"Haven't you woken up yet? It's the fifth day. ”

"She may not wake up now, but it is a blessing."

Outside the window, there was the sound of two girls chatting with each other, Su Nianchi closed his eyes and lay on the bed, listening quietly.

Her body and face were wrapped in layers of gauze, which could not be said to be painless, but she was already used to this pain, as if she was completely awake on the first day here.

She closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious, and any wave of people came and went in front of her bed, quickly piecing together useful clues from those fragmentary words.

The place where she is now is the annex of the Hidden Sword Villa in the west, not far from the Tianshui Pavilion. Wen Jiugong, the current owner of Zangjian Villa, and his wife, as well as Wen Jing, the second son of the Wen family, have come from thousands of miles away.

Tianshui Pavilion was destroyed overnight, and the "Tiansheng Water Scroll", which contained the clues of the huge treasure of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty Tombs, was nowhere to be found, and the entire rivers and lakes were shaken.

Zhuang Nanyi, the only surviving concubine of the pavilion master, became the key to solving all the mysteries. So after the discussion of the various sects, they unanimously agreed that the Tibetan Sword Villa would take care of it.

Tibet in the east and heaven in the west, the south dome and the north in the north.

Tibetan Sword Villa has always been one of the four famous martial arts families on a par with Tianshui Pavilion, Qiongling Valley, and the Northern Xuangong. A few generations ago, the palace master of the Northern Xuangong Palace rebelled into the Demon Dao, and the Qiongling Valley became more and more secluded, and the entire righteous path martial arts relied entirely on the orders of the Tibetan Sword Villa and the Tianshui Pavilion to maintain it.

If the Water Pavilion has undergone drastic changes today, it is naturally most appropriate for its orphans to be taken care of by the Tibetan Sword Villa, not to mention that Zhuang Nanyi and Wen Shu, the eldest son of the Tibetan Sword Villa, have been married since childhood.

"However, is she really Zhuang Nanyi, the daughter of Tianshui Pavilion? Sister, you forgot the face when she first sent it...... How can you tell? The girl's voice continued to come from the window, with obvious fear and chills.

"The Fengyang Pei on her neck is the token of the marriage of the two families, and it is said that Miss Zhuang has been carrying it since she hit the womb and has never left her."

……

The soft conversation between the maids continued, Su Nianchi slowly opened his eyes, and he saw layers of bed curtains, gold embroidered jade ornaments, and silver and red shadows outside the window, and the figures of the two women talking were full of figures.

Nianchi didn't make a sound, but raised his hand and gently pushed the medicine bowl next to the bed, and the crisp cracking sound of porcelain made the two women outside the window startled, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and entered.

"Miss Zhuang, are you awake?"

"Quick, go tell the owner and the lady!"

After a short time, a chaotic and urgent footsteps came from far and near, and the middle-aged man who walked in front of him had a serious face, but there was obvious concern in his eyes, "Child, how are you?" ”

She blinked, and her entire face was wrapped in layers, only her eyes, nose, mouth and lips were exposed, so she didn't have to play with her expressions.

"You ......" had not eaten or eaten for many days, her voice was dry and hoarse, and it was difficult to continue, but she still finished her words intermittently, "...... Who is it...... I...... What's wrong......"

Wen Jiugong was stunned, "I'm Wen Shibo, don't you remember?" ”

She struggled to shake her head.

"And do you remember who you are?"

"Zhuang ...... Nanyi ......"

"Good boy, it's too late for us to make you suffer so much......" When the middle-aged beauty on the side heard this, she immediately couldn't help her tears and rushed to the front of the collapse.

"Mrs. Wen, don't be too sad, let's ask the medical envoy of the Qiongling Tomb to visit first."

The white-robed young man behind him stepped forward when he heard this, "Please Lord Wen, Mrs. and the heroes go to the front hall for a while, Miss Zhuang is awake, let me take a look at it." ”

When Mrs. Wen heard this, she stood up with tears in her eyes, "In this way, there will be a labor doctor." ”

The doctor said: "Madame don't have to be polite, Gu Zhu is in charge, and he couldn't come in person, but he ordered me not to hesitate to take pills, make every effort to diagnose and treat, and do my best in Xia." ”

When everyone heard this, they all smacked their tongues, the main doctor of the Qiongling Valley was shocking and crying ghosts, and the disciples in the valley were also all skilled Qi Huang, but they had been living in seclusion for many years, ignoring the world, but now they were willing to send envoys to come, and they were even more willing to offer a pill of the Qiongling Pill, the Tibetan Sword Villa is worthy of being a martial arts master, or the Qiongling Valley finally decided to be born and do his duty in the face of the death of the righteous path of martial arts.

Wen Jiugong hugged his fists and saluted solemnly to the medical envoy, "The valley master is righteous, Wen is grateful, and he will personally go to the valley to thank him in the future." ”

With his respect as the owner of the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa, saying this is tantamount to a huge promise, but the doctor just smiled, "The owner of the village doesn't have to be polite, the mountains of the Qiongling Valley are dangerous and the road is rugged, and the owner of my valley has always ignored the world. ”

Actually refusal?

Everyone gasped, only to hear the doctor say again: "Please also ask everyone to avoid it first, and let me treat Miss Zhuang." ”

Wen Jiugong's face was not half displeased, and even if he bowed and withdrew, "There is a labor doctor, Wen will avoid it first." ”

Everyone followed behind him and returned to the conference hall one after another, Wen Jing saw that his mother was still worried, and couldn't help but comfort, "Mother, Sister Yi will not die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, and there is a medical envoy from the Qiongling Tomb to diagnose and treat you, you don't have to worry too much." ”

Mrs. Wen nodded, Fang stabilized her emotions, suddenly remembered something again, and couldn't help but reddened her eyes again, "What about your eldest brother?" Haven't arrived yet? On this bed lies the uncertain life and death, but his wife who has not passed through the door! ”

Her voice was not loud, but everyone in the council hall heard it, and while pretending not to hear it, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Wen Shu, the eldest son of Tibetan Sword Villa, has been designated as the thirteenth generation heir of Tibetan Sword Villa since birth. When he was young, he was talented and intelligent, too ordinary, he became a poet at the age of three, he could play at the age of four, and he fought with a sword at the age of five. Even if Wen Jing came to the world two years later, the old lady did not change her words, everyone only called Wen Jing the second son, and when Wen Shu was mentioned, he was still called the son, without sorting, that is, in such a detail, he also wanted to show his uniqueness.

It's a pity that the loving mother has many defeated children, and the grandmother's doting on her grandchildren is even more unrestrained. In the doting of his grandmother year after year, Wen Shu Gongzi finally lost his light. Although he grew up safely and healthy, he was also mediocre and idle. After the crown ceremony, he wandered outside all the year round and ignored business, and most of the affairs of the Hidden Sword Villa were now handled by the second son, Wen Jing.

Wen Jing didn't expect her mother to ask this question in front of everyone in a hurry, she was a little embarrassed, and explained for her brother: "The eldest brother is away, and the letter is inconvenient, maybe he hasn't gotten the news yet, or maybe he is on the way." ”

Mrs. Wen snorted coldly, and in front of everyone, there was no more speech.

After a stick of incense, the medical envoy of the Qiongling returned to the council hall with the medical boy, and everyone asked, "How is Miss Zhuang?" ”

The doctor said: "Miss is fine, the burns are only on the surface, and they do not damage the muscles and bones. It's just—"

"Just?"

There was a hint of incomprehension and contemplation in the doctor's eyes, "It's just that Miss Zhuang seems to have forgotten a lot of things, and only has a few memories in the Tianshui Pavilion." ”