She hates herself so much that she didn't die ten years ago.
If she had died ten years ago, she would not know the fact that Lu Zicong fell in love with someone else today.
Her beautiful and charming face was full of ferocious twists: "Lu Zicong, I hate you! I hate you!!! Even if I die, I will hate you!!!"
As she spoke, she used her hands to perform kung fu, and inserted her fingers into the Jedi grass with both hands. Her pair of delicate palms penetrated the Jedi grass, and pinched this extremely poisonous and fragile miracle medicine in her hands.
, slowly destroyed...
Then she threw her head back and laughed like crazy:
"Hahaha, you stayed here for so long because of the Jedi Grass. The Jedi Grass is important to you, right? I destroyed it! I destroyed it!! Make you hate me as much as I hate you... Lu Zicong, haha
, Come on, hahahaha, come and kill me!!!"
A shimmering blue color quickly spread from her hands and along her arms to her whole body. Within a few moments, her laughter stopped suddenly and she fell straight down.
.
“Hexi!!!”
"Hexi..."
There were only two people present who were frightened by her.
One is Mu Haolong who loves her.
One is Yi Haomiao who dotes on her.
Lu Zicong stood there with a complicated expression, looking at Yi Hexi who was holding him in Mu Haolong's arms and breathing weakly.
She obviously has so much, but she doesn't know how to cherish it. Now it's her own fault, and she may even lose her life in it.
Why bother?
If people are too greedy, they will have nothing.
He sighed and turned back, but left. As the Poison King, Yi Haomiao had superb medical skills. He would definitely try his best to save his sister.
When he turned around, he saw Sikong Qingying.
At this moment, Sikong Qingying's attention was not on him and Yi Hexi's hand, but on the young-faced and crane-haired old man next to him... Mu Qingyang, the master of the Tianzong Sect.
Mu Qingyang excitedly held his arm and called out: "Uncle Third..."
After Mu Qingyang stared blankly at Sikong Qingying for a while, he realized something was wrong.
This is a young man.
He looks younger than his son.
How could it be his third uncle?
Moreover, if you take a closer look, the boy in front of you is actually a woman disguised as a man.
Suddenly, Mu Qingyang became even more excited.
He unblocked the acupuncture points on Sikong Qingying's body, with eager shock and excitement on his face.
Sikong Qingying was startled by his strange expression, took a few steps back and rubbed her arm: "Who are you?"
The old man in front of me has a childish face and white hair, and sharp eyes. He doesn't seem to be mentally ill at all. Why would he call her uncle?
She looks so young? Can she be the third uncle of such an old man?
Sikong Qingying shook his head.
Mu Qingyang immediately straightened his back and said in a hoarse voice: "I am the head of the Tianzong Sect. Young Master, why don't we take a step to talk?"
At this time, Lu Zicong had already stepped forward and looked Sikong Qingying up and down. He was relieved when he saw that there were no scars on Sikong Qingying's body.
When he saw Sikong Qingying being taken away by Yi Haomiao, he was really worried.
He was very afraid that the lunatic Yi Haomiao would transfer his resentment to Sikong Qingying, and Sikong Qingying was powerless... Lu Zicong couldn't restrain himself when he thought of Sikong Qingying getting hurt.
My heart twitched.
"Divine Doctor Lu... Mu originally planned to give you the Jedi Grass, but he didn't expect... such an accident would happen. You see..."
Lu Zicong shook his head: "It seems that I am not blessed to have this Jedi grass. None of this is what Master Mu wants to happen. Let's put aside our previous grudges."
He was talking about Mu Haolong sending people to hunt him down.
He knew that it must have been Yi Hexi's instigation. Now, Yi Hexi was poisoned by Jedi grass and his life and death were unknown, so why should he care so much.
In the end, neither he nor Sikong Qingying was injured.
Mu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief: "Doctor Lu, how about this? Our Tianzongmen will also try our best to find the Jedi Fragrance Grass, and once we find it, we will send it to you immediately."
Lu Zicong thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
Then Lu Zicong looked at Sikong Qingying: "Why are you here too?"
