Wish Junshou and Tianqi

In the warm room, the smoke from the incense burner was lingering. After treating Song Yanqing's wound and changing the medicine, the doctors also carried the medicine box and retreated. The mess in the room was cleaned up just now.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire, and Chu Shou sat in front of the bed.

She looked down at Song Yanqing, her broken hair hanging on her neck and shoulders, and the dim candlelight enveloped her whole body, coating her with a layer of tenderness.

Song Yanqing fell asleep peacefully, her brows stretched out, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling. He had a bad life in the first half of his life, which was hateful, and he was born with a smiling face.

Looking at Song Yanqing's trembling eyelashes, Chu Shou raised her hand and put it down again. The distance from fingertips touching the soft quilt was very close, but it made her hesitate a few times.

On the day when Han Yuan and Song Yanqing parted, she had brought medicinal herbs to dry, but she didn't expect her eyes to darken, so she fell straight over, and because of this, she couldn't say goodbye to him in person.

When they said goodbye, Song Yanqing poured three bowls of Huan Shen San for herself, he didn't want to see her, she thought it was because she didn't say goodbye to him, he was making a fuss.

But she was naturally careful, and the disgust in Song Yanqing's eyes was nakedly seen by Chu Shou, who couldn't figure it out, and was wronged for a long time.

Chu Shou thought about it, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, but the hand that was about to lift the quilt was still in mid-air.

She watched Song Yanqing roll his eyelids, muttering something in his mouth, and then gradually calmed down, Chu Shou let go of his constricted heart, and reached out to smooth his slightly frowning brows.

Suppressing the tears brewing from nowhere, she stroked his side face with her hand, and said softly in a slightly intimate tone that only the two of them could hear clearly: "I really..."

"Did it really hurt you?"

Chu Shou's certainty when facing Mu Huashu collapsed when he saw Song Yanqing sleeping on the bed, so that she didn't know who the person who shot the arrow into his heart on that rainy night was... Not her?
Could it be that she has been ill for so long that even she has forgotten, after Zao Wou-ki rescued her from the sick bed, she has indeed forgotten a lot.

But if it was really her who hurt Song Yanqing, she would only become more terminally ill if she fought for a broken body...

Thinking about it, Chu Shou couldn't help laughing, she was never sure of herself, but her heart, her heart for Song Yan.

Without thinking about it, Chu Shou lifted the quilt covering Song Yanqing's body. The wound on the shoulder had been bandaged completely, leaving only the faint color of the Chinese medicine.

It was not bandaged, near his heart, there was a scar that had not faded, the color was still the most obvious, and there were other small scars spreading around, which looked a bit hideous.

Chu Shou pursed her lips, raised her hand to touch it lightly, her fingers were cool, but the scar carried his body temperature, Song Yanqing moved her body uncomfortably as if stressed, and even grasped Chu Shou with her right hand precisely. Shou's wrist, frowned slightly, and opened his eyes.

The phantom in Song Yanqing's eyes gradually became clear, he tried to open his eyes, and the eyes of the two met together tacitly.

It wasn't until he saw the person next to the bed clearly that his vigilant eyes relaxed, and he relaxed his grip on Chu Shou's wrist, but he never let go.

He opened and closed his lips a few times, looked closely at Chu Shou, and then said, "Are you okay..."

Seeing that there were still tears in the corners of Chu Shou's eyes, he pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, and comforted, "Don't cry."

Chu Shou chuckled, raised his head and tried to hold back his tears, raised his hand indiscriminately to wipe his eyes, and replied softly, "I'm not crying, why are you crying?"

Song Yanqing saw most of his body was exposed in the corner of his eye, and recalled the tactile sensation when he was awakened, and his heart panicked.

He was afraid that Chu Shou would notice the scar on his heart, so he raised his hand to grab the corner of the quilt with difficulty, but he pulled the wound again, grunted in pain, and frowned.

Seeing this, Chu Shou immediately raised her hand. The wound on her palm had just been treated by the doctor again. Ointment was applied to the cut, and some scabs had already formed on some places, and a thin gauze was wrapped around both hands.

Although it's ugly now, at least it doesn't need to be wrapped in that ugly thick gauze, and it can't move when it's mixed together.

She helped Song Yanqing cover the quilt, leaned forward and tucked it carefully, and sat down gracefully.

