Song Qing's voice was choked with sobs: "Don't take off your hijab, Miss Sikong... don't take it off."
She didn't want Sikong Qingying to see her like this.
Sikong Qingying seemed to understand her mentality somewhat and fell silent.
However, she still couldn't understand why Song Qing cried?
"Miss Sikong, from the day they rescued me, I have thought about working for them all my life to repay their kindness..."
"Miss Song is talking about Doctor Lu and Mr. Lu."
"Yes." Song Qing sighed: "But... now... I'm afraid he doesn't need me to do anything for him... Miss Sikong, I will leave him to you, you treat him well."
Sikong Qingying nodded: "Don't worry, although he also saved me, I know very well that I feel love for him, not kindness, and I will take good care of him."
"That's good." Song Qing said in a low voice.
He reached up and wiped the tears from his face.
"Miss Sikong, please wait a moment, I will get you some food, otherwise you will be hungry by the time I salute."
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome." Song Qing turned and left. After opening the door, she found a tall green figure standing outside the door with a tray in hand.
"Lu..." Song Qing was about to say hello to Lu Zicong, but Lu Zicong shook his head and handed the tray in his hand to Song Qing: "Take it to her to eat."
Song Qing nodded, she felt... the relationship between Lu Zicong and Sikong Qingying seemed to be more than just a doctor and a medicine boy.
Otherwise, how could Doctor Lu be...why, so sad now?
She took the tray in, and Sikong Qingying was a little surprised: "So fast?"
Song Qing smiled: "Yes, Doctor Lu was afraid that you would be hungry, so he brought it to you personally."
"Really?" A sweet smile appeared on Sikong Qingying's little face under her hijab.
Will Lu Zicong be kind to her in the future?
Will it be very good?
In fact, Lu Zicong is in a terrible mood right now.
He didn't know why either.
However, when he heard Sikong Qingying say that he could distinguish between love and kindness, his heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by something.
I can barely breathe...so...sad.
Just like when I was kicked out of my house many years ago, I was so sad and felt that the whole sky turned gray.
But so what?
With things at this point, where is the chance for him to regret it?
Moreover, why would he want to go back on his word? Why would he want to go back on this matter?
Lu Zicong was in a trance, as if he were a zombie, and he numbly took off the Bixiao hanging from his waist.
Put it to your lips and blow out.
Although Bixiao was Lu Zicong's weapon and a token that almost never left his body, Lu Zicong rarely blew it.
Except when you are challenged and forced to blow, you usually only blow when you are very excited.
For example, at this time, although he didn't understand why, he felt that he was sad, extremely sad.
He crossed his arms, and the green sleeves of his robe slipped down. He pinched Bixiao tightly with his skeletal fingers, placed it across his lips, and blew slowly.
The melody was just like his mood, sad and sad.
He closed his eyes, his head aching. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that he had told Sikong Qingying before that he would play the flute to Sikong Qingying if he had the chance.
There seems to be no chance.
I'm afraid Sikong Qingying won't want to see him in the future, let alone listen to him play the flute?
There was bitterness in his heart, and he was like a puppet. He kept playing the tune, half-closing his eyes, and kept recalling... recalling the surprise when he first saw this girl, recalling the time when he fed this girl 'Tongxi'
’s struggle, recalling the girl’s throbbing when he drank blood for him, recalling every moment between this girl and him in the past two months.
It was so clear and vivid.
He never knew that his memory was so good, that he could remember everything so clearly and treasure it all in his heart - even when he was in Tianzongmen, this girl rarely spoke and just stood behind her in obscurity.
Even then, he always observed this girl and never ignored her.
He cares about that girl.
Today, at this time, he had to admit it.
Is it ‘same interest’?
Is it because of the ‘same interest rate’?
If it was really because of the 'same interest rate', then he would admit defeat.
He admitted that his generation of miraculous doctors was no match for a dose of medicine, and that 'Tongxi' not only bewitched Sikong Qingying, but also him.
But it doesn't matter, medicine is medicine, and the feelings caused by the medicine cannot last long. He will take the Heartless Pill, and Sikong Qingying will forget his feelings for him as time goes by.
No need for regret.
No need for pain.
As it is now, it's good.
Really good.
Song Qing found Lu Zicong by following the sound of the flute. She saw Lu Zicong's figure from a distance, but the back of the graceful man in the past was now very lonely and desolate.
Is he sad too?
Same as her.
It turned out that she was not delusional, Dr. Lu really had feelings for her.
Since there is love, why do you still do that...
She was just in a trance for a moment, then came behind Lu Zicong: "Doctor Lu, the wedding is about to begin."
