Chapter Forty-Six: The Golden Thread Is Strange and Demonic
I was pushed into the street by them with an empty mind, and I returned home in a daze, Xia Xia was wiping the stool I was going to sit on for lunch in the yard, and when I came back empty-handed, I wondered: "Are you back so soon?" What about the dish? β
I said indifferently: "Golden thread...... Something happened to the gold thread......"
Xia Xia was confused: "What? β
I walked into the embroidery room, pulled out a few balls of gold thread that had been circled, lifted the kettle under the corner of the eaves, and poured it straight downβ
"Sister Fei! - Ahh - "Xia Xia, who was going to stop me, screamed when she saw the black smoke entangled in the golden thread!
The gold thread was burned black and smelled unpleasant, and I began to feel something, and I sat down on the ground weakly.
Xia Xia screamed, "How can this be?!" This line - this line is fake?! β
The black smoke like a poisonous mound of letters drilled into my throat, and I couldn't help coughing a few times, and the smell of blood in my throat was again: "Straighten out all these and the problematic threads in the embroidery room, and take them to the backyard...... Burn it. β
Xia Xia raised her eyebrows and said sharply: "Burned?" Then there's no evidence, and if it's fake, we can take it back and return itβ"
"We don't need evidence, just a reason, you know?" The face of the golden lady floated coldly in my mind.
Xia Xia bit her lip and said nothing, I know that she is very reluctant, she always says that I am too benevolent and too tolerant, but she doesn't understand the sense of foreboding in my heart, and she doesn't understand the reality of my nightmares.
Xia Xia did as I said quickly, because of the recent business with the Zheng Mansion, this month I hoarded the amount of gold thread from previous years and a year, and piled up three large pots.
"Do you really want to burn?" Xia Xia was a little distressed.
I nodded.
"Can I keep a lump so I can compare it?"
Xia Xia is really thoughtful, I nodded.
The golden ball of gold thread caught fire in the brazier, and the flames were always low, like countless gloomy and damp things in the thread, and even the flames that came out were black and emitted an unpleasant stench.
Xia Xia covered her mouth and nose and hummed, "This smell is too bad, Sister Fei, don't stay here." After a while, I packed it up and threw it outside to bury it, and I always felt that the smell was also very unlucky. β
As if to verify this sentence, as soon as Xia Xia finished speaking, the black fire in the brazier, which had been burning low, suddenly jumped high like an explosion, and spread thick black smoke into the air, and with the diffusion of black smoke, a lot of sparks splashed out, which frightened the two of us and fled in horror.
"Sister Fei, are you okay?!" Xia Xia panicked to check if I was injured, I hissed, and the back of my hand near my wrist was splashed with sparks, a little black, and the skin had been broken.
"A little injury, what about you, you are close, you didn't splash, did you?" I pressed the wound on the back of my hand, and felt its heat still digging into my bones.
"I'm fine, you go to the front, the smell is too big, hurry up and deal with the wound, don't leave a scar." Xia Xia pushed me back to the front yard, for fear that I would be hurt again.
"What's going on?" As soon as I arrived in front, I saw Song Lingjian coming, and asked me with a face.
Han Sanxiao followed closely and pinched his nose: "My God, has your pit exploded?" Such a stinky, such a big smoke! β
"Nope. We burned some problematic gold threads, and we were shocked when the fire grew up for some reason. β
"What kind of gold thread can burn this smell - why is your face so bad?" Han Sanxiao was still covering his mouth and nose, revealing half of his face with distinct eyebrows, and he actually felt very good-looking.
"I ...... "I felt pain in my wrist, and when I looked down, black pus and blood flowed from the wound splashed by the sparks.......
Han Sanxiao obviously noticed it too, an arrow stepped over, held my hand and glanced at it, and said to Song Lingjian: "You quickly deal with this girl, I'll go and take a look at the back, don't come in." He picked up a cloth towel and put it around his face, and helped me close the door to the backyard.
I squinted at him, this guy, what kind of formation is he arposing?
Song Lingjian didn't sour him, she lowered her head and studied my wound very seriously, and after looking at it for a while, she took out a silver needle and pricked a few needles on the side of my wound.
"It's just a burn, just apply some wound medicine, how can it be so serious and need to prick a needle?" Although Song Ling's arrow technique is skillful, I still have natural resistance when I look at the bright needle.
"What did you say happened to the gold thread?" Song Lingjian lowered her head, revealing a snow-white slender neck, because she was pricking the needle, she put her voice very softly, and her breath fell on the back of my hand, like a breeze and rain, warm and soft.
My eyebrows twisted into a knot: "Something's wrong." Miss Zheng came to tell me early in the morning that there was a problem with the embroidery sample sent, and I had checked it, and the gold thread was wrong, and I don't know if it was adulterated or something else. I just got some things done with Xia Xia, and I was so angry that I burned them all with a fire, but as you can see, even myself sufferedβalas, this kind of thing has never happened to me, and I will definitely be anxious next, and most of them will not care about getting you good food and drink. β
Song Lingjian stopped moving, looked up and glanced at me quickly, that glance was faint, with clouds and rain shadows.
