Seven days later, Qin Buxian took a three-hundred-mile urgent package from the Dijing Station, pushed me to the couch without saying anything, and then began to pick up my clothes.

"What are you going to do?" Ben Wang blushed.

She calmly opened the package: "For the time being, it is used to seal your knife edge, and it is not a way to always bleed." ”

"Ancient Southern God Glue?"

Qin Buxian's eyebrows rose, as if in disbelief: "Do you remember?" ”

I said, "A doctor once told the king that Gunan has a divine glue, and when applied to festering skin, new flesh and skin can grow, and the reborn skin is almost the same as the skin on the human body. ”

She nodded, opened the package with three layers inside and three layers outside, and took out a palm-sized celadon cup. I thought it was the legendary magic glue inside, but when I opened the lid of the cup, I didn't see the imaginary magic glue, but found that a worm slowly crawled out of it: the insect was half an inch long, the whole body was snow-white, the head of the insect could not see the eyes, only the two tentacles emitted a light blue light that flickered and flickered.

Qin Buxian gently pinched it out and placed it on the knife edge of my heart, and the insect stretched out very spiritually, and then lowered its head to find the blood and began to squirm.

I felt a slight pain in my heart that seemed to be gnawing, and my eyes widened to look closely, and I realized that it was indeed the worm that was eating the carrion at the edge of the knife.

"It has to eat enough before it can be glued, and your wound is long and deep, and it takes two or three hours to come and go back and forth at the end of the month. You can sleep first, and I will ask General Xu to come and guard you. Qin Buxian said.

I quickly got up and pulled her back, the movement was too big, and the insect in the heart socket was suddenly unstable, and it was thanks to its quick mouth to bite my flesh that it would not be thrown down. The king looked down and found that this insect seemed to have a temper, and the two blue light tentacles rose and fell, and hit me very mercilessly.

Qin Buxian pushed me down and said unhappily: "What are you doing when you get up?" ”

The king smiled, and said without shame: "I'm not sleepy now, don't go, talk to me for a while." ”

Qin Buxian said: "I have other things to be busy with, if there is anything to talk about another day." ”

So, with the reluctance of this king, half an hour later, the one sitting in front of me became Xu Guangguang.

Vice General Xu was very interested in this bug: "It looks so beautiful. ”

The king looked at the handwritten book of the monk in his hand, and sneered: "That's it." ”

The worm's tentacles were stunned, and it fell down rapidly, picking on the raw flesh and biting and beating, hoping to pierce my heart along the edge of my knife.

Xu Guang's eyes were shining: "It understands human speech?!" ”

This king also began to be surprised, stunned for a moment, and deliberately added: "Why did your father and mother make you so ugly?" ”

The insect was in a hurry, and just now it was still squirming unhurriedly, and when it heard this, it immediately ran around my wound, biting as it ran, and only stopped and continued to work after venting, but the place where it had bitten turned into a pattern......

The corners of Xu Guangguang's mouth twitched, and he pointed to the pattern and said, "Your Highness, it seems to have bitten one on it...... Wang VIII. ”

Bite the king eight.

Bite the king.

This king is the eighth king.

This insect makes this king angry and doesn't hit one place, if it weren't for the fact that it would have to spit out glue to seal my wound later, I would have killed it with one palm now.

Qin Buxian didn't know where he went, and he didn't come back until the evening, at this time, my heart had been sealed by the divine glue, and I couldn't see any difference from before, and the insect also crawled back into the celadon cup, drooping two tentacles, and fell asleep.

I brought two pots of osmanthus wine, picked up a roast chicken, and asked Qin Buxian: "The moonlight on the roof is very beautiful, do you want to sit on it and chat?" ”

She nodded and followed me to the roof, but after sitting down, the king didn't know what to say for a while, and the atmosphere was a little awkward, so I could only lead the topic to the insect today: "What is the name of this worm, and where did you get it?" ”

She glanced at me casually, then at the moon, and said shallowly: "It was raised for me by an elder in the former sect, and he named this insect Xiaolan." ”

"But its body is white, why isn't it called Xiaobai?"

Qin Buxian took the wine, with a smile in his eyes: "That elder said that there is a kind of essence in this world called 'Lifting Bar Essence', if you name it 'Xiaobai', someone will definitely ask you why you don't call it 'Xiaolan'." It seems that His Royal Highness also has a deep understanding of the essence of raising the bar, so in one sentence. ”

"Ahem...... You just said that this worm was raised by an elder in the sect? For some reason, the first word that came to my mind was "Uncle Shi", so I simply asked my doubts, "But the Uncle named Yin Jiu you mentioned?" ”

"Well, it's him." Qin Buxian's words were very clean and very frank, like a beam of white moonlight in the wind of this night, so that I couldn't bear to associate the "uncle" in her mouth with the indulgent and bastard king in her dream.

But I realized that something was wrong, and a bad premonition slowly came to my heart: "Why would he raise this kind of bug for you?" Do you have wounds on your body that can't heal and need to be sealed with magic gel? ”

When she heard this, her body froze, and she suddenly stopped talking, and some wine spilled out.

This reaction confirmed the speculation in my mind, and I looked at her, frowned, and asked, "Where have you been hurt?" ”

After a long time, she raised a brisk smile, so brisk that it passed away in a flash, and even the wind did not catch it: "It is good that you think that I am a person who grows up without guilt and tender flesh." ”

The word "fine skin and tender meat" made my heart ache.

