Chapter 5

The wind whined, and two large braziers were lit in the middle of the house.

The green gauze curtain hung low, and the old lady Song held the agarwood beads in one hand, and there were words on her lips.

Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan knelt down, their eyes weeping, they didn't dare to speak loudly, only sobbed silently.

On the couch near the window, Song Lingzhi hugged the embroidered jacket, his eyes were closed, and a pair of willow eyes were like smoke, tightly caged, as if he was sleeping unsteadily in a dream. The whole body was frighteningly hot, as if it had fallen into the furnace.

The temple is no better than home, and the heavy snow has closed the mountain, and the doctor is not allowed to go up the mountain.

In desperation, Mrs. Song could only ask the maid to find a clean veil, wring out the water and stick it on Song Lingzhi's forehead.

"What a sin, how could a good person encounter such a thing." Mrs. Song covered her heart, tears rolled down, and her eyes were full of grief.

She pointed at Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi and scolded angrily, "That's how you serve the girl? Pity my granddaughter who had a serious illness, and now she has run into this kind of thing again. ”

Since Merlin came back, Song Lingzhi couldn't afford to be sick, and the high fever did not go away.

Naturally, no one cared about the little novice, and Mrs. Song was worried about her granddaughter, so she always sent people to the mountain gate to see when she could go down the mountain and return home.

Mother Liu stood aside, helped wipe away her tears, and spoke for Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan: "The old lady should also pay attention to her body, this will still be in the temple, no better than at home." Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan are used to serving the girls, so now they still let them get up and serve first, so as to save the girls from being unattended. ”

Old Madam Song's voice was choked, but she finally nodded in agreement: "What you said is extremely true. ”

When Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan heard this, they hurriedly kowtowed and thanked them.

As he was talking, he suddenly heard the voice of his mother-in-law outside the courtyard, saying that Yan Gongzi was here.

Old Madam Song hurriedly invited in, and thanked her with a smile: "Thanks to Yan Gongzi in the morning." ”

At that time, Song Lingzhi fainted in Merlin, and Bai Zhi was so frightened that her legs were weak and she couldn't stand up, but Shen Yan found out and called someone to go in time.

Shen Yan said lightly: "The old lady is polite." ”

Mrs. Song had tears in her eyes: "I don't know if my granddaughter can survive this, if she really ......"

On the ground, Bai Zhi's exclamation came from the tent: "Old lady, it's not good! Girl, she'......"

The throat lost its voice, and only sobbing remained.

Bai Zhi burst into tears.

On the couch, Song Lingzhi's face turned pale, and he suddenly couldn't stop babbling, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he shouted.

Mrs. Song was so anxious that she shouted "heart and liver", and thought about finding someone to go to the main hall and ask the monk to recite the scriptures.

Angry, he got up in a hurry, panicked for a while, his eyes were black, and he almost fainted.

Mother Liu was on the side, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to help the person sit down, sweating profusely: "Old lady, you must not fall down this time, the girl is still waiting for someone." ”

The room was full of people in a mess, and when there was nothing to be done, I suddenly heard Shen Yan speak: "Old lady, I have studied medicine with my father for a few years, and I know a little about medicine, if the old lady can trust ......"

It is important to save people, and Mrs. Song said repeatedly: "Trustworthy, trustworthy, hurry, please ask Yan Gongzi to come over." ”

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Song Lingzhi had a long dream.

In the dream, she was still in the Yilan Palace, the cold wind was howling outside the window, and the tall pines and cypresses were standing in the courtyard, full of devastation.

The little palace maid leaned under the corner, exchanged heads and whispered endlessly.

"But it scared me to death, that was the second son of the Duke of Qi Guo, and he used to be His Majesty's companion. His Majesty actually asked him to tie him to the back of a horse, and he went around the capital thirty times! I heard that when the person put it down, his face was covered in blood, and Qi Guogong fainted on the spot. ”

"Be quiet, it's so loud, you don't want to die, let people listen carefully."

"What are you afraid of, up and down the entire palace, it is not surprising where Your Majesty is, and he will not set foot in the Yilan Palace. Let me tell you, I have met the second son of the Duke of Qi once, and it seems that he offended His Majesty and ended up like this. ”

Song Lingzhi slept in a daze, and his dream was incomplete.

