That night, Song Nanzhou rushed over with stars and moons.

"I slept a lot more during the day and felt a lot better." Wen Xiang greeted him happily: "If you are too busy, you don't need to rush over." ”

She said so, but she couldn't close her mouth happily for Song Nanzhou's arrival, and she clearly looked duplicitous.

"Have you had dinner? I must have eaten it at this time. Are you hungry or not, do you want to have some more supper? Wen Xiang followed behind Song Nanzhou and asked one after another.

Song Nanzhou raised his eyes and looked at Qingluan, who was full of doubts, and retreated quietly.

"I'm not in the habit of eating late-night snacks." Song Nanzhou looked at her helplessly, "Sit down, don't turn my eyes dizzy." ”

Wen Xiang didn't say a word, sat down obediently, and looked at him with a pair of old eyes: "How is it?" Has the matter of the Jiang family been resolved? I heard that it is very troublesome - the old lady of the Jiang family can even slander people by touching it, a group of female dependents, it is a headache to think about it. Do you have a headache, why don't I give you a massage? ”

"Will you?" Song Nanzhou stared at her.

She looks like she's not afraid to be too tall when watching the play, where is she caring about him.

Wen Xiang touched her head in a daze, touched a bright head, and immediately put her hand down: "No...... That's not the point, the point is that I care about you, do you feel it? ”

"Nope." Song Nanzhou said mercilessly.

Wen Xiang: "...... That's when you have a sensory nerve disorder. ”

"Huh?"

"I mean, it's definitely not obvious enough for me." Wen Xiang scolded and said with a smile, "Little brother Shizi, what happened to the Jiang family, and the murderer who killed Jiang Xinghuai, has he caught someone?" And the wrench, did you grab it back? ”

She had been thinking about these problems all day long, scratching her heart and liver, and her neck was about to break, so she looked forward to Song Nanzhou.

Song Nanzhou couldn't see her thoughts, so he told the Jiang family in advance.

Wen Xiang's eyes widened when she heard this: "The queen agreed?" ”

"Why didn't she agree?"

Wen Xiang was speechless, she just felt that the queen agreed so easily, didn't she feel very hasty?

"The queen is in the palace, not only not to be treated by the emperor, but also disliked by the queen mother, although she has the noble status of the queen, but even the favored concubines dare not put her in her eyes. The mother clan has no capable and outstanding children to hold important positions in the court, and the deep palace is lonely, and she dreams of having a child to take care of. I was able to fulfill her wishes, why didn't she agree? ”

She ...... Even if she agrees, then the Jiang family, really won't make trouble? Wen Xiang is still incredible, as far as the Jiang family is concerned, she has been thinking about it for a day, but she can't think of any good way. In her opinion, the hatred of the loss of a child is not shared, this is a game of dead chess that cannot be solved, no matter what Song Nanzhou does, the Jiang family will definitely hate to eat his meat raw!

I didn't expect that there would be such an operation.

"Why did the Jiang family dare to go to the Wuxiang camp regardless of the holy will? It's not because of the break, no matter how bad the Dingguo Mansion is, it is also a second-class duke of the imperial court, although it is not replaced by generations, but it can be passed down to five generations. As soon as Jiang Xinghuai died, there was no heir in the Dingguo Mansion, what were they most worried about? Of course, the emperor was most worried about taking back their titles on this ground. ”

Wen Xiang had already listened: "I thought that they made such a big fuss, that they simply lost their relatives and couldn't relieve their grief and grief." I didn't expect there to be so many claims in this? ”

Song Nanzhou gave her a "stupid" look and continued: "Wealth is moving, not to mention the title of the Guogong Mansion. Losing a title is like losing a trust. Can they not make trouble? I suggest that they inherit one from the Jiang family, and when they grow up in the future, they will naturally be able to inherit the Dingguo Mansion. The emperor did not object, they naturally knew the emperor's tacit attitude, and they accepted it when they saw it, otherwise they would provoke the emperor's disgust - the Dingguo Mansion still has this bit of vision. ”

Wen Xiang then understood: "I don't know why, I feel that Jiang Xinghuai is a little pitiful." ”

"If you can't get your fingers back, you can only be an old monk for the rest of your life, aren't you pitiful?" Song Nanzhou asked her.

