The potion was like boiling oil, and there was a burning sensation on the skin.

Listening to the dull snort of pain coming from behind him, Zhongbo raised his hand and wiped a handful of tears.

Miss, hold on! It is very painful to forge bones at the age of seventeen, and it is too late to awaken, and the best time has already been missed!

The pain caused her vision to blur, but her mind became clearer. Clearly experience every break from the depths of the bones, and then heal, just like breaking and renewing, and then interrupting and recontinuing, the cycle repeats itself, and there is no end.

The medicine kept boiling, but the water in the medicine pool slowly decreased at a speed invisible to the naked eye. I don't know how long it has been, after the potion in the entire pool has dried up, Zhongbo carried the unconscious Su Qianruo on his back.

The gate of Lan Zhi Yuan has not been opened for several days, and the flying screen and flower rain flow gate are not allowed to approach.

The mechanism of the bed turned slightly, Mrs. Su moved the wheelchair and looked anxiously, Uncle Zhong closed the mechanism and placed Su Qianruo on the couch lightly.

"How's it going?" Mrs. Su stretched out her hand to caress her pale face, "Did she survive or failed?" ”

Uncle Zhong had red eyes, wiped a handful of tears, and said excitedly: "My lord, Miss, she survived!" My lord, we need to be ready, too. ”

The regret on Mrs. Su's face couldn't be hidden, only he knew how hard that pain was! At the beginning, he himself couldn't survive as a big man, and gave up halfway!

Taking out the knives and jade bowls that had been placed long ago, Mrs. Su rolled up his sleeves and cut up along his wrist until his arm was bleeding.

Even so, there wasn't much blood coming out of the nearly two-foot-long wound, as if the blood in the thin body was nearly dry.

It took a full half an hour to drip a bowl of blood, and Mrs. Su handed the jade bowl to Zhongbo's hand, "The timing of Nannan's awakening is too wrong, now that the wolves are waiting, I am about to reach the limit, I am afraid that I will not be able to protect her, and the only way to do this is to seal her blood!" Be loyal, carve the formation! ”

Zhongbo dipped his fingers in the blood and drew a closed pulse array in the room, and when he finished the final stroke, he sat down sweating profusely.

The blood lines flowed, interlocking, shrouding Su Qianruo, and in the blood-colored cocoon, her eyelids trembled slightly.

"Inform Zhang Soxing to marry on the same day! If you leave Chang'an as soon as possible, you will be able to live in peace one day sooner. Mrs. Su moved his wheelchair and left slowly.

Zhong Boqiang got up and knelt down against his back, kowtowing his head in a proper manner, and his wrinkled face was full of old tears.

The woman in the blood cocoon suddenly opened her eyes, waved the magic circle that bound her with one hand, and walked out of bed barefoot.

"The Xie family hasn't been found yet?"

Uncle Zhong choked and turned his head, struggling for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "My lord just wants to keep Miss!" The old slave didn't dare to disobey his orders..."

That is the whereabouts of the Xie family, but I dare not say it?

Su Qianruo slowly walked in front of Zhongbo and knelt down directly.

"My grandfather wants to marry me to Zhang Sofa and stay away from Chang'an. But I knew that Taixu Da Chang Dan could save him, how could I not fight for it? Uncle Zhong, I know you don't want your grandfather to die, if you know where the Xie family is, take me there, I beg you to help me! ”

Uncle Zhong was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, he pushed down Su Qianruo and didn't let her kneel, he knelt and retreated a few steps before he spoke: "Miss, don't bother the old slave, the old slave will tell you that he is in Xiangguo Temple!" ”

Su Qianruo closed his eyes in satisfaction, tilted his head and fell.

Uncle Zhong told Mrs. Su that if he wanted to go to Xiangguo Temple to pray for incense, Mrs. Su responded with a slight groan, and asked to bring more servants to escort the car, and Uncle Zhong went down to make arrangements.