He previously wanted Yi Hexi to give up. He once lied and said that he chose Sikong Qingying, and even told him about the 'same interest rate'. I don't know if Sikong Qingying heard it or how much he heard.
Sikong Qingying naturally heard everything.
She was very happy in her heart, and concluded that Lu Zicong liked her, but it was just because Lu Zicong was awkward or did not dare to open his heart that he did not accept her.
There is nothing more satisfying than knowing that the person you like also likes you.
As soon as she understood Lu Zicong's intentions, her feelings for Lu Zicong became even more firm. She secretly made up her mind to let Lu Zicong admit her feelings in person, instead of being forced to do so in a situation like today.
From the conversation between Yi Hexi and Lu Zicong, it is not difficult for her to hear the complexity of their past, but it doesn't matter, she will use her sincerity to impress Lu Zicong and make Lu Zicong forget all the unpleasantness.
"It was the Poison King who brought me here." Sikong Qingying glanced at Yi Haomiao, who had long forgotten about him and was working hard to treat Yi Hexi, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Do you know Divine Doctor Lu and the young master?" Mu Qingyang's eyes lit up: "I wonder what I call the young master?"
Mu Qingyang's almost attentive attitude made Lu Zicong frown suspiciously, and he said calmly: "She is my medicine boy, her name is Sikong Qingying."
"Medicine boy???"
Mu Qingyang's expression changed, and then he shook his head: "No, it's impossible..."
"Master Mu, what's wrong with you?"
"I...can we take a moment to talk?" He stared closely at Sikong Qingying's fair little face, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
Lu Zicong felt inexplicably resistant in his heart.
He didn't want Sikong Qingying to come into contact with the Tianzong Sect's leader, but Sikong Qingying had already answered: "Okay."
Because this was Mu Qingyang's second request, she could tell that Mu Qingyang's attitude towards her was unusual. Lu Zicong said that she was picked up and he didn't know her life experience, but maybe this Mu sect leader
Just know it.
"Okay." A smile appeared on Mu Qingyang's face: "Please."
After the three of them found a quiet place to sit down, Mu Qingyang solemnly asked Sikong Qingying: "Aunt Sikong... Master, I wonder who else is in your family?"
Sikong Qingying was startled for a moment: "Well... I broke my head while collecting medicine in Qianlu, and I can't even remember what happened before."
After speaking, she looked at Lu Zicong.
Lu Zicong was thoughtful and said: "I picked up Xiaoying on the street. She is an orphan."
When he said this, Lu Zicong felt a little bitter in his heart.
It was really one wrong step, one wrong step after another.
Once you tell a lie, you need to cover it up with countless lies.
I wonder how much Sikong Qingying will hate him when he thinks of the past one day in the future?
Just thinking about it made his heart hurt like being pricked by a needle.
"Orphan?" Mu Qingyang murmured to himself, his eyes a little far away, as if he was thinking about something in the past, and finally he looked back: "Mr. Sikong, please forgive Mu for making such a bold request, are you willing to go to Shoiyi Dynasty with Mu?
What?"
Go to Shoui Dynasty?
Sikong Qingying shook her head without thinking: "No, I am Doctor Lu's medicine boy. I will go wherever Doctor Lu goes."
Mu Qingyang moved his questioning eyes to Lu Zicong: "Miracle Doctor Lu?"
Lu Zicong shook his head: "Lu has something important to do recently, and so does Xiaoying, so, sorry, we can't go with you."
Mu Qingyang frowned and gritted his teeth: "To be honest, Mr. Sikong and his third uncle Mu look almost exactly the same. Mu just wants to take Mr. Sikong back to Mu's house to confirm whether he is of the blood of his third uncle.
…”
"Master Mu, do I really look like your third uncle?"
Mu Qingyang paused: "Actually, Mu only met his third uncle when he was a child and can no longer remember his appearance. However, the Mu family has a portrait of his third uncle. Mr. Sikong seems to have stepped out of the portrait.
Just like the third uncle."
Lu Zicong's heart tightened.
