Only Nan Qingchu, dressed in black, suddenly appeared at the door. He raised his fingers and knocked lightly on the half-open door:
"Xiao Lian."
Su Lian raised his eyes warily:
"Who are you? Where is this?"
Nan Qingchu was startled, and a wry smile appeared on his lips:
"Xiao Lian, this is the Blood Lotus Back Mountain in Jiuzhou City, where you grew up."
There was nostalgia and bitterness in his voice.
Jiuzhou City? After experiencing such twists and turns, she actually arrived here smoothly.
Seeing that Su Lian was still wary, Nan Qingchu took out a white porcelain ointment bottle from his sleeve and said softly:
"Yesterday, your hand was injured and your foot was sprained. Using this recovery cream can help you recover faster without leaving any scars."
Girls love beauty the most, and Xiao Lian did the same when she was a child. If she got a small cut and left a bloody scab, she would be so anxious that she would cry.
No scars left?
Su Lian pursed her lips and took it.
But because of the pain on his wrist, he took a breath of cold air and subconsciously put his hand down.
When Nan Qingchu saw this, he sat directly beside the bed, lifted her feet to his knees, and prepared to open the recovery ointment and apply it to her ankles.
"Hey, hey, you're a gangster!"
Su Lian was startled, her beautiful eyes raised, and she reached out and slapped his cheek.
I saw a red slap mark instantly appearing on Nan Qingchu's handsome cheek.
Everyone around him took a breath.
Sect Master, Sect Master was beaten?
But Nan Qingchu was just stunned for a moment, then stuffed the recovery ointment into Su Lian's palm and said warmly:
"Sorry, I didn't think well. You can apply it when you have time."
Nan Qingchu wanted to rub Su Lian's head, but when he looked at Su Lian's doubtful eyes, he paused with his outstretched hand and retracted his sleeve.
"Sister, take care of yourself."
After saying this, Nan Qingchu prepared to get up and leave.
He didn't want to scare Su Lian too quickly. After all, to her, he was just a dangerous stranger, and she had just encountered a life-or-death danger.
Su Lian took the ointment and thought that the person in front of her could be regarded as her savior after all. She hesitated and said softly:
"You said I am your sister, why did you say that?"
"Also, why did you call me Xiao Lian?"
In the early days of the Southern Qing Dynasty, his back froze.
A low and hoarse voice sounded:
"Xiao Lian, do you really not remember anything at all?"
Nan Qingchu turned his head, his eyes a little disappointed.
For some reason, Su Lian felt a sense of familiarity, but there was still no memory of him or this place in his mind.
Maybe the memories from before the age of six seemed to have been erased in my mind and gradually became blurry.
This was accompanied by severe pain in the brain. Su Lian involuntarily covered his head with a painful expression on his face, and even tried to hit his head with his hand to reduce the pain.
Nan Qingchu hurriedly came over and grabbed her two hands:
"Xiao Lian, how are you?"
"It's my brother's fault. He shouldn't be so eager to remind you of everything."
But Su Lian bit her lower lip and looked firm:
"Tell me, what happened?"
When Nan Qing saw her like this for the first time, he sighed and said:
"Back then, Jiuzhou City wanted to become an independent force, and our parents were the city lord and his wife of Jiuzhou City.
Jiuzhou City has a vast territory and rich products, so no country is willing to lose our city. After finding that it could not be annexed directly, they secretly sent people to attack the Blood Lotus Mansion.
Therefore, under the siege of the two countries, the City Lord's Mansion, which is now Snow Lotus, and the Blood Lotus Mansion in the back mountain were exposed to human serum.
Both my father and my mother left, and only the two of us were left. We were not killed because we hid in the porcelain vat.
But at that time, we had not had enough food and water for three days and three nights, and I had already fainted from weakness. When I was found by the clan elders and woke up, you were gone.
I've been looking for you for many years, but I couldn't find you anyway. Until that day when I went to the desert to look for a medicinal material, I unexpectedly saw you.
You and your mother were exactly the same mold when they were young. I believe you are my lost sister."
Seeing that Su Lian was still silent, Nan Qingchu was a little anxious:
"If you don't believe it, why don't you let me take a look at the back of your neck?"
"If that's right, then you must have a butterfly birthmark."
Although they haven't completely determined it yet, the butterfly birthmark on Soviet Union's neck is very familiar to them. It can only be grown by the Duzunzhuchuiyuan.
Because his qualifications are not good, he does not have the butterfly mark.
Su Lian subconsciously touched the side of her neck. There was indeed a butterfly birthmark there, but because she always liked to wear her long hair, almost no one except her personal maids Xiaoju and He Muyan knew about it.
When Nan Qing first saw her expression, he sighed and was about to turn around and leave.
These days, he also found someone to investigate Su Lian's life experience after leaving Jiuzhou City. She is now the daughter of Su Xiang, who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people. She has also become the emperor's famous and favored concubine. In addition to that "
The nickname "Demon Concubine" made him a little dissatisfied, but everything seemed to be going well.
He originally thought that if she lived a good life, he would stop disturbing her, but he didn't want to. The subordinates who escorted her all the way sent intelligence that someone wanted to kill her, and the person they hired was someone from Kyushu Lian.
Even his sister who bullied her came to him. Nan Qingchu immediately felt that Su Lian should stay by his side, so that at least no one would bully her.
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes that were always filled with indifference filled with tenderness and possessiveness.
Although he now wishes to tie his sister to him forever, if he does it too hastily, he may only scare her.
A hint of gloom and anxiety flashed across Nan Qingchu's face under the mask, but when he looked up at Su Lian, there was only a gentle smile:
"It's okay sister, I can wait."
His smile was forced, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, which made your heart ache.
Su Lian sighed and said softly:
"Hey, help me apply the medicine first."
The hands were bruised and bloody due to the previous rubbing on the rope. Even though they were bandaged with white gauze to stop the bleeding, they were still in pain and couldn't be lifted up.
She was not someone who liked to force herself, so instead of letting the pile of people next to her...
Su Lian looked at the two rows of fierce men with swords standing on both sides, silently turned his head and looked at Nan Qingchu.
It has to be a real brother.
Although she did not remember the early days of the Southern Qing Dynasty, when she heard the scenes of her childhood that he described just now, a few more fragments seemed to flash through her mind.
Even though it was just a few scenes, they were far clearer than the fragments of memories she had in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Nan Qingchu quietly curled up the corners of his mouth, but didn't show it on his face. He just silently sat back on the couch and uncorked the medicine bottle.
Carefully removing the gauze on Su Lian's hands and feet, Su Lian took a breath of cold air.
Nan Qingchu's voice was clear and crisp, and his warm fingertips gently twisted her ankle: