Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Chapter 3
There were not many disturbances that night. She was afraid of the heat, so she kept the window pavilion open all night, so that the blush on her face hadn't dissipated until the morning.

When they got to the main hall, Shen Yike and the others were already waiting there. Except for his purple robe, the others were all dressed in refined black robes. They looked neat and well-trained, and they had more than two brushes in their hands. personnel.

Chu Shou thought of these people who were ambushing all over the courtyard yesterday, and couldn't help but fight a cold war. Fortunately, he was rushing to cooperate, otherwise, it would be really difficult to get out of the body.

They were busy working up and down, and after a while, the main hall was set up as a simple mourning hall, with a bottle of coffin in the middle, made of high-quality golden nanmu, inlaid with five-color gemstones.

Chu Shou cursed in his heart, it's a pity that this good coffin...

"My lord, someone outside the mansion asked to see him, and he said it was..." The person who spoke took a look at Chu Shou. At that time, she stepped into the main hall with her hands behind her back, looking left and right, and Shen Yike's arrangement was quite decent.

"It's the coffin bearer."

After hearing this, Shen Yike understood, turned around and bowed his hands, Chu Shou said, "Oh, those are my people. After the ceremony is over, they will carry the coffin to the blessed place in the back mountain of Youzhou, where the tomb of the heavenly official is." The environment is beautiful and the air is fresh.”

Chu Shou raised her eyebrows at Shen Yike, with a sly smile on her face, she changed her outfit, wearing a top and bottom, a sycamore green skirt with a snow-white fine gauze brocade, and a heavy-colored green cloak, The hair is not crowned, a wooden hairpin is simply inserted, no powder is applied, and the shade is suitable.

"Two of you, please help me."

Chu Shou motioned for several people to open the coffin lid, then took the black wooden stick from Qingfeng's hand, and placed it in it respectfully. The stick has been passed down from generation to generation, and when she set off from Youbei, her grandfather handed it to her At the end of welcoming and seeing off the heavenly officials, the south and the north were merged into Youzhou. So far, there are no more witches in the world, and all the utensils and staffs will follow the coffin, take root on the ground, and fall into the underworld.

"Put it all in."

After Qing Feng put the copper bells, tiger skins, black feather horns and other utensils brought by Chu Shou in the coffin, he cooperated with several people to seal the coffin, and it happened that several coffin bearers were led to the main hall.

The leader named Ji Da, a middle-aged man with beard and beard, dressed in the costume of the Wu nationality, stepped forward to salute Chu Shou, and said respectfully: "I have seen the young master, I am late."

Chu Shou waved his hand and said, "It's okay, let's start."

Ji Da glanced at the sealed coffin, his eyes became firm, and he nodded. He took out various magic weapons from behind, and chose a black chain, which was densely engraved with blood-colored charms, tightly wound from the head of the coffin. Extending to the end of the coffin, a palm-sized brass lock finally fell down, glowing faintly in the morning light.

Chu Shou took the pen handed by Ji Da, stuck the bloody ink in the horn bowl, and began to write talismans around the coffin, densely packed, almost covering the entire coffin face, like a well-trained secret guard of the Metropolitan Procuratorate I couldn't help but observe this rare scene of large-scale wizard practice.

With the effort of a cup of tea, Chu Shou can draw a lot. Her handwriting is scribbled, and her calligraphy is not good enough, but the symbols are still passable.

In fact, the coffin can be sealed and carried away directly. After all, in the eyes of the world, no matter what the believers of the Wu Clan do, it is full of mystery. Painting symbols is one mystery, and not painting is another mystery.

Only Ji Da could see clearly, but he didn't understand what Chu Shou was doing. After all, the blood in that bowl was used to splash on the coffin to suppress it.

"Hmm..." Chu Shou looked at his work with satisfaction, clapped his hands in relief, and said, "Not bad."

"Little Lord……"

Chu Shou raised his hand and patted Ji Da on the shoulder, "Let's set off quickly, don't make Azu wait too long, although Younan and Youbei have dispersed now, but my cousin is the new magistrate of Youzhou. A way out, live a good life from now on.”

Ji Da looked distressed and asked eagerly:

"Young master, are you not going back to Youzhou with us?"

Chu Shou looked at him with a slight smile, and joked: "Did you forget that I have a grandfather who is as white as Azu's beard in Kyoto? Alas, I am the only one in the family. I can't guard Azu every day. When the time comes Youzhou has taken on a new look, and I will definitely go back when your life is stable."

"Yeah!" Ji Da nodded, bowed respectfully and bid farewell, then he took down the suona from his waist, and blew the air, the sound was clear and desolate, and the four of them raised the coffin and carried it out of the main hall, everyone was solemn.

With Chu Shou as the first to kneel down, everyone looked at each other and saw Shen Yike knelt down safely, so they also knelt down one after another. The early autumn morning was cool, and the cold dew was like thin ice in summer, which filled the whole senses and made people feel refreshed.

Chu Shou got up when he heard the sound of the suona getting weaker and fainter.

"Master Shen, we can set off now."

Before waiting for Shen Yike's order, Zhao Qinghuai walked out of the back room with Song Yanqing.

He is slender but slightly thin, with a straight back but bowed slightly because of the pain, his face is bloodless, he is dressed in white, his black hair is like ink, the color of landscape ink in his robe, against the color of his skin, he is getting whiter, and his hair is curly. Tall, hanging stubbornly on the back of his head, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, he is dressed as a young man, but he is lifeless... In fact, it is the same. It is obvious that he is not in good health.

But since Chu Shou saw him for the first time, he knew that the records in the scriptures were indeed flawless - "All heavenly officials are beautiful."

