Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 468

Ming Yue stepped forward to salute Que Lin, and reluctantly called out: "Master Uncle."

"good."

"..."

Que Lin: "Just now I heard Xiaobao say that you are not in good health. Master uncle and I know a little about medical theory. How about asking Master uncle to help you feel the pulse?"

"Can you refuse?" Mingyue said with a half-smile.

The very ordinary words are amazing, as if I often heard this tone before: "Is my nephew still in a hurry to feed the cat?"

This sentence came to light, and immediately made Mingyue think of the matter of feeding the meeting gift to the cat before.

Immediately, the dwarf was in half, and honestly sat down at the stone table and put his hands on the table: "Cut it."

cut it...

I always feel that this girl's way of speaking is very... special, and there is a sense of familiarity in the difference.

Que Lin stretched his sleeves: "Then the uncle will cut everything."

Pulse is normal.

However, there are ghost veins in her body, but the situation of being possessed is different.

"Your master..."

"I couldn't hold my breath and couldn't practice, so my master used the casting technique for me."

It is indeed a cast and melt technique, with the superposition of human connections and ghost veins, there is really nothing special about it other than that.Que Lin withdrew his hand and asked calmly, "Why did Pluto accept you as a disciple?"

Sure enough, he was probing something. After cutting the pulse, he didn't talk about the symptoms, but asked why he accepted the apprentice?
A bunch of scheming whores.

Zhao Qi: "Because Zhao Qi wanted to practice yin and yang like ordinary people, and after knowing Pluto's avatar, he... no matter what rain or shine, he knelt down and collapsed the floor in front of Pluto's gate. After moving the world, he also moved Lord Pluto, and finally got his wish Became a disciple of Hades."

That day after Xiri brazenly said that she took the initiative to apprentice, she also dealt with Zhao Mingyue in the same way.

Now if you use it again, you will be able to get away with it.

Not wanting Que Lin to raise his eyebrows suddenly: "Three visits to the thatched cottage?"

Eh?She said this allusion, but it didn't exist in this era. At first, Zhao Mingyue probably didn't pay attention to it and passed away. Unexpectedly, Que Lin noticed this word.

"Three visits... the donkey, that is, the three times I hired a donkey to visit Pluto and finally moved him..."

"At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Bei went to Zhuge Liang's residence in Longzhong three times to ask him to come out of the mountain to help him, and finally moved Zhuge Liang to come out of the mountain to become his military advisor..."

Zhao Mingyue was dumbfounded.

She searched the history of Cangyuan Continent, but there was no such allusion.

She can't say that she is well educated, but the only activity she spends her time here is reading books, so she can be sure that there is absolutely no Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Bei or Zhuge Liang in this foreign continent!
How did he say it?

Seeing Zhao Qi's expression, and then seeing her black and white eyes, those clear eyes, he suddenly shuddered.

Three visits to the thatched cottage is a historical allusion of the country where Mingyue told him at that time.

But Zhao Qi said it casually.

Que Lin restrained himself for a while before he asked with a smile, "Why does my nephew look so surprised?"

"Oh……"

Mingyue thought of the inscription on the folding fan of Hou Xi Zhou, "Zhe Gui Ling Chun Qing", which was also a poem in her era, and Hou Xi Zhou said that it was inscribed by an old friend of his at that time.

Since Fenglinyuan and Houxizhou are brothers, it's normal to know that old friend.

Mingyue changed her mind and asked: "Which old man told the old master about this allusion?"

That old friend?

This made Que Lin a little puzzled.

Could it be that Zhao Qi also knew about it from that old friend.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qi added another sentence: "Didn't that old man write a fan for Master?"

Que Lin's eyes moved suddenly, Hou Xiri's extremely precious folding fan, the handwriting on the fan was Zhao Mingyue's, he had seen Hou Xiri's fan fan a few times.

"Folding laurel makes spring love?"

really!

Zhao Qi's eyes lit up and he stood up to salute Fenglinyuan: "May I ask if Master Uncle can introduce Zhao Qi to that old friend?"

Suddenly remembered a picture.

A few days ago, I happened to see Hou Xizhou asking Zhao Mingyue to carry a fan for him. I thought he was just reciting poems and painting with Zhao Mingyue, but that guy was simply testing Zhao Mingyue's handwriting.

What Zhao Mingyue said at the time.

"I woke up with a blank mind, and then I stayed in a small town for a long time, and there I started to read and write again."

Que Lin looked at Zhao Qi: "An introduction is fine, but I need to ask my nephew to write a letter of recommendation."

How did Zhao Mingyue know that this person was using Hou Xiri's method of testing Zhao Mingyue to test her, so she wrote a self-recommendation letter seriously.

After all, if that person is also from the 21st century, then she may still have a chance to return to her hometown!
Originally, she wanted to write her own experience in the letter, but after thinking about it, she excerpted a poem that only people in her time knew.

If the old friend really came from the same place as her, then there must be people who have the same mood as her and are willing to meet her after reading the poem.

Mingyue thought for a while and wrote these few lines.

After she finished writing, she gave the letterhead to Fenglinyuan.

Seeing the familiar handwriting on the paper, Que Lin's eyes suddenly became hot, and the hand holding the paper trembled slightly.

Because it was obvious that he was overflowing with emotions, Mingyue was puzzled and said, "Is it because I made a typo?"

"Heh, Qi'er writes very well."

It reminded him of Zhao Mingyue who often crouched at the desk day and night reviewing the notebooks, those painstakingly elegant words, and the Mingyue who said "I will give you back the best monster race".

Fenglinyuan looked at Zhao Qi, with a soft light in his eyes.

"It's just that Qi'er can only write this poem?"

"Uh, if the old friend wants to see me after seeing this verse, then that's fine."

Que Lin looked at the poem on the paper, suddenly felt so sad that he couldn't get any more sad, and said in a low voice:

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, and I will never forget it. There is a lonely grave in a thousand miles, and there is no place to speak. Even if I meet each other, I don't know, my face is full of dust, and my temples are like frost. When the night comes, I suddenly return to my hometown, and Xiaoxuan window is dressing. No words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year where the intestines are broken, the moonlit night will be short of Matsuoka."

Got a little choked up at the end of the read.

Zhao Qi stood up somewhat at a loss: "That...uncle, are you alright?"

Que Lin suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Zhao Qi made a gesture to resist.

"Don't push me away, just for a while."

This poem is the poem "Jiangchengzi?" written by Su Shi to his deceased wife and husband."Dreams of the Night on the [-]th Day of the First Lunar New Year in Yimao", could it be possible that Fenglinyuan felt sorry for her?
The little Zhao Qi's body was slightly stiff, and he felt that he carefully pressed his face against her side, and then buried his head in her slender neck.

Suddenly warm liquid flowed in from her collar, and Zhao Mingyue couldn't even move.

"Are you... crying?"

"No……"

As Que Lin spoke, she hugged her thin and small body even deeper into her arms, and said in a low voice:

"A lonely grave thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we will not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, you have a dream and suddenly return to your hometown, and you are dressing up at the small window. There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears. It is expected that every year Broken heart, moonlit night, short Matsuoka..."

14 years, to be exact.

Mingyue.

When will you be back?

(End of this chapter)