The two were speechless for a while, and neither of them knew where to ask. Then Chu Shou raised his eyes, looked at him fixedly, and said: "You are injured, so I shouldn't delay with you, but I have something to say. , I have to say it, I couldn't figure it out before, I thought you were angry that I didn't say goodbye to you, I didn't fulfill the promise to celebrate my birthday with you, that's why you were so indifferent to me..."

Song Yanqing moved his throat, lowered his eyes, and couldn't bear to look at her anymore. Seeing him turn his face sideways, Chu Shou frowned slightly, stretched out his hands, held his face straight, and said, "Don't run away, what did we say before?" Of...although it has been a long time, you must not forget it."

The two of them used to live together in Hanyuan. They were young people, they would fight a little, and it often happened that you ignored me and I ignored you. So, the two "tacitly" set a rule, that is, If there is a misunderstanding, you must make it clear in time, otherwise, in the cold garden of Nuoda, the two of you would have been deserted enough, and if you fought to ignore each other, it would be so uncomfortable...

Song Yanqing frowned, nodded reluctantly, and muttered: "You still have injuries on your hands..."

Chu Shou withdrew his hands holding his face, shook them in pain, stared straight at him, then looked at the position of his heart, raised his hand and pressed it tightly across the quilt.

Song Yanqing's heart was beating vigorously. He couldn't stand it and reached out to pull Chu Shou's hand away, but she stopped him.

"I don't ask you, so you don't plan to tell me?"

Song Yanting listened to what she meant, and felt a little annoyed. Who is talking too much?

But still insisted: "Say what?"

Chu Shou frowned, and patted that spot lightly, "Here! I also want to know the scar below...whether I did it or not."

Song Yanqing's eyes flashed a trace of sadness, and his eyelashes drooped, making it difficult for people to see the color in his eyes.

Chu Shou saw that his mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't intend to speak, and then asked: "If I say that I didn't do this, would you believe it?"

Before the words fell, Song Yanqing raised his eyes, looked at her fixedly and said:

"letter."

Chu Shou's eyes flickered under his stare, he turned his head stiffly, and said, "Why are you still so stupid?"

At that time, Song Yanqing went into the mountains to celebrate Chu Shou's birthday, and found her the magnolia handle that she had dreamed of for a long time, but unfortunately... she couldn't deliver it to Chu Shou herself.

Chu Shou lowered his eyes and said firmly: "Don't worry, I will definitely catch that person, not to avenge you, but to prove my innocence."

Then she muttered again: "I just said why everyone sneered at me when I entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate..."

"En." Song Yanqing responded in a low voice.

"Oh, yes..."

Chu Shou stretched his hand into his neck, hooked the string around his neck with his remaining unwounded thumb, and pulled out a round black wood lump, "I picked this up at the gate of Hanyuan." , Alas, I don’t know who sent it, I’m so pitiful.”

Because of the neck injury, she took off the sling with difficulty. The shell of the magnolia stalk seeds was hard. Except for the few used for refining medicine, she specially left one, pierced a hole, and made it into a pendant.

"Poor death."

She looked at Song Yanqing, her eyes were filled with distress, and she repeated it to him, "Poor thing..."

Chu Shou stuffed the magnolia handle seed into Song Yanqing's hand, and the pendant was still warm.

Song Yanqing nodded, accepted it happily with a smile, held it tightly in his palm, imitating Chu Shou and said: "Poor thing."

He tried to grasp the little residual warmth, but there was no way, no matter how warm the water was, it would turn cold. After listening to Chu Shou's greetings and blowing out the candle beside the bed, he looked at Chu Shou's thin body. He always felt that something between them floated away with this confession...

He gradually lost his mind, put the magnolia handle on his heart, and murmured: Qingqing... why don't you ask me if it hurts.

Chu Shou walked out of the room quickly, and closed the door gently again, her figure froze there, holding on to the door frame, her originally bright face gradually became stiff, she put away her smile, and with her bowed head, only Eyes full of bitterness.

Are you clear?Maybe not.

Song Yanqing really hasn't changed at all, she is very stupid, she believes whatever she says...

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He stayed in Fuzhou for a few days, and by the way, he also waited for the arrival of the envoy You Yan, and listened to their report that something happened on the road, and he would delay for a while, so he came a bit late.

Most of Chu Shou's injuries have healed, they are all flesh wounds, and with the good ointment applied, it is naturally not a problem.

During this period, Chu Shou never went to see Song Yanqing again. I heard that he hurriedly went to interrogate Li Xin who was arrested the next day with his injuries. Although his blood was hard to coagulate, he recovered with the right medicine. Get up faster than others.