One will be the tragic death of the second son of the Duke of Qi in the previous life in Beijing, and the other will be the little novice who had a few encounters yesterday.

Song Lingzhi still remembers that Yan Yan and his grandmother talked about the flowers and plants in Jinming Temple, the soup woman sent by the other party kindly, and the little maid said that the little novice raised a litter of raccoon slaves in the backyard, and they have not yet opened their eyes.

Soon, however, a stray red plum fell on the face of the little novice, and the plum blossoms were like rouge, dyeing the whole face of the little novice.

Blood snaked down, and the little novice lay in a pool of blood, unable to move.

Song Lingzhi suddenly woke up from his dream, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

As soon as he opened his eyes, through the layers of green gauze tents, Song Lingzhi was caught off guard and met a pair of cold eyes.

Cardiac arrest.

Shen Yan sat on the edge of the couch, holding several silver needles in his hand. The lamp in the room was held, the candle shadow was swaying, and the silver-white light was gently swaying on Shen Yan's fingertips.

The silver needle is thin and long, and it seems that it is easy to end Song Lingzhi's life.

Holding his breath, the blood all over his body seemed to be coagulated, and Song Lingzhi once again remembered the little novice who died tragically in Meilin, and the second son of the Duke of Qi who died under the horse's hooves in his previous life. I heard that the man Su Ri and Shen Yan were on good terms, but because of the dispute between words and tongues, they ended up in such a field.

And what about her?

Song Lingzhi's fingertips trembled, and his long eyelashes looked at Shen Yan, trembling like wings.

She couldn't figure out if Shen Yan had the same memories of her previous life as herself. If so, then he is now finding himself, is ......

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, Bai Zhi cried with joy, and shouted out repeatedly: "Old lady, the girl is awake!" The girl is awake! ”

Everyone in the house was smiling, and Mrs. Song bowed and bowed in front of the Bodhisattva, and hurried over to thank Shen Yan: "Today is really thanks to Yan Gongzi's help." ”

There was also a hand full of silver needles stuck in the back of her hand, Song Lingzhi couldn't move, she muttered and opened her lips.

His throat was dry, and he couldn't make any sound, only his eyes could blink a little bit.

Old Mrs. Song stood on the edge of the couch, tears in her eyes, thanked Shen Yan for her kindness, and hurriedly called someone to bring a hot handkerchief.

"Yan Gongzi, fortunately you are here today. Otherwise, my granddaughter ......" Old Madam Song sobbed quietly.

Song Lingzhi's fingertips moved lightly: "Grandfather, grandmother, ......"

She wanted to summon someone to come, but she didn't wait for Mrs. Song, but waited for Shen Yan first.

Those black eyes were as cold and indifferent as ever, like a deep pool of cold springs.

Shen Yan said lightly: "Old lady, there are still a few places where the needle has not been applied. ”

Old Madam Song hurriedly got out of the way and asked Shen Yan to step forward.

Song Lingzhi was lying on the couch, saying that he couldn't move, so he could only watch Shen Yan move forward step by step, and the silver needle in his hand was close at hand.

Song Lingzhi's pupils tightened.

Dozens of silver needles are of different lengths, sharp and slender.

With the light on his back, half of Shen Yan's face was shrouded in shadows, flickering bright and dark.

The dark dark flowers, green bamboos, rain flowers, brocade robes were delicate and precious, and Shen Yan stood condescendingly on the edge of the couch, with thin eyelids drooping.

Those inky eyes were hidden in the shadows.

Song Lingzhi remembered for no reason that this morning in Meilin, Shen Yan also looked at himself with such eyes.

The green yarn hung low, and Song Lingzhi's right hand was resting on the pillow, his eyes full of panic.

The silver needle is over-fired, and it is hot and hot.

A long, thin needle is pierced into the flesh.

Shen Yan leaned over, his well-proportioned fingers holding the silver needle, twisting it finely.

Song Lingzhi was tense, she knew that acupuncture was powerful, and it could save people and kill people.

Shen Yan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze casually swept over Song Lingzhi's face, the corners of his lips hooked up a little mockery, and he paused word by word: "Miss Song...... Know me? ”

Song Lingzhi's eyes widened.

Shen Yan's eyes flashed a little ruthlessly.

