My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 12 Decayed Jade
The cinnabar and osmanthus branches are luxuriant, and the light passes through the whirling shadows and is reflected on the half-open wooden window of the west wing. The beauty in the room is frail and pale, making people pitiful.

Song Ci stared blankly at the bed curtain, and couldn't tell whether he was in heaven or hell for a moment, and his body didn't hurt much anymore.

When the serving maid came in with the medicine bowl, she saw her eyes open.

"Bada—" smashed to the ground, and shouted out in surprise and joy: "Wake up, wake up! The girl is awake, report to the young master."

"Miss is awake, it has been four days since Miss Qingtang brought her back." The maid stepped forward and helped her tuck the corner of the quilt.

Song Ci looked at the round face of the maidservant in front of him, feeling a little dazed, and wanted to ask, but couldn't make a sound, it was hoarse, dry and unpleasant.

The maid hurriedly poured her a glass of water: "Young lady is just recovering from a serious illness, it's not suitable for drinking tea, drink slowly."

"I'm not dead." The tone of the inquiry was confirmed by her, her dry lips were reddened by the warm water, and her voice was hoarse.

"Bah, bah, thanks to the young master's help, the girl is blessed and blessed." The maidservant bowed with her palms together and said with a smile.

"Oh, I don't care about Hongfu Qitian, I don't care about it!" A tear rolled down the corner of her eye, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her family and her clan were all dead, and her father was stabbed through the body in front of her. The necks of everyone familiar in the mansion were wiped. The servant girl who grew up with her disguised herself as her and drowned in the river of blood. There was not a single complete body found in the whole mansion.

Leaving her alone, without her relatives, friends, or brothers and sisters in this world, even if she survived, so what.

The maid frowned and said puzzledly: "You girl is so strange. What's the point of asking for death? It's hard to live. You just don't care about life because it's so easy to get. I live in Yunzhou, and my father, brother, relatives and friends all died in Rong Di Tulu, my mother and sister were also kidnapped by those beasts, I was rescued by luck, and I vowed to live a good life."

Song Ci raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful maidservant in front of him.

"The head of the family fought on the frontier, garrisoned the pass, and killed thousands of barbarians in his life. Only when I am alive can I see the barbarians retreat steadily."

"Patriarch?" Song Ci had a guess in his heart, thinking of the lonely and cold phoenix eyes that came into his eyes before the haze, and the pill that forced her to swallow with force.

"Yes, the head of the family guards Yanmen Pass and only keeps the female young master in the capital. Fortunately, the eldest young master is allowed every year..."

The maid was chanting endlessly, but Song Ci couldn't hear anything, she was just holding the teacup, her fingertips began to turn white, she still couldn't think of why the Dragon Blood and Phoenix Martial Lord Wu An saved her, if Song Shi was still there, There are traces to follow, but now she is only a dangerous building, and it collapsed in an instant, so there is really no profit.

In a daze, there was a graceful figure behind the bamboo curtain, when she looked up, the man turned his head and opened the curtain and stepped into the inner room, it was Wei Wan who got the news from the main room.

Song Ci's eyes widened, and he was about to stand up, but was blocked by Wei Wan: "I hope Lord Wu An will forgive me for being impolite."

Wei Wan's phoenix eyes glanced at the porcelain bowl of medicine that Wei Wan offered again from the hand of the maidservant at the side, and the latter smiled and bowed and stepped back, gently closing the wooden door for the two of them.

Her red finger hooked the porcelain spoon, and gently stirred the brown medicinal liquid. The hot steam moistened her long eyelashes that looked like cicada wings, and she blew slightly, and then passed the medicinal liquid to her lips.

Song Ci's face turned pale, and he hurriedly reached out to take the porcelain bowl, and murmured: "Mr. Wu An, how dare you bother me, I'll do it myself."

"Huh?" Her tone was slightly raised, her lips raised, "You don't have to feel panic, and you don't have to be afraid."

Seeing her trembling hand about to touch the porcelain bowl, Wei Wan laughed lightly, and instead of fighting with her, she placed the medicine bowl firmly in her palm. After all, she didn't have the habit of giving medicine to people, but It's for a simple show of intimacy.

"You must want to know why I saved you." Wei Wan got up and washed his hands with the copper basin sitting on the lion stand beside him, "Now the court is divided into two parties, your father Song Huai belongs to the Marquis of Yunyang One faction, the opposing Zuoshi faction belongs to the royalist party. Although it has never made any serious mistakes that harm the nature and justice, it is true that it has participated in party disputes. The Marquis of Yunyang once promised that your father would give the Song family the corresponding protection, but it is getting angry Empress Wang Zong pushed your father out as the first bird, leading to the destruction of the entire Song family, but it is expected to feel wronged and wronged."

In her previous life, she couldn't escape either, when Wei Wan didn't help her, and she didn't know what happened to Song Ci in the future.

The clues she can grasp are like embroidery thread, chaotic and subtle, making it hard to search.

"Your tenacity is a plastic talent, and it can also be understood as I have a plan for you," she put her finger on the back of her waist, and she was in an outstanding posture. The water dripped across her palm and fell to the ground along her fingers. , "Use it for me, I will seek revenge for you, how about it?"

Song Ci put the medicine bowl aside, lifted the brocade quilt, knelt down with difficulty, and made a great gift: "Durned jade is hard to carve, thanks to Lord Wu'an for not abandoning it, Song Ci wishes to be the rotten jade, please cut it."
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Wei Wan stepped over the threshold, and met Qing Zhui's eyes that hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?" asked while walking towards the main house.

"Young Master Si Zhou went to the courtyard next to Jiujiang Prince's Mansion, and before leaving, he said..." Qing Zhui raised his eyes and stared at her face, thinking of the word "granddaughter", he couldn't help pursing his lips tightly.

Wei Wan frowned, stopped, and looked back at her abruptly, with a cold expression: "What nonsense did he say?"

"Young Master Sizhou said that he originally lived under someone else's roof and did not want to be extravagant. He thought that he could just find a side house in Fuyun Pavilion and devote himself to his life. However, there were many foreign daughters coming and going in the young master's yard, which would tarnish his... reputation. When he fell, the young master had reason to abandon him..."

Qing Zhui raised his head cautiously, glanced at his livid complexion, and shut his mouth in time.

"This evildoer!"

"With his dull look, the girls in my courtyard wouldn't be so hungry."

Very good, purple.

"Damn fox, it's really shameless to hold on to that skin!"

Well, it's dark.

Qing Zhui looked at the slender figure of his young master who came out of the door with a gun, his mind flickered, and then he thought of something, his right hand clenched his fist and smashed into the palm of his left hand, and said secretly: "Oops!"

When Wei Wan came over with a red-tasseled spear, he saw Rong Xian sitting in the courtyard with his legs crossed, holding a teacup in one hand, and fiddling with the porcelain lid with the other, while ordering the servants in the mansion to clean the courtyard and move things.

It's just that the soft couch with carved luan patterns and flowers sitting under him, the black lacquer mother-of-pearl table in the boy's hand, and the crabapple tea set in his hand looked familiar.

Wei Wan stepped over with the gun in hand, and before he could speak, he saw his fox eyes sweeping towards him, with malicious intentions: "Yo, it's only a stick of incense, so you want to be a servant?"

"Sir, can you tell me, where did the soft couch with carved luan patterns under you come from?" The phoenix eyes shone with a cold light, and the light was soaked with flames.

　Yunzhou is one of the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun.

　　Deep coma can cause fake death, so Song Ci's is also logical.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)