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When Yechen heard the shock, his hand immediately stopped, where did he dare to move a point to Song Fanhua, he frowned, left the bed, walked to Han Zhen, and asked, "The sixth girl was injured last night?" ”

Han Zhi nodded, "Seriously injured, almost killed." ”

Yechen said, "Impossible. ”

Han Zhi chuckled, "Are you doubting my medical skills or doubting your opponent's strength?" He threw the glass porcelain cup on his fingertips into the air, and the cup was printed with a green wave flashing from the sunlight outside the window, the green wave covered his eyes, and there were countless starlights, Han Zhi squinted, and turned his hand to catch the cup that fell down.

Yechen copied a chair and sat across from him and asked, "Who hurt the sixth girl?" ”

Han Zhi raised his eyes to look at him, "I don't know." ”

Yechen touched his chin and wondered, "In Hengzhou, is there anyone who can beat her?" ”

Han Zhi snorted slightly, "Six girls are so powerful? There is no one in the whole Hengzhou who can beat her? How did I not know? ”

Yechen said, "You don't know if it's normal?" Have you ever counted how many times you've been out of the house throughout the year? ”

Han Zhi choked, squinted his eyes and smiled lightly, "It seems that I really have to go out for a walk in the future, I haven't been out of the house for a long time, and I don't know that the six girls in the Song Mansion are martial arts masters." ”

Yechen bowed his head, "There's a lot you don't know. ”

Han Zhi pursed his lips to look at him.

Yechen didn't look at him, frowned and began to worry, the sixth girl was so seriously injured, do you want to tell the young master? Before leaving, the young master confessed, don't contact him if there is no major incident in Hengzhou, because Kyoto is not as good as Hengzhou, and his situation is also very dangerous, and it is easy to cause trouble if the secret letter goes back and forth too often, Yechen thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that there was no need to report this matter, anyway, with Han Zhi here, Song Fanhua would not really be fine.

Yechen figured this out, his tangled eyebrows finally stretched, and he asked Han Zhen, "What are you doing here?" ”

Han Zhi raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What about you?" ”

Yechen said, "I came to ask about Song Shixian and Song Zhaozhao. ”

Han Zhi squinted and smiled, "I naturally came to see if my patient died." ”

Nightchen glared at him.

Han Zhi put down the cup and got up, walked to the side of the bed to observe Song Fanhua's situation, and when he turned around, Yechen was no longer there, Han Zhi was really speechless, this is leaving? Is he really not worried that Song Fanhua will die?

Han Zhi returned to the Han Mansion after watching Song Fanhua, in the Han Mansion, Mrs. Han was waiting for him, and when she heard that he was back, she immediately announced that someone was going to shout, Han Zhi was called to Mrs. Han's Deshou Garden, and as soon as she entered the garden gate, she shouted at the old man who was over 100 years old but energetic and persisted in writing with a bamboo pole brush as long as a meter high, "Grandmother." ”

Mrs. Han put one hand behind her back, wrote with one hand, and when she heard the voice, she didn't raise her head, but said, "Come here." ”

Han Zhi walked over with a smile.

Approaching, Mrs. Han asked, "Are you going to the Song Mansion again?" ”

Han Zhi said, "Go." ”

Mrs. Han asked, "Is Song Fanhua dead?" ”

Han Zhen's forehead twitched, "No." ”

Mrs. Han stopped the pen, raised her head slightly, and as soon as her head was raised, her old appearance was fully displayed, although she was over 100 years old, her hair was white, and her face was wrinkled, but her eyes were as clear as a cold pool, and she said, "It's strange that you don't die." ”

Han Zhi touched his chin and lowered his head, "Grandmother calculated that Song Fanhua couldn't escape this catastrophe?" ”

Mrs. Han lowered her head and continued to write, not answering.