Qing Huai knelt all night last night, and with Qing Feng's slander, she didn't look much better than Song Yanqing, and she didn't even know who was supporting whom...

Song Yanqing's slender hand like a bamboo joint tightly held Zhao Qinghuai's wrist, and the two leaned together, he seemed to put all his weight on her with peace of mind, and she also fully accommodated it...

Before Chu Shou could say hello to the two of them, he turned around and strode out of the main hall with big strides. After struggling with twists and turns, he finally walked out of the house, followed by Qing Feng.

There were three carriages waiting outside, Chu Shou chose the last one, and got into the carriage alone, Qing Feng sat on it naturally.

"Will you drive me?"

Chu Shou opened the curtain and asked.

Qing Feng nodded in affirmation.

Chu Shou looked at Qing Feng who was about to say something, his lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were full of color, and he put down the curtain heavily.

Just at this time, a group of people walked out of the gate of the mansion, and after a few people got into the car, the dark-clothed guards disappeared, and the street became empty again, only the neighing of horseshoes remained.

"The side effects of Huan Shen San are extremely serious. He would rather drink three bowls than see me. I'm afraid he's too lazy to talk to me."

"Just take this medicine for him, he will be more comfortable with the bumpy road."

There was a muffled sound from the carriage, Chu Shou leaned back against the carriage, letting his hands and legs slump on the seat. He had been carrying it all night, but today he only saw him once, as if all his concentrated energy had been sucked into his chest , the original clear thinking became confused again, the whole person was as blunt as rotten wood in a sinking lake, and he didn't want to say a word, only sighed in his heart: worry, worry...

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"I heard that the Princess is under the tutelage of Dr. Miaochun, why don't you ask her to take a look?"

"Cough cough cough-"

Song Yan leaned his head against the side wall of the carriage, wrapped in a thin blanket, coughing non-stop, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, I don't know whether it was coughed up or he bit his lip, like cinnabar, or like a winter red plum blooming mouth The edge is particularly eye-catching.

Huan Shen San has a lot of side effects. It was originally used for patients with fast heart rate and excitement. Normal people will inevitably have side effects after drinking it. He fell down and fainted.

Shen Yike knew that Song Yanqing took refuge in Youbei for a period of time three years ago, and also knew that he and Chu Shou met at that time. As for the entanglement between the two, he didn't say anything, and he didn't know a thing or two at all.

So I had no choice but to see Chu Shou yesterday, and after observing for a long time, I finally don't know where Song Yanqing's attitude of avoiding it comes from, and where does this secret care come from...

"Let's not say that she has already sealed the case, not to mention that she was exhausted from running around yesterday... don't worry about it anymore."

Song Yan tilted his body and spit out one or two words, his breathing was weak and extremely unstable.

Shen Yike handed him a cup of warm sugar water and continued:

"If it wasn't for His Majesty's sudden illness, we wouldn't have transferred most of the troops back to the capital. If we didn't rely on the power of the princess, how could a mere 30 people pass the bandit-infested border of Qingzhou?"

Song Yanqing closed her eyes, her long eyelashes covered a black shadow, trembling slightly, her throat rolling, trying her best to suppress the physical discomfort, and forced out the words:

"This is...the reason why you want her to go with us? I...I didn't know that the Metropolitan Procuratorate was relying on a woman...to find its life."

Shen Yike was so choked that he had nothing to say, he curled his lips while pouring water for him, and slandered: You Song Yanqing is the most kind, I heard that your old friend is coming, not only sent the most trusted guards around to her, With only a weak and boneless Zhao Huainiang by my side, I can feel better. I drank three bowls to distract myself, fell asleep for a whole day and night, and didn't even dare to see a single face... You are the most kind.

Then the side wall of the carriage was knocked three times, Shen Yike opened a corner of the curtain, looked sideways, only revealing his deep eyes, and asked coldly: "What's the matter?"

Qing Feng handed over a small white porcelain bottle, and replied: "The medicine given by the princess."

Shen Yike was stunned for a second, a little surprised, and turned to look at Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing twitched the corner of his mouth, and there was a faint and elusive smile between his brows and eyes. He opened his eyes tiredly, revealing his dark pupils. He stood up weakly, and reached out to take the porcelain bottle from Qingfeng's hand.

The porcelain bottle fell into his hands, and his knuckle fingers rubbed the porcelain bottle. When he touched the bottom of the bottle, a pear blossom was outlined, and he swallowed a few pills.

Seeing Qing Feng's worried eyes, Shen Yike understood, but still asked, "Is there anything else?"

Qingfeng hesitated, and finally opened his mouth: "My lord, why don't you let the Princess come..."

Song Yanqing restrained her feelings, raised her eyes, looked at him indifferently, and then said calmly: "Let you go out for a few days, it seems that you don't even know how to measure..."

Qing Feng's eyes paused, a trace of panic flashed across his face, he bowed his head and said in a salute: "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Shen Yi put down the curtain with great interest, and the carriage began to roll forward. He said softly in a circle: "Although I don't know what old grievances you two have, but after all, you are Princess Rukawa, and it is always incompatible if you don't say hello." Etiquette, and...in the matter of welcoming and sending off the heavenly officials, the Wu clan paid off their wives and lost their soldiers in order to facilitate the big event, although His Majesty personally...but..."

"Call me when you arrive in Qingzhou."

Before Shen Yike finished speaking, he was interrupted. Looking at someone who folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times. As expected... after drinking the antidote, he was full of energy, and his voice was five minutes out of breath, but he couldn't help it. Shoulder said: "Hey, eh, ok, call you call you."

(End of this chapter)