Song Qing has a beautiful appearance and a gentle temperament. After listening to Lu Zicong's words, a smile appeared on her delicate and fair face: "The master of the Zuo Palace is very good to the servants, and the servants are also very good in Xuanming Palace."
Lu Zicong nodded, but there was a chill on his brow.
If Lu Jiu fell in love with this woman, his work would be in vain.
Moreover, Song Qing was also a person whose family was exterminated, and she also had hatred in her heart. Even though the Song family was rehabilitated, she was not very good at loving others.
Lu Zicong doesn't want Song Qing to be with Lu Jiu.
Song Qing was very attentive and the rooms prepared for them were cleaned very well. After settling them in, she said:
"The Zuo Palace Master's retreat is not long each time, about three to five days. This time he has been in retreat for two days, and he will probably come out soon."
Lu Zicong nodded: "Does your Xuanming Palace have a place to refine medicine?"
"Yes, there is a special pharmacy in Xuanming Palace. However, if Divine Doctor Lu wants to use it, I need to inform the right palace master."
"Okay, then help me talk to Fairy Gong."
Xuanming Palace is very large, and it is not exquisite. All the buildings and decorations are gray, with a chilling and cold atmosphere. Even the people here are mostly cold and ruthless, except Song Song, who came not long ago.
Qing was an accident.
Lu Zicong is used to wandering around in the world, so he can live a good life no matter where he is, and he will not wrong himself.
Sikong Qingying didn't know much about this era. For her, as long as she stayed by Lu Zicong's side, it would be great.
Song Qing said that Lu Jiu might have to wait two days before leaving the customs.
But what was unexpected was that Lu Jiu came out of seclusion that night.
When he heard that Lu Zicong had arrived at Xuanming Palace, he was very surprised and very happy - Sikong Qingying, as a medicine boy, had a very weak sense of existence. Song Qing had not seen her when she was in Prince Shan's Mansion and did not know about her.
She only regarded her as an ordinary servant, so when she reported it to Lu Jiu, she did not mention the existence of Sikong Qingying at all.
So when Lu Jiu saw Sikong Qingying, he was very surprised and lost his temper.
This sudden surprise gave him no time to control his emotions. An obvious surprise flashed across his face, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Senior Sister Sikong! You are here too!"
Sikong Qingying looked at him blankly, vaguely feeling that this person looked familiar, but he was not as shocked as Xuanyuan Mingfeng gave her.
Lu Jiu's name made Lu Zicong blush immediately. Lu Zicong said to Sikong Qingying: "Go and ask Miss Song to bring you some wine. I want to have a good chat with Xiao Jiujiu."
"Okay." Sikong Qingying was very obedient.
Lu Jiu was stunned by Sikong Qingying's obedience to Lu Zicong.
Lu Jiu kept his eyes on Sikong Qingying. It wasn't until Sikong Qingying's figure disappeared at the corner of the arch in the courtyard that he could no longer be seen. Then he looked back. As soon as he looked back, he saw Lu Zicong smiling but not smiling.
Look at him.
Lu Jiu's face became a little hot as if someone had spied on his thoughts, but luckily it was at night, so Lu Zicong couldn't see clearly.
"Uncle, what's going on? Senior Sister Sikong..."
"Are you happy to see her?" Bitter emotions spread in Lu Zicong's heart, but there was still a cynical smile on Lu Zicong's face.
Lu Jiu nodded: "She, she saved me and kept the key to the Book of Immortality so well. I am very grateful to her and I am naturally happy to see her. But isn't she the imperial concubine? How come she is here and...
"
"You still listen to me?" Lu Zicong sighed: "From today on, don't call her Senior Sister Sikong. She is not the original Sikong Qingying. Emperor Dajing handed her over to me. She is not the general's mansion now.
The second wife is not an imperial concubine, she is just my medicine boy..."
"how so?"
"She has forgotten what happened before." Lu Zicong said calmly: "I know you like her, so I brought her here... If you really like her, just take action."
