The rain was so heavy that even the sound was covered up. If he hadn't been with Zhang Yunwei, no one would have known about his death.
When Zhang Yunwei led his men to find him, all he saw was the broken carriage, and the horses were missing.
She, a harem woman, had never seen such a thing before. Her knees went weak immediately, and she almost collapsed on the ground if she hadn't asked Hongyang to help her: "How could this happen? How could this happen? How could a horse start to move when it's fine?"
It's crazy."
Texue's face turned pale, and he didn't care that his clothes were getting wet. He ran around in the rain, his eyes were red, and he said with a trembling voice: "There is a broken tree there, and the girl may have fallen into the cliff."
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Liu Ping was young and couldn't help but cry a long time ago. The horse went crazy just now and he was holding the carriage, but it fell off. Seeing the carriage disappear, he was so frightened that he couldn't help but cry.
There was only one master present, Zhang Yunwei, but she couldn't stand up by herself.
The heavy rain still did not stop, Hongyang held an umbrella with one hand and supported her with the other, and said hurriedly: "Girl, you must hold on, the slaves must obey your orders."
Hongyang, who always knew etiquette, was so anxious that she called out her original title.
Zhang Yun bit his lip slightly and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. This Thousand Buddha Mountain is one of the tallest in Beijing. If you really fall from it, you will definitely escape death.
If it weren't for her, how could Song Qinghuan come to Hongfa Temple for no reason, and how could they go down the mountain early?
Zhang Yunwei felt extremely guilty, but she also knew that she had to stand up at this time. She suppressed the fear in her heart. She stood up leaning on Hongyang and called Liu Ping: "Good boy, don't cry. This place is far away from Hongfa Temple."
It's not far, hurry up the mountain and ask for help."
Then he ordered the driver of Zhang's mansion: "Hurry, hitch the horse and go back to the city. Tell Uncle Tong that he will send someone."
The coachman was about to leave after receiving the order. Zhang Yunwei recalled that the Zhang family was too busy talking and had no doorkeeper, so she stopped him and said, "Tell the public that the carriage is broken and ask them to pick it up. We will wait until we find sister Qinghuan."
When Uncle Cheng En heard the news brought back by the groom, his brows jumped. Originally, Song Qinghuan's fall into the cliff had nothing to do with him, but after all, Song Qinghuan was invited by his own daughter to go with him.
Don't fall off.
He arranged for people to go to Qianfo Mountain immediately with his confidants, and at the same time, he prepared a car to pick Zhang Yunwei back.
After thinking about it, I went to the Qibei Marquis Mansion next door and told Song Wende that even if the Song family couldn't count on it, they still had to let them know.
At that time, Song Wende was repairing a newly acquired ancient painting. The paintbrush in his hand fell from his hand, and the paintbrush stained with paint immediately left a mark on the painting.
When Cheng En Bo Zhang Youling and Song Wende rushed back to Qianfo Mountain, the rain had gradually subsided, but the sky had also darkened early due to the rain.
Zhang Yunwei rested in the carriage to hide from the rain. His eyes had been red from crying for a long time before he stopped crying. But when he saw Zhang Youling, he couldn't help crying: "Sister Qinghuan, she, she..."
But the rest of the words could no longer be uttered. Everyone knew that falling from Qianfo Mountain would be a disaster.
Liu Ping went to Hongfa Temple to ask for help. At that moment, a dozen monks went down the mountain to look for him. Liu Ping and Ta Xue couldn't wait any longer, so they went out despite the wind and rain.
There are dense forests at the foot of the mountain, and the darker the sky, the harder it is to see clearly.
The servants of the Zhang family and the Song family were holding torches and not only had difficulty walking in the dense forest, but they also had difficulty navigating the direction.
...
Song Qinghuan was thrown off the cliff. After a long battle between heaven and man, he was finally stuck by a big tree. Although his bones were probably broken, his life was saved.
And Xiao Ci, who tried to save her life, was much luckier than her, even though he got hung up on a branch and fell to the ground.
At least I was able to get up on my own.
Song Qinghuan looked at Xiao Ci under the tree and almost cried: "Why do nothing good happen to you every time I meet you? Are you born with a different horoscope than mine?"
The rain continued unabated and suppressed Song Qinghuan's voice, but Xiao Ci was a martial arts practitioner and had an extraordinary ear for hearing every word.
He held his hands and stood under the tree to look at her. His clothes were scratched in many places and the skin was turned up in some places.
"Do you think I am still happy to meet you?" His voice was not loud, but he used his inner strength to pronounce it, and Song Qinghuan could hear it all.
