Why should I give it to you?" Song Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him warily.
She had been thinking about the Life-saving Pill for several years, and it was very useful for treating excessive blood loss due to trauma.
It turned out that she and her master were constantly moving around, and had to get hurt here and there. Later, she made this thing and always carried it with her as a backup.
As a young lady in the Qibei Houfu, she was accustomed to preparing it. She never thought that Xiao Ci would use it just once last night, so he thought about it and couldn't help but speak even more unkindly.
Xiao Ci never thought that he could get things so easily. He just touched his clean chin and said with a smile: "I have thought carefully about what you told me this morning, and I am disabled."
It's a bit too eye-catching, but it's okay to make people suffer a little."
Song Qinghuan's clear eyes kept looking back and forth at Xiao Ci, but she couldn't figure out who this person was.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan had no obvious intention to move, Xiao Cifu said again: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. What you have done is a great meritorious deed. I promise you that I will give you a longevity plaque."
What do you think about being offered incense every day?"
"Go away..." Song Qinghuan's eyes widened, and his vague words mixed with saliva were sprayed in Xiao Ci's face.
Xiao Ci endured it again and again, tugged at the corner of his mouth and wiped it with a handkerchief, suppressing his initial disgust: "Think about it, after all, there are very few people who dare to touch Xiao Wei in Kyoto."
The carriage stopped and stopped, and there was a lot of people outside the carriage. Song Qinghuan felt very funny when she saw his appearance, but she still pursed her lips and said nothing, but her mind was moved.
That guy Xiao Wei, given the current situation, can't be killed or maimed, so it would be nice to give him a good beating.
She already had an idea in her mind, and it wasn't a big deal in the first place. Just when she was about to speak, the carriage suddenly stopped suddenly. Her center of gravity was unsteady for a moment, and her head hit her whole body, which fell into Xiao Ci's arms.
Xiao Ci was injured yesterday and lost a lot of blood. It was great to be able to jump around today, but after all, the injuries on her body were not completely healed. She was hit with such pain that her teeth and eyes were broken. "Little girl, you just have to throw yourself into my arms."
You might as well be gentle."
Song Qinghuan didn't expect such a thing, and showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, and then pressed on the wound in front of him impartially: "Uncle, you have warm fragrance and warm jade in your arms, but you still dislike gentleness."
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As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of noise outside.
Then Xunmei came back in a hurry, breathing heavily through the curtain: "Girl, there is a young man in the carriage in front who choked on his snack and asked us to borrow some water."
"Wouldn't it be dangerous to drink water after choking?" The smile on Song Qinghuan's face faded.
She has never been a nosy person, but since her rebirth, her mood has changed drastically, and she has become more willing to help the world. After weighing it in her mind, she raised the curtain without even looking at Xiao Ci.
Getting off the car: "Where is it?"
Xunmei pointed, but before she could speak, Song Qinghuan had already stepped forward.
Seven or eight carriages dressed as salutes had already started to leave. The canopy carriage with the lady and the young master in it was not far ahead. The maids and ladies who were originally following asked the doctor, and borrowed water. There was only one coachman.
Sitting there tremblingly.
His young master was young, but he just wanted to eat a quick snack to satisfy his craving. Unexpectedly, a madman suddenly rushed out on the road. The carriage stopped suddenly, and all the snacks he had just taken a bite of got stuck in his throat.
After drinking all the tea in the carriage, Zhang Yunwei was so frightened that Brother Xu's face turned paler and paler. This child was her life. How could she survive if something went wrong?
Song Qinghuan got on the carriage neatly, glanced at the child who was still feeding him water, and said solemnly: "If you can't feed the child water, your life will be ruined if you feed him any more."
Before Zhang Yunwei and the maid beside him could react, they hugged Brother Xu over.
Brother Xu is only two years old, and he can't even cry at this time.
Song Qinghuan placed his body on his forearms, head down, supported his head and neck with his hands, and slapped the heel of his other hand between his shoulder blades.
Five times in a row, but there was no relief. He moved his hands again and turned the person over on his knees. He placed the index fingers of both hands on the abdomen under the rib cage and above the navel, and quickly hit hard upwards to compress. Not long after, Brother Xu
Erwa spit out the snack stuck in his throat, took a breath, and suddenly started crying.
Zhang Yunwei also cried with joy, hugged Brother Xu and coaxed him softly.
Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and did not ask for credit. He was still thinking that he might have accumulated some more merit, so he said: "It would be better to see a doctor to see if it is safe."
As he said this, he got off the carriage.
Zhang Yunwei was immersed in the complicated emotions of losing her child, but the maid next to her reacted and immediately thanked her: "Thank you, madam, for saving me. I don't know, madam..."
