There were constant sighing sounds from Deyun Tower. Song Wanwan couldn't bear the gazes of everyone and stumbled out.
Lin Yixian looked at Lin Anyan with a complicated expression. She didn't know how things could become like this.
Her favorite sister Wan Wan actually plagiarized her brother's poems, which made her feel disillusioned and confused. Moreover, Song Wanwan still took advantage of her, and she didn't realize it until now.
"Brother..." Lin Yixian walked nervously to the pale Lin Anyan. "Is there some misunderstanding?"
"Do you still think it's a misunderstanding?" Lin Anyan's eyes were red and his fists were still clenched tightly.
Lin Anyan also wanted to use misunderstanding to clear up Song Wanwan, but once, twice or three times, could it be a misunderstanding?
The girl he once liked is now beyond recognition, or he has never seen her clearly.
He suddenly looked up and saw that the window of the second floor box had been closed, and the woman with cold eyebrows had disappeared.
He suddenly felt empty in his heart, and belatedly realized that he had done something wrong. Once some people missed it, they would never have it again.
"Go back." Lin Anyan said dejectedly, and walked out slowly without waiting for Lin Yixian's reply.
In the private room on the second floor, Princess Yongjia said in a very good mood: "You, my sister, will probably cry when you go back."
"Cry, there will be times when she will cry in the future." Song Jiuxi smiled.
From the moment she was reborn, it meant that Song Wanwan's life would not be easy.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the box door, and Chang Shenhui's voice came from outside the door: "Caomin Chang Shenhui pays homage to Her Royal Highness the Princess."
"What is he here for?" Princess Yongjia was dissatisfied.
Song Jiuxi couldn't understand either. Princess Yongjia said to a guard behind her: "Send him away. I don't want to see him."
"Yes." The guard took the order and went out.
Only then did Yongjia notice Shen Changshu standing next to him, and he immediately became angry: "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Get out!"
Shen Changshu bowed and saluted, turned around and walked out.
Yongjia muttered: "Each of these men is more boring than the last. They are either full of calculations or nerds. I would rather never marry than live with such a person."
Thinking of the last time Yongjia embarked on the road to marriage in her previous life, Song Jiuxi said seriously: "Then I hope Princess Yongjia will be happy all her life. It doesn't matter if she wants a man or not."
Princess Yongjia's mood improved again, and the guard who had just left came in again and whispered in Yongjia's ear: "Mr. Chang said that he bought a new horse with blood from the Western Regions and wanted to give it to Her Royal Highness the Princess."
"Sweat-blooded BMW?" Yongjia's eyes lit up, and then he suppressed his excitement and said, "This Chang Shenhui wants to use the sweat-blooded BMW to please me. Do you think this princess is so easily deceived? Tell him that I won't accept it and let him
Go back and forth from wherever you are, and don’t hang out in front of my mother if you have nothing to do.”
The guard added: "Master Chang said that if the princess doesn't accept it, he can sell it to the princess."
Yongjia's eyebrows raised unexpectedly, and Song Jiuxi was also surprised. Chang Shenhui was very smart, knowing that Yongjia didn't like him and didn't want to accept what he gave, so he gave it to Yongjia in the name of selling it.
Yongjia was still itching for this bloody horse, thinking that if he paid for it, it would have nothing to do with Chang Shenhui, so he spent money to buy the horse.
After Chang Shenhui delivered the horse, he left without showing his face in front of Yongjia.
Song Jiuxi accompanied Princess Yongjia back to the Princess Mansion. There was a racecourse behind the Princess Mansion, which was specially used by Yongjia for horse racing. Princess Yongjia did not like the things that women in the boudoir liked to do, but she liked horse racing and raising a bunch of martial arts masters.
Now that she had this bloody horse, she got on the horse and ran two laps when she felt like it.
Song Jiuxi also took out a horse from the stable. Yongjia smiled and asked, "Shall we compete?"
"Okay." Song Jiuxi got on the horse, swung the reins with his palms, and the horse immediately jumped out.
Yongjia did not hesitate to give in. The two ran tit-for-tat on the racecourse for more than ten laps. In the end, Song Jiuxi steadily dominated her.
Yongjia said unhappily: "You say it's a bloody horse, how come it can't even outrun an ordinary horse?"
Song Jiuxi smiled and said: "The venue here is still small, and the bloody car may not be able to run away."
