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Chapter 125 Qinghe reflects the moon
Jiang Su took the initiative to bend down, enduring the pain from his back hitting the ground, picked up the two letters, and took the initiative to open them in front of several people.

"This is the letter that Yingyue and I decided to write after discussing it for more than three hours that day. It is the last letter that she begs you to come back to."

"She said she was begging you one last time for the sake of both parents of the child in her belly. She wasn't even begging you just to keep herself alive!"

Jiang Su shook the piece of paper inside which was filled with Juanxiu's small words, and patted it on Sikong's chest. There were only a few lines of words on it.

[Seeing letters is like meeting each other. Showing your letters is soothing. ]
[Master, Yingyue is pregnant for more than three months, and her body is about to collapse. Only the master can save her. Please recall the dewy marriage, the lingering love for a hundred days, and return home to talk about it. ]
Sikong's expression froze and he stared at the words above without moving.

Jiang Su continued, "Master Sikong, Yingyue can live. If you drink a bowl of abortion pills and two bowls of supplements for many years, your body can survive."

"But she wanted to give birth to your child, and even if she went to hell because of it, she would still be repaying your kindness."

Sikong put down his hands numbly, his eyes were empty, he looked at the breathless woman on the bed, and murmured, "How could..."

He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully held the woman's hand, "You, are you pregnant?"

Yingyue opened her eyes, and her clear eyes were filled with this man. She weakly raised the corners of her mouth, with undiminished tenderness on her brows.

His fingers moved slightly and he wrote on the man's palm, "You are back." ]
Sikong's throat moved slightly, but he remained silent.

When Jiang Su saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneered, "Miss Yingyue would not have been so ill. When the first letter came, the head of the family came back. Within three days, the babysitter was safe and healthy."

"When the second letter comes, the master of the family returns. Within seven days, the baby will be safe and the baby will be safe and sound."

"When the third letter comes, the head of the family returns, and he will be cured within half a month."

"When this fourth letter comes, the master of the family returns. Yingyue will not be attacked in order to protect your precious things, and there is a way to survive."

Jiang Su paused suddenly and threw the fifth letter to the man, "Master Sikong, this is written by Zhou."

Sikong took the letter, opened it, and read the contents.

[Master, Ying Yue’s life has not been long. Zhou found an ancient prescription and returned it within 13 days. It can still be cured. ]
Sikong suddenly said, "What day is today?"

"Fifteen." Jiang Su said coldly.

"Is it okay?"

"No."

This letter was written the day after Jiang Su made an angry statement about Zabuji Yingyue.

After she went back full of anger that day, she looked through Zhou Fan's entire room of medical books. It was at midnight the next day that she found the final way to delay.

"The ancient prescription is that when the doctor was a child, he acupunctured the thirteen acupoints of Guimen for thirteen consecutive days, and then used the fire of Zhiyang to warm the meridians, which could fight Yama and snatch people's lives."

Jiang Su suddenly sighed softly, "I go out every night at Hai hour and return home at Chou hour to perform acupuncture on her for thirteen days, but the head of the house...two days ago, I didn't wait for you to come back to review her menstruation."

"I saved him. I used all the methods I could. You said I ignored human life and was not qualified to practice medicine, hahaha."

Jiang Su's voice suddenly stopped, he took out his short blade, lifted his robe, and with a determined look in his eyes, he brought the knife down and cut the hemp silk.

"Shh-"

"Master of the Sikong family, Zhou has never owed anything to the Si family, nor does he owe anything to the head of the Sikong family. Today I will cut off my robes and we will no longer have any contact with each other in the future."

The hem of his linen clothes fell to the ground.

Jiang Su turned and left.

……

Sikong frowned, holding the two letters in his hands, lowering his head and remaining silent.

Yes, these people gave him five opportunities, but as long as he could seize one, Yingyue would not be like this... The woman suddenly held his hot palm, and for a long time, she wrote,
[Master, I can’t do it anymore. ]
Sikong's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at this woman who had reached the end of her life in horror.

He murmured, "Yingyue, don't die... I won't leave again."

"Yingyue, I love you. I didn't avoid you on purpose. I just couldn't see through my own heart. I went to Zhang's house and endured it for a hundred days. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw in the sea of ​​consciousness was you. I'm sure, I am not happy with Zhang Yingyue, but I am devoted to you!"

Yingyue used her last strength to raise the corners of her mouth, leaving a smile like a flash in the pan, and wrote with her fingers,

[Master, come back earlier next time. ]
The beauty closed her eyes silently and breathed her last.

……

Jiang Su had already packed her things and left Si's house, but she didn't go far and stayed at an inn not far from Si's house.

The next day, she saw a white cloth hanging on the door of the Si Mansion.

"What the hell is going on? Yingyue is dead, how was that kid born? No, Meng Hui is the second generation of immortals, Yingyue is a mortal here, and Sikong is a golden elixir monk. Meng Hui cannot be born. "

"Meng Hui became a human immortal at the age of three. He must have been born from an immortal in the upper world."

Jiang Su suddenly thought of the book under Yingyue's pillow. There was a Talisman in the book.

Suddenly, it was as if thunder fell from a clear sky and scattered all the dark clouds.

"It turns out that Yingyue is not dead. She used the Babel Talisman after she died! She was Meng Hui who was born in the upper world!"

Jiang Su suddenly ran out of the inn and returned to Si's house.

The entire Si family was empty, and she walked to the elegant courtyard covered with white silk.

Sikong is talking to someone.

"Master, Sister Yingyue told me about her family background." Wu Xin cried so hard that Lihua choked with sobs.

"What?" Sikong said hoarsely, his heart filled with despair.

"Sister Yingyue used to be from Qinghe, and her surname is also Zhang."

Sikong looked at her blankly and asked, "What do you mean?"

The old man who was mourning was sweeping the fallen leaves aside and said, "Hey, this girl is so miserable. In the past, there was a flood in our Qinghe River, and everyone was washed away. Now most of the people who live here are from other places." people."

"The current Zhang family in Qinghe moved here more than ten years ago. I heard that it used to be from eastern Hunan.

"Their family is very interesting. The generation from Xiangdong is named Wang Yingying, the generation from Qinghe is named Ri Yangying, and the generation from Huainan is named Yinglong. They are all the former Confucian immortals who ascended. Descendants of Zhang Shuhe.”

Sikong had a sudden attack. He tightly grasped the shoulders of the old man carrying the coffin with both hands. His eyes were red and he was so excited, "What did you say? What about the Zhang family from more than ten years ago?!"

The old man was stunned by his appearance, "The flood washed her away. I still remember the Miss Zhang family. She was a child prodigy from all over the world and liked to read books. Her name is Zhang..."

"Yes! Zhang Yingyue! Oh, why do you have the same name as the current Miss Zhang from eastern Hunan? She is Riyang Ying, the moon of Mingyue. The family tree of this Confucian immortal is really weird."

Sikong took out the letters in his sleeves, his arms trembling, and several pieces of paper made a sound as he pulled them apart.

These pieces of stationery have writing on the lower right corner.

[Yingyue]
It is the central reflection of the sun, the moon of the bright moon.

It’s the clear river reflecting the moon.

How about this time! Abuse or not! That kind of ancient bloody love literature! ! !