Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 51

Since she confessed some secrets with Song Xueyi, and with Song Xueyi's cooperation and support, she didn't have to restrain her hands and feet when practicing kung fu making talismans. The progress was much faster than before, and she also had a better understanding of Song Xueyi's illness. .

"The source of your illness is not in your body, but in your soul!"

In the dark room, Lingjiu is groping Song Xueyi's upper body with both hands. The picture is very sweet, but the girl's serious expression is destined not to create ambiguity.

"I once had speculation about this." Song Xueyi whispered, looking at the girl from time to time, and then looking away.

Even Zhao Bizhi would be intimidated by his understanding of medicine. He knew his physical condition long ago, so there was no problem at all.Therefore, he has always been aware that there is no cure for his 'disease'.

"I can feel a man-made magical breath in your soul, but with my current strength, I can't explore it. Not only may it hurt you, but it may also scare the snake." Lingjiu said solemnly, with red cinnabar on her fingers, There was a rune drawn on Song Xueyi's chest, "I was afraid that you would be afraid before, so I never did it. This rune can protect your yang energy and prevent yin and bad luck from getting on your body."

"It's very interesting." Song Xueyi smiled.

This response is more relaxing than saying 'not afraid'.

A picture and text of vermilion appeared on Ruxue's skin. At first glance, it didn't feel ghostly, but solemn and holy.Lingjiu was satisfied with her masterpiece. The loss of spiritual power caused thin sweat to appear on her forehead, but her eyes were brighter than usual, and she looked up at Song Xueyi.

Puzzled, he discovered that the always calm and handsome young man was looking around, his eyes drifting away, a bit indistinctly distracted.

"Uh." The sudden feeling of being stabbed by Mengsha's arrow is swollen! ?

Lingjiu brushed his hand somewhere on Xuebai Yuexiong's mouth in a strange way.

"Coax!" Song Xueyi's cheeks suddenly turned red.

ha!Really shy!Lingjiu Shennaolu's first reaction was not embarrassment or shyness, but looked at Song Xueyi with a surprised attitude of discovering a new world, carefully trying to see him through.

"Song Xiaobai, do you feel it?"

Song Xueyi: "..."

Lingjiu exclaimed, "You're only thirteen... no, you're fourteen years old." Then she suddenly realized, "This age is really good."

Song Xueyi: "..."

Lingjiu didn't notice Song Xueyi's entanglement, she turned around calmly to get the medicine box and bandages, and after putting new medicine on Song Xueyi's wound, she said to him earnestly with a serious expression: "Song Xiaobai, it's too early It's not good to do that kind of thing, you can't be dominated by your lower body or half body!"

Song Xueyi: "..."

I always felt that the boy's cheeks seemed to be redder, and even his ears were burning, and his eyes seemed helpless or something else.Lingjiu self-examines, is it because his words are too direct, how can the other party be an ancient person, and he is not very old...

"Song Xiaobai." Lingjiu tilted her head, and warned him of the seriousness of the matter with a pure expression and a coaxing tone, "If you become stone skin too early, you will not grow tall!"

Snapped.

Song Xueyi finally made a move, hugged the girl into her arms a little rudely, lowered her head and took a bite of the girl's full red mouth, then turned her head, "What are you teaching Qing!"

Song Xueyi must be in the Song family and Qingyun College, the girl has never been exposed to these, so the only one who let the girl know about this is the Qing family.

The Qing family was also shot while lying down like this, and was charged by Song Xueyi.

Lingjiu froze for a moment, licked her lips, and then smiled, "Song Xiaobai, you look so cute when you become angry from embarrassment."

She pretended to be Song Xueyi's kiss, which was a manifestation of anger from embarrassment.

Song Xueyi lowered her eyes and quietly glanced at the girl, her mood was a little delicate, she seemed a little happy and a little...disappointed?Sentimental and strange emotions spread in his heart, and he didn't try to stop it.

No one knows how far this emotion will grow unscrupulously in the end, and what it will look like.

Today, Lingjiu and Song Xueyi got up early, dressed in light-colored clothes, boarded a carriage and went to Qing's house, accompanied by other members of the Song family.

Getting off the carriage, Lingjiu looked at the gate of Qing's house, remembering that she came out of Qing's house on the first day she came to this world, and she hasn't seen this place with her own eyes for nearly half a year now.

Who would have thought that the first time they met, it would be a miserable scene of white silk hanging and white lanterns swaying in the wind?
Led by the servants of the Qing family, Lingjiu and Song Xueyi came to the mourning hall in the courtyard of the Qing family.

Just after Jiang Wumei finished the incense and came back, Jiang Liye looked at him with a haggard face, "Que'er liked her brother Wumei the most before his death, woo... How about spending time with my aunt?"

Jiang Wumei's expression was indifferent, she nodded slightly, and when she turned her head, she saw Lingjiu and Song Xueyi who had walked in, and their footsteps, which were about to leave directly, stopped.

Accompanied by the voice of the servants signing up, Lingjiu and Song Xueyi stepped forward together and offered incense to Qing Lingque.

No one noticed that the incense of the two of them flickered, it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time, and it burned faster than usual.

Lingjiu's eyes flashed, and she glanced lightly at Qing Lingque's coffin, and inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner.Then he turned around and walked towards Qing Hanlin who was at the side, raised his head and showed a fair and fresh face, "Master Qing, you can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad."

The girl's soft and pure voice made one's heart soften, and Qing Hanlin felt for a moment that this daughter seemed much more pleasing to the eye than before.

"Be good." He reached out to pat the girl on the head.

Lingjiu tilted her head to avoid it, and showed him a pure and innocent smile, "If you are sad because of this little thing, and you encounter more tragic things in the future, you can't bear the blow, what should you do if you die."

The smile on Qing Hanlin's face was distorted into a hideous one.

Among the people in the mourning hall, some were confused, some were enlightened, and some were unmoved.

"Master Qing, I read a saying in a book that good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. Master Qing only had two daughters, a child with the same name as me died unexpectedly, and Qing Lingque died again within half a year... ..." Lingjiu looked at Qing Hanlin with a troubled face, and after a long time of deliberation, Tong Yanwuji sighed, "It's pitiful to be your daughter."

"You unfilial daughter!" Qing Hanlin was furious and waved to hit her.

This time Lingjiu dodged in time, and on the way back to Song Xueyi flexibly, looking back left Qing Hanlin with a cold and strange look.

After Qing Hanlin saw it, he inexplicably felt his heart shudder.

"Xiayan." Song Xueyi bent over and pulled the 'frightened' girl into her arms, "Give me the gift."

Xiayan sent a porcelain vase to Qing Hanlin with a blank expression.

"This is?" Qing Hanlin was still angry, and did not reject the gift that Xiayan handed over, wondering in his heart: what is the rule for giving gifts when offering sacrifices to spirits?
(End of this chapter)