Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 864

A light splash of tea, smudged the beautiful clothes.

The woman's slanted eyebrows raised a trace of arrogance, obviously she looked down on the girls in front of her at all, and as for Su Mengchen who was standing beside her in common clothes, she just ignored it.

But a servant.

This woman is the continuation of the court elder, and she went to the battlefield when she was young. The eldest son she gave birth was the young left minister in the court, and the youngest son was studying in Qingya Academy. He was a famous general. Outstanding talent, only 16 years old this year, has rushed to No.19 on the Qingyun list, it can be said that the future is bright.

After hearing the woman's words, everyone turned their attention to Song Wanzhi and the others.

The man in plain clothes has an ordinary face, the girl in plain clothes looks like jade, the girl in black is unparalleled, and the boy in rags looks downcast.

This is really a strange combination no matter how you look at it.

People in the Song Dynasty are still beautiful, and people's eyes fell on Lianxuan, and they couldn't help but admire secretly, but at the end, they felt that the girl in plain clothes had a special charm.

Xie Chun took a step forward, and said to the woman: "Mrs. Li, I said I would trample Qingya Academy under my feet, but did I say I would trample you under my feet? Why are you so angry? Could it be that you want to let Qingya Academy fall under your feet? Shall I step on you too?"

She said with a smile, looking like she was not afraid of anything.

No one had ever said such a thing to Mrs. Li, and she immediately clapped her hands: "Say it to me again, you boy!"

Xie Chun still smiled and said, "There's nothing you can't say! So what if I say it again?"

Xie Chun's face was slightly depressed: "Mrs. Li, don't think that Qingya Academy is so powerful, the dean of Qingya Academy is so powerful, don't think that the disciples of Qingya Academy are so powerful, except for staying in that decaying academy and slowly becoming What is the use of a dry bone of cultivation?"

Xie Chun's eyes turned towards Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li's body trembled, and she felt that the "young man"'s eyes were as cold as a knife, and that expression of sloppy laughter seemed to become unpredictable, but in an instant, her eyes turned fiercely over, and then took a deep breath. In a low tone, the finger painted with Dan Kou turned the tea cup slightly, and then snorted lightly: "What an arrogant boy, you dare to say such a thing about the dean of Qingya Academy, even if your parents are reluctant to teach you, I should teach you a lesson too you."

Her fingers curled up.

Then, the guard behind her stood up.

Everyone knows that the guards accompanying Mrs. Yipin are all masters of Gewujing. The slovenly boy in front of him...

Everyone knows what "lesson" means.

People looked at them sympathetically, how could they survive in Dongdu after offending so many powerful families as soon as they arrived.

The guard raised his hand to Xie Chun and clenched it into a fist.

The corners of Mrs. Li's mouth twitched lightly: "You're such an ignorant, silly child. What are you? Are you on the Pearl List or the Qingyun List?"

The guard looked at the ragged boy who was a head shorter than himself, with deep contempt in his eyes.

Mrs. Li turned the tip of her tongue and felt the scent of new tea: "The word ability is not something you can say in a few words."

The guard's fists clenched.

"Let's fight, teach her a lesson, and let her know a little bit about herself."

The guard's fist slammed down!

"boom--"

It hasn't arrived yet, but the sound of the wind has already been carried, and then it smashes towards the emaciated man!
One fist!

Seeing that the fist was about to hit, Xie Chun didn't even lift the corner of his eyes, and then, a slender hand reached out, pointing.

The iron fist stopped instantly.

Everyone was taken aback.

And when he saw the situation in front of him clearly, he couldn't even say a word.

In front of the huge fist, there is only a slender finger, like an orchid.

Click on the weak blue on the boulder.

Then, the orchid sang, flicked its fingers, and then, with a "click", everyone clearly heard the sound of bones breaking.

The guard was stunned, Shuinen retreated, his face turned pale, and in an instant, he was dripping with cold sweat!
Song Wanzhi looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, I can't tolerate others pointing their fist at my friend."

The girl's voice was like ice and jade, her voice was clear and slow, but there was a strange persistence that could not be doubted.

Mrs. Li's hand holding the teacup froze instantly.

The others were also taken aback.

