Chapter 182

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he was in a state of unconsciousness. He could only vaguely see a woman in front of him, but he could not see who she was.

Ling Xiaoyun, wearing a fan's dress, walks up to the early Song Dynasty and raises his hand to touch his face slowly.

The woman's hand with a touch of cool, as if opened a gap, let the early Song Dynasty on the body of dryness eased a bit, he subconsciously grasped her hand, pulled people into his arms, buried his head in her neck, forced to breathe a few breath.

This kind of feeling is very comfortable, but... At the beginning of Song Dynasty, I frown slightly. It's not the taste of Qing Jiu, it's the taste of other women.

Ling Xiaoyun didn't think that the early Song Dynasty was so enthusiastic after taking the medicine, so he put down his reserve and looked at the thin lips slightly opened at the beginning of the Song Dynasty and was about to kiss them.

"Get out of here!" At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Ling Xiaoyun was pushed away and stood up with his hands on the table. He was about to walk outside the door.

"Fourth master, let me help you. If you don't understand the poison, you will die!" Ling Xiaoyun got up from the ground and held his waist behind him.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, his breath became heavier and heavier. With the last sense, he took away Ling Xiaoyun's hand and ran out of the door to the stables in the backyard.

He would rather die than do that with other women.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he raised his hand and bit his wrist hard. He didn't let go until he bit his wrist and bled. With the blood flowing out, his consciousness gradually recovered.

He took out the white horse, climbed up, and left the song house through the back door.

Temples outside the city.

Qingjiu and Fangyu follow the monks in the temple to do everything well, and then they are ready to leave in the carriage. Unexpectedly, the monk said that it is good for them to ask Qingjiu to stay and copy a passage.

For the sake of the temple's strong fragrance, she thought it was better not to disobey the gods, so she readily agreed.

The monk prepared a room for Qingjiu and Fangyu. Let Qingjiu copy here.

When the monk left, Qing Jiu sat at the table and flipped through the scriptures on the table. There were more than 20 pages to copy.

"How do I feel like this is a trap? I haven't heard of people who come to the temple to write scriptures. Don't they think it's not polite to leave two girls in the temple? What do you think, Fangyu? " Qing Jiu looked around the room. It looked like a place for monks to write scriptures. It looked like a place for pilgrims.

"Miss, I don't know if I should tell you something." Fang Yu is grinding ink hand stopped, looking at Qing Jiu.

"He said Qing nine heart suddenly a flustered, nervously look to Fang Yu.

"Before I left this morning, I saw Miss Ling go into the kitchen and put something into the food." Fangyu said in a low voice that she shouldn't have talked about the behavior of the masters without permission, but this matter has been choked in her heart, which is really uncomfortable.

"Put something in? What's in it? She and our family have no grievances or grudges. Naturally, it won't be poison. Besides, with her mind towards my fourth uncle, she also... "As soon as Qing Jiu's face changed, she stood up and began to walk outside.

"Miss, what are you doing? This scripture hasn't been copied yet!" Fangyu is frightened by Qing Jiu's action, and quickly reaches out to hold Qing Jiu's arm.

"There must be something wrong with fourth uncle now. I must go back!" Qing Jiu broke Fangyu's hand and walked towards the door.

"Miss, there's a God in three feet, you..." Fangyu always believed in god Buddha. Now she's in the temple again, so she dare not be disrespectful.

"If the gods know what I'm thinking, they will forgive me. Stop talking nonsense and follow me!" Qing Jiu said harshly. With anger, he opened the door, only to find two monks standing at the door.

"Miss Song, master Song told us to take good care of you." The two monks said with one voice, blocking Qing Jiu's way without expression.

Her father was involved? It seems that Ling Xiaoyun's ability is really unusual, which puzzles her father so quickly.

Qing Jiu squinted, staring at the bare hair of the two monks. Fang Yu stood behind her, trembling slightly.

Since this is a temple, she doesn't believe she can't get out.

Qing nine sneers, raises both hands to put on own belt, slowly solves.

"It seems that you are not in a Buddhist pure place. It's insulting to the face of practitioners to collude with others to do such dirty business. Then you don't mind if I take off my clothes here, do you?" Qing Jiu threw his belt aside and put his left hand on the lapel. As long as he pulled it, he would show the skin inside.

As soon as the monk saw this, he immediately gave way, closed his eyes and recited the Scriptures that Qing Jiu did not understand.

Fangyu was stunned at the back. She only felt that the young lady had a way to deal with this situation.

Qing Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and Xingqing met a real monk. If not, he would be innocent.

"Fangyu, let's go!" Qing Jiu quickly steps toward the gate of the temple. Fangyu answers quickly. She Stoops to pick up the belt Qingjiu threw on the ground and trots behind her.

Out of the door, they got into the carriage.

"Miss, shall we go home?" Fangyu hands the belt to Qingjiu.

