Distressed Concubine

70 Reunion 3
"Report, he will marry Yingchun." Seeing that everyone was stunned, she continued to speak lightly, her voice was faint, with a slight sigh of affirmation.

Nalan Xingde was stunned. "Sher..."

"Okay, let's all go down, I have something to tell Dad." She waved her hand lightly, the thin and skeletal Qianqian wrist made people feel distressed, before everyone could react, Ru Qiu got up first.

"Let's go, father and daughter want to have a heart-to-heart talk, let's get out of sight." With a sneer, Ru Qiu slightly closed her eyes, paused for a moment and walked outside.

After the pavilion dispersed, Nalan Xingde looked at her, his sharp voice from the past was only half hoarse: "Xue'er, it is God's will to stop Nalan's family in my generation, and you don't need to have some responsibilities... ..."

"Father needless to say, as long as my name is Nalan Ruixue, I will be a member of the Nalan family." She smiled faintly, looked at the gray temples of her father, her eyes were moist, she turned and knelt down.

He leaned over and kowtowed: "Forgive my daughter for being unfilial."

"If you don't marry, don't marry. If you are a father for 18 years, you can support you for 80 years." Nalan Xingde lifted her up and held her in his arms. The touching touch made him feel bitter about being a father. "My Nalan family is ashamed of the sky above and the earth below. The girls of the Nalan family are not inferior to men. Don't be sad for any man. Even if the world abandons you, you still have a family and a father. "

"Father..." She choked with sobs, and buried herself in her father's shoulder, sobbing.

Outside the door, a woman quietly looked inside through the screen window, with tears in her eyes, she turned and left.

After bidding farewell to her father, Nalan Ruixue wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, and walked towards her courtyard.

The courtyard was empty, she cast a gloomy glance, and pushed open the dusty door. The house had been tidied up, and the things on the bed were gone, with a wry smile on her lips.

He must have seen it, walked to the bed, and touched under the bed with his hands. After a while, a gap was opened in the ground that was originally covered with planks, and gradually expanded into a secret passage for one person to enter and exit.

She stepped in slowly, and after the person was completely submerged, the floor gradually closed again, leaving no trace.

"Let me tell you, Madam left a lot of miraculous medicines for Miss back then, maybe they can save Brother Immortal's life." After a while, Qing Fu walked into the pavilion, chatting with Jiang Huai as she walked.

The authentic secret door opened by the way, and he walked in first, Jiang Huai glanced at the footprints on the floating dust on the ground, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and followed him inside.

Inside is a cellar, relatively humid, but very large. It can be said that the entire underground of Nalan Ruixue’s courtyard is a cellar. There are not many compartments inside, and each room is filled with bookshelves, cabinets, countless books and bottles. The jars are on display.

Like a Tibetan building of a family of pharmacopoeias, the faint fragrance of medicine mixed with the fragrance of paper and ink is extremely spectacular.

Jiang Huai glanced around, seeing Qingfu walking into a compartment, looking for something in a pile of colorful small bottles, he couldn't help frowning: "Aren't you afraid that your lady will be angry if you do this?"

This girl is really bold, she dares to act on her master's things without authorization.

"I'm not Qingluo." Qingfu turned her head and smiled brightly.

Reminding Jiang Huai that he said earlier that he was not Jiang Feng, he couldn't help being funny, and shook his head helplessly, this girl!

Qingfu searched and Xu Xu said: "Brother Immortal has become like this, and it will be tomorrow when Miss gets angry, the most important thing is to save people first. If Miss is angry and sad again, she will never want to see Brother Immortal just die like this."

"Hey! Don't be dazed, help me find out if I have the Ningpo Resurrection Pill. I remember it was placed in this compartment before." Qing Fu flipped through it, and found that the medicine seemed to be missing a few flavors, so she pushed it unceremoniously. Jiang Huai ordered.

"Condensing Soul Resurrection Pill?" Jiang Huai was surprised, isn't this the pill that Hongmen Zhuang never spread around the world?He heard from the prince that Hongmen Village is a family of pharmacopoeia, and no one can find the entrance of Hongmen Village because it lives outside the world. poison.

But no matter what kind of medicine it is, it is a rare thing in the world that cannot be found. People in Hongmen Village have strange tempers. They do not use medicine when they practice medicine, and medicine is poison.

And Ningpo Huanhun Pill is said to be a magical medicine that can bring the dead back to life, detoxify all kinds of poisons, and open the meridians.

How could Miss Nalan have this kind of medicine?
Glancing at the rest of the jars, there was nothing special about them, maybe Qingfu remembered it wrong?
Jiang Huai followed her through the search a few times, but he didn't see any elixir with the best taste in the world, but he did find a few pills with Ningxin ginseng tonic.

Qing Fu curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "I don't know where Miss got the medicine. From this point of view, I can only use it for Elder Brother Immortal. I'll ask after I find Miss."

It's strange that the best medicines are gone.

Jiang Huai nodded and said: "I can only save the emergency first, I will write a letter and leave it behind, I hope Miss Nalan won't be angry when she sees us taking medicine without permission."

"Write a letter? Don't need it. It's not some expensive medicine." Qing Fu opened the mechanism and walked up without comment.

Jiang Huai followed behind with a faint smile: "Isn't Jiang Feng suffering enough? Your lady is so sad that a letter was not delivered, and if you let her know that you took medicine privately and betrayed her, won't she die of grief?"

"Miss is not as cowardly as you think, let's talk about it again! The fairy brother said, dear ones, see their eyes, respect their righteousness, and promises, with the strength of their arms, you must do good deeds. I am a good deed, a good deed Do you understand?" Qing Fu climbed up carelessly, and then dragged Jiang Huai up.