"What? This...this..." Lu Jiu was not good at words at first, but now after hearing Lu Zicong's straightforward words, he didn't know what to do.
Lu Zicong's eyes were empty, but his smile deepened a lot: "How is it? Is the little uncle interesting? Xiao Jiujiu, how will you repay the little uncle in the future?"
Before Lu Jiu could speak, Lu Zicong said in a joking manner: "Otherwise, I'm afraid my little uncle won't have any children of his own in this life. How about little Jiujiu take care of him until his death..."
When Sikong Qingying came back, Lu Zicong and Lu Jiu had already finished talking.
Lu Jiu, who understood that Sikong Qingying belonged to no one now and was encouraged by Lu Zicong, would look at Sikong Qingying from time to time.
He still feels like he is dreaming.
For Sikong Qingying's experience, for Lu Zicong's words, and for the heart beating faster and faster in his chest.
Even he himself was not sure about his feelings for Sikong Qingying, but Lu Zicong was so sure.
There is a good impression, but liking - or even love, is too far-fetched. He cannot deny that Sikong Qingying is special in his heart, but...it seems a bit hasty?
In a daze, Lu Jiu recalled what Lu Zicong said: Don't you still believe my uncle? Do you think my uncle will harm you? This woman, my uncle took a lot of effort to snatch from the Emperor of Beijing!
The male college student is getting married, and Lu Zicong is considered his elder. He also has a good impression of Sikong Qingying, so it is not impossible to develop her relationship.
If one day he really gets married, the person he is willing to marry will undoubtedly be Sikong Qingying.
The uncle said that he saw that he was old enough to marry and liked Sikong Qingying, so he brought Sikong Qingying.
Ask him to seize the time and perform well so that Sikong Qingying can fall in love with him.
But, what exactly does it mean to perform well?
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"Miss Song, your father is an imperial physician, so you must know a lot about medical science, right?"
In less than two days in Xuanming Palace, Lu Zicong could see the silent and nostalgic feelings of this beautiful and gentle girl towards Lu Jiu.
"Yes, Song Qing studied medicine with her father for several years."
"very good."
There was a smile in Lu Zicong's glazed eyes, and he turned the Bixiao in his hand: "I need to practice some medicine recently. The medicine boy around me is clumsy and can't do it well. How about Miss Song help me?"
"Uh, Divine Doctor Lu, Song Qing has to take care of Palace Master Zuo, I'm afraid..."
"This is easy to handle. My medicine boy is not good at helping me make medicine, but he is very good at taking care of people. Why don't you change it for a while and let her take care of Lu Jiu, and you can help me?"
Lu Zicong had a cynical smile on his face and stared at Song Qing with romantic eyebrows, making Song Qing a little uneasy. Song Qing lowered her head uncomfortably: "Divine Doctor Lu can discuss this with Palace Master Zuo.
If Palace Master Zuo agrees, Song Qing will naturally be willing to help Divine Doctor Lu."
Lu Zicong nodded. He had already asked Lu Jiu. Lu Jiu had no special feelings for Song Qing. If he asked, Lu Jiu would definitely not refuse.
Lu Jiu did not refuse.
However, before letting Song Qing go to Lu Zicong's place, Lu Jiu asked Song Qing hesitantly: "Miss Song, you are from the Imperial Capital of Beijing. Do you know what the women of the Imperial Capital of Beijing like?"
Lu Jiu and Sikong Qingying first met in the Imperial Capital of Beijing. Later, in Lu Jiu's impression, Sikong Qingying was always in the Imperial Capital of Beijing. Lu Zicong asked him to pursue Sikong Qingying and impress Sikong Qingying, but he didn't know what to do.
In the end, he actually planned to ask Song Qing shamelessly.
Such a question surprised Song Qing. Song Qing had taken care of Lu Jiu for a long time and knew very well what kind of person Lu Jiu was.
A man who is taciturn and emotionally reserved, giving the impression that he is like a calm mountain.
He would actually ask such a question?
Is it because of the woman next to Divine Doctor Lu?