People's eyes fell on the girl's fingers, and the girl's hand was put on her waist in an easy-going manner. A part of the plain sleeve fell down, and only a part of the slender wrist was seen, which was exquisite and transparent, without any traces. However, the accessories are becoming more and more natural.

How could such a hand block such a fist so easily?

However, she blocked it.

With a smile, Song Wanzhi's eyebrows were unmistakable, and then, he walked between the ladies.

Very light, it seems that walking among these princes and nobles is similar to the thousands of people behind them.

Those women who were originally aggressive didn't even dare to move.

The girl walked to the attic door, opened the door, and asked the ladies behind her, "Ladies, do you want to go in and have a cup of tea? My little girl is clumsy, but she is willing to make a cup for the ladies who came from afar." .”

The more calm and calm the girl is, the more it seems that the women in front of her are inferior.

Such a magnanimity has never been seen in the stunning Dongdu.

Mrs. Li froze, her face rolled from red to white. Finally, she flicked her sleeves and said stubbornly: "Just because you are capable, it doesn't mean you are very capable. There are so many strong people in Dongdu! You wait for me..."

After speaking, he took a group of ladies and left quickly.

Xie Chun stood there with folded arms and said, "Ma'am, didn't you agree that Qin Ling will see the truth in the exam? Don't worry, any cruel words you say will hit me in the face every sentence."

Mrs. Li paused, then turned her head and gave Xie Chun a hard look, before striding away.

Xie Chun smiled happily.

The four of them entered the courtyard and closed the door to block prying eyes from outside.

Song Wanzhi went upstairs to see the little girl.

Song Wanzhi raised the curtain, and the little girl immediately exclaimed, Song Wanzhi said gently, "Don't be afraid of the little girl, this is Lihua Lane on Beida Street."

The girl's fear was less, and she saw the girl's eyes, gentle as the moon, looked around, and saw that the surroundings were tidy, and there was a half-bloomed lilac flower in front of the table.

Such an environment, such a person, suppressed the panic and vigilance in her heart for half a minute, her face was still pale, recalling the severe pain of that night, suddenly cold sweat broke out again.

Song Wanzhi sighed from the bottom of his heart, and then comforted him in a low voice: "It's all right now. Take a rest first, is your injury better? I've applied some medicine to you."

The little girl just lowered her head, looked at the clean clothes on her body, and there was a faint scent of medicine, but she didn't feel any pain on her body.

Song Wanzhi saw that she was not in a good state of mind, so she walked to the side, lit the tranquilizing incense, and said, "Have a rest, can we talk about it later if you have any questions? I'll cook some porridge for you, do you like it?" What to eat? Lotus seeds? Lilies? Tremella?"

The little girl seemed to feel that her sister at home was asking, and for a moment, her heart calmed down inexplicably, and then she said hoarsely: "...It's all good, no, it's still Lily."

Song Wanzhi smiled softly: "Okay, sleep for a while, I'll call you when the porridge is ready."

"...Hmm." The girl closed her eyes in a daze.

Song Wanzhi just walked out and closed the door gently.

Song Wanzhi asked Xie Chun what he liked to eat, Xie Chun hugged more than a dozen of them in one go, but Lian Xuan shook her head lightly.

Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen walked into the back room together.

Xie Chun stood there and saw Lianxuan standing in the corner. For some reason, this girl didn't speak often, and seemed to be clumsy in her tongue. Even standing beside her seemed to be separated by seventeen or eight miles. During the reunion at Wanzhi, there was an expression on display, but at other times, she stayed quietly.

It is difficult for others to get involved in her world.

Xie Chun thought for a while, and found that she couldn't find anything to say to her, she couldn't help scratching her ears anxiously.

But just when she was anxious and didn't know what to do, the girl standing there turned her head and saw Xie Chun scratching his ears and cheeks at a glance.

Xie Chun blushed immediately. Over the years, her skin had already become as thick as a city wall, and she actually blushed under this girl's ice-cold snow-like eyes.

Lian Xuan walked towards her, then stopped.

Xie Chun was taken aback, and was about to speak, but before she could speak, Lian Xuan suddenly opened her hand, and then handed the things in her hand to Xie Chun.

