The latter sentence she said to the monk and the Taoist.

"Actually, your Jia family has a kind of treasure, one to get rid of evil spirits, two to cure unjust diseases, and three to know good and bad—" The monk said.

"I know what you're talking about, isn't it the piece of jade on my brother's body, but that piece of jade is long gone, so you can't let my brother spit out another piece from his mouth." Yingchun said impatiently.

"Ouch, Second Miss, don't you know, Baoyu is 'Baoyu', he was originally made of stubborn stones, and that piece of jade has always been in Jiafu."

"That piece of jade will find its own master, and it won't leave Jiafu." The leper monk said.

When Yingchun heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said, "If I find that piece of jade, will there be hope for my sister's illness?" ”

She knew that Ma Daopo was troubled back then, and Baoyu and Sister Feng almost died, and it was all up to the monks and Taoists to save their lives with that piece of jade.

The lame Taoist priest was silent for a while, and then said: "Second Miss, do you know, you forcibly change the ending again and again - you are not afraid of anything - but do you know, this book is a magnificent masterpiece, but if you change it like this, it will become a mediocre reunion ending, losing the effect of making people feel nostalgic, and there is no warning effect, that is to say, if you change it like this, it will completely lose its value-"

"Are you sarcastic about me?" Yingchun suddenly sank his face: "Yes, I wrote online articles before I came here, and they were all unfinished, but I just want to write according to the ending I like, believe it or not, I will burn this broken temple now, what a stunning masterpiece, mediocre, I don't care!" ”

"Second Miss thinks too much, thinks too much, cough cough, you go back to find that piece of jade, and then get it here, the two of us think of a way, the eldest miss will not be in danger before Chinese New Year's Eve, Second Miss does not need to be anxious for the time being!" The man said hurriedly.

When Yingchun heard this, he sneered and snorted.

At this moment, there was a neighing of a horse at the door.

When Sun Shaozu heard this neighing, his face showed a look of surprise, and he hurriedly walked to the door, but saw his jujube red horse standing at the door.

At this moment, the snow has cleared, and the snow on the ground has melted a lot, and the thick snow that was more than a foot deep is now only two inches past the horse's hooves.

This horse was so spiritual that he came to find his master.

"Let's go back first, they won't know how to find us in a hurry!" Sun Shaozu said to Yingchun.

Yingchun nodded. It's time to go back.

When the monks and Taoists saw that they were willing to leave in the spring, their hearts were relieved.

Yingchun came to the door, Sun Shaozu helped her onto the horse, and after saying goodbye to the monks and Taoists, she also got on the horse.

The horse carried the two of them slowly in the snow, and gradually disappeared from the vision of the two monks.

"You know, I'm not a spirit, but it's really not the same spring that used to be." Yingchun whispered to Sun Shaozu behind him.

"I didn't say what kind of spirit you are," Sun Shaozu's tone was a little anxious: "I don't understand a word of what you said, and I don't plan to understand it, it's good that you are like this now, what does it matter if it is the previous Spring Festival!" ”

Yingchun heard him say this truthfully, and his heart moved slightly.

"If—" Yingchun said two words slowly, but stopped again.

"What if?" Sun Shaozu asked anxiously.

Yingchun was about to continue, but saw a team of people in the distance opposite.

"Lord Sun, Lord Sun!" The generals led by him recognized Sun Shaozu and this jujube red horse, and greeted him excitedly!