After a while, Divine Doctor Xue came with the box and followed Steward Wu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Divine Doctor Xue had just stepped into the hall with his front feet, his eyebrows and eyes were full of concern: "Where is the corpse?"

I saw her eyebrows without drawing a line, wearing a turquoise emerald smoke shirt, a pleated skirt with begonias sprinkled with flowers at the hem, soft and long black hair all the way to the heels, a waist like a plain, and a verdant and pleasant walk. It seems that the girl who is no more than twenty-eight years old, young but talented, grew up in the Divine Doctor Valley, learned a good medical skill, and is the proud protégé of Xiahou Changtian, the head of the Divine Doctor Valley. Three months ago, Xiahou Changtian learned that the Lord of Xuanyuan City was seriously injured, and because he couldn't leave because he was refining the pill himself, he sent Xue Qingsleeve Xue girl to come over to help heal.

It's just that Shura's poison is blamed, it's too difficult to solve. Shangguan Liuyun's poisoning was so deep that even the people of the Divine Doctor Valley were helpless, and Divine Doctor Xue immediately explained the city lord's symptoms to her master Xiahou Changtian, and then prescribed medicine according to Xiahou's instructions. But it has never been able to eradicate the poisonous roots.

Now that this incident has been encountered again, the atmosphere in the hall is extremely depressing. The cow Taoist priest hugged the kimchi jar and burst into tears.

Mrs. Shi choked up and said, "The corpse in the south is in the jar." ”

Divine Doctor Xue approached, lifted the lid and saw that the vomit in his chest suddenly surged up to his throat. She resisted the urge to vomit and took a closer look.

Mrs. Shi stood aside and asked, "Do you know the cause of death?"

Doctor Xue said: "There seem to be multiple blunt object scratches on her neck, her head has been severely injured, and there is a crack in the left forehead. Then add that after being soaked in salt water for so many days, the whole body is swollen and the internal organs have ulcerated. It's better to bury it quickly. ”

Mrs. Shi turned her face away and held back her tears.

"Juntian lady, don't cry," appeased and appeased Shitai, Niu Daoist glared angrily, "Damn, I will definitely want Lan Linglong's female doll to pay for her blood debt!"

"Lan Linglong, this woman is too cruel. Shi Feng gritted his teeth.

Shi Zhuang said in a rough voice: "Now the master and Lan Linglong are missing. I'm worried about whether my master will be in danger, after all, my serious injury hasn't healed yet!"

When Shi Minzhi heard this, he said: "The matter of the disappearance of the master, everyone present today is not allowed to reveal the news for a long time. The martial arts conference is imminent, so as not to cause panic and trouble to Xuanyuan. It was almost dawn, and we split up to look for it. ”

Everyone nodded yes, and they really can't leak the news.

"Steward Wu," Shi Tai said sadly, "the corpse is rotting badly, you send someone to bury the corpse first, and then come to the south to hold a funeral when we find Liuyun." ”

Steward Wu hurriedly agreed: "Hey, okay." I'll do it. ”

……

The wind chimes made of several bamboo pieces in the eaves of the corridor ring crisply in the morning bell sound of the Yuelao Temple, the sky is almost bright, and the smoke and water of the green mountains are hazy.

Lan Linglong knelt down, pinned her scattered hair behind her ears, and looked up at the white sky with a fish's belly empty and confused. She stood up with the branches, and with a force under her feet, she landed in the air two or three times.

It's almost dawn.

Her hair was messy on her face, and she looked sideways and quietly glanced at Shangguan lying at the root of the old tree, against the sky and the Meh River landscape behind him.

He hadn't woken up yet, his eyes closed, lying quietly among the green mountains, green waters, and white clouds.

In fact, this person, Lan Linglong looked at the clouds in the sky, and it was quite good. She came to the embankment, bent down and took a sip of water, then patted her face with water and brushed her hair.

The fishermen who get up early in the morning to fish have their nets cast their nets and wait for the fish to enter the nets themselves, so that they can transport the fresh live fish to the market in the morning and sell them for a week's worth of rice and salt to cook at home. The boats come and go, endlessly, and occasionally there is a fisherwoman with a good voice standing on the bow of the boat, idle, singing a few fishing poems.

On the shore of Meishui Lake, picking lotus seeds, the mirror of mountains and rivers comes from afar,

Penglai Wonderland is full of smoke, and the silkworm silk is transporting Fusang,

The fish are jumping over the dragon gate, the rice harvest is harvesting wheat,

The so-called Yiren worships the moon old, and the ginkgo biloba is green and green and calls Ah Lang,

The smoke and rain are clear, and the wind blows the sea of flowers and climbs the green mountains,

The sunset is bright and the sun is shining, and the concubine is lovesick,

……

A small boat rowed leisurely towards Lan Linglong, anchored and docked.

It finally stopped in front of her eyes.

The puppet retracted the oars, the cyan curtain of the boat cloth was opened, and its head poked out, and then the other two puppets came out of the cabin, and bowed their heads to Lan Linglong with a clenched fist with a wooden expression.