Her heart clenched and she lowered her eyes: "Song Qing doesn't come into contact with many women and doesn't know much about their hobbies. However, many people like beautiful things, and many women like flowers."
Lu Jiu thought thoughtfully: "Really?"
Song Qing bit her lower lip and said nothing more.
In fact, Song Qing somewhat hates herself now.
She didn't want to tell Lu Jiu that, but she couldn't refuse.
So painful.
Lu Jiu stood thinking for a while, nodded and said:
"Well, thank you."
Song Qing said nothing, but arranged the clothes Lu Jiu usually wore.
Lu Jiu pondered for a moment and felt that it was quite reliable that a woman as delicate and beautiful as Sikong Qingying would like flowers, so she went to the mountain behind Xuanming Palace to collect flowers.
Sikong Qingying was also very surprised when she learned that Lu Zicong asked her to take care of Lu Jiu: "Doctor Lu...don't you need my help anymore?"
"Song Qing is the daughter of an imperial physician. The medicine I practiced this time is extraordinary. She can help me better. But if she helps me, there will be no one to take care of Xiao Jiujiu, so... I leave it to you."
Sikong Qingying felt a little uncomfortable after hearing his explanation.
In fact, since she woke up next to Lu Zicong, she has been working hard to read medical books, just to be able to help Lu Zicong.
However, she still had to admit that Song Qing, as the daughter of an imperial physician, would definitely be able to help Lu Zicong better than she could.
Therefore, even though she was unwilling in her heart, even though she couldn't let go of Lu Zicong, she still agreed: "Okay, I will take good care of Mr. Lu. But... Doctor Lu, you won't always let Miss Song be your medicine boy, right?"
She was afraid that Lu Zicong would never let her go back to be her medicine boy again.
Lu Zicong was stunned for a moment: "How could it be possible? There are differences between men and women. Miss Song will get married sooner or later. How can I keep asking her to help me?"
That's right, Sikong Qingying had a smile on her face. She thought in her heart that when Dr. Lu mastered the medicine, she and Song Qing would be exchanged.
But she didn't expect that the world had changed so much, and what happened next made her just want to leave Lu Zicong. How could she want to stay with Lu Zicong again?
Lu Jiu collected flowers in the back mountain for a long time.
After he picked it up, he always felt that it was not beautiful enough and was afraid that Sikong Qingying wouldn't like it, so he threw it away. But after throwing it away, thinking about Song Qing's words, he couldn't help but collect it again.
The flowers in the back mountain were ravaged by him.
Finally, he walked away and returned to the cave where he usually retreated.
In the past ten years, he has been covered by hatred, obsessed with martial arts, and bent on revenge. When did he ever pay attention to this kind of personal relationship between his children?
When he came back in the evening, the person who took care of him had become Sikong Qingying.
Sikong Qingying had just taken over the job of taking care of Lu Jiu and was not familiar with it yet. He hadn't seen Lu Jiu for a day and asked Song Qing for advice on where to go to deliver food to Lu Jiu. Song Qing said that Lu Jiu would give her orders if necessary. If she didn't give any orders,
She doesn't need to do anything.
This is a very easy job.
It was night, she hadn't seen Lu Jiu all day, and she didn't plan to wait any longer. She planned to help Lu Jiu make a bed and go to sleep.
Unexpectedly, Lu Jiu came back as soon as the paving was completed.
After practicing martial arts, he finally went to collect flowers.
He held a large cluster of flowers in his hands behind his back. The night covered his handsome face with a dark red color. The sound of him opening the door surprised Sikong Qingying. Sikong Qingying turned around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was him.
:
"Mr. Lu, Miss Song has gone to help Doctor Lu make medicine. I will take care of you recently. If you need anything, just ask."
Lu Jiu nodded.
He didn't speak. He walked slowly to Sikong Qingying. After a moment's hesitation, he took out the flowers from behind and brought them directly to Sikong Qingying: "Here you go."
Sikong Qingying looked at the fragrant flowers and blinked her eyes. She never imagined that Lu Jiu intended to give them to her.
