Because the signs of death on the scroll had not disappeared, Cheng Yan insisted on sending Cheng Qi to the Vermilion Bird Tower while he was still newly injured, and he did not sit in the car, but rode with him.

Cheng Qi sat bored in the car, opened the curtains, and looked at Cheng Yan.

The man sat on a horse, his face was as smooth as jade, he wore a thin green shirt, and his layout was embroidered with the pattern of a forest tree and a white deer, and he kept looking left and right, for fear that someone would suddenly come out and startle the car.

Cheng Qi folded his arms and lay on his stomach: "Cheng Yan, I have something to ask......"

"I didn't embroider the veil."

Cheng Yan interrupted her.

Cheng Qi was stunned for a moment, and then made a strange half-released curtain: "That's fine." ”

And Cheng Yan immediately realized that he had no silver three hundred taels here, and closed his eyes unwillingly, and immediately took a deep breath, and listened to the man again: "Your acupuncture method is quite special, I have never seen it, what kind of acupuncture is it?" ”

"Twelve Styles ...... Picking Clouds"

Cheng Yan was careless, and was blurted out by the man's surprise attack, so he glared fiercely, and Cheng Qi, who saw it, retracted his head with a scornful face, and then smiled and lowered the small curtain.

"Thank you." The man said through the small curtain, "It seems that there is no need to be blamed by Aunt Yun." ”

Cheng Yan was expressionless: "I said that I didn't embroider it." ”

Ah Qiao, who was driving the car next to him, said with a smile: "I didn't expect Young Master Zongyu to embroider, this Xiping is full of rough men, it's really rare to be as delicate as the young master......"

"I won't!"

Cheng Yan's cat master was angry.

Ah Qiao was so frightened that he fell off the board and said busily: "Yes, yes." ”

Cheng Yan was upset, under his oppression, the two of them never spoke again, and they were silent all the way to the Vermilion Bird Tower, he turned over and dismounted, and put the small ladder under the mouth of the carriage.

Seeing a low tree stump not far away, he raised his foot and kicked it straight away.

Cheng Qi stepped down from the car, patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the door, who knew that the clouds under his feet were slippery, and the whole person fell to the ground with a thud.

Ah Qiao was shocked, and hurriedly went over to help her: "Girl! ”

Qin Zhichu, the guard in front of the Vermilion Bird Tower, also came over to help, and said helplessly: "Girl, be careful." ”

And Cheng Qi stood up with a grin, and felt that he was really stupid, so he actually hit the street in place, swept the dust on his body, and said embarrassedly: "It's okay, I'm in." ”

Ah Qiao watched her enter the door of the building uneasily, and then turned around and said: "Miss Qi, what's wrong with today, there is no stability under her feet, she said that she would fall ......."

Halfway through speaking, Ah Qiao saw Cheng Yan tremble suddenly, and then the whole body writhed like a maggot, shouting hot and hot, while reaching into his pants and digging for something.

Ah Qiao stepped forward uneasily: "Less...... Master? ”

Cheng Yan knew that the scroll in his trouser pocket was hot again, but he didn't want Ah Qiao to find out, so he hid behind the carriage and shouted, "Don't come here!" ”

With a hard tug, he finally took out the scroll, because it was daytime, the glow of the scroll was not very obvious, and he unfolded it in his heart.

Cheng Yan's heart was pinched for two whole days, and he finally completely relaxed, the sentence 'Tang pear blossoms reflect the poplar tree, it is all a place of death and life' completely disappeared, and the handwriting of 'meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land' became obvious again.

Cheng Qi's danger of losing his life was solved.

He leaned back on the car, let out a long exhale, and looked straight ahead in silence.

This scroll is really good as a life-saving golden finger, but it's not good to be hot, and he always makes him look foreign in front of others, the first time he saw Cheng Qi.

Ah Qiao leaned over uneasily, and said suspiciously: "Young master, are you okay?" ”

Cheng Yan put the scroll away, nodded and walked over, just when he thought that Cheng Qi's danger of death was solved because the mastermind behind the scenes gave up killing her, but he accidentally glanced at it.

That's where Cheng Qi fell, and that's where he kicked the stump open.

Cheng Yan figured it out all of a sudden, and he was messy.

In other words, Cheng Qi's life is in danger...... Is it because after she fell, she knocked on the stump of the low tree, and her head was warped after the two flowers bloomed, and it had nothing to do with the man in black?

Then this way of dying is too hasty!

Depend on!

If he hadn't kicked the stump away from the stump, Cheng Qi would have been a dead body!

He had a white vigil yesterday!

Cheng Yan couldn't let go of his frowning brows, he only felt incredible, and got into the carriage with his forehead, muttering constantly in the process, and listening to Ah Qiao inexplicably.

He felt that the children in the long house were not normal.

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Fortunately, after this incident, neither the Sanfang side nor the Chen family made up the knife, perhaps because Cheng Yan's escape this time made them worried, and they felt that such a simple trap could not put him to death.

Perhaps, it is because of Cheng Yan's unpredictable prophet of the scourge of killing.

But no matter what, it's always good to live in peace, in the Vermilion Bird Tower, Feng Se held up the mirror to Cheng Qi, and the man stared at the wound on the right side of his face, shaking his head helplessly.

Ma Zhen said worriedly: "I said Grandma, your wound is healed, but why hasn't this scar gone away, haven't you used scar removal medicine?" ”

Feng Se put down the mirror: "That is, as a woman, appearance has always been more important than life, not to mention that you are about to enter the palace, if this face is not good, this matter should be yellow." ”

Cheng Qi's eyes lit up when she heard this, how could she forget about this, yes, if she had a scar on her face, she wouldn't have to enter the palace to be the emperor's grandson!

She turned her head to look at Feng Se excitedly, grabbed the man's hand and shook it vigorously, "Thank you!" ”

Feng Se looked puzzled: "Thank me for what?" ”

Cheng Qi didn't know how to say it explicitly, so he only breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's nothing, thank you anyway." ”

Anyway, after pulling the quilt, you have to sleep.

Ma Zhen pushed her uneasily: "I said Grandma, did you bring that medicine, if you bring it, you must wipe it before going to bed, you can't be so careless." ”

Cheng Qi promised to sound good, but he thought in his heart that he would never wipe it, whoever wiped it was his grandson.

"Miss Qi."

As she was talking, one of Aunt Yun's maidservants came upstairs, she was holding an object in her hand, it was a delicate white porcelain vase, and handed it over, "This is sent by the Guogong Mansion." ”

Feng Se took it casually: "What kind of good thing is this?" When he opened it and sniffed it, his brows furrowed instantly, "It turned out to be medicine." ”

The maid said: "Yes, the people of the Guogong Mansion said that Miss Qi forgot to bring it when she left, and she specially sent it over, this is a good medicine for scar removal and rejuvenation, and it must be wiped untouched." ”

Feng Se immediately said with disdain to Cheng Qi: "You really didn't bring it, this heart is too big." ”

Cheng Qi said innocently: "Anyway, I'll go home tomorrow." ”

Feng Se threw it to her contemptuously: "Love to wipe it or not, anyway, your face is your own." Get up and go back to your tent bed and lie down, "Ma Youqing, you don't care about her." ”

Cheng Qi took the medicine, and wanted to cry without tears, but she made up her mind not to wipe it, she would never wipe it, so she asked the maid to step back, then put the medicine aside, turned around and fell asleep again.

Ma Zhen couldn't cry or laugh: "You really don't wipe it." ”

Cheng Qi waved his hand: "Wipe it when you have time." ”