Chapter Seventy-Two: The White Stone
Qingmei recklessly opened the box and looked at it, and said in disbelief, "How, how come?" These are all excellent jade pendants! Where to find a better one? ”
Mu Zi thought about the jade jade bracelet on Sister Yuan'er's wrist, as well as the white jade longevity lock given by the British duchess, and did not answer.
Although the Wu'an Hou Mansion seems to be calm now, there are a lot of swords, guns and cold arrows in the secret, not to mention that last time someone stretched out his hand to Sister Yuan'er, the jade bracelet and the longevity lock are Sister Yuan'er's talismans. Mu Zi would not use Sister Yuan'er's protective things to save a lifeless life.
Qingmei saw that Mu Zi didn't speak for a long time, and her heart was even more panicked, "Madam... What kind of jade pendant is needed? The slave went to find... Auntie's body, can't I use medicine? ”
"Go find Gu Yu! The odds are greater! Mu Zi said to Qingmei, and then handed Chen Wenqing a vague look.
Qingmei immediately responded with a "yes" when she heard this, and hurriedly ran back to the yard, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, as if that was her last hope.
Chen Wenqing stayed for a moment, and Mu Zi whispered to him, "Find a jade similar to Sister Yuan'er's bracelet!" Go for it! ”
Chen Wenqing's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he hurriedly returned to the front yard.
Aunt Song was not favored, and there were not many valuable objects in the house, so Yiqingmei quickly took out a palm-sized glass box, and opened it for Mu Zi with eager eyes.
Mu Zi looked down, there were several elegant white hostas inside, all of which were ordinary things on the market, and there was also a turquoise jade pendant, which was in good condition, but it was far inferior to the ones that Chen Wenqing had brought before. In addition, there are several gold and silver headdresses with slightly darker colors.
Mu Zi shook her head, Qingmei's eyes immediately dimmed, and the hope that was shattered several times made her unable to bear it anymore, and she cried out with a "wow" regardless of the rules.
Ah Gui felt that she was pitiful, but he didn't reprimand her, "Don't cry, Chen Wenqing hasn't come back yet, maybe he can find a jade that can save Aunt Song!" ”
Qingmei's crying was a little quieter, but the person was still in fear and collapsed, and she hiccups uncontrollably, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, and a flash of brilliance flashed between her fingers and was keenly captured by Mu Zi, "What are you holding in your hand?" ”
When Ah Gui heard this, he went to look at Qingmei's hand, but it was a white dropdrop-shaped stone with a rough texture, and he couldn't help but pout his lips in disappointment, and said to Mu Zi, "Miss, it's a pendant polished with leftovers, and this texture is no longer jade!" ”
Mu Zi said to Qingmei, "You can bring it to me to see!" ”
Hearing this, Qingmei hurriedly wiped her eyes, and handed the rough drop-shaped stone to Mu Zi's hand, "This is made by the slave's father, he used to dig a stone in a mountain on the edge of our village, and when he saw that the stone was white, he polished it for our sisters to play with!" ”
When the white stone was still about a fist away from Mu Zi's palm, the spiritual energy in the stone quickly surged, as if it was strongly attracted, converging into a line, and drilling into her body along Mu Zi's palm.
Soon, Mu Zi's dantian, which had just dried up not long ago, regathered a cloud of aura, and the aura penetrated every inch of her skin like spring rain, and her body, which was tired from treating Xue Jincheng before, immediately became comfortable and relaxed.
"That's it! Just use it! Mu Zi spread out her palms and smiled at Qingmei.