Yes, Shen Qihuan finally remembered where he had seen this ancient bow, after his father died, in the portrait that his mother always thought about, such a black ancient bow was drawn.

Shen Quehuan touched the slightly worn leather on the bow and arrow, knowing that he should hang his eyelids at this time, say thank you, and then take the bow and arrow back to the yard and think about it again, but Shen Quehuan still couldn't hold back, for a while, turned to a willow tree outside the door, took the bow and pulled the string, "Zheng" sounded, although there was no arrow on the string, but instead of the arrow, a stream of air that could replace the arrow was like a sharp blade, and the willow leaves in early autumn shook the "bang".

Shen Que sighed: "Good bow!" ”

Wang Changzhi exclaimed: "Good internal force! ”

Shen Qihuan heard Wang Changzhi's voice, and immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly went to see Changru, Changru really had a strange face, although no one else was present, but the maids and maids in the courtyard were waiting, and it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no extraneous branches.

"What internal strength can she have, it's just a good bow." Changru put Wang Changzhi back in his seat and talked about General Wang Yan's body.

Shen Quehuan listened with a match, and at this time, Steward Song came to Qingyun Hall to send the greetings of the last few days, Shen Quehuan knew that Changru was waiting for a post from the Internal Affairs Office these days, and when he saw him chatting with Wang Changzhi, he got up and went to the outer hall.

Steward Song saw that it was Miss Shen San who had arrived, and hurriedly smiled, "Hey, Miss San's work too hard." ”

Shen Quehuan listened to his voice like a spring breeze in March, and he was uncomfortable for a while.

Su asked with his hands: "You're polite, I listened to what you said, the second master is accompanying the cousin of the Wang family inside, where is the post, bring it to me first." ”

Steward Song hurriedly handed over the four or five greetings in his hand, nodded and said: "The biggest thing in the house in the past two days is that the third lady has a good life, the little one will kowtow to the third miss here first, I wish you and the prince of Jing'an a safe and smooth life, and grow old." As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Shen Qihuan.

Song Sidi can be the steward of the East Mansion steadily, and does not hinder the eyes of the West Mansion, and it seems that she does have some ability. Song Sidi's kowtow, Shen Qihuan has already finished reading the post, and there is really an invitation post from Guo Gonggong of the Internal Affairs Office. Shen Que was quite satisfied, put the posts together, and turned his back to look at the person in front of him.

"You're welcome, is there anything else to do? If you don't have it, you won't send it, let Deng Feng fill you with a basket of oranges, and reward you for doing things neatly these days. ”

Song Sidi immediately thanked her, but she was not in a hurry to leave: "I don't dare to bother the third lady about the things on the side, there is really such a thing in the house recently, and the third miss should probably hear about it." ”

Shen Qihuan raised his eyebrows, "Oh? "Yes.

Song Sidi didn't sell Guan Zi either: "The marriage of the seventh lady in the fourth room has also been decided, and she is the third highness of the prince's mansion." ”

Shen Quehuan was shocked when he heard this, no matter how "he didn't hear anything outside the window" Shen Quehuan knew that the original candidate for the third son of the prince was Shen Wu, and suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Shen Quehuan smiled and asked: "I heard it right, is it Miss Seven in the fourth room?" Lu Ting? ”

Song Sidi smiled deeply: "The third miss didn't hear it wrong, and the little one didn't say it wrong, it is indeed the seventh miss in the fourth room, it is said that on the day the second miss got married, the third highness of the prince's mansion caught a glimpse on the lion bridge, and fell in love with our seventh miss." ”

Shen Qihuan's expression sank slightly, Song Sidi sighed in her heart, but when she looked at the third lady again, the chill had evaporated without a trace, and the third lady still had such a faint expression.

Song Sidi took a long breath, didn't dare to talk nonsense, and reported the most important thing of this trip: "All the families in Beijing and Zonghua Temple distribute winter cotton clothes and food to the poor at the foot of Daye Mountain, and the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh ladies in our house have all passed, and you see the third miss when you ......."

Shen Qihuan's expression didn't show any clues, she lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and felt that she should take the opportunity to ask Lu Ting if there was a problem with her marriage, so she asked, "What day is it?" ”

"The fourth day of the first month, the fourth day of the ninth month."

Shen Qihuan asked Hongzhi to write it down, rewarded a few taels of silver, and sent the person away.

The next day she went to the street in person, in addition to buying 100 pieces of cotton clothes for the share, she also asked people to go to the pharmacy to catch a lot of herbs and come back, and let the maids cut the gauze and make it into a small medicine bag one by one.

After Wang Changzhi heard about it, he also asked his entourage to help, so that a small move became a big project, and Wang Changzhi's seven or eight guards and two maids all joined the ranks of making medicine bags.

For a while, the garden was full of red and joyful colors, mixed with a leisurely medicinal fragrance.

"This white bag is for colds, this gray bag is for chilblains, and this black bag is for fever." Hongzhi stood in the crowd, loudly explaining to the guards who came to help, and personally demonstrated the outfit.

Wang Changzhi stood side by side with Shen Qihuan with his hands behind his back, "I didn't expect you to learn and use it, I only saw the soldiers in the barracks who brought bruises and pain sacs, I came all the way, there were many victims along the road, like Jinzhou and Handzhou, and they had already built disaster sheds on the outskirts of the city." ”

"Floods in the summer, there will be no harvest in the fall, I just hope that there will not be too much snow this year, otherwise more than half of the victims will not survive the winter."

Shen Qihuan sewed the bag of the medicine bag with a broken needle and thread, and after a few stitches, he would definitely be pierced. Wang Changzhi couldn't look at it for a long time, and took the needle and thread from Shen Qihuan's hand, "Changge is easy to hold, and fine needles are difficult to hold, why don't I find someone to learn from you?" ”

Shen Qihuan was curious: "What person?" ”

Wang Changzhi beckoned to the crowd, and the man with the silver-gray mask walked over.

"Liu Er, you go and talk to Miss Three."

Liu Er responded to Wang Changzhi, but his eyes were staring at Shen Qihuan, his expression was very quiet, but there was a kind of deep distance, which seemed unfathomable.

Shen Qihuan felt strange in her heart, and always felt that this gaze was very familiar.

Shen Quehuan invited people to the plum blossom pile in the backyard, Liu Er wore an ink-colored robe, and her hands and feet were tied with cloth ropes, which was a typical dress of a Chinese person, but her posture of holding a knife and giving it over her hand was commonly used by Dayue soldiers.

Shen Qihuan's brows twisted deeper, it was so strange, this kind of aura made her feel stuffy.

What it is, I can't say for a while.

Shen Qihuan picked up a Changge with his feet and went up to the pile to fight, Changge roared an arc in his hand, but it was not as magnificent as the swords, guns and clubs should be, but there was such a momentum of flavor.

But Chang Ge caught up with Liu Er's sharp blade, and the slightest coolness seemed to permeate it, and with just a few waves of his arms, there was a simmering autumn breeze around him.

Shen Qihuan is not Chang Ge what she is best at, but she also knows that she has the upper hand within three moves, but Chang Ge's momentum is getting weaker and weaker, and Shen Qihuan suddenly stopped before ten moves.

Shen Qihuan's face was flushed, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the silver-gray masked man was silent, just standing quietly on the plum blossom pile.