Han Zhi was suddenly bored, "Grandmother, it's not happy for you to hide your grandson like this." ”

Mrs. Han asked, "What's upset about you?" She snorted lightly, "Grandmother can't figure it out, I'm not happy in my heart, you still want to ask, can I give you an answer when you ask about something that makes me embarrassed?" ”

Han Zhen's eyes narrowed, "So, grandmother lost her hand on Song Fanhua?" ”

Old Lady Han nodded, "Yes." ”

Han Zhi smiled suddenly, "This is interesting, my grandmother is from the Lu family, and she is used to seeing life and death, yin and yang, if you want to say that there is anyone in this world that you can't decide, it should be the Lu family and the royal family, right?" But this Song Fanhua, what kind of person is she, she actually made her grandmother lose her hand. He sighed twice and said, "Grandmother can't be a human being who has degenerated from old skills, right?" ”

Mrs. Han picked up the pen and hit him, "Unfilial grandson!" ”

Han Zhi ran away with a smile, jumped up the wall with a flying column, and said to Mrs. Han, "Although my grandmother is old, she is still as beautiful as a flower." ”

Mrs. Han was angry and laughed, she wanted to be angry but couldn't get angry, so she had to glare at him and said, "In the future, you go to see Song Fanhua and do your best, grandmother has broken so many people's lives in her life, and only two people have not broken it, one is Duan Xiao and his mother, and the other is Song Fanhua, the people of Hengzhou all say that Duan Xiao and his mother are dead, and even Duan Xiao himself probably thinks that she is dead, but in fact, her life is the same as Song Fanhua's life, and life and death are not clear." ”

Han Zhi pouted, "In other words, Duan Xiao's mother is not dead." ”

Mrs. Han said, "It's possible." ”

Han Zhi stood on tiptoe, leaned down, and lay on the high wall, he looked up at the sky, squinted and said, "Yunsu has come to Hengzhou." ”

Old Mrs. Han snorted, "It's rude to come and see me." ”

Han Zhi sneered, "When he comes, you also bow down to him." ”

Old Mrs. Han choked, glared at her grandson again, and asked, "How is Shen Han?" ”

Han Zhi said, "Raise it." ”

Old Mrs. Han snorted, and said, "Don't tell Lu Zhiyan about Song Zhaozhao, he is not suitable for emotion now, as soon as his feelings move, his thoughts will be scattered, and in the past few days, it has finally made him clear his heart and few desires, except for the seven thoughts, if he commits it again, it will be a failure." ”

Han Zhi nodded, "Sun Er understands." ”

Old Lady Han waved her hand, "You can go and tinker with your medicine man." ”

Han Zhi laughed, his body was like a gust of wind, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Song Fanhua was pressed by Han Zhi with nine needles to suppress the acupoints, and this lay down for most of the month, and in this half month, Song Shixian's injury was healed, depressed all day long, drinking and buying drunk, Qi Yan was impatient day and night, Song Zhaozhao avoided in the room and did not dare to go out, and occasionally secretly carried everyone behind his back to wash his face with tears, Song Minghui asked Chen Yi to take her to Chenjia Village once, and let Aunt Hua treat her migraine, Liu Xianxian built a temple for Liu Shaoqi to pay homage to incense, and his statue was enshrined in the temple, Yunsu went to Hanfu and took Shen Han away, Lu Zhiyan cultivated the long-lost Yin and Yang technique of the Lu family.

Half a moon later, on the eve of August 15, Song Fanhua woke up.

Huanzhu and Lu Pei were overjoyed, crying with joy, crying and laughing around the bedside, and asked one after another, "Does Miss feel uncomfortable?" ”

Song Fanhua looked at the Yahuan in front of her and said softly, "I'm a little thirsty." ”

Lu Pei immediately went to pour water.

Huanzhu pushed the door out and told Song Minghui, Song Qingjiao and Song Zhaozhao of this great news.

As soon as the three girls heard that Song Fanhua had woken up, they hurried over in the night.

