Su Ye's blue eyes drifted across the bowl of concoction, and an undercurrent appeared in his eyes, twisting and turning... He raised his hand and rubbed his brow. "Leave it, I'll drink it later."
"Yes, young master, I am resigning." Huo Gang retreated softly.
Su Ye's icy blue eyes, blurred and foggy, slowly gathered together, and his light shone. He took the medicine bowl and poured it into a pot of green bamboo on the desk.
The smell of medicine in the air made him involuntarily form long and perfect smokey eyebrows. With a flick of his finger, the four windows opened almost at the same time.
The fresh smell came in from the outside, and Suye's condensed smoky eyebrows slowly unfolded. He lay down in the wicker chair, and a suffocating air pressed on his chest.
Cough cough cough - cough cough cough -
A life-threatening and breathless cough resounded in the silent space. The white silk was stained with blood, and the color was enchanting and dazzling.
Su Ye gently rolled up the white silk and threw it into the mouth of the toad squatting at the gate.
He closed his pair of peerless and charming blue eyes tightly. The evening breeze blew over his slightly pale face, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, reflecting the bizarre brilliance.
Wow——
The reins were pulled, and the fast horse stopped under the door plaque of Xiangshan Lingfo Hall when the last light faded.
Fang Qing opened her calm eyes, opened the car curtain and raised her head slightly.
"Third Miss, the Lingfo Hall has arrived. The servants are here to help you get out of the carriage." Chunxiang stepped forward and prepared to pick up Fang Qing, but Fang Qing jumped up and jumped out of the carriage.
Chunxiang stared at Fang Qing in surprise. "Miss Third, your legs?"
"My legs can already move freely." Fang Qing stated this fact calmly without explanation or unnecessary nonsense.
Chunxiang has gotten along with Fang Qing these days, and she also understands her personality somewhat. As long as she doesn't want to say anything, even if thousands of ants are staring at you, but they gnaw at your heart with curiosity, she won't say much.
Say half a word.
Therefore, Chunxiang wisely did not ask Fang Qing why. She followed Fang Qing silently, followed her quietly into the backyard of the Lingfo Hall, and came to the dusty lotus platform.
"Miss Third, do you need any help from your servant?" Chunxiang suggested kindly.
"Just help me light the torch and light it up for me." Fang Qing had a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, and she raised the corners of Chunxiang's lips.
She jumped onto the huge lotus platform, stretched out her hands, and groped for the location of the mechanism she had surveyed last time.
Chunxiang cooperated with Fang Qing. She quickly took out the flint and rubbed it vigorously to start a fire.
嚓——嚓——嚓——
After three strong collisions of flints, sparks of fire overflowed. Chunxiang quickly took out the small torch she carried with her and lit it.
In the orange firelight, Fang Qing touched a round metal block under the lotus golden Buddha seat.
Kick-kick-kick-
She used her fingertips to rotate the metal block attached to the small golden Buddha seat. Then, a strange phenomenon occurred. In the dusty lotus flower platform, a clear spring splashed out and flowed to the top, washing away the dust on the lotus flower platform.
Clean and clear.
Then, the flow was quiet, and the light of the Buddha suddenly appeared. The little golden Buddha seemed to be alive, and the golden face slowly bloomed into a kind and kind smile from the solemn and solemn expression.
The bottom of the lotus seat of the small golden Buddha began to slowly unfold its petals on the water, and wisps of fragrance floated out. The golden Buddha sank and floated, turned and stopped, showing various expressions in a cycle.
Chunxiang was dumbfounded. She reached out to touch the lotus platform in disbelief, but was bounced back by a powerful halo.
bump--
She fell straight to the ground, her delicate face twisted in pain.