Wen Xiang was stunned, looked at Song Nanzhou with a sad face, and said tremblingly: "Chasing, can't you catch up?" ”

"No news." Song Nanzhou said.

Wen Xiang's lips trembled: "Am I particularly ugly like this?" ”

Song Nanzhou stared at her twice: "Among the old monks, they are the best-looking." ”

"Hey!" Wen Xiang was furious: "Do you have any sympathy, everyone is going to die of sadness." Look at me, I'm so old now, if I don't have a wrench, I probably won't be able to live until your uncle comes to Kyoto! Why am I so miserable......?"

"Shut up." Song Nanzhou's forehead jumped, and he began to regret what he had just said wrong.

"I don't have a few days to live, so what are you talking about? Wait until I'm dead...... No, when I'm gone, I'll keep my mouth shut completely. When you want to hear me, you won't be able to hear me, so you can be patient a little now. Wen Xiang, who felt that she couldn't live long, was not afraid of death.

Song Nanzhou couldn't see her on the face of the monk, nor could he stand her whining in the old voice of the monk, frowning and shouting: "Don't fake crying!" ”

Wen Xiang began to cry: "Everyone is so pitiful, you still murder me?" Inhumane, unsympathetic, too much wow wow wow ......"

Song Nanzhou glared at her patiently, and tried very hard to resist the urge to throw her out, "I have found out the whereabouts of that person, and I will be able to get the wrench back soon!" Don't cry anymore. ”

As soon as Wen Xiang heard this, she stopped crying, and looked at Song Nanzhou with teary eyes: "You didn't lie to me?" ”

"I'm not that bored."

Obviously, there was already news, so I didn't say it a long time ago, which made her sad and scared and cried, so I told her, isn't this boring?

"What about the people from the Western Regions? Caught it? Wen Xiang asked again.

Song Nanzhou's expression became a little solemn: "I can't find any trace of him, this person seems to have disappeared out of thin air." ”

Wen Xiang hurriedly provided clues: "He is very familiar with the shopkeeper of the inn, maybe the shopkeeper will know something?" ”

The shopkeeper only knew that he came to Da Zhou to do business, and he would come almost every year, bringing wine luminous cups and fur medicinal materials from the Western Regions to sell in Da Zhou, and then bringing tea, silk and porcelain and other items back to the Western Regions from Da Zhou to resell, quite honest, and there are long-term cooperative merchants in Kyoto. But when it came to inquiry, they didn't know anything other useful information except that he knew that he was Boss Tong from the Western Regions. ”

Wen Xiang couldn't help but exclaim: "This person is really powerful, if he is a spy, he must be the most outstanding spy - I heard all the information about Da Zhou, but Da Zhou doesn't even know the true identity of the people." Little brother of the prince, it's very dangerous. ”

Song Nanzhou glanced at her gloating little appearance, and laughed: "It's quite dangerous." Although I don't know what the purpose of his previous visit to Da Zhou was, this time, his goal is very clear, don't you say? ”

Wen Xiang: "......"

As a target who had already been stolen once, she couldn't laugh.

……

In the depths of the dark mountain forest, there is a hidden cave with fire shining through.

The man who had fled for a day and a night wiped away the inconspicuous marks left on the trunk of the tree, and a flash of joy appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

He approached the cave silently, and before he could say anything, a voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

The man hurriedly removed the vines that covered the entrance of the cave, and the fire in the cave was extinguished.

"Lord." The man knelt on the ground in silence, waiting for the command of the person opposite.

The peculiar tone of the people from the Western Regions sounded unhurriedly: "What I handed you is still there?" ”

The man kneeling on the ground was the one who planned to leave the Great Zhou and return to the Western Regions with a wrench. And what he called the Lord was the one who snatched Wen Xiang and was known as Boss Tong.

The man took out the purse in his arms and handed it to him respectfully with both hands.