The sad and plaintive sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Lu Zicong turned his head, with a cynical smile on his face, but there was unconcealable sadness in his glazed peach blossom eyes.
"Do you want to salute?" He murmured to himself: "Okay, I'll go now."
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Sikong Qingying felt her head was a little dizzy, and her whole body was limp and without any strength. If it hadn't been for a wave of faith and the support of the arm next to her, she might have fallen.
how so?
Are you too happy?
Or did you eat too little and are you hungry?
No matter... Anyway, all that's left is to salute. After the salute, there will be nothing left for her to do. She can rest as much as she wants in her new house.
In the blur, he heard someone shouting: "Bow down to heaven and earth."
She knelt down and bowed.
"Two bows to the high hall."
High hall?
In this era, she had no father or mother, no relatives or friends, not even Lu Zicong, but she didn't know who Gao Tang would worship.
She was guessing in her heart, but she still knelt down and knelt down.
"Husband and wife pay homage."
Through the tassels hanging on the red hijab, Sikong Qingying, who was a little dizzy, saw Sina's red wedding robe.
She curled her lips. From the day she met Lu Zicong, all she saw was Lu Zicong in green.
She had never seen Lu Zicong wearing clothes of any other color.
It's fine now, haha, it's time to get married. Lu Zicong finally couldn't wear green clothes and changed to bright red.
She really had the urge to lift her hijab and see what Lu Zicong looked like in red.
But...it seems unethical?
Forget it, let's just follow the ethics. After all, Song Qing said that if you don't follow the ethics, the marriage in this country will be unsatisfactory and unhappy.
She doesn't want that.
She wanted to have a long and beautiful relationship with Lu Zicong.
She was even thinking, did she travel through time and space to come here just to meet Lu Zicong?
With this in mind, she was sent into the bridal chamber with her body limp and dizzy.
There didn't seem to be any guests. The people in Xuanming Palace were all killers, extremely cold-tempered, and there were none who wanted to make trouble during the bridal chamber.
After being sent to the bridal chamber, those who should retreat also did so.
Before the groom arrived, Sikong Qingying felt that she couldn't hold on, so she fell limply on the bed.
The tip of my nose sensitively smelled a scent...it was incense, right?
Lu Zicong's body has always had a faint medicinal fragrance, and I have never seen him use incense. Why did he suddenly use it tonight?
Sikong Qingying was a little confused, but her mind seemed to be particularly confused tonight, so she stopped thinking if she couldn't understand.
Her body became weaker and weaker, and she seemed to have no strength to even open her eyes. It felt very strange, as if she was sick. Her consciousness seemed to be there, but her consciousness could not control her body.
She didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, let alone take off the hijab.
Drowsily, she heard the door being opened and a sound of footsteps coming from the door to the bed: "Miss Sikong..."
It's a woman...who is she?
Song Qing?
Sikong Qingying shook her head feebly. She was wrong. In fact, her consciousness was not sober. She couldn't even recognize the voice of the person who came, which was obviously a very familiar voice.
It's strange, she obviously didn't drink, but why did she act like she was drunk... Song Qing even cried during the day, it was really weird everywhere...
"Miss Sikong, you...do you really like Master Zuo?"
Song Qing, who was standing beside the bed, spoke slowly.
Sikong Qingying ignored her.
"Maybe it's my selfishness... But I still want to make it clear, Miss Sikong, I think you and Dr. Lu are better suited. Dr. Lu is very sad today... You, do you really not regret marrying the Lord Zuo?
"
What is she talking about?
Sikong Qingying's mind was dizzy. The other party's voice floated into her mind vaguely, and she didn't understand a word.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Song Qing thought it was Sikong Qingying who said such unethical words. She let out a long sigh: "At this point, I have to give up... Miss Sikong, the master of the left palace is really
I like you, I... wish you happiness."
She left again, heartbroken and sad.
Sikong Qingying's consciousness gradually blurred, and she was about to fall asleep.
The door was opened again.
This time the footsteps were steady and powerful.
Si Kongqing looked like he was asleep or completely drunk.
The other party was wearing a bright red wedding robe, with a gentle and obvious joy on his overly handsome face.
After he noticed that the person on the bed seemed to be asleep, he walked lightly. When he went to the bedside, he saw a guy wearing a red wedding robe like him. His thin body was buried in the quilt, and the hijab on his head was also
She was rubbed crookedly.
Obviously this man was not sitting upright and waiting for him to lift his hijab, but he still felt indescribably satisfied and happy in his heart.
I haven't felt this way for many years.
He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hands to pull the person on the bed who belonged to him from today on, into his arms, letting her soft body lean tightly against his chest, and reached out to remove her hijab.