blue shirt oath

Chapter 226

In the middle of the night, Song Guichen was lying on the bed, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

During the day, the words that Painter Li said intentionally or unintentionally lingered in her heart. Lying in the warm blanket, she could even feel the coolness of standing under the plum tree in the snow during the day.

There is a burst of plum fragrance faintly from the nose, and there is also a faint trace of elegant and unique fragrance.

According to Painter Li, it was the returning life incense made by his wife.

Song Guichen doesn't have a delicate fragrance, but her nose is very sensitive. At this moment, when she thinks about it, she suddenly feels that something seems to be mixed into the fragrance that she asked during the day.

She stood up suddenly and quickly put on her clothes.

In a hurry, he poured the dowry belt on the vanity mirror to the ground, making a slap, which seemed very abrupt and empty in the quiet snowy night.

It was too late to pick it up, Song Guichen gathered his collar and opened the door, but saw Du Qingshan coming in a hurry, with an anxious expression on his face:
"Xiaochen, I heard some noise from your side, what happened?"

"Ayan, you came just in time." Song Guichen held his chest nervously, "There is something wrong with the incense in the incense burner of Painter Li, I—"

"I understand." Du Qingshan held her hand instead, "Don't worry Xiaochen, we'll go to Li's house right now."

Just like when they were in Hangzhou, the two went to Chang Sanjie's house outside the Qingbo Gate together. Thanks to Du Qingshan's superb lightness kung fu, the two landed in the old house of Li's family in a short while.

Under the cover of white snow at night, Li's house looks more and more simple and quiet, as if it has been sitting alone for thousands of years in the long years.

Sure enough, Painter Li was still dead.

Died by the scent of the censer he had been carefully holding in his hand.

Li Cui and Third Sister Chang, who had been guarding his bed all the time, also passed out because of smelling a lot of incense.

If Du and Song hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid they would have died together with Painter Li.

After inspection, Song Guichen found out that the incense in the incense burner was not the incense of returning to life at all, but the incense of death that was incompatible with the incense of returning to life.

The fragrance is less elegant and unique, more rich and charming. After smelling it for a long time, you will lose your mind and die slowly in the most beautiful and dreamy fantasy in your mind.

It is similar to Song Guichen's self-made Jiutian Daigo Incense.

After careful study, she found that this fragrance of death also had a lotus garment added.

No wonder the scent is so familiar.

If she had smelled something strange earlier and had taken away Painter Li's incense burner, such a thing would not have happened
Li Cui has lost a lot of weight in the past few days, Song Guichen thought about the half-commitment words Li Cui said before his death, and completely treated Li Cui as his own brother.

But she didn't know how to comfort Li Cui, who was dressed in plain clothes and said nothing.

I had no choice but to make a bunch of delicious food in an attempt to make him eat a little bit.

Du Qi silently looked at Li Cui who was sitting in the courtyard all in filial piety. His elder brother went to Jiedu Mansion today, and his elder sister was busy in the kitchen.

He thought for a while, walked over to Li Cui and sat down, pulled an unknown grass from the ground and held it in his hand.

"Don't be sad," he said.

Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his enunciation was a little vague, and his voice was not very pleasant, with the hoarseness of a young man when his voice changed.

He frowned, as if he disliked his own voice.

However, he continued: "I have no parents, just like you. However, they were killed, right in front of my eyes."

When Li Cui heard the story about Du Qi for the first time, he moved his head, and there was a slight fluctuation in his dull eyes.

"They killed my parents, set fire to my house, kept chasing me, and after they captured me, they locked me in a dark dungeon."

Du Qi spoke word by word, every word seemed to exhaust all his strength.

He paused, gathered up enough courage, and continued: "Many times, I wanted to hit my head to death, or starve to death without eating or drinking, and gnashed my teeth to die alive, but when I thought of dying like that, killing me The enemies of my relatives are still alive, so I tell myself, I can’t die, I can’t die, no matter how they torture me, I can’t die.”

He seemed to be recalling some terrible experience, and closed his eyes in pain.

After Song Guichen's careful nursing during these days, the little boy grew taller, his fair skin glowed softly under the warm winter sun, and his long eyelashes trembled, carrying a fragile beauty.

Li Cui looked up at the silent little brother beside him, remembering that when he saw him from the cave in the back mountain of Liao Xianguan, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and he had indeed suffered inhuman torture.

He didn't expect that this good-looking little brother would have such a tragic past.

Du Qi opened his eyes, just in time to meet Li Cui's gaze.

"Stay alive," he said.

"You, why are you telling me this?" Li Cui asked.

"I just don't want my brother and sister to worry about you every day." Du Qi raised his head, "Their adults don't know how to get along with children at all."

"I'm not a child."

"Adults will not skip meals and torture themselves."

"My father often doesn't eat or drink, and tortures himself."

"That's because he's not an adult at all." Du Qi said, "If he still had a sense of responsibility as an adult, he wouldn't have left you to find your mother, and made you stunned by the smell of death. "

"Wow!!!"

Hearing this, Li Cui burst into tears.

Song Guichen, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the sound and felt like running over. He saw two children sitting on the bluestone board, and Du Qi was holding hands, raising his eyebrows and looking at the crying Li Cui.

"What's going on here?"

Although he knew that Ah Qi would not say anything, Song Guichen still asked Du Qi a lot of questions every day as usual.

"Aqi, are you bullying Ah Cui? My sister said it, he is a younger brother, you have to take care of him."

Du Qi pouted.

Believe me, he will cry just fine.

He got up and walked to the study, leaving Song Guichen with a proud back.

Song Guichen: This brat.

But she could also see that Li Cui's crying was not a bad thing.

Squatting beside Li Cui and guarding him, until Li Cui was crying and wiping his tears embarrassingly, Song Guichen said: "Du Qi just bullied our A Cui, turn around and sister will clean him up." .”

Li Cui cried and shook his head.

Song Guichen took out a handkerchief to wipe away his tears, and said softly: "Sister knows that A Cui is a strong child."

It's just that no matter how strong a child is, there are still obstacles that are difficult to overcome.

Many times, the misery in everyone's heart can only be overcome by oneself.

And the people around, all they can do is helplessly resolve it.

Song Guichen looked at the study room, Ah Qi, a kid, didn't know what he had just said to Li Cui, which made Li Cui, who had been in mourning for the past few days, suddenly burst into tears.

"Sister, I'm hungry." Li Cui choked.

Song Guichen patted his head with a smile: "It's just right, your favorite snacks are made in the kitchen."

(End of this chapter)