He Yunchu and He Yunjia walked over.

"Auntie, really don't let her be cured?"

"If Jiang is not happy, what can we do? Don't stay here either, you two, let's go back first. When Ling Jiang wakes up, you can come and see her. ”

When someone accompanied her, she was in a better mood, and she was willing to let the doctor come for treatment.

He Yunjia poked Yun Chu's arm: "Sister, is the wound on He Lingjiang's forehead very deep, she covered her head when she came back, and she didn't want to see people, do you think she is ......?"

Song turned his head and glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

He Yunjia had no choice but to silently swallow the words "broken phase".

"Ling Jiang just broke his forehead, Dr. Sun's ointment has always been good, and it will definitely not leave a scar. As a sister, don't talk nonsense, let alone make her unhappy by talking about it in front of her. ”

Song reprimanded the two before they were told to go back to their courtyard.

Although she said this, she was also worried that He Lingjiang refused to see people because of the wound on her head.

After returning to the room, the He family called Chen Yu in: "You go and take out the jar of hibiscus paste and send it to the Seventh Lady." ”

Chen Yu exclaimed: "Madam, isn't this what you left for the third lady?" ”

This hibiscus paste was bought by Lord Song Jialang from a familiar doctor at a great price when he was doing business in Yingdu.

I heard that the nobles in the palace, if they accidentally bump into it, they all use it. It can not only remove scars and muscles, but also make the skin fairer. This is the secret recipe of the court, and it has never been passed on.

The Song family has two daughters to be married, and the little lady's family has delicate skin, so the head of the Song family deliberately found a way to buy a few cans at a high price to make dowries for the daughters at the bottom of the box. Thinking that the third lady was going to get married this year, she also gave a jar to the Song family.

Song waved his sleeves: "Take it." Then find something else for Yun Chu. ”

The little lady's family, if there are really scars on her body, it is indeed not beautiful. What's more, the face of the Seventh Lady is unparalleled in the entire Linchuan City, if it is like this, it is a pity.

In He Lingjiang's courtyard, the maidservants were instructed to go about their work.

It was winter, and the grass and trees in the courtyard were inevitably scattered, but a red plum tree in the southeast corner bloomed just right, dispelling a bit of depression and cold.

Aman moved a small pestle, supported his chin, and sat quietly in front of the door, watching the little maids play under the porch.

The occupants of the room had already taken off their previous clothes and sat down at the dressers.

The bronze mirror reflects her appearance, but she is fourteen or fifteen years old, with a palm-sized face, picturesque eyebrows, and glass-like eyes. His face was a little too pale, but he looked like a new moon, like flowers and trees piling up snow, which was amazing and pitiful at the same time.

This is a very beautiful girl.

It's just—

It wasn't her face.

She raised her hand and took off the strip of cloth around her neck, and there was a slender cut between her neck, the blood stains had solidified, the skin and flesh were slightly turned outward, and her mouth was wide open, which was even more terrifying on the thin white neck.

The fingertips rubbed lightly against the wound, and the cut was not biased or slanted, and it happened to cut the throat. The wound is neither deep nor shallow, and it just happens to make people die cold.

What happened to He Qi Niangzi is obviously not so simple.

Between breaths, I could feel my breath digging out of the crack.

Such a little lady is no longer there.

She sighed, a subtle hissing sound from her severed throat.

She couldn't help frowning, and rewrapped the wound, only then did she feel a little better.

There was still the unfinished needlework of the maidservants on the small table outside, and she got up and rummaged through it until she found something suitable.

Aman, who was guarding the door, heard the movement in the house and couldn't help asking, "Seventh lady, are you awake?" Need something to eat? ”

There was silence in the room for a moment before replying, "I want to bathe and bring water in." ”

When Aman heard this, he immediately asked the maidservants to arrange it. She carried the tub into the house and brought hot water in.

The curtain on the bed has been lowered, and the figure of the Seven Ladies can be faintly seen.

The maidservants bowed their heads, put aside the bathing utensils and a change of clothes, and withdrew with Aman.

When the door was closed and silence was restored, the occupants got out of bed, washed themselves from top to bottom, and then changed into clean clothes.

The needle and thread she had found earlier were being placed on the bed.

The needle is an embroidery needle, and the thread is multicolored thread. If you let the embroidery girl with extraordinary embroidery come, she will definitely be able to embroider into a splendid picture.

However, what is going to be embroidered right now is extraordinary.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, pulled out a strand of silk thread, and placed it in front of her with an embroidery needle, then took a deep breath and pinched the trick in her hand.

The body was extremely weak, and she had only walked a few miles when she had woken up and held on.

It took a long time to gather a trace of true yuan in the body.

She couldn't help but feel relieved. Fortunately, this body is the same as hers, a pure yin body, and it is much easier to practice occult arts than ordinary people. In addition, I already have an understanding of my own cultivation and understanding, and if I do it now, I will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

She felt it carefully, and the breath of qi condensed in her body led it around a big Zhou Tianhou before returning it to the dantian.

There was a faint feeling of warmth from the dantian, which made this cold shell seem to have a trace of warmth.

She condensed, put her two fingers together, and drew a rune in the air against the needle and thread in front of her, and pushed her right palm slightly, attaching the rune to it. Then he took the needle and thread and sat down again in front of the dresser.

The bronze mirror was taken to the front of the dressing table by her, just against the wound on her neck.

The hands, smooth and delicate, without a trace of scars, slender fingers, and round and full nails, are the slender nephrite spring onions, which grow in the sleeves of Xiangluocui.

At this time, he was following the knife edge, turning over a slit in the flesh on the neck, and the white fingertips passed through the red flesh, and finally touched the half-broken throat.

After a little fumbling, she picked up the needle and threaded it in the mirror.

The girl tilted her head slightly, a stitch and a thread, a dress and a lead are extremely serious, that look, if you don't know the truth, she really thinks she is embroidering her favorite Luopa.

The experience of leaking air when inhaling is really uncomfortable, even if the needle and thread have been coagulated, she tries to make the stitches as fine as possible.

Beyond the throat was the layer of flesh on her neck, which she patiently stitched one by one.

By the time it was all done, it was nearly noon.

Looking at the wound three or four inches long, the stitches were fine and neat, even if it was on the neck, she couldn't help but praise herself: "Good stitching!" ”

Come to think of it, even the master, who always complains that he can't do needlework, can't stab him against his will: "What you embroider is not needle and thread, it's an iron pestle, right?" ”

It's just that the location of this wound is still scary.

Although the silk thread that was performed had the power of coagulation, it only made the wound stick, and could not make the wound of this body truly heal.

Touch it with your fingertips, and it will feel slightly undulating to the touch.

In order not to frighten others, she found a plain silk satin in the house, cut it two fingers wide, and wrapped it around her neck to completely cover the wound.

He Qi Niangzi's boudoir is fresh and elegant. There is also a picture of "Linchuan Spring Dawn" hanging on the wall, which is bright and elegant with a pen.

The willow tops are exposed in the morning smoke, a bay of canal water surrounds the city, and the mandarin ducks and white pheasants fly and perch. A few girls and children leaned against the fence and watched the flying birds in the water.

The left side of the painting is inscribed with the words "Gengchen Nian Chun He's Ling Jiang Painting".

It's just that this girl named Ling Jiang can't wait for this spring day to come.