Boss Tong took the purse, opened it and looked at it, "Sure enough." ”

The piece of talisman that had been attached to the wrench was tattered and out of shape.

The man kneeling on the ground had amazing eyes, and naturally he saw it, and he hurriedly kowtowed: "Lord, my subordinates have never touched this purse all the way, and my subordinates really don't know why this is like this......"

Boss Tong raised his hand and interrupted the man's words: "This has nothing to do with you. What Da Wu said is indeed right, this spirit jade is a good baby. ”

His identity and whereabouts have always been secretive, and he has never made a mistake, and when he noticed that there was something wrong with the inn, he knew that there must be something wrong with this spirit jade, and it was the jade soul that escaped, which would cause him to be exposed.

Boss Tong frowned: "But she recognized the master, what can I do." ”

The original intention of the Great Witch was to bring her back to the Western Regions with her wrench, so that she would forget the past and choose a new master for their use.

But now there is such a mistake.

Boss Tong paced unhurriedly, his eyes flashed, and he laughed slowly, "Now that the matter is now, I can only take risks." ”

He told the man on the ground to get up, ordered him to come to him, whispered two quick words, and then the man quietly left the cave in the darkness of the night.

……

On this day, Song Nanzhou hurriedly came to the other courtyard, and he didn't even have time to drink saliva, so he asked Wen Xiang first: "Can you still see the stone baby in Concubine Yi's belly now?" ”

Wen Xiang was stunned for a moment before saying, "Now? Of course not. ”

She now exists in the form of a human being, and she doesn't have the superpower of clairvoyance.

Seeing Song Nanzhou frowning, he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, but what happened to Concubine Yi?" ”

"Concubine Yi Niangniang has vomited blood, Princess Qing said that she wanted to take out the stone baby in her abdomen by caesarean section as soon as possible, but it was ......" Song Nanzhou paused: "The stakes are very high, I am always a little relieved." ”

King Gong did not return, he promised him to take good care of Concubine Yi, if Concubine Yi Niangniang had something unexpected this time, what face would he have to see King Gong in the future?

Seeing him like this, Wen Xiang was also a little anxious: "If you want me to press the formation, you have to find the wrench back, so I can see it!" ”

Her role is X-ray, which can assist Princess Qing in surgery - of course, Princess Qing needs her assistance, it's hard to say.

As he was talking, Qingluan's voice outside sounded: "Master, Fuquan is here." ”

Song Nanzhou's eyes lit up, and he immediately got up and walked out.

A moment later, he returned, holding the snatched Blood Jade Wrench in his hand.

Wen Xiang also screamed in surprise, pounced on it and grabbed it: "Get it back!" ”

Without waiting for Song Nanzhou to speak, he immediately lay down on the bed: "Wait for me to go back to sleep first." ”

Song Nanzhou kept guarding, and after about half an hour, the blood jade wrench finger in his hand finally moved.

At this time, the old abbot on the bed showed no signs of waking up.

Wen Xiang couldn't help but be a little anxious, Song Nanzhou knew her worries, and ordered Qingluan to invite a doctor, and after the doctor diagnosed and treated the old abbot, he said that he was too old and had no good work, and he needed to recuperate.

Song Nanzhou did not skimp on silver and medicinal materials, and instructed the doctor to prescribe a prescription to regulate the old abbot's body.

After being so busy, he brought Wen Xiang into the palace.

Song Nanzhou entered the palace under the banner of asking for things for the Wuxiang camp, and Emperor Jing approved all the weapons and other things he asked for with a headache under his entanglement.

During this period, Wen Xiang's task was to carefully observe the stone baby in Concubine Yi's belly, and write down the size and location, so that it could be used as a reference for Princess Qing, who was the chief knife.

Wen Xiang also saw Princess Qing, thinking that she stayed in the Yihe Palace to take care of Concubine Yi Niangniang nearby, both of them are gentle and can talk together.

At least Wen Xiang had a smile in her eyes when she saw the two of them talking.