"Shit, since you don't want to meet me, you should take a detour when you see me. Look, I ended up like this again when you showed up." Song Qinghuan grabbed the branch at hand and tried to move, but was stuck.
It was too tight and I couldn't move at all, which made me feel very angry.
"Get me down quickly. Are you still willing to talk to me with your head raised?"
Xiao Ci couldn't stand her temper and stood motionless, looking at her with his head raised as if he were laughing: "It's good to talk with your head raised occasionally.
Then he said: "Didn't you say that I should take a detour when I meet you? I think this is reasonable, so I don't dare to take a step closer to you, just in case you end up in a worse end."
Song Qinghuan...
Song Qinghuan's face turned red and purple, and she was speechless for a long time.
Xiao Ci curled his lips and smiled, put his hands behind his back, turned around and planned to leave.
The movement was so clean and neat that Song Qinghuan thought that he was really going to sit back and do nothing, so he immediately howled at the top of his lungs: "Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu, you can't just die without saving me."
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You, you can't be so cruel, Uncle Ninth, Uncle Ninth..."
Every time Xiao Ci took a step, Song Qinghuan's voice got louder, making his throat hurt.
After calling "Uncle Nine" seven or eight times in a row, Xiao Ci stopped and turned around as she wished.
With a triumphant smile on his face, he said, "You still don't realize you're wrong?"
Song Qinghuan blinked and said repeatedly: "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again in the future."
Xiao Ci nodded slightly: "Well, tell me, what's wrong?"
Song Qinghuan...
Song Qinghuan was dumbfounded. She didn't know where she was wrong.
It took a while to suppress the bad breath, but Song Qinghuan said flatteringly: "Uncle Jiu, it's all the niece's fault. The nephew's daughter-in-law shouldn't be so talkative and disrespectful. She shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't talk about Jiu."
My uncle and I are not compatible."
"Our horoscopes are very good, we are quite compatible, very compatible..."
Xiao Ci didn't know whether this guy was really stupid or intentional. The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. A look of helplessness appeared on his face. He kicked his toes and the pebbles jumped up from the ground. He held them in his hand and flew out again with a clever move.
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The branches broke at the sound, Song Qinghuan's body was loosened, and he fell from the tree without noticing, with mud and water all over his face and mouth.
The severed branch accidentally fell on her body, and her head, which she raised immediately, was plunged into the mud again.
...
The rain gradually subsided, the sky became darker and darker, and you couldn't see your fingers in the dense forest.
Song Qinghuan endured the pain, grabbed Xiao Ci's sleeve, and followed him every step of the way, for fear that he would leave her in this place where no one could see him.
Xiao Ci struggled many times along the way, but failed to get rid of the piece of dog-skin plaster. In desperation, he had to take her to find a cave to shelter from the wind and rain.
The cave was in an excellent location. No wind could blow in if you went inside. Xiao Ci took out a firewood bag from his arms and took it out. Only then did Song Qinghuan see that the cave was extremely clean, with neat piles of dry firewood piled in the corners.
, there is still a bed of humiliation in the corner.
Xiao Ci squatted down and gathered up the dry firewood, started the fire with hay, and burned the firewood.
Song Qinghuan looked at his back and bit her lip without saying a word, but her expression changed again and again.
Autumn and winter were already cold, and it was windy and rainy outside. The two of them had already gotten wet. Xiao Ci sat on the spot and stretched out his purple hands from the cold to the fire to keep warm. He glanced at Song Qinghuan, who was still stunned.
There, the corners of his lips curved and he said: "Why, you have a body made of iron?"
Song Qinghuan came to his senses, hurriedly ran over, and sat on one side. The wind and rain roared outside, and neither of them spoke, making it extremely quiet.
Song Qinghuan's mind was filled with questions and curiosity, but he couldn't ask a single question. He was silent for a long time, and then said dryly: "Uncle Jiu, we are really destined."
Seeing that Xiao Ci didn't even move his eyebrows, he tried again: "Look, my horse was frightened, and by chance, I bumped into Uncle Jiu. My life today depends on Uncle Jiu. My fate with Uncle Jiu is serious."
Not shallow, hahahahaha..."
As soon as the words fell, there was another long silence. Song Qinghuan could not utter the rest of the words, and felt that the situation was extremely embarrassing.
The firewood was dry, and soon a fire broke out. Only then did Xiao Ci raise his eyes to look at her: "What a fate."
Then he said with deep meaning: "What surprise did you get?
