Walking into the dormitory, Xiahou Chun and Yang Zhong were stationed outside, and Fang Xirou and Murong Yanying walked inside.

After a little effort, the two of them frowned and glanced at Xiahou Chun.

He immediately stepped forward, "What do you say?" ”

After Murong Yan was silent for a while, he said slowly: "There are two reasons for your sister's illness, one of which is that she is afraid that she has been injured and imprisoned in prison, and she is unwilling to be freed. ”

Song Jing on the side looked nervous, and asked repeatedly: "Dare to ask the girl what she means by this?" ”

She sighed lightly, her eyes flashed, and she said softly: "As far as Murong knows, Miss Zhuowen is suspected of being lovesick and resentful, but what is puzzling is that this lovesickness is not voluntary. ”

Song Jing was stunned, a flash of anger flashed on his face, and he flatly denied it: "Lovesickness? No way! The official had never heard of a child having a relationship with a certain boy. ”

The masked man sneered, "Didn't you say that you had visited an old friend, so it was impossible for your daughter to fall in love with that Xiao girl?" ”

Song Jing's face changed, as if he was remorseful, and even more angry, "If it is really that little boy who harmed my family, Song can't spare him!" ”

Xiahou Chun groaned for a moment, then turned his head to Murong Yan and asked, "What about another reason?" ”

Murong Yan sighed lightly, "You better take a look for yourself." ”

Women's boudoirs are rarely visited by outsiders, let alone men.

But who is Xiahou Chun, no matter what it is, Song Jing also inexplicably trusts this 'student', and said without hesitation: "Your Highness, you come with me." ”

Xuan even led Xiahou Chun into Song Zhuowen's boudoir.

As soon as he entered the cabinet, Xiahou Chun frowned.

A pungent smell of Chinese medicine permeated the air, dried wormwood hung from the carved windows, sulfur powder, onions, ginger and garlic were sprinkled on the corners, and a palm-sized obsidian crystal hung at the door of the room.

At the beginning of the warm sun, there is a slanted ray, dazzling and soul-piercing.

The rest of the peach wood spirit sword, gossip array diagram and yellow rune Chiwen were plastered all over the boudoir.

"Which Taoist priest laid this? What is it used for? Xiahou Chun asked with a frown.

Song Jing smiled bitterly: "It is an old Taoist leader, and he said that he can drive away evil spirits and dementor souls, so as to prevent the burning of Wen's mind from dissipating." ”

Xiahou Chun waved his hand and said: "This is just some ordinary deceptive methods, and it has nothing to do with exorcism and soul dementoring. ”

Song Jing was silent, what could he do, it could be regarded as asking for peace of mind.

Lifting the bead curtain, on the sickbed, a delicate back came into view.

Quiet like a delicate flower shining on the water, behaving like a weak willow supporting the wind.

Xiahou Chun's eyes were complicated, and he said softly: "Sister Zhuowen, are you okay?" ”

The back turned around and stared at it slightly.

I saw that the cage smoke bent his eyebrows lightly, as if he was sad and painful, which made people subconsciously pity and love.

I only heard her eyes empty and stunned, but the strange thing was that her voice was tactful, loud but not soft, slowly like heaven, like flowing water.

And rejected people thousands of miles away, "Dad, you don't need to treat me, Zhuowen is fine." ”

Song Jing looked bitter, and couldn't help but say: "Wen'er, what difficulties and sufferings do you have, do you tell your father, what's wrong with you, tell your father quickly." ”

He looked sad, "Even if you marry that young man, Daddy will promise you." ”

Unexpectedly, Song Zhuowen changed color when he heard the words, his face was slightly pale, and he bit his mouth and was silent.

Xiahou Chun's heart moved, and after appeasing Song Jing, he temporarily invited him to the outer hall.

Song Jing grabbed Xiahou Chun's arm, "Your Highness, can you see what the symptoms are?" What about my daughter? ”

After a moment of silence, Xiahou Chun and Murong Yan glanced at each other, and he said in a deep voice: "If what I expected is right, Sister Zhuowen should have been calculated." ”

Song Jing frowned when he heard this: "Someone calculated? What do you mean? ”

At this time, Murong Yan, who was silent, sighed lightly, "Lord Song knows the technique of casting spells?" ”

Song Jing's face was stunned, "The technique of descending spells? Could it be that Zhuowen was cursed by someone? ”

Murong Yan said solemnly: "The technique of descending spells is a secret method of the Daomen, and it is to communicate the will of heaven with the magic method and achieve people's wishes.

There are two kinds of this technique, one is to skillfully take the clear eyes in exchange for the blessing of the power of the netherworld, and then apply it to the human body to achieve the purpose of killing the form god.

The second is to refine the rune and draw the pattern to set up a formation, forcibly seize the power of heaven and earth for their own use, and sanitize the human body, which is the same as the way of the formation. ”

She paused for a moment and said in a deep voice: "And Miss Song was used by someone to use treacherous means to perform the 'spell spell technique', although they are thousands of miles away, they can manipulate people like marionettes and play with them in the palm of their hands. ”

Song Jing was as green as water, and said coldly: "There is such a vicious technique in this world, and the Xiao family child should really be cut with a thousand knives." ”

After Fang Xirou stepped forward to inspect Song Zhuowen, she said lightly: "As you said, Miss Song's heart was first moved in spring, and she was lovesick, and her heart was empty, so she was cursed by that person.

But the power of the Dao Law is not endless, although they can be controlled from afar, the effect will be greatly reduced. ”

Xiahou Chun raised his eyes and saw that Song Zhuowen did not have any discomfort all over his body, but his delicate body was afraid of cold and heat, and he was even more trembling to the scorching sun, and he was in the dark all year round, and his skin was a little sickly white.