When Song Nanzhou was about to get something and was about to retire, Emperor Jing suddenly stopped him: "I plan to let Shen Yi return to Beijing, do you think it's okay?" ”

Wen Xiang saw that Song Nanzhou was almost undetectably stiff, and then pouted casually: "King Gong?" He is your son, whether you want him to come back or not, naturally you have the final say, is it possible that if I say that I will not allow him to come back, the imperial uncle will really not allow him to return to Beijing? ”

"You stinky boy, but you're still holding grudges?" Emperor Jing's face sank, "How old are you, why haven't you had the slightest room for people?" ”

"Who holds a grudge, this is what you said, I didn't say it." Song Nanzhou refused to admit it, "Besides, I think the border land is very good, he has been gone for so long, and he will definitely not get used to it when he returns to Kyoto, so it is better to stay in the border land and guard it for you." ”

"Nonsense!" Emperor Jing glared at him: "The border is bitterly cold, Shen Yi has been gone for many years, and he has suffered enough, and now his mother is also sick, and he is worried all the time——"

When Emperor Jing said this, he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Concubine Yi has never pleaded for King Gong, but in the end it is her son, and she misses him all the time, especially after knowing that she is seriously ill and probably has no chance of survival.

Emperor Jing inadvertently saw Concubine Yi carrying people on her back, holding the clothes that King Gong wore when she was a child, silently crying. In front of him, she never mentioned her son who was far away in the borderland, and only endured the pain of thinking about her son silently.

In addition, I recently received a letter from King Jin, and the soldiers and people in the border area respected King Gong very much, and the border land was run by King Gong as if it were his fiefdom.

When Emperor Jing received such a letter, his dissatisfaction overpowered his son's pride of being too capable, and he thought that he could no longer leave King Gong in the borderland. coincided with the opportunity of Concubine Yi's illness, Emperor Jing planned to recall people back to Beijing first, if he knew the current affairs, they would naturally be able to have a father and son, if he was still "obsessed with forming a party for personal gain", it would be no wonder that he was ruthless as a father.

Wen Xiang listened to Emperor Jing's words, and knew that he had actually made a decision in his heart, and asked Song Nanzhou, probably just casually.

Sure enough, without waiting for Song Nanzhou to say anything, Emperor Jing had already waved his hand impatiently: "Go back to the Wuxiang camp, take my money, and do a good job for me, otherwise, you will be my nephew, and I will also treat you for a crime of unfavorable affairs." ”

Song Nanzhou resigned with a reluctant face.

As soon as he left the palace, Song Nanzhou did not leave immediately, but waited.

Not long after, a fast horse from the palace galloped out in the direction of the city gate.

Song Nanzhou looked at the figure of the fast horse, smiled slightly, as if he had put down the big stone in his heart, and turned over on the horse with brisk steps.

……

When he rushed back to the courtyard, the old abbot had already woken up.

He didn't seem surprised to see Song Nanzhou, and after making a Buddhist salute to Song Nanzhou, his eyes fell on the warm incense on Song Nanzhou's thumb.

Wen Xiang was stunned by his old but compassionate eyes, this kind of compassion was mixed with a look that seemed to be clear and compassionate.

So the old abbot, he knew that there was an aggrieved and pitiful soul in this wrench, so he looked at her like this?

Wen Xiang was so sad and aggrieved by him that she almost burst into tears.

"Master Song, can you allow the old man to say a few words to this donor?" The old abbot asked.

In the room, there were two people, the old abbot and Song Nanzhou, as well as Wen Xiang's wrench.

The benefactor in the mouth of the old abbot, who else can there be besides warm incense?

Wen Xiang almost couldn't suppress her excitement and was about to speak, but Song Nanzhou raised his hand to suppress her, which meant to signal her not to mess around.

"Master Abbot, but I don't understand what he said, besides you and me, there are other people in this room?" Song Nanzhou pretended to be puzzled.