The long needles on the fingertips were about to fall into the flesh, and suddenly heard a soft smack on the couch, Song Lingzhi raised his eyebrows and looked coldly: "No matter what, you are also an outsider, and you dare to come back with my father with a shy face." ”

Shen Yan paused, frowning in surprise: "...... What? ”

Song Lingzhi sneered: "Your taboo preferences are similar to your father's, my grandmother is old, and I will not be hidden from you." ”

Everyone knows that Jiang doesn't like Song Hanyuan, and it is also rumored that Song Hanyuan has a concubine outside and a son under his knees, but because the Jiang family is not good at recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors, he will make plans when the child is older.

Shen Yan had heard this before, but he couldn't have imagined that Song Lingzhi would actually suspect him.

He raised his eyes, his gaze was impartial and collided with Song Lingzhi, thoughtful.

……

Snow beads fall from under the eaves of the verandah.

Yue Xu waited behind Shen Yan: "Master, the subordinates of that little novice's house have all rummaged, and this is the pill found in his cabinet." His subordinates were still in his backyard, turning out the corpses of hundreds of raccoon slaves. ”

The tanuki slaves were all disemboweled, and their deaths were miserable.

The little novice didn't have good intentions to save the tanuki slaves, but he just used them to pass the news outside.

The message was written on paper mixed with pills, forced the raccoon slave to swallow, made a sign and released it, and someone grabbed and disemboweled, and took away the paper ball.

Shen Yan's eyes were cold: "Uncle Huang is really old." ”

Yue Xu lowered his head and didn't dare to say more.

Shen Yan's face was expressionless: "The things were sent to the imperial uncle, and he knew how to cook." ”

Yue Xu was respectful: "Yes." ”

After a slight pause, he threw his hand to the test, "Master, do you still want to keep an eye on Miss Song?" ”

Although the fact that Song Hanyuan has an outer room is nothing, the maids and servants who spread this word indiscriminately also let Mrs. Song beat the board and drive out of the house. However, this rumor has been around since Jiang entered the door, and it is not uncommon for someone to chew the root of their tongue and be heard by Song Lingzhi.

The red plum blossomed in the snow, Shen Yan raised his hand, his fingertips lightly twisted the plum branch, and with a slight force on his wrist, the plum branch was unbearable and fell to the ground, like Song Lingzhi's slender and white neck.

With white snowy eyes, Shen Yan seemed to see Song Lingzhi lying on the couch trembling again. The girl's red lips pursed, obviously frightened, but she still pretended to stare at herself.

Shen Yan whispered: "Find someone to follow." ”

He still couldn't trust Song Lingzhi.

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At the beginning of the blizzard, the four-flour makeup is jade.

Bai Zhi supported Song Lingzhi, and did not forget to chatter: "The girl really can't stay, if the old lady knows, she should talk about the slave and the maid." ”

Song Lingzhi smiled: "That room is really stuffy, and this grandmother is still taking a lunch break, so she will definitely not see you and me." ”

I took injections and medicine yesterday, and when I woke up this morning, my body is really much better.

Song Lingzhi said softly: "The silver was sent to the backyard?" ”

Bai Zhi nodded: "The slave maid personally sent it, the woman is in the kitchen, and she said that she would take care of the nest of raccoon slaves for the girl, and she will not worry the girl." Speaking of which, the little novice was really miserable, and he was drunk and died under the horse's hooves. ”

Angelica dahurica.

Outsiders only thought that the little novice was drunk and mistakenly tied himself behind the horse, and he knew nothing about the inside story.

Song Lingzhi listened absentmindedly.

I was uneasy, and I didn't know if Shen Yan believed what he said yesterday.

When he was distracted, he suddenly heard a noise in front of him, and more than a dozen people stood in one place, tall and fierce.

In the middle of the snow lay a green pine, which had been crushed by the snow the night before.

Bai Zhi stood in front of Song Lingzhi and explained softly: "Girl, the slave maid heard that the tree is so powerful that more than a dozen people can't lift it. ”

If it weren't for that, they wouldn't have been able to get down the mountain.

The snow was endless, Song Lingzhi tiptoed forward, and really saw that the green pine was tall, and the trunk had to be held by four or five people.