Song Qingjiao rushed to the side of the bed, watched Song Fanhua open her eyes, and her eyes were red, "You can wake up, if you don't wake up, the third sister won't marry." ”

Song Fanhua grinned and pulled a not-so-good-looking smile, "I'm fine." ”

Song Qingjiao scolded, "You said that you were okay at this time, why didn't you say that it was okay when you were lying there?" ”

Song Minghui glanced at her, stretched out her hand to push her behind her, lowered her head and asked Song Fanhua, "I've slept for so long, I should be hungry, I'll let the kitchen get some food." ”

Song Fanhua nodded.

Song Minghui asked Aunt Chen to go to the kitchen to inform him to prepare meals, and asked Dong Yan to invite Han Zhi, Han Zhi came over, saw Song Fanhua woke up, didn't say much, received nine needles and left, before leaving, Song Minghui called him, handed him the 30,000 silver ticket earlier, and said, "Thank you Mr. Han for taking care of me these days, otherwise, the sixth sister is afraid that she will not wake up so early." ”

Han Zhi glanced at her, looked up with a smile, looked at Song Fanhua on the bed, looked at him for a while, retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand to take the money, and said, "If Miss Song Liu has something to do in the future, you can come to me." ”

With that, he twisted his head and left.

Song Fanhua squinted, as soon as the nine needles were put away, she was able to move, she sat up and moved her wrists, it's okay, move her waist again, it's okay, move her legs again, it's okay, she pushed away the quilt and got out of bed, went to the courtyard, stretched out her hand to twist a leaf that fell from the tree, secretly stored palm power to exert power, the muscles and veins were not painful or stiff, the qi traveled all over the body, and the strength was completely recovered.

Song Fanhua put her mind at ease.

Song Minghui, Song Qingjiao, and Song Zhaozhao walked into the courtyard.

Song Fanhua looked up at the moonlight on the zenith, and when the three girls came beside her, she asked aloud, "Have I been lying down for a long time?" ”

Song Minghui said, "There is more than half a month. ”

Song Fanhua looked at the disc-like moon and sighed, "It's been so long, no wonder the moon is so round." ”

Song Minghui, Song Qingjiao, and Song Zhaozhao also looked up at the moon when they heard her say this.

Song Qingjiao said, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how can the moon not be round." ”

Song Fanhua muttered, "It turns out that it's the Mid-Autumn Festival." She didn't know that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, she was still in Hengzhou, and she still remembered that Duan Xiao invited her to admire the moon that day, she said that the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15 was the real moon appreciation, and she said casually at that time because she guessed that it was very likely that she was no longer in Hengzhou in August, but the fact was the opposite, she was still there in August, but the man who invited her to admire the moon was gone.

Duan Xiao was far away in Kyoto, standing under the eaves of the mansion with his hands in his hands, and he was also looking at the moon.

Wufang stood behind him and whispered, "Young Master, Miss Runing is here again." ”

Duan Xiao sighed slightly and asked, "Wufang, did you say that the moon in Kyoto is the same as the moon in Hengzhou?" ”

There is no way, "self is the same." ”

Duan Xiao frowned, "How do I feel different." ”

Wufang glanced at him and said, "Young Master, you want Song Fanhua, right?" ”

Duan Xiao squinted, retracted his gaze, flicked his sleeves and walked down the steps, and asked him, "How many times has Miss Lu visited?" ”

Wufang stretched out five fingers.

Duan Xiao said, "Please let her in." ”

No one asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Duan Xiao turned his head and glared at him coldly, "Where did you say you should be invited?" ”

There is no way, "How do I know where you want to meet Miss Lu, young master, in terms of identity, Miss Lu is far above you, young master, if you ask me to invite her to the pavilion, it will be too cold, and it will make people think that you are short-sighted and ungenerous." ”

Duan Xiao snorted coldly, "You are so good at saying that, then you will meet me for me." ”

Wufang was stunned, "Huh? ”

Duan Xiao straightened his thin sleeves and raised his eyebrows slowly, "You're right, I miss Song Fanhua a little bit, so tonight, I won't see any woman." ”