The snow-white slender fingers spread out, and a small paper bag was released, and then, a small ball was revealed.

Snow white with a sprinkle of sesame seeds on top.

This is, Jiuniang Duanzi?
This is what the girl took when she was on the road just now?

This is, for her?

Xie Chun looked at the stunning girl in front of him in surprise.

Lianxuan's voice was nice and cold: "It's delicious."

Looking at the thing that had been held by the girl for an unknown period of time, Xie Chun felt an unknown emotion welling up in his heart.

She thought she was unreasonable, but along the way, she held onto what was given to her.

How many years, who ever cared about her?

"Thank you." Xie Chun put away that hippie smile, then took it with both hands and held it.

Xie Chun was reluctant to eat, and asked as if thinking of something again: "Why is there no Wanzhi?"

Lian Xuan lowered her eyes and said, "She doesn't seem to like wine."

Jiuniang dumplings, the taste of wine has been integrated.

She turned around again and stood there, silent.

Xie Chun held the paper-wrapped dumpling, and his heart fluttered for a moment.

There is a kind of thought that is too small, and there is a kind of thought that is too detailed. If you don't look carefully, you will never find it.

She looked at the back of the girl in black, and a thought flashed through her in an instant, what does she like?

what do you like?
Song Wanzhi knew that Lianxuan liked wine very much, but when she drank, she would stand there quietly and her eyes became clearer and brighter, unlike Xiao Ye's noisy snoring.

Song Wanzhi specially made a plate of chicken with distiller's grains for Lianxuan.

When the food was put on the table, Xie Chun couldn't help raising his eyebrows as he looked at the distiller's lees chicken on the table.

Her eyes turned around Song Wanzhi and Lian Xuan, and for a moment, she couldn't help but smile silly.

Is it lucky?
They didn't say anything to each other, yet they understood each other very well.

After dinner, Song Wanzhi picked up some light side dishes, guessing that the little girl had woken up, and then brought the boiled soft glutinous porridge to the little girl.

It was inconvenient for Su Mengchen to go in, so he stood outside. The girl's questioning voice came to his ears, like spring raindrops on green plantains.

He stood there, Xiaobai saw his master, and then jumped down from the red fox on the roof, and then gently rubbed his head towards Su Mengchen's hand.

Master, you haven't touched me for a long time...

Su Mengchen lowered her eyes, watching Xiaobai baring her teeth obsequiously, then smiled, stretched out her finger and tapped it lightly on the head.

With the night that was about to fall, a small skylark patrolled the sky for a while, and then fell into Su Mengchen's palm like a star.

With a flick of Su Mengchen's hand, he saw a piece of paper tied under its feet.

Golden paper.

Su Mengchen frowned slightly.

This kind of paper is the only one who is not too fancy.

A small piece of paper is covered with extremely tiny gold threads, which is very heavy.

As soon as Su Mengchen unfolded it, he scanned the content on the paper, and then twisted it with two fingers, and the golden thread paper was instantly reduced to ashes.

Skylark rubbed against Su Mengchen's finger, and under Xiaobai's "threatening" gaze, he waved his wings and flew away with a "swoosh".

The door opened with a "squeak", and Su Mengchen turned around and asked, "Is it better?"

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. The little girl from the Tai Hospital was severely beaten after she discovered something secret."

"It's about Lianxuan." Su Mengchen asked with a smile.

Song Wanzhi said: "The little girl didn't say anything, but she thought about it. What's wrong?"

Su Mengchen took her hand, put away the basket she was carrying, and said as she walked down, "Lian Zheng refers to the position of regent. It can be said that he holds great power, but there are other forces behind it. However, Lian Xuan should not be underestimated." Look, but we still need an opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Song Wanzhi turned to look at Su Mengchen.

Su Mengchen looked into her eyes, couldn't help but lowered his head, kissed her eyelids, and said with a smile: "Yes, an opportunity, one, give him an opportunity to hope, and the sleeping lion will be for the person he hopes He rushed up regardless, and exposed the king's minions to everyone who blocked his path."

-

The palace is deep.