The things that need to be done haven't been done, and the things that should come can't be avoided after all. Lan Linglong wiped the water beads that flowed from her cheeks to her chin with her sleeve and nodded slightly.

The three puppets received the order, returned to the cabin, carried a coffin from it and placed it in front of her, and then stood respectfully aside.

She went down from the tree in the middle of the night last night, blew the secret signal and summoned the puppet Lao Si, who had been secretly following and protecting her, and the plan was changed, so that he could go to the City God Temple again to carefully inspect and inspect the formation cloth prepared in advance to ensure that it was intact, and then go back to rest, and send the coffin hidden in Hu Ji's coffin shop early the next morning.

The coffin is made of fine sandalwood. Lan Linglong touched the coffin, a hint of a smile gradually overflowed in her eyes, and she shook her head.

Smile.

This coffin, in fact, she prepared it for herself.

Just in case. Maybe you'll need it.

She glanced lightly at Shangguan who was sleeping in the distance, and asked in a low voice: "Third child, last night, followed me and Shangguan Liuyun all the way from Huamanlou to the little girl in Yuelao Temple, did you see who he came into contact with, and finally rested in Huamanlou." ”

The puppet Lao San has a bronze complexion, a sharp outline like a knife carving, a high nose bridge, and a resolute face, but his face is stiff and expressionless. He wore a silver earring in his left ear, a blue and purple shirt with a missing left sleeve, and his bare left arm was thick and powerful. The puppet couldn't speak, and when he heard his master say this, the third child was dumb with his movements:

He went to the master's room, and then went into Yan Erniang's room. Didn't come out again.

Didn't come out. Lan Linglong faintly raised her eyebrows and looked at the boss: "What's the movement in Shangguan Mansion?" ”

The puppet boss gestured: Last night they rummaged around Huamanlou to check, and finally quietly transported the jar of the firewood room in a small boat and transported it into the Shangguan Mansion, it seems that they found the corpse. Then, a masked man walked out of the eaves of Shangguan Mansion and walked towards the Huamanlou.

"Did that person come out and go back to Shangguan Mansion later?"

Red bloodshot covered the puppet boss's eyeballs: after a night of vigil, the masked man still hadn't come out. The second child is still guarding on the roof tile of the teahouse opposite Huamanlou, staring at the movement, and the fifth and sixth children are staring at Yan Erniang's movements. As soon as there is a change, the code is red smoke.

"Well, I see," Lan Linglong thought for a moment and said:

"The third, the fourth, you go back to the inn now, take out the burden I entrusted to the innkeeper, there is a blue jade bottle inside, a sealed white jade pot, all with notes, pick it out, the rest along with the burden to the fourth to take back to Hua Manlou, the fourth immediately set off to take the second place, the sooner the better, staring at Hua Manlou, maybe it's too late, it's almost dawn, the focus is clear about the movements of the masked man. If," Lan Linglong twisted her eyebrows, paused, and said:

"The masked man set off and returned to Shangguan's Mansion, and you showed up with him, and used the soul stone in the baggage to lead him to the City God Temple in advance. The third child, you will pick out the bottles and pots carefully and securely, ask the proprietress for a few shopkeepers, pretend to be beggars, and on the way back to Shangguan Mansion in Yuelao Temple, as soon as Shangguan Liuyun appears, he will block Shangguan Liuyun's way and delay the time, the longer, the better. After Shangguan Liuyun returns to the house, you can go in and hand over the things to the people of the Shangguan Mansion. She examined the two puppets one by one:

"Be careful in everything, be careful not to let people target you along the way, and if you are targeted, get rid of it and go again. And then go as planned, you know. ”

Yes, master.

"Well, go ahead," hoping all the best. Lan Linglong watched the third and fourth children go away.

She took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and opened the lid of the coffin with a "bang".

Inside the coffin, there is a sleeping beauty dressed as a man.

The beauty's hands are gently folded and laid flat on her chest, her ten fingers are green and slender, her skin is as white as snow, her eyelashes are long, and she casts a small half-eyelash fan shadow on her lower eyelids, and her small lips are like petals, like a budding hollow valley orchid. This is Shangguan's fiancée, Xuanyuan Nanfang.

Shangguan Liuyun cares so much about Xuanyuan Nanfang, and does everything possible to protect her. Come to think of it, Xuanyuan Nanfang is a wife worth taking care of. Not like yourself. A trace of sadness crossed Lan Lingling's eyes, she was too far behind Xuanyuan South.

At least Xuanyuan Nannan dares to love, and he can do anything for what he loves.

What about herself.

She hated herself so much that she couldn't help herself in this life, and she couldn't help herself.

She didn't dare to love, and even, didn't dare to think, so she kept running away.

Lan Linglong knew that the ending would be unpredictable. Every step she takes now still needs to look ahead and think deeply. When life hangs by a thread, if you are walking on thin ice, you must take it step by step.

She looked at Xuanyuan's beautiful and gentle sleeping face, the corners of her lips raised, and she smiled far-fetchedly. Slowly raised his eyes, cleared his throat, deliberately raised his voice, and said:

"Oh, isn't this my Xuanyuan Langjun. ”

Hearing her say this, Shangguan Liuyun under the tree opened his eyes.