The Library Pavilion was a little different from Xia Qing's imagination.

In her imagination, the Library Pavilion should be a huge house, no matter what the material is, at least a huge house, right?

However, the scene in front of him made Xia Qing a little dumbfounded.

The so-called library is just a small wooden house, and the pillars on the outside are even dilapidated. The mottled dilapidated openings cast shadows on the pillars. The door was covered with dust, Xia Qing didn't have to do anything, just patting the wooden door lightly shook a mouthful of dust.

There is no way, at this time, a certain Cai Shi who sent her to this place has already left, leaving only a lonely air.

It's so quiet here, and the silence reminds Xia Qing of the snake just now.

The poor snake that was eaten alive and ate the gall bladder of the snake.

Perhaps, at this time, she should leave to collect poems, even if her old man's violence is more terrifying, it doesn't matter, at least she is a person with martial arts, and she can protect her in this barren mountain and wilderness. After all, if you see a snake once, you can see it a second time.

In Xia Qing's opinion, these afterthought behaviors really made people feel a little late, but in the current situation, she could only stay cautiously alone and stay in this gloomy and terrifying place for a while.

Yes, because this place is very remote, it is very unrealistic for her to go back to eat, so the witty Cai Shi decided that every meal she will be escorted by a special person in the future, and she will be delivered at the point, so she will not be hungry.

In other words, in the next time of painstaking research of ancient books, Xia Qing could not find anyone who could chat with her to relieve her boredom, on the contrary, she might want to be alone, bored and scared here.

But these are all for Mochen.

Whenever she woke up from a dream, Xia Qing could always remember how she had harmed Mochen, and the heartache and despair at that time, Xia Qing didn't want to try it in her life.

She even thought that if she was the one who died at that time, and Mochen would be able to live in peace, no matter how bad it was, at least Mochen would not be blind, and he could continue to work hard to do what he wanted to do, instead of being like today, with a pair of blind eyes and unable to do anything. Others looked distressed, and she, the initiator, was even more uncomfortable to watch.

In the past, she always loved to owe other people's debts, and she owed all kinds of debts, none of which could really be repaid.

Among them, Mochen, she already owes enough.

She can still remember that the moment Mo Chen fell, the Qu Ziyan sounded in her ears with some indifferent voice.

He said, this time, do you feel that you are in debt again, and this time, how do you want to pay it back?

Yes, this time, how is she going to pay it back? What is the way she has, what is the way to repay this so-called favor?

No.

She could only watch Mo Chen fall in front of her eyes, and she couldn't do anything to cry.

So far, the only way she can think of to pay off this debt is to do everything she can to save his eyes.

She knew that the probability of success in this way was very low, and she also knew that she might not be able to successfully save Mochen's eyes if she couldn't say that she couldn't turn through the ancient books here for a month.

But she can't take care of it, she can only wait, she can only believe that she is slim, and believe that God will not let someone like Mochen be blind like this.

In the room, it is indeed full of ancient books, all of which have been turned over by people, and they are stacked there in such a mess, in general, although it is a little messy, but seeing so many ancient books, she can at least be sure that there are very complete medical ancient books here.

It can take time to sort them out, read them.

More time and effort is needed to deal with these issues.

There are a lot of problems, things are annoying, but there is not much time left for her.

Then, deal with it quietly and live simply.

Xia Qing comforted herself like this.

At the very least, everything here gave her hope and made her feel that it was possible to heal everything if she went on like this.

Although, each ancient book is so thick, and the dust on it also shows how many years they have not been read, so many years, the last time Xia Qing read a book was with the old man Hua.

Except for that time, she was involved in all kinds of inexplicable events, so that she didn't have time to delve into these things that were still very profound to her.

During that time in the palace, she was also the image of a dancer, if a dancer was there to study ancient books, it is estimated that she would not want to get out of the dance room alive......

However, speaking of the dance room, Xia Qing suddenly remembered a key person.

The dancing girl sister with a cinnabar mole on her head.

She has such a big temper, and she hasn't seen her again after that time, will she be looking for her?

But she didn't pay attention to this aspect later, so it is not clear whether she was affected by the dispute in the palace.

After all, that time, the entire dance room, except for her, should have gone to participate in that performance.

It is estimated that she is the only one who can quit safely in that turmoil......

A small lizard crawled over from the corner of the wall, and Xia Qing was so frightened that she lost all the books in her hand, but she still couldn't kill it.

She climbed onto the crumbling desk and grabbed a few more random books from it and smashed them in the lizard's direction.

However, it is of little use.

The lizard was still sticking out its tongue there, looking like it was going to do something to me.

Xia Qing was completely blown up.

Is this lizard all barking here?

It's a challenge to the limits of her patience. No matter what she wants, she has accepted it today, isn't she just a lizard, she just needs to use a few more books to type.

Having made up his mind, Xia Qing has already begun to act.

There's nothing wrong with this table, it's just that there are so many books on it that she's enough to smash that hateful lizard down there, right?

Picking up a thin book, Xia Qing threw it away, the lizard was extremely spiritual, and when he dodged to the side, he dodged the book in an instant.

"Sample! so powerful?"

Xia Qing couldn't help but sigh that such an insect has such a strong desire to survive, she is a good person, but she is not as good as an insect.

"You've taught me not to give up on life ...... easily"

Although he knew that this lizard would not understand what she said, Xia Qing still said it.

It was so quiet and boring that if she didn't even have someone to talk to, she would really be driven to death by her own thoughts.

After all, she just thought of exchanging her life for the light of Mochen's eyes.

Although it is unrealistic, since she has germinated such an idea, it means that her heart has really collapsed to such a point.

"You don't understand me...... How sad I am.... Who understands them....."