Han Qiancheng's expression moved slightly, and his thoughts were a little far away. The past between him and Ling'er was not only painful, but also had many beautiful memories.
And these are the only solace for him to survive.
Just as Shen Zhixu said, he and Ling'er will meet again one day.
He clenched the purse in his hand and said close to his chest: "Thank you."
Shen Zhixu glanced at him, turned around and was about to leave, when Han Qiancheng said: "Wait a minute."
He turned around and saw Han Qiancheng handing over a jade pendant: "I'll give this back to you."
Shen Zhixu looked at the jade pendant. It was the family head order that Han Qiancheng had taken from him before to mobilize troops.
He reached out to take it, rubbed the pattern on the jade pendant, and said, "I'll come see you another day."
After leaving these words, he left here.
In the quiet courtyard, only Han Qiancheng was sitting alone at the stone table. He looked at the purse in his hand, his eyes blurred.
For a long time, I could only hear his low voice, calling with tenderness and nostalgia: "Ling'er."
The breeze blew the branches, as if responding to him.
Beijing.
As dusk approached, Feng Changling left the Li Mansion and was about to return to the palace.
While passing by Tongshun Street, I suddenly heard someone screaming: "He's dead."
This shout attracted many people to watch. Feng Changling heard this and came over. He saw a little Taoist priest lying on the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. He was obviously poisoned.
Feng Changling hurriedly walked over and took the man's pulse, only to see his expression change slightly.
From this pulse condition, it is obvious that he belongs to a girl. Looking at the delicate features and delicate features of this little Taoist priest, he is a bit thin and does not look like a boy.
Feng Changling didn't think much about it. He took out a silver needle from the medicine box and gave it to the little Taoist priest to save him.
After half a stick of incense, the man turned the corner and quickly woke up.
Feng Changling helped the person up and asked, "What do you think?"
The little Taoist blinked and stared at him and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
Feng Changling glanced at the cake that fell on the ground, picked out a petal from it and said, "You made a mistake and poisoned the oleander flower."
"ah?"
The little Taoist priest was surprised: "Is the flower poisonous? But it looks so beautiful, how can it be poisonous?"
Feng Changling said: "Whether it looks good or not has nothing to do with whether it is poisonous or not, but why do you want to eat it?"
The little Taoist priest pointed to a stall not far away and said, "I saw there was a flower cake selling there, so I wanted to give it a try."
Feng Changling couldn't laugh or cry when he heard her answer. Looking at the cake on the ground, it was dry and hard. He really couldn't imagine how to eat it.
He asked curiously: "Which Taoist temple are you from?"
The little Taoist priest replied: "Yuqing Temple, it's just that the incense in the temple is not good, the master has also ran away, and I am the only one left in the temple. I will go down the mountain to sell peace charms to make a living."
As she said that, she took out a handful of peace charms from her arms, picked one and handed it to Feng Changling, saying: "You saved me, and I can't repay you. I'll give this to you."
The peace charms were all drawn by me personally, and they were placed in front of the Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun statue and were consecrated. They are very effective."
Feng Changling smiled slightly, accepted her peace charm, and heard a familiar voice from the crowd: "Chanling."
Feng Changling looked up and saw Shen Zhixu striding over. He asked, "Why are you here?"
Shen Zhixu said: "I went out of the city to report the funeral, and I just came back."