After Uncle Zhong left, Mrs. Su was still a little uneasy after thinking about it, so he ordered the steward of the mansion to bring his token to Song Xian and ask him to send someone to escort him.

Song Xian replied that the **** was just, but he would send a capable person to lead people to Xiangguo Temple to pick him up, so that Miss Su could travel with peace of mind.

The car of Taifu Mansion was ready to stop, and then headed towards Xiangguo Temple. Su Qianruo sat in the largest carriage in the middle, with Feiping and Hua Yu on the side.

Daxiangguo Temple is majestic in the world, covers an area of more than 540 acres, is divided into 64 Zen temples, the hall is tall and incomparable, magnificent, has been the peak of incense.

The road was deserted.

The weather is very good, the scenery is picturesque, Su Qianruo leaned on the window and looked at the scenery that followed the car and then went backwards, and there was an illusion of floating and leisure.

When I arrived at the Xiangguo Temple, Feiping got off first, put on the embroidery stool, Hua Yucai opened the curtain and hugged Su Qianruo to get off slowly, Zhongbo led the way in front of the head, followed by dozens of guards, and the group went to the temple gate in a mighty way.

The thousand-year-old temple, surrounded by incense, the old monk who had been waiting at the gate of the temple for a long time greeted him, "But the Miss Su family of the Taifu family?" The poor monk has been waiting for a long time. ”

Yuanfa, the current abbot of Xiangguo Temple.

Su Qianruo bowed slightly, "It's the little girl, there is Abbot Lao to guide the way!" ”

Zhongbo waved his hand towards the guard, "The Buddha hall is heavy, the sword soldiers are not prosperous, you just wait here, don't rush the Buddha." ”

The guards were ordered to scatter and stand guard outside the temple gates.

Su Qianruo put incense on the ground in one hall after another, and Feiping was busy adding sesame oil money to the merit box, and finally arrived in a dark side hall after half an hour.

Su Qianruo looked at the name of the hall and said strangely: "Uncle Zhong, why did you bring me to this hall?" ”

The abbot smiled, put his hands together and replied first: "In order to lead the young lady here, it took a lot of time for the old man to persuade the good men and women who came to seek a good marriage!" Miss is coming, why don't you ask for it? ”

Uncle Zhong's expression was a little embarrassed, this was not arranged by him, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple didn't know that Su Qianruo had allowed others to have this arrangement, and it was no wonder that he was not surprised.

But when Su Qianruo heard the word marriage, he was stunned, and he was silent for a moment before he said in confusion: "Marriage, can you ask for it?" ”

The abbot of Yuanfa pretended to bow to the marriage hall and said, "Sincerity is spiritual!" ”

Su Qianruo pursed her lips, stepped into the hall, took incense and lit it, and bowed to the Bodhisattva in the marriage hall with an unprecedented pious gesture. Feiping was about to go up and ask for sesame oil money, Su Qianruo glanced at her, and went up to the merit book and wrote a line of words.

"Seek marriage in front of the marriage hall, and hang the truth on the marriage tree! Miss Su, if you have a request, write your prayer on this marriage belt and throw it on the marriage tree. If you throw it higher and hang it firmly, what you want will come true! The abbot smiled again and handed over a three-foot-long red ribbon.

Behind the marriage hall is an open space, and there is a tree growing on the clearing, which is a monoecious ginkgo tree. The branches and leaves of this tree are luxuriant, the two plants are hugged, the roots are connected, the branches and leaves intersect, they are dependent on each other, and they are connected to each other, which is the acacia tree for marriage.

There are thousands of red silk hanging on the marriage tree, and when the breeze blows, the green leaves and the red silk are entangled with each other, red and green, and it is very beautiful.

Su Qianruo's hand holding the red pen trembled violently, and it took a lot of effort to write the three words Shang Moyun.

The red silk left his hand and threw it towards the marriage tree.

"Ahh