She turned her head and took it: "Oh - let me help you plug it in? Okay."
She found a vase and put the flowers in it, adding a bit of softness to the room. After a while, the room was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers.
Sikong Qingying smiled again. Unexpectedly, Lu Jiu, who looked so cold, actually knew how to put a few bouquets of flowers in the house.
Lu Jiu watched Sikong Qingying's every move and wanted to say that the flower was for her, but looking at the smile on Sikong Qingying's face, he swallowed what he wanted to say.
No matter what, this bouquet of flowers really brought Sikong Qingying's smile, and that was enough.
Every day from now on, Lu Jiu would come back with a bouquet of flowers.
As a killer organization, Xuanming Palace has a very strict hierarchical system. When accepting tasks, they go up to the next level. If it were not a very difficult task, it would have been solved before it even reached the hands of Lu Jiu and Gong Suxian.
Therefore, although Lu Jiu is the master of the left palace of Xuanming Palace, he is not busy at all. He spends a lot of time practicing martial arts every day. What he mainly practices now is the peerless martial arts in the Book of Immortality.
The peerless martial arts is called the Secret of Immortality, which is divided into ten levels. From the time he got the Book of Immortality until now, his progress has been very fast. In just about two months, he has reached the eighth level.
However, the eighth level seemed to be a bottleneck in the Immortality Art, and he could not break through it no matter what... After practicing to the eighth level, he felt that his martial arts had stagnated there. Even if he practiced, it was no different from not practicing at all.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have become irritated and angry a long time ago, but Lu Jiu was different.
He has been preparing for revenge for so many years, and he is more patient and perseverant than ordinary people.
He firmly believes that if he keeps practicing like this, he will one day break through the eighth level, practice to the ninth level, the tenth level...
Regarding how to deal with Sikong Qingying, Lu Jiu also thought of many ways, but they were all rejected in the end. In the end, he decided to let nature take its course - if Lu Zicong knew about this, Lu Zicong would definitely criticize him with hatred.
But Lu Jiu herself thinks this is good.
When Song Qing took care of him in the past, he was basically elusive and rarely asked Song Qing to do things. But after Sikong Qingying took care of him, he basically ate on time for every meal. After Sikong Qingying brought his meal,
He would always leave Sikong Qingying to eat with him.
In addition, he would bring a bouquet of flowers back to Sikong Qingying every night.
Sikong Qingying always thought that this was his living habit, so she helped him put fresh flowers into the vase every night, so that Lu Jiu's room was always filled with fragrance.
When Lu Jiu was away, Sikong Qingying was even more diligent in going to Lu Zicong's place. However, since she went there three times in a row to deliver cakes and tea, but was severely reprimanded by Lu Zicong not to disturb them, Sikong Qingying never returned.
Went.
She thought that she had really disturbed Lu Zicong, and she didn't go because she was angry with Lu Zicong. She just prayed in her heart that Lu Zicong could successfully refine the medicine he was currently making as soon as possible.
"I'm going to stay in seclusion for two days."
Although the Immortality Technique has not moved up to the eighth level, in the past, after practicing for such a long time, it was possible to break through to the first level. Therefore, Lu Jiu still planned to try in seclusion to see if he could break through to the ninth level.
"Ah... then, do you want me to deliver your breakfast, lunch and dinner to you?"
Lu Jiu was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
In fact, with his current martial arts skills, it would be no problem to go without food for several days. When he was in retreat in the past, he had never asked anyone to deliver food - usually retreat was needed because of critical moments. At that time, he needed to concentrate and not be distracted.
The heart cannot be disturbed at all, and its own defenses are much weaker than usual. Therefore, when most people are in retreat, except for the most trusted people to help protect them, they will not let other people come close.
Lu Jiu used to be in seclusion alone.
However, now, Sikong Qingying made such a request, but he agreed. A long time ago, Song Qing said the same thing, and he refused.
The sky was dark and the breeze was blowing. The huge Xuanming Palace lay on the side of the mountain, like a sleeping beast.