Song Lingzhi frowned and was worried: "That...... Can you still go down the mountain? ”

Bai Zhi was relieved: "The girl and the old lady have been on the mountain for the past two days, and the old man will definitely not care." The girl relaxed, and she couldn't tell tomorrow...... What are those people talking about? ”

Looking forward along Bai Zhi's line of sight, I really saw that there were more than a dozen people with hoes and shovels, all of them fierce and vicious.

The leader smacked on the ground, full of sarcasm and ridicule: "Boy, get away, it's not your ......"

He held the young man standing in the middle in one hand, and he slammed it hard, but he didn't even mention it.

The man's eyes showed a bit of astonishment and confusion.

After trying harder, I still didn't mention it.

The young man was thin and frail, covered in ash, and his only eyes were as bright as amber.

The man looked at it for a moment and grinned, "You want to move the tree with us?" Earn the Song family's reward? ”

Everyone knows that the old lady of the Song family is trapped in the Jinming Temple on the mountain, and Song Han has a large amount of silver, if anyone moves the green pine that is in the way, he can get a hundred taels of silver.

The young man was silent, only a pair of eyes were blazing.

The man laughed and waved his hand: "Get out of the way, let him move alone, I want to see what this kid is capable of, dare to take Joe in front of me!" ”

A dozen or so swarthy strong men stepped back in unison, standing with their hands crossed, leaving only the young man alone in front of the green pine.

The wind was howling, and the snow fell on his shoulders. The blue-gray robe was stained with snowflakes and then turned into a mist.

The young man did not say a word, and walked past the crowd to the green pine.

In the vast snowfield, there was only his small shadow.

Song Lingzhi couldn't help but take two or three steps forward, standing on the mountain and looking at the mountain gate, the green pine was in the middle of the road.

The boy leaned over and wrapped his arms around the trunk. With all his might, he only wrapped around the corner of the trunk.

The strong men around looked at each other, and the sound of ridicule gradually rose, gloating.

The man who had mocked the boy before stepped forward jokingly: "I said boy, if you are really afraid......

Before he could say anything, the young man suddenly exerted force, his face was bruised, and the roots of his neck were red.

The green pine tree actually made him lift it, more than two feet above the ground.

There was a loud bang, and the echo was deafening, and the green pine really made the young man resist alone.

The man was stunned, excited, and put one hand around the young man's shoulders: "Good boy, my brother really didn't mistake you!" Where did you work before, talk to your steward, and follow your brother in the future. With your strength, you and your brother must eat and drink spicy food every day. ”

Beads of snow poured up from the ground, and the blood on the tips of the young man's ears had not faded, and he gasped for breath, and his palms had just been wounded by the branches, and a long hole had been cracked.

The man said for a long time, but he never waited for the young man's reply, he was curious: "Why don't you speak?" But are you still blaming your brother for looking down on you? ”

Someone in the crowd whispered, "Boss, he's a dumb man and can't speak." ”

The man was speechless for a while, and then slapped his big palm on the young man's shoulder: "It's my brother who is abrupt, I'm sorry." ”

The boy didn't snort, Amber eyes lifted slightly, and through the vast snow, he saw the scarlet figure on the mountain at a glance.

Song Lingzhi wore a gorilla felt red cloak, held a gilt enamel handstove in his hand, smiled and whispered to Bai Zhi: "That's a good thing, you tell your father Ming'er, and give him more silver." ”

Bai Zhi smiled and said hello, and looked at the mountain gate again: "Look, the slave maid, that person should be the kitchen chopping wood, called Wei and Wei Ziyuan!" This is still yesterday to go to the kitchen to find the mother-in-law to help......"

Before he could say a word, he suddenly saw Song Lingzhi's eyes widen: "What did you say?" ”

Bai Zhi was startled: "The slave said, I went to give the woman silver yesterday......"

Song Lingzhi hurried: "It's not this question, you just said it, his name is ...... Wei Ziyuan? ”

Bai Zhi nodded.

Song Lingzhi was stunned, and looked at the mountain gate again.

In the ice and snow, the young man was surrounded in the middle of an inconspicuous blue and gray robe.

Wei Ziyuan.

She muttered, repeatedly.

In the previous life, the name of the Wei family's money village was all over the world, and after the Song family fell, the Wei family became the richest businessman in the south of the Yangtze River.

At that time, it was ...... who was in charge Wei Ziyuan.