It's just that as the censor of the capital, he is busy all day long, so he may not recover well.

In the past few days, Luo Qi often came to see Chu Shou, but he didn't have to say a few words, he just focused on playing chess.

Chu Shou felt that it wasn't that he liked to play chess with him, but that the soldiers and guards were not allowed to approach the princess' bedroom.

He is the proton of You Yan, and he is guarded by soldiers wherever he goes. With Chu Shou, he is more at ease and doesn't have to be restrained by them.

The two of them leaned against the window pavilion, the small round window was like a picture frame, framing the scenery of flowers, plants, trees, insects, birds and rocks outside the house, playing chess and drinking tea, it was very pleasant.

"Alas! Losing again, boring, very boring."

Luo Qi pushed the chess pieces on the flag board into disorder, sat on the ground with his palms facing back, and complained loudly.

Chu Shou took a breath, picked up the teacup beside his hand, and looked out of the window from a distance.

Attracted by Chu Shou's gaze, Luo Qi leaned close to Chu Shou and looked out together, looking left and right, but there was nothing to see, and said indifferently: "Most of the scenery in the mansion is imitated in the palace, the difference is not bad, the vulgar very."

Chu Shou didn't look back, let his eyes go blank, and asked, "Has Your Highness lived in the palace before?"

Luo Qi picked up a chess piece casually, played with it in his hands, frowned and replied: "After living for a few months, he was adopted to Prince Xing's Mansion."

"King Xing is cruel, His Highness must have suffered a lot."

After hearing this, Luo Qi's expression became elusive and solemn, he clenched the chess pieces tightly, then smiled slightly, and said to Chu Shou: "I entrust the princess with auspicious words, although there are twists and turns, they often turn bad luck into good luck, and disasters turn into good luck." .”

Chu Shou lowered her eyes and raised her lips to smile, what Luo Qi said reminded her that when she left the capital five years ago, she met a man outside the city.

At that time, she was waiting for the old general to come to see him off, and set up a divination booth at the gate of the city. An old woman and a young man came to see her. After asking about the fortune, she said this sentence: " Although there are twists and turns in the road ahead, it is often possible to turn bad luck into good luck, and to turn bad luck into good fortune.”

She clearly remembered the hexagram that time, although it was not good, it had great stamina.

It's just... Chu Shou soon forgot about the person who asked her for divination, but at that time, she didn't know that it was the proton sent by You Yan.

"Why do you want to send an umbrella?"

Chu Shou raised doubts and puzzled why there were two green bamboo bone umbrellas.

Luo Qi smiled helplessly, raised his head, and fell into the previous memories: "The princess may have forgotten that it was raining that day, so you gave me an umbrella so that I would not be so embarrassed when I entered the capital. .”

"To tell you the truth, I was able to hold on in a foreign country, and I was able to hold on, thanks to your hexagram. Every bad luck turned into good fortune, and disaster turned into good luck. You have been with me for five years... Sending two umbrellas should be Not too much, right?"

Chu Shou nodded and said with a smile, "Not too much, naturally not too much."

I secretly thought in my heart, what happened to the two umbrellas, that is what I deserve for my good deeds!

"However... what makes me most curious is how do you know that the one pushing His Majesty's high platform is a woman with plain silver rings?"

Chu Shou asked seriously. After all, when he received the first umbrella, he found a small note in the interlayer, and the direction of the note was very obvious.

Luo Qi hesitated for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes became indifferent, and he replied: "If you know it, you know it, if you don't know it, you don't know it, I combined various versions of rumors, guess, can't you?"

Chu Shou nodded, and would not force the question if he didn't want to say it, and then started another topic: "Then what do you think of Wei Qingxuan, the magistrate of Qingzhou?"

After all, she turned her eyes to look at him fixedly, waiting for his answer.

Luo Qi stroked his chin and thought about it, and then laughed out loud, "Wei Qingxuan must have two brushes to be able to become a magistrate at this age, and he can stand firm. He only looks warm and moist on the surface, but not necessarily the same on the inside. , What did the princess find?"

Chu Shou turned his head to look at him, took the flying smile and said, "Well, I did find a lot of things, but I have to wait until the envoy You Yan arrives before I can do it thoroughly."

Luo Qi didn't answer any more, but his face was calm, but his heart was beating a little. What did Chu Shou want to do with these inexplicable reactions?
He also didn't know... what kind of medicine was sold in Chu Shou's gourd.