Yes, I've used the word fine skin and tender meat to describe her a few times.

When I returned from the south and drank in the palace, I condescendingly looked at her and forced her: "Lord Qin is in his twenties, with a fine skin and tender meat, what means can he taste?" How many of the top 10 tortures have you tasted? ”

In front of the Guandi Temple, the wonton noodle stall, I said thorny and wanton ridicule: "I see it from your arrogant temperament, unkindness, fine skin and tender meat, and unparalleled beauty." …… Look at him, the wind and food and sleeping in the open have turned into wrinkles and written on his face, you think about yourself, think about the past years, whether you lived a fairy life. ”

I never thought that this kind of person would have experienced a hard life, if it weren't for seeing this insect and knowing its origin, this king would have been so safe and sound from birth to death.

"Envy," I sighed, "can you tell me how you got hurt?" ”

She smiled dumbly, tilted her head, and showed an expression of watching the play: "Do you want to listen?" ”

"Hmm."

Her eyes were faint, and she didn't have a look of great distress and compassion, and her whole person was so safe that when she told her young experience in an unhurried or even brisk tone, it took me a long time to correspond the girl in the story with Qin Buxian in front of me.

In the twenty-sixth year of the Jin Kingdom, the winter solstice, the southern country on the territory of the Central Plains continent, returned to the Great Jin in one day.

Qin Buxian fled south with his mother, originally wanting to cross the big river on the border between South and Ningxia, but along the way, the officers and soldiers pursued him, entangled and robbed, and his mother was already in poor health, and finally left for the west. She was alone in exile in the captured southern country, and during those years she barely had enough to eat.

The blow and destruction of the spiritual wall brought by the war to the defeated country is far deeper and more painful than the destruction of the city wall and the collapse of the defenses, and the same is true of the southern country. For a period of time, the world in the south is declining, and people's hearts are quite similar to ghosts, evil intentions are raging, and evil thoughts are endless.

How miserable is a young girl in this environment?

She once moved three truckloads of charcoal to Shopkeeper Li of Dongjie Restaurant on a snowy day, but Shopkeeper Li bullied her, and finally only threw her a cold steamed bun, she carried the steamed bun, knelt in the snow and picked up charcoal crumbs little by little, and after half an hour, she finally picked up two pockets to make a fire for an hour, but she could barely stand up from the cold on her knees;

She said that she had found an errand in a storytelling house in the south of the city, and the storyteller provided free tea to the booksellers, so she made a boiling water girl in it, but she boiled water in the bookstore's room for a month, and only changed thirty copper plates, who knew that she had just received the money and went out to meet a strong beggar, and before she could react, the money bag was taken away, and the beggar saw that she was also pitiful, so she left three copper plates;

Later, she heard that Sister Zhang's family on Huanxi Street opened a dyeing workshop, where she could pick ten jars of water for a square cloth, so she diligently picked up water for half a year, but Sister Zhang only cut a small piece of cloth for her on the grounds that she was still young and didn't use much fabric, and she sewed it for a day to use all the leftovers, and reluctantly made a short dress, but the clothes were fine to wear in summer, and she was afraid that she would freeze to death in the corner of the wall in winter-so she went to carry charcoal again, took the steamed buns given by the shopkeeper Li, and went to the Chengnan Storytelling Hall to boil water, and roasted a fire by the way.

If the physical pain and injury are like the four seasons of reincarnation, the change of spring and summer, and the cold and unbearable winter will pass, then the psychological torture and temptation are like the abyss, swamp, and hell, and there is no turning back if you make a mistake.

"The hardest time was probably when I was targeted by the boss who ticked the fence. I washed my face by the dock behind Xiaomenglou, and I was taken by the boss there, who said that I looked very good, and I could be an Oiran in Xiaomenglou after two years. During that time, the boss entertained me with good tea and food every day, and he didn't even let me do physical work, for fear that I would add other scars to my body. ”

"You...... Will you follow her wishes? I asked cautiously, and palpitations welled up uncontrollably in my heart—I realized in hindsight that I was afraid, afraid to hear her answer in the affirmative, not because I didn't mind that she wasn't perfect, but because I was afraid that she had been tortured, that she had been disrespected by the wicked men.

"It's impossible not to be moved, Cang Liao knows etiquette, food and clothing are enough and knows honor and disgrace, you may not understand what it is like for people who have not eaten enough for a long time and are not warm to see brocade clothes and jade food in front of them. I was close to saying yes. ”

Qin Buxian's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, Yun smiled lightly, looked at the moonlight and said: "But fortunately, when there was no change in my family, my father cultivated my character a lot. So after eating and drinking for a few days, he found a rainy night, avoided the boss, jumped down from the upstairs and ran, twisting his feet and not daring to stop. ”

"So ......"

"That's why I said that I wasn't as easy as you thought I was when I was young, and I wasn't lying to you. When Uncle Shi found me, I had been living in this environment for six years, and I still had a good piece of flesh and skin on my body. He saw that I was pitiful, and spent a lot of money to buy this little blue, and only a year later did he glue all the wounds on my body for me. Beneath the fine skin and tender flesh you see now is a scene full of scars. ”