In the meditation room, sandalwood is swirling.

The two sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Let's go down." Abbot Wuyou held a rosary in his hand and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes." The little monk bowed slightly, closed the door and left.

On the small table of red sandalwood, place the green jade medicine bottle steadily, and the bottom end of the medicine bottle is slightly wet with rain.

Qi Liang argued and sipped the hot tea slightly, his throat was jerky, and he couldn't help frowning.

Wuyou stroked his white beard and looked at the man with a kind smile.

"My lord, are you not used to drinking?"

Qi Liangzheng glanced at the jade bottle, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly, "It's okay." ”

"The green buds on the double are extremely rare, and the poor monks get them by chance, so don't ......dislike them," Wuyou twisted the rosary and said slowly.

The young man's jaw is slightly raised, and his eyes are facing it.

"Don't dare. The abbot invited me to come, why did he come? ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk is a person in the Buddhist sect, and the matter of red dust should not be involved, but can be entrusted by people......"

Qi Liang was noncommittal, "The master is highly respected, and this person must be extraordinary." ”

Wuyou did not make a defense, and took out an object from his sleeve and placed it on the small table.

Make a crisp sound.

The jade pendant is yellow and moist throughout, the texture is high-quality, and the carved moire is as good as it is, and it is realistic and shapeless.

Qi Liangzheng's eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was cold, "Master, what do you mean?" ”

Wuyou's face was calm and waveless, and he said lightly, "The noble person sends jade, and I hope the lord will accept it with a smile." ”

The tea fragrance enters the nose and is extremely astringent.

"It's a pity that Liang Zheng has no jade in his heart, and prefers silver money, this jade ...... Not accepted. ”

"Amitabha, adults are extremely intelligent, and they must know the weight of jade."

Shao Young laughed, "Yuzhong? But I prefer money. ”

"Adults are young and promising, and they also know that it is easy to fall heavy when climbing high, and they don't ask for a foot in their lives."

Qi Liangzheng raised his eyebrows lightly, his slender fingers slid over the table, and pinched the green jade bottle next to the jade pendant in the palm of his hand, warm and cool.

"The master's words are wrong, I only need seven feet."

Wuyou's eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't persuade each other.

"Amitabha."

——

Ying Zhichu returned to Sikong Mansion with the carriage, everything in the mansion was the same, and it was not too fluctuating, she saw this scene, and an inexplicable feeling rose in her heart.

In the end, it was the soft water with red eyes that caught a glimpse of her and led her into the lady's boudoir.

Ying Zhichu stood outside the door, not knowing how to refuse for a while.

"Where do you stand, Miss wants to see you." Roushui glanced at him resentfully and urged.

"Where's your young lady?"

"You won't know when you come in." Roushui glared at her and stepped into the room first.

The girl's boudoir wafted out a rich fragrance of flowers, Ying Zhichu covered her nose slightly, took the lead to the window, and through the screen, she vaguely saw the person lying on the bed.

Roushui whispered beside her, her voice soft, "Miss, Mr. is here, wake up." ”

Sikong Yao was unconscious and indifferent to his soft shouting.

Ying Zhichu stood three feet away, not daring to step forward.

"Come here!" Roushui snorted at her, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Your young lady is seriously ill, don't ask the doctor to ask me to do anything." Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her voice was cool.

"If it weren't for you, would my young lady be like this?" Roushui stomped her feet in a hurry.

Ying Zhichu's eyes flashed with disdain, "You master and servant, is it really over if you are one of them?" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Rou Shui's face was flushed with anger, and she hurriedly confessed, "Who wants to slander you, if you didn't ask my young lady, how could she be like this?" ”

"Shall I ask her out?" Ying Zhichu looked at himself in wet clothes and smiled coldly, "It looks really." ”

"You, didn't you ask my young lady to go to the suburbs?"

"Boring." Ying Zhichu turned around and walked outside, where she couldn't stay for a moment.

"Don't go!" The soft water took two steps forward and grabbed her sleeve.