If Sikong Qingying is really related to the Tianzong Sect and recognizes each other, his plan may be stopped by the Tianzong Sect.
His glazed peach blossom eyes were sparkling: "Having said that, we do have important matters... Why not, Master Mu report this matter to the Mu family first, and we will make other plans after the Mu family knows
?”
The Shouyi Dynasty is quite a land away from the Dajing Dynasty, so if this matter is delayed a little, after he has done what he wants to do, he will naturally not stop Sikong Qingying from recognizing his bride.
Seeing that Lu Zicong refused to let go, Mu Qingyang felt frustrated. He cast his expectant gaze on Sikong Qingying: "Does Mr. Sikong not want to know his life experience? Don't want to find his relatives?"
Sikong Qingying bit her lip. If she was the original owner of this body, she would naturally want to know her life experience very much, but if she is a time traveler... if she knew, it would probably make the other person happy in vain.
He couldn't face Mu Qingyang's expectant eyes and could only lower his eyebrows: "Master Mu, I'm sorry."
Mu Qingyang failed to convince them in the end.
Lu Zicong took Sikong Qingying away from the Tianzongmen and walked towards the Xuanming Palace.
The Jedi Grass has been destroyed, and Sikong Qingying's identity seems to be mysterious. Lu Zicong feels a little heavy about this.
He tried his best to find such a medicine from the Book of Immortality, but in the end, he watched helplessly as the Jedi Fragrance Grass was destroyed by Yi Hexi in front of him.
This is really depressing.
Lu Zicong and Sikong Qingying rode a BMW together and walked slowly on the pipeline.
Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves coming from behind, and a tall figure on horseback chased after him quickly.
"Hey! Lu Zicong...wait..."
The opponent kept whipping the horses underneath him and chased Lu Zicong and Sikong Qingying extremely fast.
"Xu..."
Lu Zicong had advanced martial arts skills and excellent ears. Naturally, he heard the shouts from behind. He pulled the reins and stopped.
The horse behind also caught up, and sitting on the horse was a man wearing a crescent robe and a silver mask, with an extraordinary temperament.
Sikong Qingying sat in front of Lu Zicong, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the figure approaching from far away - this man was the man who claimed to be her fiancé at Mu Haolong's marriage selection meeting.
The man came to them and stopped. When he saw Sikong Qingying and Lu Zicong riding a horse together, his face under the silver mask was a little distorted.
The hand holding the reins suddenly tightened and he glared at Lu Zicong: "Mr. Lu, you and Xiaoying actually ride on the same horse!!!"
He spoke with indignation, with jealousy and anger in his tone.
Lu Zicong raised his eyebrows: "Who is your Excellency?"
"I said, I am her fiancé." After saying this, he glared at Sikong Qingying: "Sikong Qingying, how can you just sit in the arms of another man?"
His gaze and confident accusation shocked Sikong Qingying. Could it be that this man was really her fiancé?
Sikong Qing shrank his shoulders: "Well, Doctor Lu and I only have one horse, so..."
"snort."
The man wearing a mask immediately jumped off his horse and said, "Here, my horse is given to you. You are not allowed to ride on the same horse together."
His arrogant look made Lu Zicong very unhappy: "Who are you? I know better than anyone whether he has a fiancé or not! Besides, she can't ride a horse, so even if you give her a horse, it's useless."
"Who am I? Ask her..." The masked man raised his head, losing his previous arrogance and feeling a little uneasy. He still didn't know if Sikong Qingying had forgiven him...
Sikong Qingying's mind went blank. Although the other person's mask did look familiar to her, she had lost her memory, so how could she know the other person's identity.
The masked man couldn't help feeling a little sad when he saw Sikong Qingying avoiding his gaze and not speaking to him.
He carefully took out something from his baggage and handed it to Lu Zicong: "My sixth brother found this and he asked me to give it to you."
Lu Zicong did not answer: "Sixth brother? You mean the good king?"
"My sixth brother is the emperor now, okay?"
Lu Zicong took the thing in his hand with suspicion, opened it, and saw a slightly moved expression on his face: "Jedi Fangcao?"