After listening to Fang Xirou's words, he squinted slightly, "You mean, there are people around here who are influencing Sister Zhuowen at all times?" ”

Murong Yan bowed her head slightly, "What Sister Fang said is right, it is precisely under such a day and night invasion that Miss Song's heart disease is complicated by external problems, which makes her weak all the year round and sick to this." ”

Song Jing was stunned when he heard this, and then he was furious, "Damn! No wonder Song moved several times, looking for famous doctors to no avail, it turned out that someone was following him all the time, who was it, who was so vicious? ”

Xiahou Chun frowned: "Is it possible to find out who did it?" ”

Murong Yan looked at the covering man, and after the covering man looked at Fang Xirou, he replied in unison: "Yes!" ”

The overface man paused, "However, it can only be limited to a general range, and that person is too deep to investigate." ”

As she said this, she looked at Song Jing.

I saw that Song Jing's face changed slightly, as if he was sudden, relieved and depressed, and more self-blame and guilt.

Xiahou Chun thought about it, could this be a strange thing?

Fang Xirou gave Xiahou Chun a look, and secretly said, "I'm afraid it's not easy for us to mix in this matter." ”

Xiahou Chun's heart moved, and he echoed: "Do you know the person who cast the spell?" ”

Fang Xi shook his head imperceptibly, and echoed: "I don't know, but I see that there seem to be two completely different breaths in this boudoir, one is delicate and weak, and the other is charming and natural." ”

Xiahou Chun understood, it turned out that his family had intervened in Song Jing's backhouse infighting.

This thing has always been a 'big taboo', even those close to it can't say much.

After all, it's just a matter of two people.

However, he couldn't turn a blind eye to Song Zhuowen's illness, and after a little silence, after calming Song Jing down, he asked:

"Master Song, Xiahou has something to ask for."

Song Jing's face gradually calmed down, and after taking a deep breath, he asked, "Your Highness, may I ask." ”

Xiahou Chun looked directly at Song Jing and asked in a condensed voice, "I don't know where Zhuowen's biological mother is?" ”

Song Jing opened his mouth, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally turned into a sigh.

He looked at the sickbed sitting upright with complicated eyes, stunned,

After pursing his lips for a moment, he said astringently: "Zhuowen's biological mother has been sick and died for many years and will not be alive. ”

Xiahou Chun pressed step by step, "Then I don't know which Gaozhi is Master Song's chord?" ”

Song Jing was silent for a while, "It's the side branch of the Xiao family." ”

No wonder.

No wonder Zhuowen was sick, it turned out that he was plotted by his stepmother.

Xiahou Chun suddenly felt in his heart, I said what are you going to have a secret meeting with the Xiao family, it turned out to be visiting relatives.

After unraveling the cause of Song Zhuowen's illness, Song Jing no longer concealed it, and immediately told the relationship between his family and the Xiao family one by one.

Hearing this, Xiahou Chun gradually realized in his heart that the father and daughter of the Song family were afraid that they had been targeted by the Xiao family from the beginning.

Xiahou Chun sighed lightly, "Master Song, you have suffered. ”

Song Jing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's okay for me to be bitter, it's just that this child has no mother since he was a child, and he has suffered a lot with me." ”

After speaking, he bowed down to Xiahou Chun: "Please also ask Your Highness to save the little girl, if there is any sending, Weichen will do his best to repay it." ”

Xiahou Chun helped him up, "Master Song, please get up quickly, Zhuowen is also the sister of the palace, how can you not save you if you die, you can rest assured, with Xiahou here, you will be safe." ”

He immediately looked at Fang Xirou and Murong Yan, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know what can be done to make my sister recover as soon as possible?" ”

Murong Yan frowned slightly, and said: "Your sister has been sick for many years, and she needs to recuperate slowly. ”

Fang Xirou also took the lead in this matter, and agreed to second, "Illness is like a mountain, and going to illness is like a thread, since she has been suffering for a long time, she can't be cured with fierce medicine." ”

Fang Xirou waved her hand at Xiahou Chun, "You are a layman in this matter, just leave it alone and leave it to us." ”

Xiahou Chun bowed his head lightly: "It's okay, then there will be two Lao." ”

Song Jing also breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed down towards Murong Yan and the others: "The little girl will be handed over to the two female girls." ”

Fang Xirou was heroic and generous, waving his hand slightly.

Murong Yan smiled lightly, "It is Murong Yan's luck to be able to serve adults." ”

Song Jing's face softened.

Xiahou Chun suddenly slapped his forehead and informed Song Jing of Ding Zhong's dispatch of troops outside the city.

Let him place a warrant and send it to Ding Zhongyin.

Unexpectedly, Song Jing's face hesitated, "Your Highness, I'm afraid this matter is a little difficult." ”

Xiahou Chun raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Jing seriously, and secretly said Could it be that this has been taken down by the local forces in Qinzhou?

Song Jing smiled bitterly, hugged his fists and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, that General Ding will be safe, but I am afraid that this secret order for the transfer of troops will not be issued." ”

He said a little apologetically: "Your Highness should know that half a decade ago, the southern Yan invaded the north, and the clouds were about to go south, and the center has issued an iron order. ”

Xiahou Chun's face was solemn, "Is the matter so serious?" ”

Song Jing was stunned, "Your Highness doesn't know?" ”

He hesitated for a moment before he said in a deep voice: "Just a few days ago, the center sent Zhang Xiang south to sit in Xiangfan to ward off the Yan thief!" ”

Rumble!!

Xiahou Chun's face changed.

"What?"

Zhang Xiang went south!

At this moment, a charming and delicate soft voice came from outside the warm pavilion:

"Master, why don't you tell the slave family when you have a guest."