Chapter 47: Lu Ying
"Stand!"
For some reason, Mrs. Liu's voice was a little panicked. She left Su Mu and walked quickly to the Dao Chief, trying to block their path with her own body.
"You say you can be cured, so what if you can't?"
The Taoist chief probably thought it was interesting in his heart, he glanced up and down at Mrs. Liu with the eyes that he was used to looking at others, and then said unhurriedly: "If I can't cure it, if you eat it, I will do it." β
"It's ......ridiculous," she said, obviously annoyed, but her voice unconsciously lost its momentum and began to tremble.
"You...... Come with me. β
She hesitated for a moment before hesitating to lead the way. Su Mu didn't know how much she wanted to follow, but her feet only took half a step forward, but she retracted again, lowered her head and slowly turned around and left.
Liufu is really a big family, and you can know how rich this family is from the wall you see at the door. The Taoist chief and the others followed Mrs. Liu, I don't know how many corridors and rockeries they turned, and how many doors they entered before they entered a courtyard. There is a lot of grass growing in this yard, which looks very tender. When the two maids at the door saw their lady coming, they saluted and said, "Madame." One went on to say, "The young master just took the medicine and fell asleep." β
"It's okay, it's okay. The Taoist chief replied first, regardless of Mrs. Liu's worse and worse face, and suddenly asked her, "May I ask what is Mrs. Liu's maiden name?"
The look on her face changed and changed before she could answer: "My surname is Lu, my name is Lu Ying." ββSince the Taoist chief is an immortal, he can know it by pinching his fingers. β
"Oh, suppose I figured out who you are, lady?"
As soon as these words came out, Lu Ying's face changed greatly, she glanced at the two confused maids, gritted her teeth and smiled: "Since my husband has already fallen asleep, it is better for me to prepare a room for the two of you to rest." How about waiting for him to wake up and then heal?"
The Taoist chief has never been unrelenting about other things, he nodded to show that he was reasonable, and then turned his head to Yun and said casually: "Up!"
This sounded like she was calling a dog, but she was interested, and first danced exaggeratedly, before taking out a dozen pieces of rune paper from the palm of her hand, and by the way, she shook it loudly, and said to the two stunned maids: "Sister, please let me go." β
The two maids walked away for unknown reasons, but when they saw her reach out, they slapped the talisman paper on the door. It's a pity that there are a few places that can't be reached, so the Taoist chief reached out to help, and by the way, he stopped Lu Ying, who was about to stay in a cold sweat.
"What are you doing, what are you ......doing! And I haven't been entangled in anything evil!"
She shouted a little broken, and the Liu Gongzi inside should wake up even if he slept like a pig, but there was no movement.
"Just in case, just in case. β
The Taoist still has a smile on his face, which is his usual expression when he encounters something interesting. Those few runes seemed to be pasted in a haphazard manner, but if they looked closely, they seemed to faintly emit a layer of shallow golden light, as if they were alive and quite spiritual.
Lu Ying's face didn't know why, but it gradually had a layer of defeat. She trembled her lips, as if she still couldn't bear to let go, and flicked her sleeves, as if she had made up her mind, and said to them: "The wing room is on the west side, Taoist chief, come with me." β
"Master, Master!"
Seeing that the distance between him and Mrs. Liu was gradually widening, Yun casually and carefully pulled his sleeve behind him and whispered to him. So the Taoist chief bent down and asked as he walked, "What's wrong?"
"There's something wrong with this Mrs. Liu, it's weird. β
"Where's the blame?"
"If you are sick and dying, I don't know how happy I am to see a person come to treat you! This Mrs. Liu doesn't seem to be happy at all when she sees you, and thinks you are not good!"
Although the Taoist chief didn't like this metaphor at all, he still felt that what the apprentice said was reasonable. He flicked Yun's casual little brain melon lightly, and asked with a smile, "Yes, why do you think about it?"
So she began to frown and meditate, but as soon as she thought about things, she began to walk more and more slowly, until she came to a complete stop. The Taoist then turned around and scooped her up, and whispered to Yun casually, "I'll tell you at night." β
He looked at Lu Ying's back again, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
On the other side, Su Mu was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground. But her mind didn't seem to be on this, just looking in one direction in a distracted way. For a while, the fallen leaves that had been swept away were removed by her, which caused the grandmother to shout dissatisfiedly: "Su Mu! What are you doing! How many times have you wandered! If it weren't for the fact that you are the personal maid of the son, I would have swept you out of the house a long time ago!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" She was startled, suddenly came back to her senses, and apologized again and again. Mama snorted coldly and turned to leave, leaving her alone in the middle of the courtyard.
Of course, there was no one around, because no one was willing to approach an ugly monster in their hearts. All the voices seemed to be far away from her, and all that could be heard was the sound of the broom's "brush-brush-".
Her hand slowly brushed her scarred cheek, and as if she had thought of something, she sighed softly.
"Childe...... You've got to get better......"
A tear fell from her bumpy cheek and dripped silently into the dust.
[Xuncao] "Classic of Mountains and Seas, Zhongshan Classic": "(Qingyao Mountain) has grass, its shape is like a leaf, and the square stem, Huanghua, and red fruit, its original is like a weed, the name is Xuncao, and the beauty of the clothes. β
Jin Guo Pu's "Classic of Mountains and Seas, Tuzan Zhongshan Jing": "Xun grass is red, convulsive like Suga, women wear it, and it is easy to practice color. β
Qing Yuan Mei's "Suiyuan Poetry Addendum" volume 9: "Fang Bo Jiuji, the favorite Chunfang, Ye's, will be forty years old, and the style is beautiful, like a person who serves the Xianjia Xuncao." β