Ying Zhichu looked sideways slightly, already annoyed.

The placket of the hand was extremely wet and sticky, Roushui was slightly stunned, blushing and muttering in a low voice, "If you run around like this, you will get sick when you go out, you are waiting here." ”

Ying Zhichu held his forehead with one hand, speechless in his heart, and watched the little girl rummaging around in the closet.

She wanted to leave, but hesitated.

After a while, Rou Shui hugged a plain robe of crow blue, and said awkwardly, "Go outside and change into it." ”

"I don't wear other people's clothes." Ying Zhichu glanced at it, with a look of disgust.

"You don't know what to do! This, this is what my young lady personally did......" Rou Shui retorted in a red voice, and her voice was already low when she said the last sentence.

Ying Zhichu tilted her head slightly, her eyes were inquiring, "You master and servant are really ......" She leaned close to the soft water to take away the robe, and whispered softly, "Sichun." ”

"You!" Roushui glared at her angrily, but it was difficult to chase after her.

……

There was a white jade bottle on the dressing table, and the stopper had faded off, revealing the white paste inside.

"Isn't it my lady you dated?" The soft water fingers were dipped in the ointment, and the boy was gently rubbed against the wound.

Ying Zhichu put one hand on his cheek, "What do I ask her to do?" Is she frail and sickly? ”

"My young lady is very good, she is the best young lady in the world." As soon as Roushui's voice was mentioned, the strength in his hand became a little heavier.

"Sss Ying Zhichu gasped, but his palm obediently did not move.

Roushui's fingers trembled slightly, guilt flashed in her eyes, and she rubbed the medicine with her eyes down, no longer silent.

"Hmph, stupid girl." Ying Zhichu stared at her little face and chuckled.

Roushui raised her head suddenly, her eyes wide open, and she couldn't understand what she meant.

Ying Zhichu looked at her and said word by word: "I didn't ask her, and others didn't ask her, she ...... herself."

"You mean my young lady?" Roushui shook her head, with a look of disbelief, "Impossible, my young lady is by no means a frivolous person." ”

"When she wakes up, you can just ask." Ying Zhichu withdrew his hand that had wiped the medicine and took a white cloth to wrap it finely.

Roushui watched her clumsy movements, poked his cuffs with her fingertips, and saw that he didn't react, so she couldn't help but grab the white cloth and wrap it for her.

Ying Zhichu lowered his eyes, looking at this hard-hearted girl, as if he remembered the shadow......

Her heart softened, and she considered her mouth, "Don't worry, Sikong's family is wealthy, and he will be able to find a famous doctor to treat your young lady." ”

"My young lady has a heart disease," Roushui sucked the tip of her nose, and the tears in her eyes were about to fall, she hurriedly diverted the topic, "Tossing for so long, are you hungry?" I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat. ”

The little girl hid her face and ran out.

Ying Zhichu shook his head slightly and walked gently to the woman's bed.

The girl's face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and she was lying on the bed in white clothes, like a withered flower.

After two glances, most of the anger in Ying Weaving's heart disappeared.

"If I hadn't said anything pitiful, you wouldn't have been confused for a while." She struggled to tuck the horned girl with one hand.

Sikong Yao's eyes moved slightly, and when he gradually opened them, he saw Ying Zhichu's surprised face.

She looked at Ying Zhichu's wrapped left hand, was silent in a daze, and only slowly spoke after a while, "Tomorrow, let's teach." ”

"What?" Ying Zhichu's face was full of doubts and asked softly.

Sikong Yao stared at the hanging curtains, and her tone was quiet, "I want to change Mr." ”

"I didn't want to be your husband." Ying Zhichu's eyes narrowed, and he returned his mouth.

"You!" Sikong Yao had a slight anger on his face, and then he caught a glimpse of the young man's left hand wrapped into a dumpling, his eyes were tangled, and he seemed to admit defeat, "What happened that day, I cheated on me, and I hope that Mr. will have a lot." ”