When Shu Jinhua was sent back to the courtyard arranged for her by Qin Su, her face was still hot. The two are heart-to-heart, and the process is also very sweet.

"Miss, take a sip of hot tea to warm your stomach." Yuan Fu arranged for the little maid who was waiting for Shu Jin's painting to open the curtain and come in, and after finishing speaking, she realized that she seemed to have disturbed this delicate guest. Slightly uneasy to look at Shu Jin's painting that was still in a daze, the little maid secretly lost a sigh.

Although Qin Su does not often live in the courtyards of various places, the people at every foothold are well-trained old people. Although the little maid is young, as a house slave, she can be regarded as knowing Qin Su's habits. Qin Su has been pure-hearted and has few desires over the years, not to mention treating a woman so intimately, there is not a single maid in the palace of Prince Heng in Tai'an City. Although there is no explicit prohibition in other prefectures, the number of maidservants is also very small.

She was selected to serve this Miss Shu today, but she was told by many people over and over again, and she must not neglect this woman who has a lot of weight in His Royal Highness's heart.

Shu Jinhua came back to his senses, took the celadon teacup handed over by the little girl, and took a sip gently, the unique fragrance of Lu'an melon slices lingered on the tip of the tongue, flowing down the throat into the stomach, dispelling a little chill. Ten thousand? Book? Right? The novel put down the teacup, and Shu Jinhua looked at the little girl in front of him with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes. At the age of fourteen or fifteen, she has a double bun, a goose egg face, and her facial features are very small, although she is not very beautiful, but she is very pleasing.

Seeing that Shu Jinhua was looking at herself, the little maid made a blessing unhurriedly and said crisply. "Miss Wan'an. Slave Fall. It's Fu Meixuan's big girl. ”

Fumeixuan is the courtyard where Shu Jinhua lives, and the plum blossoms in the courtyard are blooming just right, and it is also the most exquisite courtyard in Yuan's mansion.

"I don't have any rules, after all, I want to disturb the Yuan Mansion for one night, and you don't have to be restrained. Sue sù outside, how usually, how to go down first. I'm here, just have you with me. Shu Jinhua thought about it. said tepidly.

Luo Rui smiled, lifted the curtain and went out to send a group of people who wanted to ask Shu Jin to say goodbye.

After resting for a while, Shu Jinhua felt that his waist, which was sore from riding a horse, was fine, so he called Luo Rui outside the door of the Moon Cave in.

"Miss, what do you command?"

"Do you know where the other people who came with you today live?" Shu asked.

"The slave and maid know that the distinguished guests are arranged in the outer courtyard." Luo Rui thought about it and answered truthfully. Qin Su and his entourage, except for Shu Jin's paintings. There is only one woman, Jin Jin, but she has to be by Elder Motong's side. There was no arrangement to enter the inner courtyard.

"I have something to do to go to the outer courtyard, is it convenient?" Shu Jinhua thought of the woman in white who she saw in front of the Dushan Courtyard, and she had a slight doubt in her heart.

"Slave and maid will go and bring you clothes." Luo Rui happily agreed, and there was no need to order someone to go to the outer courtyard to make a report, and put a big coat on Shu Jin's painting, and the two walked along the verandah to the outer courtyard.

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"Eighteenth Senior Sister." Elder Motong's personal medicine boy stood guard outside the door, saw Shu Jin's painting, and performed the Taoist salute of Changbaiguan.

Shu Jinhua nodded and asked with a smile, "Is Uncle Shi resting?" ”

The three elders slept for a while, and at this time they had already woken up. The eighteenth senior sister went in. The little medicine boy shook his head and replied.

The medicine boy is not a disciple of Elder Motong, so he can call Shu Jinhua a senior sister, but he can't be called Elder Motong's master. This is also why Changbaiguan now has only eighteen disciples, but there are as many as 100 junior brothers and sisters.

The little medicine boy lifted the curtain and asked Shu Jin to draw in. He and Luo Rui stood outside the door, one left and one right.

When you enter the inner room, the fragrance of medicine in the room will come slowly, which does not look pungent, and will also make people feel refreshed.

"Little Eighteen is here?" Elder Motong's lazy and idle voice came from inside, "Come in, Uncle I'm bored." ”

Shu Jinhua responded to the yes, and walked quickly to the room.

"Uncle Shi." Shu Jinhua saluted, and looked at Elder Motong lying on the chaise longue with a smile.

"Sit." Elder Motong waved his hand casually, motioning for Shu Jinhua to sit casually. And he didn't get up because of the arrival of the juniors, and he still lay lazily and casually on the chaise longituna.

"How is Uncle Shi's recovery?" Shu Jinhua moved the small pestle and sat in front of Elder Motong's legs, and used the method of massage to knead Elder Motong's legs.

Elder Motong has been recuperating for more than half a month because he has practiced the method of controlling beasts, and he has received a lot of internal injuries. This time she traveled a long way for her, and she also felt guilty in her heart.

"Minor injuries, no problem. It's that your massage method is getting more and more proficient, and that kid has enjoyed it a lot, right? Elder Motong laughed. He knew it clearly, Qin Su was recuperating from his injuries in Changbai Temple, and for half a month, Shu Jinhua took care of it personally.

