Sikong Shu looked at the little flower: "It was given to me by the king of Xichuan, I gave him the topographic map of Xichuan, and he gave me this flower, and there is a fake flower that is very similar to it, just under the sandy soil in the center of the Xichuan Desert."

Lian Zhou was slightly surprised: "Xichuan topographic map? Desert lotus? She looked at Sikong Shu, "It turns out that these are all here with Mr. ”

Sikong Shu smiled lightly: "Your father handed me the topographic map of Xichuan before he died, and I later gave it to the king of Xichuan to exchange for the desert lotus, I heard that this thing can save lives, but your father went one step ahead before I transplanted the desert lotus, so this flower stayed here, because the king of Xichuan and I have a friendship, so I released the news to make others think that the desert lotus is in the desert, but in fact, you said that in addition to the cactus, which flower will bloom in the desert?" ”

After he finished speaking, Lian Zhou hurriedly asked, "Can the gentleman give me this flower?" ”

"Do you need to be?"

"Yes, Mr. Sikong, I have a very important friend who is dying and needs to be treated by the Desert Lotus, if you can give me this flower, no matter what you ask, I will do my best for you."

"Silly child," Sikong Shu smiled slightly, "This flower originally belonged to your father, I won't refuse if you need it, and what else do you ask, but what you don't know is that the desert lotus can only be transplanted once, I have already moved it once, if it is moved again, the flower will inevitably wither, and it will not be able to save people." ”

"How's that to be?"

Sikong Shu's eyebrows were clear: "Send the person you want to save here to recuperate." ”

Lian Zhou was overjoyed when he heard this, thought of something, and said, "But in this way, Mr.'s whereabouts will be known to the world, disturbing Mr.'s pure ......."

"It's a trivial matter to let people interfere with it compared to human life, not to mention," Sikong Shu took out a letter from the clothes on his chest, "Lan Ting wrote to me asking me to go to Xuanyin, and it's time for me to go see her." ”

After saying this, Sikong Shu reached out and dusted off the white petals on his clothes, stood up, and Lian Zhou also got up, his smile was clean and beautiful under the petals in the sky: "Child, I am a person who does whatever I want, I am gone, cherish." ”

After walking a few steps, the two pets also followed, Sikong Shu remembered something, turned back to Lian Zhou and said: "Tell the prime minister's son for me, say that I am gone, and don't call me Mr. in the future, I am like a brother to your father, if you see me in the future, call me Uncle Sikong." ”

He is like a cloud of smoke, invading life with a convulsive but not disturbing attitude, and withdrawing at the most wonderful time, although it is less than an hour of getting along, but it makes people nostalgic and admirable.

Mr. Sikong, cherish.

Lian Zhou walked back to the room and found Meng Hui lying on the table, already asleep.

Lian Zhou touched his forehead, the fever subsided, and his face was a little pale, but there was no sickly flush anymore.

I think I'm tired.

Meng Hui suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp, guarded eyes softened when he saw Lian Zhou's face.

"Where's Mr. Sikong?" Meng asked back.

"Gone." Lian Zhou replied.

Lian Zhou said again, "You go back." ”

"What?"

"I don't need you to go to the Xichuan Desert, Gu Jichu I will ask Cheng Qingjian to send someone to take the antidote, you can go back."

Meng Hui said, "I have already sent someone to find the Desert Lotus?" ”

"What?"

Meng Hui suddenly stood up: "Just find that flower in the center of the Xichuan Desert, you can save Zhong Liyu immediately." “

Lian Zhou said: "Didn't you say that your father detained your people? Are you lying to me again? ”

"If not, would you have been with me for so long? Will you take care of me? ”

"You bastard!" Lian Zhou looked at him angrily.

——

It was raining, and the mountain road was difficult to walk, Lian Zhou looked at Meng Hui's pale and sick face, and said, "Hey, I don't care about you, I just don't want you to die on the way back, so that your father won't be bad luck looking for me at this critical juncture." ”

Meng looked back at her and smiled: "Well, I know." ”

At night, Meng Hui turned over and got up, and said to Lian Zhou, who was sitting by the window, "You go to bed." ”

Lian Zhou was lazy and ignored him.

This is Sikongshu's house, and there is only one bed in the room.

Meng Hui went to bed and lay down for a while, the bed was warmed, and then called Lianzhou over, but she was unmoved.

Meng Hui approached her and took her hand, as expected, Lian Zhou's hand flicked, Meng Hui's hand that was thrown off stopped in mid-air, changed direction and knocked on the side, hitting the back of her neck.

Meng Hui picked up the fainted Lianzhou and walked to the bed.

Her body is very light, on the bed, her small body curled up together, her eyebrows are slightly wrinkled on her palm-sized little face, and after bathing, she is wearing a light white dress, which looks particularly cute.

Meng Hui took off his shoes, went to bed, and gently hugged her in his arms.

At that moment, Meng Hui's heart was peaceful and tranquil as it had never been, it was stormy outside, and he was in a warm room, holding the woman he loved, and was about to fall asleep.

There was thunder outside, and his heart was slightly open with pain.

It was only when she was unconscious that she leaned on him so quietly.

He looked at the girl's thin little face, and many feelings welled up in his heart.

He really didn't love her enough before. He always held on to her past and refused to let go.

It wasn't until that incident that he gradually understood it.

I remember that a minister in the court who had a good relationship with him pulled him to drink flower wine, and he refused to go to the place of fireworks, but it was difficult to refuse, and he finally went.

After drinking on the first floor of the world, the minister gave him a girl, and the man blinked his eyes and said to him, "This is a clean man who has not opened his buds, so Master Meng should enjoy it tonight." ”

The man left the room, and the incense room was left with him and the girl.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was dressed in a flamboyant manner, but his eyes were filled with water, and he knelt down towards Meng Hui with a plop, crying and begging: "My lord, I ...... I don't want to pick up customers...... Please spare me......"

When she knelt in front of him, he clearly saw the blue on her neck, the obvious marks of being beaten, the scars that could not be covered with powder.

He waved her away.

He had drunk so much that he was dizzy and didn't think much about it, and the next day he forgot about the girl.

But now, Meng Hui hugged Lianzhou, and suddenly remembered the way the girl trembled and knelt in front of him. He suddenly felt unspeakable distress.

How can a girl want to fall into the land of fireworks and be ravaged by others?

Meng Hui imprinted a kiss on Lian Zhou's cold forehead.

Lianzhou, she is such a self-reliant girl, if she is not forced to be helpless, if she is not in unspeakable pain, how can she be willing to look up to others and insult people wantonly?

Such a woman, in the place of fireworks, but still has a clean heart, such a woman should be cherished, how can he blindly hurt?