The masked man nodded: "Yes, my sixth brother found this after a lot of effort."
Lu Zicong stared blankly at the Jedi Grass in his hand, with a complicated expression on his face: "Thank you Master Six for me."
The masked man snorted again: "No need to thank you, just take good care of Xiaoying...Humph, there is only a little more than one month left in the March period, Lu Zicong, don't stop us then."
There was longing, regret, and caution in his eyes, and he looked at Sikong Qingying with a look that made no mistake.
With a cynical smile on his face, Lu Zicong put away the Jedi Grass and said, "Could it be that you are the Seventh Master?"
"You are smart. Brother Six said he was afraid that I would mess things up, so I was not allowed to stay here for a long time... You, take good care of Xiaoying. If Xiaoying loses a hair, I will never let you go." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
He took off the mask on his face, revealing a face that was unparalleled, more beautiful than a woman, and as ethereal as an angel.
This face is many times prettier than that of Gu Yueyi, the owner of the Huanjian Building. It is perfect beyond Sikong Qingying’s imagination, which makes Sikong Qingying stunned. However, besides being so stunning, it is unforgettable.
A sense of familiarity.
Sikong Qingying looked at his face and felt a sudden pain in her head. She unconsciously tightened her hands and stared at Xuanyuan Mingfeng: "You...you..."
This face looks so familiar...
She felt so uncomfortable, as if she was holding a breath in her chest and couldn't swallow it or spit it out. Sikong Qingying's breathing became rapid.
Lu Zicong's expression changed drastically, and he shook the reins: "Master Qi, it seems that Xiaoying doesn't want to see you, please come back."
Xuanyuan Mingfeng intuitively sensed that something was wrong with Sikong Qingying, but the way Sikong Qingying's face turned pale and she looked at him in pain made him heartbroken.
He knew that Sikong Qingying didn't want to see him.
He knew that he was wrong before. He might not be as calm as his sixth brother, and he didn't care about Sikong Qingying as much as his sixth brother showed, but he also really liked Sikong Qingying.
"Xiaoying, you...I'm sorry, I, I..."
The appearance of Sikong Qingying frightened Lu Zicong. Lu Zicong was afraid that Sikong Qingying would think of something. He didn't want Sikong Qingying to say anything to Xuanyuan Mingfeng. He raised his whip and waved his horse, and then rode away without waiting for Xuanyuan Mingfeng to finish.
go.
Xuanyuan Mingfeng clenched his fist to stop himself from chasing after him. His sixth brother had already told him everything.
Including Sikong Qingying knowing about him, including the three-month contract signed by Xuanyuan Mingzhao, Yin Ziheng and Lu Zicong.
He had to endure it. In more than a month, he and his sixth brother could bring Sikong Qingying back to the Dajing Palace.
"That person just now...does he know me?"
Xuanyuan Mingfeng's face was no longer in front of her, and Sikong Qingying's head didn't hurt so much, but she still had doubts.
Lu Zicong nodded: "Yes, that person is my friend. He knows you and he is always joking. Don't take what he says at ease."
Sikong Qingying rubbed her forehead and felt better again: "So I really don't have a fiancé?"
"Yes, no."
Sikong Qingying didn't see that Lu Zicong behind him had a very complicated expression on his face.
Because of a lie, he told lies one after another in front of Sikong Qingying...
But when things got to this point, there was no room to look back.
The last medicine Lu Zicong needed, Jedi Fragrant Grass, was already available, and he now planned to rush directly to Xuanming Palace.
The Xuanming Palace is built against the mountain. Lu Zicong came in from the outside last time, so he is naturally familiar with the Xuanming Palace.
They traveled for two days, and Xuanming Palace was already within easy reach.
"It will probably arrive tomorrow."
As Lu Zicong spoke, he got off his horse, then habitually extended his hand to Sikong Qingying to help him dismount.
Sikong Qingying held his hand and jumped down carefully.
"Are you resting here tonight?"
This is a small town. It's almost dusk now, but there are still a lot of pedestrians on the street, and it looks very lively.