The tunnel door was closed again, and in the deepest shadow, she stood there indifferently, her cold gaze swept towards the messy cabinet that Qing Fu had turned over, and she raised her hand slightly.

The celadon porcelain bottle in his hand is engraved with five small words "Ningpo Resurrection Pill."

The plain hand clenched tightly, and slowly lowered it.

At night, Qingfu and Jiang Huai sent the rest of the people away, guarded in Qingluo's room, and glanced out through the window pane.

"You said, will Miss come?" Qingfu waited for a long time, but there was no sound, and she was a little anxious.

Jiang Huai turned his eyes, glanced deeply at the girl beside her who looked silly but had a very transparent heart, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips: "I don't know."

At first he thought she was just chattering casually, but he didn't want her to just pretend not to know, asking and answering with him in a tacit understanding.

He deduced that Miss Nalan should be there at that time, if they went to find her, she would turn around and leave, and her martial arts, I am afraid that no one can catch up to her.

So he could only act with Qing Fu, and he began to be a little curious, what kind of woman is Miss Nalan?
Qingluo is decisive, and Qingfu is smart.They were all so heartbroken for this woman, this enigmatic woman who made the prince of his family love him, heartbroken and sad.

But with the deepening rain, there was still no one in sight.

The two people who were waiting became more and more desperate, and their expressions gradually dimmed.

In the room where Bei Gongcheng slept, there was no lamp. Nalan Ruixue stood quietly beside his bed, looking at him who was sleeping peacefully, and remained silent for a long time.

She knew that the two were acting, but she couldn't help but follow them here.

Seeing him lying on the bed so lifelessly at this moment, the pile of medicines and blood-soaked bandages on the table beside him all showed what he was going through at the moment.

His eyebrows are very pale, and his handsome face has no blood in it, as if it is withered.

After a short pause, she finally took out the small bottle from her waist, poured out a Condensed Soul Resurrection Pill, and put it in her lips. She stepped forward and lifted his chin slightly, and put her lips together, slowly entering it.

He didn't seem to have the slightest bit of strength, so he easily inserted into his lips with almost no need to bend. The tip of her tongue curled his silent tongue and melted the pills into a medicinal juice, which flowed into his throat little by little.

Time seems very long, but also seems very short.

The soft touch between her lips and teeth caused many images to flash through her mind like lightning, and each side made her so dazed.

After all the concoction flowed in, she slowly withdrew, and finally, after a moment's pause, she pecked lightly at the bloodless red lips, glanced briefly at the note he had been clutching in the palm of her hand, and stepped back step by step, resolutely Turn around and leave.

Close the casement, she disappeared in the rainy night.

Some injuries cannot be made up for by regret, and some pains cannot be buried by missing.

I don't want to be hurt again, so I feel unfeeling.

I don't want any more pain, so I leave.

She would rather be alone than fall in love with anyone again.

Alone, it's fine.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky finally cleared up. Jiang Huai and the others looked at the prince who was still in a coma although his complexion had improved, sighed slightly, and began to take out a human skin mask to dress up.

After a while, the group left.

Qing Fu looked at a pool of water that hadn't dried for a long time on the ground, then glanced at the pane on the other side, her eyes gradually dimmed.

If at first she felt that it was because of a misunderstanding that the young lady was sad, then she really felt hopeless at this moment, and only then did she understand why Brother Shenxian was so silent and smiled so calmly.

Not because of the weakness of the body, not because of the inflammation of the wound, but the sudden coldness of the heart.

He knows Miss very well, he knows that even if the misunderstanding is solved, Miss will not come back.

That kind of desperation was the root cause of his collapse.

Miss is more mournful than heartbroken.

Brother Shenxian's death is greater than mourning.

Qingfu slowly burst into tears.

Miss, have you finally given up?

Nantong today is decorated with lanterns and festoons. It has rained for two days and one night to wash away all the haze and wash the sky into a blue light blue.

Nantong people gathered around the gate of the capital to watch today.

I want to see how handsome this God of War prince, who is known as the most handsome in the world, has a gentle and martial arts strategy, and is invincible in all battles.

In front of the crowds of people, the soldiers of Fuhu Camp in Nantong blocked it neatly with tiger heads and silver armor, leaving a wide space for the royal family in front.

Nan Shijun has a golden crown and jade belt, and a bright yellow dragon robe.

Nanfeng silver python white robe, silver crown jade hairpin.

Su Mo's green shirt is faint, with a silver unicorn head mask on his face.

Several princes in red robes and auspicious attire, behind them all civil and military officials lined up on both sides, all holding their breath.

As soon as the time of day arrived, the sound of the entire column roaring in the distance gradually spread in.

In the distance, after hundreds of soldiers in green armor riding sweaty BMWs cleared the way, five major generals in white robes ushered in, with intricately embroidered green dragon patterns on their chests, and silver dragon-shaped armor on their shoulders and wrist guards.

The five of them are all eight feet tall, slender and fine-boned, and the natural aura around them makes it impossible to take your eyes off them.

Although their appearances were different, without exception they had cold faces and straight backs. At first glance, they were all tough men who had experienced many battles, completely different from the children of the aristocratic families here in Nantong.

The postures of the five people riding the horse are arrogant, domineering, and in unison.Echoing the horses of the Qingjia soldiers in front, the neat sound of hooves seemed to trample the ground.

The sound of "chuckle" made by the iron armor also rang out in unison regularly.

The whole team, apart from being neat, was still neat, no one looked left and right, and they all looked forward with cold determination.

There was an uproar in Nantong. I had never seen such a majestic team. Even though there were only more than a hundred people, it seemed to be a square formation of ten thousand people. Is this a corner of the world-renowned Qinglong Department?
The amazement and uproar silently explained a piece of news, Bei Gongcheng, a mythical man, everything he possesses is so eye-catching and convincing.

(End of this chapter)