"When you get to the gate of the city, you take a carriage to eat in juxianlou, and then go back to the mansion in the evening. This is silver. As for me, I have something to do, you don't have to know. After you go back to my house, you quietly enter my room and pretend to be me as before. If my father doesn't go to see me, you will sleep at ease. If he goes, you can deal with it as usual. " Qing nine speak very fast, while looking at the car, while command road.

"Then..."

"You don't have to worry. Is there anything rare in the world that can get me? Don't worry. I'll protect you when something goes wrong. " Qing Jiu tied his belt around his waist. Seeing that he was almost at the gate of the city, he ordered the driver to stop and gave him several Liang silver to keep his mouth shut.

After getting off the car, Qing Jiu almost ran into the peach blossom forest with the fastest speed in his life and came to the wooden house.

Because there was a strong feeling in her heart that her fourth uncle was here.

Sure enough, she stopped to catch her breath and saw a fresh horseshoe mark at the door, but the horse was missing.

Qing Jiu opened the door, took a breath, and found that there was a faint smell of blood in the air!

"Fourth uncle!" Qing Jiu runs into the inner room and sees song Chu lying on the bed, pale, with his right wrist hanging to one side. His wrist seems to be cut and bloody. Fortunately, the blood has coagulated and won't continue to flow out, but the pool of blood on the ground still makes Qing Jiu's heart pull hard.

"Fourth uncle." Qing Jiu knelt by the bed, reached out to explore the breath of the early Song Dynasty, and touched his neck to make sure that he was still alive.

Qing nine eyes slightly red, get up to play a basin of water, help him to clean the wrist wound, and then rummage, just know the medicine and gauze, help him bandage up.

In the early Song Dynasty, his eyes were still closed and he didn't wake up, but there was a trace of blood on his face.

Qing Jiu stared at his face for a while, bit his lip, turned and walked out of the door to the kitchen.

There is nothing fresh in the kitchen, just some rice and beans.

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. What's more, I can't cook? It seems that we can only cook some rice soup. " Qing Jiu nodded, poured the rice into the bowl, washed it several times, and then poured it into the pot.

As for making a fire, Qing Jiu was even less good at it, but the early Song Dynasty, who wanted to get up and lie down, also knew that he had done it.

Half an hour later, before Qing Jiu almost smoked himself to death, the fire finally started.

She looked contentedly at the fire in the stove, covered the pot, and turned back to the room.

"Fourth uncle?" Qing Jiu sat by the bed and whispered to him.

"Qing Jiu... Qing Jiu..." the early Song Dynasty was still in a coma, just unconsciously calling her name.

Qing Jiu frowned and put his ear close to the mouth of the early Song Dynasty, trying to understand what he was saying.

"Painting..."

Painting? Qing Jiu looked up at the room. Apart from the paintings on the wall, were there any other paintings? But this room is so big.

"Fourth uncle, where is the painting?" Qing Jiu asked in his ear.

"Behind..."

Qing Jiu stood up and didn't know which back he was talking about. Was it behind the bed? Is there anything else in the back of this bed?

Qing Jiu went to the back of the bed, raised his hand and knocked on the board, and found that it was empty!

She was surprised. She raised her hand and felt around. At last, she found a raised brick on the wall. She tried to pull it out, but she couldn't. she sighed and pushed it inside. As a result, the board in front of her opened.

It's a very small secret room. Roughly speaking, it can hold three or four people. It's dark inside. Qing Jiu goes to get a fire fold, and then he goes in to have a look.

The wall of the small secret room was covered with pictures. The woman in the picture had clear eyes and vivid expression. Although her clothes were different, even some of them were a little strange when Qing Jiu came back, but that face was really her!

No, as like as two peas.

When Qing Jiu drew the origami close to the paintings, he found that a few words were mentioned in the lower right corner of these paintings, "my heart is Qing Jiu", which is undoubtedly the handwriting of the early Song Dynasty.

My dear, is there anyone in the world who has the same appearance and name as himself?

So the woman in the painting is her!

Is that the woman who lost her way and fell in love with her? But why didn't she remember the scene in the painting, and even less did she remember that she and fourth uncle had any intersection before?

Qing Jiu came out of the secret room and went to the bed. Looking at the unconscious early Song Dynasty, he had countless questions in his heart.

She lowered her head to blow out the fire fold, raised her foot to walk out of the door, frowned and went to the kitchen. For today's sake, she gave him the rice soup to drink, so that he could recover some strength quickly. She also asked questions.

in the house.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up. He found that his clothes were in good condition and he was still in the wooden house. He was really relieved.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he gave a bitter smile, feeling that he was really hard-earned. He was poisoned by that kind of poison and lost too much blood, so he could still survive.

It seems that he is determined to change his life against heaven and fight against heaven. Even God is reluctant to lose his opponent.

He found that there was a dull pain in his wrist. When he raised his hand, he found that his wrist was wrapped in gauze!

Is someone here? Is it Qing Jiu?