Shu Jinhua was red-faced by Elder Motong's words, but he didn't twist it, and generously admitted, "He was injured to save me, and it is also appropriate to take care of him." ”

"Yes, yes, Zhi's grace is worthy of being my disciple of Changbaiguan!" Elder Motong laughed loudly.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple is confused, and I ask Uncle Shi to give advice." Shu Jin's face straightened and said in a deep voice.

Elder Motong accepted his laughter, supported his forehead, nodded and asked, "Anyway, what's the matter?" ”

Shu Jinhua took out a half-old purse from his arms, and after opening it, he took out a silk purse embroidered with Taoist proverbs from inside, which was the one given to her by Qinghui Daoist when she went down the mountain.

Touching the proverbs on it, Shu Jinhua asked, "Uncle Shi, the head of the sect asked Bu's heavenly strategy, has he ever sent anyone other than the Great Xia royal family?" ”

Heavenly strategy is the art of astrology and divination in Changbaiguan. Astrological divination is also regarded as a mystery of revealing heavenly secrets, so it is named heavenly strategy. Qinghui Daoist has not carried out heavenly calculations for many years, and the purse of proverbs that hides decryption has not appeared in front of the world for many years.

But Shu Jin's painting can be seen clearly, the white-robed female disciple of the Dushan Heng faction, the purse hanging from her waist is clearly exactly the same as the one in her hand! It can also be shown that her purse is also out of the view of Changbai.

Hearing Shu Jin's question, Elder Motong sat up with a frown. took the purse in Shu Jinhua's hand and asked, "Changbaiguan's heavenly strategy, except for the royal family and the disciples of the same sect, has never been given to anyone else. Your one, in fact, was calculated for you by the senior brother in charge when you first started. Counting the time, it is also three years. But further back, Senior Brother's Heavenly Strategy also appeared twenty years ago. But that time, it was a calculation for the emperor, and outsiders had never seen it. ”

"Is it possible that the proverb purse from many years ago fell into the hands of someone else?" Shu Jinhua was puzzled. According to Elder Motong's words, it is impossible for the female disciple of the Dushan Heng Sect to have this unique proverb purse of Changbai Guan.

Elder Motong shook his head and affirmed, "There is absolutely no way, those who receive the Heavenly Trick are all aware of the rules of Changbai Temple. After opening the purse and taking out the heavenly machine, it is necessary to destroy it in person. What's more, the people who have this purse are considered their own people, and they will still abide by the rules. ”

Elder Motong said yes, but Shu Jinhua didn't think so. Everything is an accident, the rules are dead, and when the purse is destroyed, there is no Changbai Guan around, whether it is destroyed or not, only the parties themselves know. Elder Motong can be regarded as blind trust, to put it thoroughly, he has lived in Changbaiguan since he was a child, and he has been nurtured and raised under the rules of Changbaiguan for more than 40 years, and he will be so sure of his brainwashing.

Shu Jinhua looks at this matter from a considerable perspective, so she can imagine it in the eyes of Changbai Guanren.

Seeing that Shu Jinhua was silent, Elder Motong asked, "But what's the problem?" Why else did you suddenly ask about it? ”

Shu Jinhua rubbed the slightly larger purse in his hand that was used to hold the proverb purse, thought about it, but still didn't tell the truth, "It's just that I suddenly thought that such a precious heavenly strategy let me carry it with me every day, I'm afraid something is wrong." Originally, I wanted my uncle to enlighten and enlighten my disciples, but who thought about it, but it made the disciples more and more worried. ”

"It's okay, outsiders have never seen this purse, and they can't imagine that it is my Changbai view's heavenly strategy. You just have to keep it safe, don't worry about it. This was originally a talisman, but it made you think it was a hot potato. Elder Motong smiled and shook his head, and handed the purse to Shu Jinhua for her to put away properly.

"What Uncle Shi said is that the disciple is stupid." The Proverbs purse was repacked in the half-worn purse, and Shu Jinhua put it back in his arms properly.

"Come on, let Uncle Shi see how your body is recovering." Elder Motong deliberately diverted Shu Jinhua's attention and spoke first. Pull Shu Jinhua's wrist and set up the pulse.

After a few breaths, Elder Mo Tong let go of his hand and nodded slightly, "It's not bad, as it stands, you can also let the Blood Cuckoo grow naturally, and you don't have to put it in the cold jade box anymore." ”

Shu Jinhua lost all his internal strength before, and later because of the intervention of Huairou Gu Yiwei, he was poisoned and lost blood. Her physical condition at that time was really not suitable for watering the blood-weeping cuckoo with her heart's blood, and she couldn't stand the fierce medicinal properties of the blood-cuckoo.

Elder Motong had no choice but to put the Blood Cuckoo in the Cold Jade Box to delay its flowering period. First recuperate Shu Jinhua's body for a period of time, and then take the blood cuckoo.

"I'm tired of Uncle Shi, your body has not recovered, and you still have to run around for your disciples." Shu Jinhua said guiltily, Elder Motong only wanted to go to Tai'an City with him, it was entirely because of her. And if it weren't for that, Elder Mo Tong wouldn't have forcibly cast the method of controlling beasts, almost ruining his cultivation.

"What you say, as a teacher, you should think about your disciples. Don't talk about whether there are any of these things, it annoys me. Elder Motong frowned and gently knocked on Shu Jin's brain. (To be continued......)

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