Xia Xia sighed quietly: "When is it, Sister Fei is still worried about these irrelevant things - is the wound healed?" I'm going to get gauzeβ"
Han Sanxiao came out with half of his face covered and carrying a big cloth bag, and he had always cried and screamed to be a dead person when he carried a kettle, and this time he was discharged from the hospital without saying a word.
"Alright." Song Lingjian pulled out the silver needle and quickly inserted it back into the needle pocket, but I still aimed at the tail end of the needle that was pulled out, glowing with a faint black light.
However, my wound has turned red, like a normal wound burned by oil stars, it is not painful, it is cold.
I smiled and said, "It's amazing, Song Lingjian, it's a pity that you don't want to be a doctor." β
Song Lingjian turned his head to take a look, and Hai Piao, who had not spoken for a long time, sat quietly behind the stone table, playing with a box with his slender ten fingers.
"I met Miss Zheng at the entrance of the alley, and said that she took it for you." Song Lingjian looked at the box and said.
"For me? I don't remember any boxes I asked her to take? I sat curiously at the table, looking at the box with a stupid head and a foolish look at it.
"Said it was taken by the carpenter, and it contained what you wanted." Xia Xia brought gauze, and Song Lingjian smeared some medicine on the gauze, wrapping around my wound one by one.
It dawned on me, "Oh, it's that dumbbell!" A few days ago, it seemed that there was a corner, and Master Zhang took it to repair it. I have a heart, and I actually have such a beautiful box. β
"The box will be returned after it is taken off." Song Lingjian added.
Haipiao handed the box to me, I took it, my hand sank, I didn't expect this palm-sized box to be so heavy, the box is boxy, cold and cold.
I counted them carefully, and there were eight small sharp corners in the square, and there were uneven lines on each side, and I don't know if they were carved out on purpose or accidentally knocked out, but they didn't look rough, but they looked like some kind of antiquity.
"Hey, what the hell?!" As soon as Han Sanxiao came back, he came to snatch the box in my hand.
"Master Zhang brought the box with the bell, don't break it, you have to return it!"
"Hey, which of this box is the lid and the other side is the bottom? Why can't I find where the seam is? Han Sanxiao ignored me completely, shaking the box angrily.
"Third brother, I'll try, I'll try." Hai Piao stood up, half a head taller than Han Sanxiao, Han Sanxiao can usually evade my snatch by lifting it easily, but now there is no height advantage at all, and he was directly taken away by Hai Piao.
"Try your size, what if you break it clumsily? Give me back! β
Hai Piao was forced to return it immediately, looking aggrieved.
These two people are less than ten years old combined, right? Han is six years old and Hae is four years old.
"I'll be able to open this broken box. Otherwise, I'll take an axe and chop it! β
I spat him and said, "You split it, what will I pay back?" Hurry up and return me, if you can't open it again, I'll ask Master Zhang at most. β
Han San shrugged his shoulders with a smile and said, "No, I'm on the bar with this box, if I can't open it again, I'll be surnamed Pig with you!" β
Me: "Your surname is Pig, and your surname is Pig in your previous life and your next life." β
Hai Piao smiled, and he didn't know if he was naΓ―ve enough to learn what I taught him yesterday to please Han Sanxiao, or pretended to be stupid to mend the knife, and said, "Pig head three." β
"What do you say? You have learned badly, you have nothing to do and scold people with one mouth, you two are really right, one has a poisonous heart and one poisonous mouth, and it is really an ancestor who has accumulated virtue to live to this age. β
Haipiao innocently pulled down Song Ling's arrow and said, "I praise the third brother." β
Song Lingjian burned his body without doing anything, glared at Han San and smiled: "You are too long for the Five Elements to kill Yang Shou." β
Han San smiled and hugged his fist: "Thank you, Master Song, you don't need you to count my five elements and eight characters for me." β
As if thinking of something, Song Lingjian took out a juanzi rolled into a small roll from his sleeve pocket and handed it to me: "I'm tired of drinking the old medicine, let's use the new prescription." The dosage and usage are all written on it, let Xia Xia go and grasp the medicine, and start drinking the new recipe tomorrow. β
I took the silk and unfolded it carefully, it was quite long, and most of the words were densely written on it, and some places were marked with cinnabar colors, which looked very attentive and serious.
Song Lingjian's words are strong and slender, and every hook and painting is like a blade, which is beautiful and difficult to recognize.
I looked at it for a long time and said with a smile: "This word is like a rune to me." β
Song Lingjian said: "The old man in the pharmacy just knew." The usage is simple, and the number of times is changed to the word - "I stood up, "I'm going up the mountain." β
I asked her, "Didn't you just go to school in the morning, why do you want to go again?" β
"Something fell - you don't use it." Song Ling Jianhaipiao also stood up and said something.
Haipiao is a little aggrieved.
Song Lingjian said: "I have vacated the room on the left, you have time to clean up and add something." You stay here to help. The last sentence was an order to drift to the sea.
Hai Piao smiled with crooked eyes. He's got a room of his own.