyun's life, but this did not stop her from forming an extremely happy character. Because of her laughter that was like a copper bell since young, there was a lot more vitality in the palace. She hurriedly ignored Abahai, who was her own son, and also hugged her a few times for the first time since she was a child.

Letian returned to Letian, but there were always times when little girls were sad. Thus, two little girls of the same age and same sickness naturally became best friends.

After knowing the origins of the two of them, Zhang Jingxuan also sighed with emotion. And more or less felt ashamed that he had planned to use them from the beginning. However, the most urgent thing in front of him was... It was still his injuries. Sometimes, he hated Ye Wangyun so much that his teeth itched.

From their mouths, Zhang Jingxuan had a certain understanding of the young Great Shaman Si Shuiliu. She had only been here for about two years. Speaking of which, she was the junior of the previous Great Shaman. She had been sent by her master to seek refuge with her senior uncle. Later on, the former Great Shaman's physician was unable to treat himself or was summoned by the heavens. Si Shuiliu naturally became the new Great Shaman. As a result, more than half of her life was surrounded by various rituals, ancient books, and various medicinal herbs. Sometimes, she even needed to lock herself up in her room for a whole month to communicate with heaven and earth. She needed to communicate with ghosts and gods.

The reason she disappeared this time, according to Murong Lingyun, was also because she was entrusted by Fu Lin. She was in seclusion negotiating with the ghosts and gods to take out an ultimate prescription. She wanted to cure the injuries and illnesses on Zhang Jingxuan in one go. Of course, there was a reason why she was so nervous. On the one hand, it was because of Fu Lin's decree. On the other hand, because of the status of Shaman Cult, she had received a serious challenge.

This challenge came from a lama. Religion often taught people to be kind, but religion wars and religious struggles... Since ancient times, there had been no lack of cruel scenes. Now, this competition was no longer about personal honor and honor. It was a contest between two religions, the loser. It was very likely to be beyond redemption.