Is your incurability really incurable, or is it incurable according to the rules?
When this sentence came out, even Banqin, who had never used his brain to understand words, understood the meaning.
She vaguely remembered that there had been such a scene before, when the young man casually asked his wife how she knew that the wolves were man-made.
In fact, she didn't notice anything wrong with this sentence at that time. She only noticed that the smart sister Banqin was strange. She seemed to be very frightened. Later, the smart Banqin told her that it was hidden under the warmth at that time.
of danger.
At this time, has the young man become suspicious of his wife again?
Did he think that the lady was deliberately not treating her illness?
Is he going to be angry?
Banqin turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang's expression remained unchanged.
"Rules are based on what you can and cannot do." She said without any hesitation, "Rules are not set for others, nor for others to see, but for yourself, to tell yourself and remind yourself how big it is."
How much rice can you eat from a bowl?"
Banqin was busy going to see the King of Jin'an County again.
Will he believe it this time? Just like last time, will he believe what the lady said?
"Cheng Fang." Prince Jin'an looked at her, "Didn't you once be a fool? Didn't you also used to be like this? You are neither alive nor dead, ignorant and unaware, without desires or pursuits, without joy or fear, you are not
Are you ready?"
He took a step forward, his voice trembling.
"Haven't you been as stupid as him? As dirty, ugly and stupid as he is, and hated by others, aren't you better? If you are better, why do you say he can't be better? Aren't you cured?"
Banqin's face was pale, and her eyes could not hide the horror.
It'll be fine once it's better, no one wants to think about the bad times, even she has forgotten those times.
He actually said it and asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang's expression remained unchanged and she shook her head again.
No, Cheng Jiaoniang was not cured. The one who was cured was not Cheng Jiaoniang but Cheng Fang, and the idiot Cheng Jiaoniang was already dead.
Prince Jin'an looked at her without saying a word and turned away.
So, I still don’t believe it...
Banqin sighed inwardly and watched the young man walking away, stepping out of the door and disappearing from sight.
"Guanzhu, Guanzhu..."
Two children hurriedly came in and said.
Guanzhu Sun was still giving orders to his disciples to buy some furniture, and Mrs. Cheng's residence was given to the guests. Mrs. Cheng was temporarily staying at the Daxuanmiao Temple at the foot of the mountain. Both parties could not be slow to wait, and had to arrange it well. They were very unhappy to be interrupted.
"What's going on? I'm busy."
"Master, Madam Cheng's guest has left," the children said.
Leaving? You haven’t lived here yet, why did you leave?
Guanzhu Sun stood up in surprise.
"Master Guan, look."
He hurried out of the hall and stood outside the mountain gate. The children pointed and looked down.
The group of people had already walked down the mountain road, the carriage and horses were brought out again, the guards mounted their horses, the young master in a cloak got into the carriage with a child in his arms, and with a few shouts, the carriage and horses set off.
Even though the New Year is approaching, there are still villagers carrying baskets and doing small business at the foot of the mountain. Watching these people leave, they seem to be curious and point.
"Where is this person offering incense?" A villager grabbed a child in front of the Xuanmiao Temple and asked.
"It's not for incense." The boy said.
"What is that for?" the villagers asked curiously.
"I don't know either." The child said, turning to ask another child, "...Didn't you say you wanted to stay? Why are you leaving now?"
Another child crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Who knows," she said, turning around and seeing the villagers still standing aside, she groaned and frowned, "Which family are you from? Why haven't you seen her before?"
The villager laughed a few times, pointed behind him, said someone's house, and walked away.
"Guo's house? Guo's house? It's so far away from here, why are you here to hawk?" The boy shook his head, "It's almost the New Year..."
The villager here walked away with a basket in his arms, turned around a mountain road, and not far away saw a carriage parked. He lifted the curtain and got up, and the carriage sped away.
The mountain road returned to silence, there was not even a breath of wind, only scattered firecrackers came from the nearby villages in the distance, and suddenly a few people came out of the dead trees on the side of the road with a rustling sound. If at this time,
Anyone passing by will definitely be startled.
These people looked around, shook their clothes, turned around and ran towards the direction the carriage left without saying a word.