In this summer day, the earth dragon was still burning on the ground, and the maids and servants in the palace were already sweating profusely. However, the man sitting there was still wearing thick clothes.

The servant next to him said cautiously: "Your Majesty, these are all important ones that have been corrected by the regent, and I will show them to you."

The man raised his hand and gave a low cough. He held a vermilion pen, flipped through one or two memorials, and suddenly coughed violently.

The maid next to him hurriedly delivered medicine to the man in front of him.

"Your Majesty, this is medicine."

Lian Xuan raised his eyebrows, and at that moment, the jade color flickered on the ice and snow, and his obviously thin and sick face seemed to be smudged with a dazzling brilliance. The glance seemed to be affectionate, but when he looked inside, he could only see Frozen for thousands of miles.

He stretched out his skinny hand, then picked up the medicine and drank it.

Secretly, the maid serving the medicine breathed a sigh of relief.

Lian Xuan was in better spirits today, he briefly read the revised memorial, then stood up and went to take a bath.

In the huge bathing pool, a palace maid had prepared everything beforehand and quietly left.

A sixteen-fold screen unfolded in front of his eyes, enclosing the bath.

Although Lian Xuan is not feeling well now, he is especially afraid of the cold, so the hot water in the bath is no longer hot, but scalding, and thick water mist rises up, spreading everything.

Everyone knows that their young and handsome emperor never allows anyone to serve him close.

Lian Xuan ripped off his own clothes, and then turned around the screen. In a short while, he was stripped of only his middle coat.

However, when the screen was turned, the man's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Amidst the water mist, a girl in purple clothes was sitting there with her hair wrapped around her hair and a small purple flower stuck in her hair. Her back was facing him. The girl's exquisite body was outlined in that purple gauze dress, fresh and beautiful, just like a A flower about to bloom.

A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old is just right for being young and mature.

The girl's delicate and soft voice came to mind: "I have admired His Majesty for a long time, and His Majesty is already twenty..."

"Take it off." Lian Xuan's voice sounded coldly.

The girl stayed for a while, and then turned her back to Lian Xuan with a blushing face. She is a unique beauty, no one can get away after seeing her, even the most honorable emperor of the Song Kingdom.

She naturally knew how to undress herself to look the best, so she turned around and took off the thin clothes on her body.

What will His Majesty Lian Xuan, who is legendary and handsome, be like?
She turned back.

Eyes full of beauty.

The purple gauze fell to the ground, and the girl's body wrapped in the small clothes was ready to come out. However, she was startled when she saw the man's cold eyes with her shyness and anticipation on her face, and then, a cold light rose, and a The long sword sank into her body instantly.

Blood spurted out, Lian Xuan took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands while looking coldly at the purple gauze.

"Tsk tsk tsk, really, you didn't even look at such a beauty, and you killed her, what a waste of money." The man's voice sounded, and then, he turned out from the dark place.

The young prime minister from the left, He Zigui, had peach blossom eyes, which were raised up with a half-smile.

Lian Xuan kept the handkerchief on his face.

The corner of Zuo Xiang's mouth twitched, then he endured it silently, looked at Lian Xuan's sick face, and sighed: "Your Majesty, what are you going to do to yourself? Miss Wuyou can't see..."

The word "Worriless" pierced into the man's ears, and the young emperor lowered his eyes instantly.

He Zigui hastily stopped his words, that name was undoubtedly a death spot for the man in front of him.

He watched him stretch out, and quickly changed the subject: "Are you going to let Lianzheng do this? He's doing it secretly now. Although you see the rules under your eyes, in the sixteen states, it's already done. The people who sent him are being eroded step by step, if you want to take it back later, it will be too late."

The corner of Lian Xuan's mouth curled into a smile: "Oh."

He looked like he didn't care at all.

He Zigui wanted to punch the monarch and his young best friend in front of him, but he still held his breath: "Then, you just wait. Qin Lingshi may make some moves, you have to be careful."

Lian Xuan said indifferently: "Oh."

He Zigui looked at him, endured it, and finally couldn't help but angrily said: "Then you just wait to die like this! If I care about you, my surname will not be He! See if she can come back to take a look at you after you die? Can she not come back if she is not dead? So you want to torture yourself to death?! You! I don't care about you!"

However, Lian Xuan just stood there quietly.

He Zigui gritted his teeth, waved his hand, then turned and left.

Lian Xuan stood there, looking at the purple gauze, and suddenly closed his eyes fiercely.

With a shaking of his hand, he suddenly coughed violently. Without a veil, a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth in an instant.

The man wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, then turned around and walked outside.

The door was kicked open layer by layer.

Lian Zheng stood outside the hall.

Lian Xuan looked at him and said, "Prince Regent, go and collect the corpse by yourself. You don't want to smell a bit of blood."

Lian Zheng still bent over and said: "Your Majesty, you should have an heir. If you kill one today, I will send it to you for the sake of the royal family."

Lian Xuan's mouth twitched into a sneer: "Oh? Give it a try, this is the last chance that Gu will give you."

He said, took a step, and walked forward.

Lian Zheng looked at Lian Xuan's far away figure, a cold light flashed in his eyes, then his eyes went far away, and then fell on the empty medicine bowl in front of the desk, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An emperor who died young is nothing.

-

Since the wives came to provoke that day, the small attic has regained its tranquility.

Although there are many pairs of eyes staring at them in the dark, these two days, several people are shopping for vegetables and cooking, or going out together when the weather is good. Most of the time, they just sit in the yard Here, each doing their own thing.

Song Wanzhi didn't ask about the grievances between Xie Chun and her father. Everyone has an unknown side, either pain or secret happiness.

No need to delve into it.

Sometimes, all it takes is companionship and support.

Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen walked slowly along the road together.

Tomorrow is the Qinling Examination, and everyone seems to be in high spirits. Everyone is lively discussing the various wonders that have appeared in the Qinling Examination over the years.

"On the cliffs on both sides of the Qinling Mausoleum, there is the Mausoleum Viewing Road, which opens on both sides. I was lucky enough to observe it once. Through the clouds and mists, there are waves of people."

"Then what kind of magical thing is the "Time Scroll"?"

"We are just watching. How can we see these things? Do you think we can see those things clearly on the Qinling Road? But, we have seen people who comprehend the "Scroll of Time"!"

"What is it? Isn't it very extraordinary?!"

"What is the "Book of Time"? I once saw a half-sage comprehend the fifth volume of "Scroll of Time". The rays of the sun can break through the sky... But unfortunately, she only comprehended the fifth volume, and by the sixth volume, her success fell short."

"...So, this is rejuvenation?"

……

Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen walked on both sides.

Song Wanzhi asked: "Is there really such a thing as rejuvenation in this world?"

Su Mengchen didn't speak, just looked at Song Wanzhi with a smile, and then lazily lifted his chin.

Song Wanzhi looked in the direction where his chin was raised, and saw in front of them a pair of bowed white-haired old men supporting each other.

Their faces are gone, and their bodies have begun to hunch because of their age. Wrinkles are piled up layer by layer on their bodies, and they take every step carefully.

However, when the eyes of the two alternated, they were full of peace and warmth.

Song Wanzhi's heart warmed up.

Su Mengchen said: "People in the world are afraid of life and death, and they do a lot. There are people who can't let go, things that can't be seen through, wishes that can't be fulfilled, desires that can't be explored... There is no right or wrong, rejuvenation is just to let go of those who can't let go. , those that cannot be seen through, those that cannot be finished, those that cannot be explored, let go of them all, see through, complete, and explore. However, life is a process for us. Therefore, there are some things that cannot be let go. Can't see through, can't be finished, can't be probed, just accept it calmly. Look at those two old people, did they let go of each other? What is consummation in life?"

Su Mengchen wrapped the girl's hand around and smiled: "Sometimes, it's good not to let go."

Song Wanzhi lowered her eyes, watching her hand being held in his palm, the slender and distinct fingers under the cloth with an unmatched strength that no one knew.

In an instant, overwhelming emotions entangled in my heart, with an indescribable feeling.

So is she.

Since you can't let go, why should you be so persistent in letting go?
Could it be that those who can't let go have sculpted a person's various appearances?
That is the weight that is destined to bear in life.

　Good morning~Thank you for ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)