Chapter 176

Seeing Qing Jiu's wrinkled face, Song Lin was immediately flustered and asked, "Xiao Chu, what's the matter?"

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, avoiding Qing Jiu's eyes, he took out a small box from his sleeve with a black pill in it. He handed the pill to Song Lin, "Qing Jiu just woke up, and his vitality was damaged. After eating this, he would have a good sleep and recover."

Song Lin nodded and put the pill into Qing Jiu's mouth; Before Qing Jiu had time to respond, the pill ran directly into her throat like a long foot.

"Dad, I..." before he finished speaking, Qing Jiu felt dark in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

The next morning.

Qing Jiu slowly opened her eyes and looked around. This is the room she had been living in. Why didn't she come back for a long time.

"Miss!" The maid Fangyu came in with the water basin. When she saw Qingjiu sitting on the bed, she quickly put the basin aside and ran to the bed. She knelt down and began to cry.

Qing Jiu was startled by her and reached out to touch her face. Apart from losing a little weight, there was nothing strange about it. The little girl was crying. People who didn't know thought she was dead.

"Stop! Miss Ben is not dead yet! Put away your tears and wait on me to wash. " Qing Jiu rolled his eyes, lifted the quilt and moved his legs to find that something was wrong. How could this leg not work?

Fangyu sees Qingjiu's doubts and stands up quickly to help Qingjiu massage.

"Miss, you've been lying for nearly half a year. This leg is a little stiff. I'll help you to beat it and squeeze it. It'll be fine in a moment." Fangyu said softly that she had been waiting on Qingjiu since she was a child. She was used to losing her temper. However, when she woke up this time, she always felt that she was a little different.

"Fangyu, how is everything at home during my sleepiness? Besides, what does my father say about my fourth uncle, that man is my fourth uncle? " Qing Jiu recalled the man and thought about his own father. Is this really the brother of a mother?

"Miss Hui, everything is well at home. The master has been worried about your health. Later, the fourth master came back and said that it was up to you. When you woke up yesterday, the fourth master was in the room. Since the fourth master came back, the servant girls in the house and the ladies in the town have suffered from Acacia! " Fangyu is still the temperament of the past, and says something at once.

Qing Jiu nodded slightly. Her black grape eyes turned a few times. When she saw him yesterday, she only looked at his peach blossom eyes and forgot to look at his face.

"Wash your face, miss." Fangyu washed the white handkerchief, then gently helped Qing Jiu clean her face, and then served her to gargle, and then began to help her make up.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Qing Jiu sighed. Sure enough, she had been lying for nearly half a year. She was as pale and lifeless as a frost eggplant.

"Help me make my face look better, and find out the pink dress later." Qing nine low voice orders a way, the right hand turns over at will looking at the jewelry in the dresser drawer.

Fangyu combed her hair and nodded blankly. She turned to the wardrobe and took out the pink dress which was pressed at the bottom. She remembered that Miss used to like white, and she didn't like rouge.

Qing Jiu put those hairpins on her head, and no matter how big her mouth was, she said, "let people send more colorful clothes, more pink."

"Yes." Fang Yu put her clothes aside, went to Qing Jiu's back, picked up a box of rouge and daubed it on her face gently. She only wondered how the young lady had changed so much.

After half an hour, Qing Jiu looked at herself in the mirror and nodded reluctantly. She stood up and was ready to have breakfast.

Qing Jiu just stepped out a foot and heard the door of the room beside her open. She subconsciously raised her eyes to see it. She just glanced at it at random and couldn't move her eyes any more.

Qing Jiu has seen a lot of talented young people, and she has seen a lot of beautiful men's picture books, but this man is more beautiful than all the beautiful men she has ever seen, especially the peach blossom eyes.

amorous eyes? Qing Jiu frowned and stepped out the other foot. With inquiring eyes, he looked at the man who was only a few steps away.

The man perceives the burning sight of Qing Jiu, turns around and looks directly at her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Fourth master." Fangyu saluted respectfully.

Qing Jiu came back, heard Fang Yu's voice, and then looked at him in surprise. Is this his fourth uncle? This is the early Song Dynasty?

"Little girl, I don't know how to cry when I see my fourth uncle?" His voice was cold and mellow, like a breeze in the hot summer, which made her feel comfortable.

"Fourth uncle." Qing nine obediently called a, take back the line of sight, low head, don't know what to say.

"Let's go and have breakfast." At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Qing Jiu walked in front of him with long legs. A gust of wind came, bringing a faint smell of sandalwood.

Qing Jiu raised her eyes and looked at the figure in front of her. The sandalwood was the smell of the early Song Dynasty. It was appropriate to see that he was dressed in white and refined.

After breakfast, Song Lin went to the shop and was busy. He had been guarding Qing Jiu for several months. He had not taken care of his business for a long time and had accumulated a lot of things.

Qing nine see Song Lin left, want to quickly slip out, this lay for a few months, did not go out to play.

Just as she slipped into the back door, she was stopped by the early Song Dynasty.

"Come back, I'll feel your pulse." At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, his right hand was behind him, standing not far away, looking at her faintly.

Qing Jiu, with his mouth in his mouth, turned around in desperation and followed him reluctantly in the early Song Dynasty. As he sat on the stool, he handed him his wrist.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he put two fingers on her wrist, closed his eyes and carefully identified her pulse.

Qing Jiu stares at his hand in a daze. His fingers are long and white, but there are several shallow scars on the back of his hand. Is it because he left the Song family these years and suffered? She met this fourth uncle when she was a child, but she had long forgotten how he looked. Later, her father told her how great and talented he was.

"You're all right." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he took back his hand, put his right hand on his knee, and looked up at Qing Jiu. His deep eyes were like a whirlpool, and he would fall at a glance.

However, Qing Jiu felt that her fourth uncle's eyes were more like looking at someone through her.

Use her as a stand in? Because of this idea, Qing Jiu got up, threw down "I went out to play" and hurried to the back door.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he sat on the stool and watched Qing Jiu's figure disappear at the corner. Then he drew back his eyes and raised his hand to look at the Sandalwood Hand string on his left wrist. There was a touch of pink on it. He put the Peach Blossom Jade on it.

"The doom has passed. In the future, I will protect you. You will never suffer again." He murmured, his eyes becoming more tender.

in the street.

Qing Jiu walked in the bustling crowd and couldn't help stretching. She took a few breaths. If she didn't come out for a walk, she would get moldy.

"Hello

Qing Jiuzheng is going to buy ice sugar gourd, but is patted on the shoulder, is ready to see who swept her interest, but after seeing that person, grin.

"Wenping, I haven't seen you for months. You are more and more handsome." Qing Jiu patted Wen Ping on the shoulder.

Wen Ping has grown up with her since she was a child. He can't do anything like poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is a gentle childe. He has a general relationship with other CHILDES, but he has a good relationship with Qing Jiu, a little girl who only likes making trouble.

"I wanted to see you, but your father said that you need to rest, so I didn't disturb you." Wen Ping said apologetically and lowered his head reproachfully.

"Nothing! Isn't that good for me? If you really feel guilty, you can go to the opera garden with me and have dinner later. What do you think? " Qing Jiu points to the opera garden not far away and says.

Wen Ping nodded, took the folding fan in his hand and went to the opera garden with Qing Jiu.

Qingjiu and Wenping find a seat on the second floor, listening to the following play and chatting.

Wen Ping knew that Qing Jiu had been ill for a long time, so he told many things that had happened in the town in recent months.

Qing Jiu naturally lacks interest in those things, but it's not easy to refute his face, so he has to nod his head in response, and his thoughts have long been lost.

After a while, Wen Ping also noticed that Qing Jiu was distracted. He sipped his mouth and thought about it. Suddenly, he said to Qing Jiu, "there's another thing related to your family. You should be a little interested?"

Hearing this, Qing Jiuyi immediately regained his mind and stared at Wen Ping, hoping to hear what it was.

"Isn't your fourth uncle back? All the right ladies in this town want to marry your fourth uncle. I heard last night that your father seems to have a good impression on Miss Ling. Maybe he will let your fourth uncle marry her. " Wen Ping said in a low voice, looking more serious than just now.

Qing Jiu frowned and thought for a long time, but she didn't know who the Miss Ling was. However, she was a little surprised to think of the appearance of her fourth uncle and the fact that he didn't get married.

Fourth uncle should be nearly 30 years old this year, right? He is so excellent but has no wife, either his body is not good, or he is a broken sleeve!

"Qing Jiu, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that her face was a little strange, Wen Ping asked curiously.

"My fourth uncle will not marry her." Qing nine blurted out, after realizing what he said, quickly shut up.

How can she say such words? She doesn't know anything about the fourth uncle.

But she just seems to know.

"Why? Miss Ling is my distant cousin. She's one of the best talented women in the world. " Wen Ping is a little displeased. He holds injustice for his cousin.

"I, I'm free to say it." Qing Jiu quickly waved his hand and explained, turning his head to one side and pretending to be watching the play.

"Pinger, here you are."

Women's voice is crisp and soft. Girls like Qing Jiu have a feeling that their hearts are going to melt.

Qing Jiu couldn't help looking up. A woman of her age came to her. She was dressed in white and had only a hairpin on her head. She didn't have any powder on her face, but her lips were red and teeth were white. She was very similar to her fourth uncle's temperament.

"Cousin, I just talked about you! This is Qing Jiu, the daughter of master song. She was her fourth uncle in the early Song Dynasty. " Wen Ping winked at her. He knew that his cousin liked the early Song Dynasty. At this time, he left a good impression on Qing Jiu, and it was convenient for him to enter the Song family in the future.

"It's Miss Song. I'm ling Xiaoyun, pinger's cousin." When Ling Xiaoyun heard about the relationship between this man and the early Song Dynasty, he flashed a shrewd in his eyes, deepened his smile, and his tone was obviously warm.

Qing Jiu nodded slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.