The mountain road became quiet again, and only on the hillside not far away did someone stand up, turn around and run towards Xuanmiao Temple.
"There aren't many people, about seven or eight," Manager Cao said with a serious expression.
Banqin's face turned pale.
"You mean someone is spying on us? What do they want to do? Who are they?" she couldn't help but asked tremblingly.
Manager Cao shook his head.
"No matter who he is, I think he's not one of us." He said with a wry smile, and then looked up at Cheng Jiaoniang, "Madam, it's better to get on the road later."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and shook her head.
"It's okay. Although they are not from us, looking at them avoiding caution like this, they must be very well-behaved people. As long as they abide by the rules, it will be okay," she said.
This lady was so unpredictable. Since she said it was okay, then it was okay. Manager Cao nodded solemnly.
"Madam, I have checked and packed the two shops, and there are two farms." He said, "I will check and pack them as soon as possible."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
Since there were no guests staying here, Cheng Jiaoniang naturally stayed in Taiping Temple, and Guanzhu Sun happily accompanied her, chatting and laughing. Of course, she was basically the one doing the talking.
At dusk, two children lit the lanterns in the Taiping Temple and listened to the laughter of the temple owner.
"...Really, really, that good man really believed it..."
"...Xiangu, how could this happen?"
The two children looked at each other and stuck out their tongues.
"The temple owner turns out to be so eloquent." A person laughed softly.
"People say that our temple master Xianjia Jinyan is willing to spend money to win her." Another one also laughed.
"Then the audience can make a lot of money tonight." said the first one.
The two of them giggled together.
The darkness of night did not hinder the movement of carriages and horses. When walking on the road during the New Year, you could hear the sound of firecrackers coming from a distance, adding a bit of joy to the lonely and desolate winter night.
The carriage and horse shook, and the child lying in his arms shouted twice and waved his hands randomly twice, tearing off the quilt covering him.
Prince Jin'an put his arms down and pulled up the quilt, took the handkerchief on the side and wiped the saliva from the child's mouth, patted him gently, and continued to stare at the car window in a daze.
The last glimmer of hope is gone.
He was shocked and horrified to learn that something happened to the second prince, he was panicked and desperate when he heard the diagnosis from the imperial doctors, and his liver and gallbladder were bursting with anger when he thought about how it happened.
Then there was the excitement when he decided to take the second prince out of the palace to seek medical treatment, the anticipation when he ran on the road non-stop day and night, the fantasy of the second prince's happiness after he recovered from his injuries, and the relief when he saw the woman.
When I heard that sentence today, I felt cold from head to toe.
In just over a month, he seemed to have experienced all the emotions he could encounter in his life, and it seemed that he had lived his whole life.
Prince Jin'an exhaled slowly, closed his eyes and leaned on the car.
This must be a dream. When he opens his eyes, at dawn, is he still in the small Taoist temple on the mountain? A maid will come and ask him to open the door softly, and then the woman will walk in, holding the medicine.
Give it to Brother Six, oh, or use gold needles to give Brother Six acupuncture. At that time, Brother Six will definitely not be cooperative and obedient. I heard that outsiders are not allowed to be present when she is seeing a doctor. So what should I do at this time?
The prince of Jin'an County frowned, that would be really difficult to do, but this woman looked dignified and virtuous, but in fact she was really neat and tidy when she really wanted to do things. Maybe she would just knock Brother Six out.
Prince Jin'an grinned. The carriage jolted and the child in his arms murmured, interrupting his reverie.
Even a fine carriage could not stop the night wind from coming in, and the burning charcoal fire could not withstand the cold air of the winter night. Prince Jin'an shuddered slightly, listening to the sound of horses and carriages outside the carriage, the breathing of his entourage, and
Occasionally whispered words, and the sound of firecrackers exploding in the night sky.
This is not a dream, this is reality, the cold and desperate reality.
No one will come to cure the sixth brother, and his sixth brother will never come back.
Prince Jin'an lowered his head and buried himself in the child in his arms.
There's no coming back, no more, no more.
He has nothing left.
Fang Bocong, Fang Bocong, don’t be sad.
Prince Jin'an stretched out his arms and hugged himself, gently patting himself. (To be continued)