As winter is getting closer, the weather is getting colder.
Sikong Qingying was wearing a light blue robe, which was not as bright as Lu Zicong's green, but a little more gentle and clear. She held a lantern in one hand and a lunch box in the other, and walked slowly towards the back mountain.
The day before yesterday, Lu Jiu told her that she wanted to retreat, and then personally took her to the retreat place to find the way. After she remembered the way, Lu Jiu actually went into retreat.
Every morning, noon and evening, she would deliver meals to Lu Jiu according to the designated time, without daring to neglect anything.
Although she never saw Lu Jiu in person every time, the meals she sent were always eaten.
This gave her some peace of mind, knowing that the people in retreat inside were good.
Lu Jiu said that he would be in seclusion for two days, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would be released from seclusion today.
But unfortunately, I still haven’t left the customs at night.
Sikong Qingying walked around the Xuanming Palace, and finally arrived at the cave entrance covered by thorns in the back mountain.
She used the wooden stick placed beside her to push aside the thorns at the entrance and walked into the cave.
There are a few luminous pearls embedded in the cave, emitting a faint light.
There were other forks and stone gates in the cave. She walked to a stone gate and put down the food box.
She could put down the food box and leave as usual, and then come back to pick it up tomorrow, but she was a little worried - Lu Jiu hadn't come out after the expected time, could something happen?
After hesitating for a while, she finally did not leave, but sat aside and waited - perhaps, waiting for Lu Jiu to come out of confinement.
Time gradually passed, the night became a little quiet, and Sikong Qingying also felt a little cold. She stood up, moved her hands and feet, and was about to leave, when she heard a dull banging sound from behind the door.
"Master Lu?"
Sikong Qingying thought it was Lu Jiu who had come out of seclusion. With a bit of joy on his face, he approached the stone door and called out.
Unexpectedly, the people inside seemed unable to hear her cry, and there was a crashing sound inside. Sikong Qingying put his ear to the stone door and even felt the entire mountain wall trembling.
"Mr. Lu... what's wrong with you? Mr. Lu..."
Sikong Qingying yelled a few more times, and his voice seemed to really reach inside.
It fell silent inside, but still no one responded to him.
Sikong Qingying frowned and patted the stone door, but with her strength, how could she possibly shake the stone door?
The hands she clapped were red, and she was a little tired, so she leaned against the stone door and sat down, but she felt a little uneasy, feeling that something had happened to Lu Jiu who was in seclusion.
Leaning on the rock wall next to the stone gate, she thought about Lu Jiu inside the stone gate. She heard from Miss Song that Lu Jiu's family was wiped out more than ten years ago, and now he is the only one left, so he is more important than anyone else.
Practice your revenge seriously.
Sikong Qingying also asked, isn't there Lu Zicong? How could the Lu family only have Lu Jiu left?
Song Qing said that Lu Zicong was not a member of the Lu family.
Lu Zicong was so lonely and lonely. Who would have thought that his nephew was not that lucky compared to him.
She likes Lu Zicong, loves the house and the bird, and feels pity for Lu Zicong's little nephew, so she is particularly attentive when taking care of him.
Now, she was thinking, should she go find Lu Zicong and see what happened to Lu Jiu?
She didn't do that after all, but fell asleep leaning against the wall next to the stone door.
I don’t know how long it took, but with a ‘bang’, the stone door opened.
Lu Jiu's eyes were scarlet, and his overly handsome face was a little distorted. His eyes, which used to be calm and emotionless, were now full of pain.
His black clothes were a bit messy, blood was dripping from his hanging hands, and a series of blood marks were left behind him.
It wasn't until he saw the food box at the door of Shimen that his tense body slowly relaxed.
Even though Sikong Qingying's breathing was very shallow, he still discovered it immediately.
He turned his eyes and saw Sikong Qingying, who was sleeping against the wall, and he couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.
As Lu Zicong said, this person is really the person he has always hidden in his heart.
It's just that the distance before was too far...
This time?
He sighed silently, not knowing how to fight for it. He had never done anything like this!