The old abbot was not angry or discouraged, but only recited the Buddha to Wen Xiang, "Is there anything uncomfortable about the donor?" ”

It's caring for her. Wen Xiang felt that it was very rude not to respond to people's genuine concern, so she ignored Song Nanzhou's obstruction and hurriedly said, "Thank you Master for your concern, I think it's good." ”

After speaking, he immediately asked: "At the city gate that day, it was the master who saved me, right?" ”

"But the effort of the hand can be regarded as the fate of the old man and the donor." The old abbot owed Wen Xiang a debt, "The donor is like this, it's very good." ”

So, how good?

Wen Xiang heard this, and almost doubted her ears - what is so good, she is a human being, inexplicably turned into a wrench, this wrench is also a strange and strange wrench, she can see things for a while, and she can change by her mind for a while, such a weird and terrifying thing has been encountered by her, what is this good?

Old abbot, don't think that if you saved me, I won't dare to turn my face with you!

"I don't think that's any good." Wen Xiang couldn't hold back her dissatisfaction: "Master, you must be very powerful if you can save me." Can you send me back to where I came from? If you can really help me, after I go back, I will immediately spend a lot of money to shape your golden body, and I will never slack off to worship you every day. It's true! I swear! ”

The old abbot shook his head at her apologetically: "The donor asked, but the old man can't do anything." ”

Wen Xiang's expectations were disappointed, and her mood instantly fell to the bottom.

Although she didn't speak, the old abbot seemed to notice her depression, and smiled gently and kindly: "This is the donor's chance, the donor doesn't need to be afraid, and there is no need to resist." ”

"Serendipity?" Wen Xiang flattened his mouth: "What kind of chance is this, can I not want such an opportunity?" ”

"All of them are fate." The old abbot smiled slightly, "I hope that the donor will cherish the fate, don't waste yourself any more." ”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Song Nanzhou deeply, "Amitabha." Master Song, Lao Wei also sends you a word - everything in this life is cause and effect in the previous life, but don't be obsessed too deeply, otherwise you will hurt others and yourself after all, and what you want will still be in vain. ”

After the old abbot said this, he did not stay any longer, but drifted away.

Song Nanzhou frowned, obviously not having a good impression of the old abbot's words, but he still ordered someone to personally escort the old abbot back to Huangjue Temple.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Wen Xiang was silent for a long time, Song Nanzhou opened his mouth to ask her.

"I'm thinking about the old abbot's words-" Wen Xiang also frowned: "He said to me, you have to cherish your fate, don't waste yourself again." Look at this reword, why does he use it? Could it be that I have been empty? ”

"These monks who claim to be eminent monks always like to say things in the clouds, but they just want others to think that they are unfathomable." Song Nanzhou spoke harshly and said lightly.

Wen Xiang's heart flickered, and she remembered the dream she had before.

That elderly version of Song Nanzhou cried in a sparse dream.

The old monk said to Song Nanzhou that everything in this life is cause and effect in the past life, and advised him not to be too obsessed - she always thought that the dream was a warning and something that would happen in the future.

If you think about it the other way around, that dream is not a warning, but something that has already happened - what is in the dream is Song Nanzhou in the previous life, what happened to Song Nanzhou in the previous life?

"Huh." Wen Xiang laughed: "How can there be such a ridiculous and strange thing, I must have thought too much." ”

It's just a strange dream, and it's also the old abbot, who inexplicably said something about the past and present life, which makes her think wildly.

Without waiting for Song Nanzhou to ask her what she thought too much, Wen Xiang hurriedly said: "I think what you said is very right, the old abbot just deliberately said something in the rain and fog to show that his Taoism is very profound, so that he can be sought after and worshipped." Okay, let's not talk about him first, let's talk about Concubine Yi's illness first, I can see it very clearly......"

Song Nanzhou's slightly uneasy thoughts were immediately left behind by him, "Are you going to draw it?" ”

"Or else?" Wen Xiang asked her, "Could it be that you want me to guide Princess Qing on the spot?" You're not afraid to scare her crazy? ”

Song Nanzhou thought about it, but he had another question: "What painting are you going to take?" ”

"Of course, it's a good hand ......painting," Wen Xiang's words also paused: "Yes, I'll become a human first—who is better?" ”