After a pause, he showed a bit of joy and said repeatedly: "It turns out to be Miss Song."
Zhang Yunwei then raised his head to look at Song Qinghuan. He was also overjoyed and hurriedly called out: "Sister Qinghuan..."
Song Qinghuan hurriedly got out of the car and followed suit. She turned her head to look at Zhang Yunwei. Before her brain could react, she opened her mouth and called out in surprise: "Sister Yunwei."
The Zhang family of Uncle Chengen's Mansion is adjacent to the Song family of Qi Beihou Mansion. Song Qinghuan and Zhang Yunwei grew up together when they were young, and they have a somewhat deep sisterly relationship.
Three years ago, Zhang Yunwei married into the Wei family in Lizhou. At first, they mostly communicated through letters. However, Zhang Yunwei became pregnant and became inconvenient, so the correspondence gradually became less and less.
Today's Song Qinghuan naturally does not recognize Zhang Yunwei, but he still remembers some of the remaining memories of the original owner, and naturally feels a little more close to him.
Zhang Yunwei is a typical lady of the family, with an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows, a small peach mouth, tears still hanging on her face, but a smile on her lips. She is not afraid of the child in her arms, and she speaks softly:
"After three years of separation, I never expected to meet again but it would be like this."
His eyes drooped and tears fell again: "I really want to thank you very much today, otherwise..."
After all, they hadn't known each other for many years and didn't know what to say for a while. Song Qinghuan laughed twice and said reluctantly: "It's just a simple effort."
If she hadn't been reborn and knew that life was precious, she wouldn't have meddle in others' affairs.
But when these words came to Zhang Yunwei's ears, they sounded like humility. He knew that she was not the type to show off, so he didn't mention it any more, just thinking about thanking her later.
Liuzhu Street was already prosperous, but before the two sisters could say a few words, the doctor sitting near the medicine shop had already been invited over.
Brother Xu looked at the danger just now, but the piece of cake stuck in his throat was fine after he spit it out.
The horse-drawn carriages that had been lined up for a long time began to move slowly. Zhang Yunwei and Song Qinghuan were going back to their parents' homes, so they simply sat down together and chatted.
Brother Xu was tired from crying and fell asleep in his arms. Zhang Yunwei's face showed the tenderness of maternal love. He pulled Song Qinghuan and asked, "I never knew that sister Qinghuan knew the art of Qihuang."
Song Qinghuan lowered his eyes, concealing his guilty conscience, and said softly: "I can't say that I understand, it's just a small fight in the past few years."
Zhang Yunwei didn't know that this body had changed its core a long time ago. Seeing that she was in a low mood and still wearing bright red, he thought of the reason why she got married at such a young age, and the rumors about the Yiwang Palace in the past few days.
She frowned, feeling sorry for her, but she still asked with concern: "Didn't you tell him clearly about what happened back then?"
Song Qing Huancheng's memory was incomplete. When Zhang Yunwei asked, she was still confused and asked, "What happened back then?"
"What happened that year? I fell into the water a while ago and suffered a bit. When I woke up, I couldn't remember many things."
"Don't remember?" Zhang Yunwei looked surprised, looking at Song Qinghuan with a softer look, but after a pause he sighed softly: "Well, since I don't remember, it's God's will."
Then he muttered to himself: "It's okay if you don't remember."
He said this half-heartedly, but it made Song Qinghuan feel more and more uncomfortable. He wanted to ask more questions, but unknowingly he had arrived at Goldfish Alley.
Zhang Yunwei's husband was going to attend the Autumn Festival next year, so she came back first to take care of things. She just came back today, so she had no time to spare, and she didn't leave Song Qinghuan alone. She just said: "I want to live in Kyoto for a while. In the past, the distance was inconvenient.
Now I just need to move around a lot."
Song Qinghuan nodded in agreement and then returned to his carriage.
The carriage was empty, Xiao Ci had already left without knowing when, and the only thing left behind was the flower on his temple.
The Zhang family and the Song family live next to each other, but their families are completely different.
The Zhang family is prosperous and has many progressive children. In recent years, it has become more and more important in the court. On the contrary, the Song family is not getting better every year. Others can only mention it in one sentence, and it is gradually declining.
Not to mention anything else, the red paint on the door alone is already mottled. It hasn't been repainted in several years.
Thinking of what happened to the Song family, Song Qinghuan felt a little uncomfortable, so she asked Xunmei to help her get out of the carriage. Before she could stand still, Grandma Sun's grandson Liu Ping came running sweating profusely to deliver a message.
"Princess, something happened in the palace, and I asked my servant to ask you to go back quickly.