Yongjia had a bright smile on his face: "Okay, let's go out for a run in the city another day. I will definitely beat you then."
Song Jiuxi smiled and agreed, and she returned to the Duke of Yan's mansion. After Yan Shubai said it last time, he actually opened a door to the outside on their courtyard wall.
Now they no longer need to go through the main entrance of Duke Yan's Mansion to enter and exit. Once the courtyard door is closed, they seem to be cut off from the Duke of Yan's Mansion.
When Song Jiuxi went back, Yan Shubai was sitting under the peach tree in the courtyard. He was still sitting in the wheelchair, looking frail.
Although his legs are not disabled, it is a fact that he was hit by Qishuangxue.
Qishuangxue's poison had invaded the internal organs, which was why Yan Shubai was so weak. Song Jiuxi read so many medical books left by her mother, but could not find a way to untie Qishuangxue.
Song Jiuxi remembered that Yan Shubai had told her that she had found someone who could detoxify Qishuang Snow.
I don’t know if it’s because the poison is too difficult to cure now, or if this person just doesn’t want to take action.
Song Jiuxi walked to Yan Shubai, and Yan Shubai opened his eyes. The Qishuangxue in his body made him suffer from pain all the time, but his peach blossom eyes still looked at her with a smile.
Song Jiuxi said: "Stretch out your hand."
Yan Shubai obediently stretched out his hand in front of Song Jiuxi, and Song Jiuxi's fingers touched his pulse.
His pulse was still disordered, and as soon as Song Jiuxi put his fingers on it, he felt a cold air rushing through his meridians.
Song Jiuxi frowned, Yan Shubai's body would not be able to hold on if the poison was not released.
"Who did you say could detoxify you?"
Yan Shubai didn't answer but grabbed Song Jiuxi's hand. He smiled and said, "Ma'am, please warm me up."
Yan Shubai's hand was as cold as jade, and he couldn't feel the breath of a living person. Song Jiuxi was thinking about the question she asked just now, and didn't care that Yan Shubai was holding her hand.
"The only people who can detoxify me are people from Lingyun Pavilion, but now that Lingyun Pavilion is closed, I can only detoxify this poison by finding the direct disciple of the master of Lingyun Pavilion."
Song Jiuxi looked at Yan Shubai and stared into his eyes.
Song Jiuxi always suspected that Yan Shubai knew that she was the niece of the master of Lingyun Pavilion, but Yan Shubai never showed it.
Could it be that Yan Shubai finally couldn't help but take advantage of her identity?
Song Jiuxi's heart became cold, thinking that Yan Shubai would come to use her because of Lingyung Pavilion like Zhao Hongjun, she sneered in her heart, and at the same time, she felt an inexplicable anger.
Yan Shubai grabbed Song Jiuxi's finger, looked at her eyes that instantly turned cold, and said helplessly: "The person I'm talking about is the seventh disciple of the master of Lingyun Pavilion, Taoist Master Baiyun of Baiyun Temple."
"Ah?" Song Jiuxi was stunned for a moment.
Yan Shubai continued: "But no one knows that Taoist Master Baiyun is from Lingyun Pavilion. He never reveals his identity. Moreover, this person hates Yan Herong very much. He will not detoxify me."
Yan Herong is the Duke of Yan, the father of Yan Shubai.
Song Jiuxi thought about how she had tricked Taoist Baiyun and almost killed him. She felt guilty. If Taoist Baiyun died, wouldn't there be no one who could undo the poison on Yan Shubai?
Song Jiuxi said hurriedly: "Is there no other way? Shall I go and catch him?"
"If this trick worked, I would have used it a long time ago. Taoist Master Baiyun said that even if he died, he would not save me. Moreover, his martial arts skills are superb, and ordinary people cannot get close to him."
"A few days ago, Prince Duan's men tried to kill him, but he avoided it. These days, he just pretended to be seriously injured and hid in the Prince's Mansion."
Is Taoist Baiyun's serious injury an act?
Song Jiuxi was stunned. If this was the case, this person would probably be difficult to deal with.
Song Jiuxi asked: "Does Taoist Master Baiyun have anyone close to him? Let's start with the people around him?"
Yan Shubai paused and then said calmly: "Yes, but this person won't beg him for me."
Song Jiuxi asked: "Who?"
It's better than nothing. It's still a hope.
Yan Shubai was silent for a long time, then said with a complex expression: "My mother."