Lu Zicong nodded: "Yes, I will rest here tonight."
Lu Zicong handed the rein of the horse to the oncoming waiter and took Sikong Qingying upstairs. This is an inn rather than a restaurant. The decoration is very exquisite and elegant. From upstairs, you can also see downstairs.
scenery.
Lu Zicong booked a room, put his luggage in, and then chose a seat by the window with Sikong Qingying to prepare for dinner.
When I was on the road these two days, I mostly ate dry food, and there were birds in my mouth.
"Doctor Lu, is that friend of yours the prince?"
For some reason, Sikong Qingying couldn't forget the Xuanyuan Mingfeng she saw that day. Maybe it was because of Xuanyuan Mingfeng's face that looked like an immortal, or maybe it was because of the strange feeling Xuanyuan Mingfeng gave her.
She always felt that Xuanyuan Mingfeng was very familiar...that familiarity was not like the familiarity left behind by this body, but that she felt familiar in her heart and spirit, as if she knew this person herself.
In the past two days, she had been wanting to ask about this, but she was afraid that Lu Zicong would be angry. Now seeing Lu Zicong drinking wine, looking downstairs with a leisurely expression, she guessed that he was in a good mood, so she asked this question.
Lu Zicong was startled for a moment and knew almost immediately that Sikong Qingying was asking about Xuanyuan Mingfeng.
He raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at Sikong Qingying with his glazed peach blossom eyes: "What? Are you tempted by his good looks?"
Sikong Qingying's face immediately turned red: "How could it be? I just... just thought I knew him..."
"I said, you do know him, but you are not familiar with him."
Lu Zicong spoke in an understatement. When he saw a sedan chair passing by with people playing and dancing downstairs, he changed the subject without leaving any trace: "Look, someone is getting married downstairs."
Sikong Qingying looked down and saw that there were people standing on both sides of the street. The groom was riding a tall horse in front of him with a bright face. There was a row of people carrying dowry and leading the sedan chair, and they were walking forward in a hurry. The children and passers-by on the street were talking about it.
, so lively.
"Hey, why are you getting married at night?"
"You can go directly to the bridal chamber after paying homage." Lu Zicong had a romantic look on his face, and with the unseemly words in his mouth, he really looked like a playboy.
Sikong Qingying's face turned even redder, and even her ears and neck were a little red.
For some reason, she suddenly thought of something... If she and Doctor Lu had the same mind, could she also get married to Doctor Lu in the future?
At this time, her whole body became hot, and her cheeks seemed to be burning.
She would actually think so?
Is this what it feels like to love someone?
She loves Lu Zicong so purely and obsessively, can Lu Zicong respond to her infatuation?
That night, Lu Zicong took Sikong Qingying to visit the night market in the small town. After playing for a while, he returned to the inn to rest.
The next morning, after breakfast, they set off again.
Just as Lu Zicong had planned, they arrived at Xuanming Palace just after afternoon.
"Divine Doctor Lu, the master of the left palace is practicing in seclusion. The master of the right palace asked the slave to take Divine Doctor Lu to rest in the Hanshui Pavilion of the left palace master."
The lord of the right palace, Gong Suxian, did not receive them personally, but had people take them to Lu Jiu's territory.
However, Gong Suxian and Lu Jiu are the right and left palace masters of Xuanming Palace. They have always stayed on the same page and did not interfere with each other. Gong Suxian is a woman whose thoughts are extremely difficult to guess. She has a mysterious personality. If she really entertained Lu Zicong, Lu Zicong would think
She has a conspiracy.
Lu Zicong looked at the woman who led them to Lu Jiu's Hanshui Pavilion with a thoughtful look on her face. He turned the Bixiao in his hand and said, "It seems that Miss Song has adapted well here."
Yes, the one who entertained them was Song Qing, the daughter of the Song Dynasty physician who Lu Zicong and Lu Jiu had rescued near the Imperial Capital a few months ago.
ps: Thank you theresahou for your monthly ticket, thank you very much, (*^__^*) Hehe...