The night was dim, and Qianji seemed to know that Shangguan Qianqiu would come, she sat quietly on the steps of the door, looking at the bright moon in the sky, her eyes were confused.

Shangguan Qianqiu dragged his tired body to Xiaopi's house.

Qianji saw Shangguan Qianqiu coming from afar, and approached step by step.

Shangguan Qianqiu saw Qianji and was stunned: "Why are you still here so late?" As soon as Shangguan Qianqiu's words fell, he felt a soft body hugging him.

Shangguan Qianqiu's eyes widened, he took two steps back in disbelief, looked down, and looked at the woman who was grabbing his clothes and smelling the smell, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while, this feeling was as if you had just returned home, and the dog at home had been sniffing you with his nose.

"It smells so good." Qianji muttered lowly.

"What's so fragrant?" Shangguan Qianqiu asked.

"You smell good." Chiki, but the tone is serious.

Shangguan Qianqiu also knew that Qianji was talking about the fragrance of medicine on his body, and he didn't mean anything else, but when Shangguan Qingqiu heard Qianji say that the smell on his body was very fragrant, he felt a strange happiness in his heart.

Shangguan Qianqiu found in the diagnosis of Qianji that Qianji consciously forgot some things that he didn't want to remember, and this kind of conscious and selective forgetting is a kind of heart disease, and heart disease requires heart medicine.

There were no her parents or friends, and she had to deal with her heart disease on her own.

What makes Shangguan Qianqiu very curious is that among the things that Qianji wants to forget, including Qianji's two encounters with himself, is there some kind of connection between this?

Qianji has been in a stable mood these days, and is making an oil-paper umbrella with a medicinal fragrance.

Under the guidance of Shangguan Qianqiu, Qianji slowly recovered some vague memories of Shangguan Qianqiu, but when it came to the first meeting, after Qianji entered the compartment, Qianji suddenly pushed Shangguan Qianqiu away, and then took out a dagger out of nowhere to block it in front of him, staring at Shangguan Qianqiu with a nervous face.

What happened after the thousand machines entered the compartment? Wasn't her brother in that compartment? Isn't it? Shangguan Qianqiu seemed to think of something, his hand hit the wall on the side, and the blood on his hand slowly slipped down the crack in the stone, Qianji saw Shangguan Qianqiu's injured hand, and kept muttering in his mouth, Shangguan Qianqiu, Shangguan Qianqiu, some memories poured into his mind, some memories about this name.

Qianji's eyes were a little complicated when he looked at Shangguan Qianqiu, but when he saw Shangguan Qianqiu's injured hand, Qianji slowly stood up from the corner.

Qianji helped Shangguan Qianqiu clean up the wound and tie the bandage, her hands were very gentle, and she was decisive when cleaning the wound, Qianji not only cleaned it up but also did it quickly, and it didn't take five minutes to help Shangguan Qianqiu deal with the wound.

Shangguan Qianqiu looked at Qianji's skillful movements, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart, how could Qianji be so skilled in cleaning the wound?

Shangguan Qianqiu thought that Qianji once said that she had a brother, it must be that her brother loves to fight, always hurt, and asked her sister to bandage, Shangguan Qianqiu immediately made up for the picture that her brother is a gangster, always injured, and makes Qianji worry about the picture, well, the more Shangguan Qianqiu thinks about it, the more she thinks about it.

Shangguan Qianqiu reads a lot of books on heart disease every night, and consults a lot of people, Qianji can feel that Shangguan Qianqiu is trying to cure her illness very carefully, but she doesn't know that this is a trap, Shangguan Qianqiu is now hovering on the edge of the trap, and she is the maker of the trap, the spider hiding in the dark.

The oil-paper umbrella with the fragrance of Qianji's medicine is done, the oil-paper umbrella is white, and Qianji didn't draw anything, but there are three people engraved on the handle of the oil-paper umbrella, Xiaopi's grandmother, Xiaopi and Shangguan Qianqiu.

Early in the morning, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of Xiaopi's house, Qianji opened the door and slowly got into the carriage, in the carriage, Wan Ling saw Qianji's linen clothes, and frowned slightly: "Change clothes, it's painful to forget your memory, but after using it once, the medicine of ecstasy will be ineffective for you in the future, and this is not a loss." ”

"Master, apprentice understands." Qianji smiled slightly, very well-behaved, Wan Ling gently touched Qianji's head and said: "I heard that you played the piano well, I bought a piano and gave it to you, you should like it." ”

The carriage was heading towards Tianji Pavilion, and when Shangguan Qianqiu came to look for Qianji, she heard Xiaopi say that Qianji was gone, and she left a letter for herself.

Shangguan Qianqiu hurriedly opened the letter, and in the middle of the letter, there was a line of Xiujuan's font, which read: "Forget me, don't come to me,"

When Shangguan Qianqiu saw the letter, the whole person was in a trance, why didn't she look for her, was it because she was in danger? Then it's all the more important to find her.

So Shangguan Qianqiu used all his connections to frantically search for Qianji, and took the name Qianxiaoque to search for seven whole days, without any information.

It was as if Qianji had disappeared out of thin air, as if there was no such person in this world at all.

A friend of Shangguan Qianqiu mentioned: "Maybe this name is fake, the only surname in the whole capital is Qian, the wife of the prime minister, Qianluo, but this person died eight years ago, it is said that she had a daughter, but after her mother died, she suddenly disappeared, and now it has been eight years, in these eight years, there is no woman surnamed Qian in the capital, except for the Oiran of the Soft Fragrance Pavilion, Qianji girl, maybe she will know something?" ”

Thousand Machines Girl? He is not unfamiliar with this name, and many scholars talk about this new star Oiran, both in praise and in a derogatory sense.

Qianji has only been in Beijing for half a year, but her popularity has a faint tendency to overwhelm the Xueqin girl in Xueyue Pavilion, but fortunately, Qianji will retire for a period of time in a timely manner, otherwise she must be the person who will attack the whole capital Hualou.

Shangguan Qianqiu had the mentality of giving it a try, and planned to go to the Soft Fragrance Pavilion to inquire about the news.

At the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate, there is a black gold silk nanmu plaque, and there are three big characters 'soft incense pavilion' inscribed on it.

The veil hangs low, creating a hazy atmosphere, and the surrounding stone walls are all covered with brocade, which is extremely luxurious, and there are small sachets hanging on the curtain hooks, exuding a faint fragrance.

On a supported guqin, the pink gauze curtain brings in some petals from the window with the wind, gently brushing the strings, and bursts of cigarettes rise from the incense burner, wrapped in the gauze curtain.

Today, Qianji wears a red chest-length skirt, the upper body is red, and the red gradually turns white, which will not look gorgeous and tacky because of red, nor will it look too dull because of white.

The skirt is dotted with small milky orange flowers, which makes Qianji's more delicate.

Qianji put on the red veil and slowly walked out of the back room, Qianji never took off the veil in the flower building, and no one knew what kind of face Qianji had behind the white veil.

Even if you can't see Qianji's face, no one has ever questioned Qianji's beauty.

Because the veil is very thin, although the face cannot be seen clearly, the white and smooth face is indeed visible.

is also because of the mystery brought by the veil, and Qianji has all the fans of some people.

Qianji's forehead is white and flawless, and her eyes are large and bright, and when you look at those beautiful eyes for a long time, you will be attracted by the bewitching temperament in them.