Crown Jewels

Chapter 156

The boy's eyes showed some confusion, and his eyes moved up and down along the pendant.

The heavy costumes are like invisible shackles, which make people breathless.

The woman's wrist supported the maidservant beside her, and in the gap between her two hands, Gu Baozhu's hand was pressed out with white marks.

In other words... almost half of her body weight was supported by the maid beside her.

Subconsciously aware of something wrong, Song Yan moved his eyes down, and saw that the woman's legs under the costume were heavy, and the embroidered shoes were still dangling with pearls, but she seemed to have lost her usual dexterity, and her steps were extremely slow as if filled with lead. .

The suona in the ear is shaking, and the eyes are red and beaming.

This scene makes people subconsciously ignore the true state of today's real protagonist, the hijabed Princess Nanping.

Song Yan stood behind, watching Gu Baozhu, who was dressed happily, cross the threshold, but even though he supported Shan Yao's wrist, he still staggered for a moment.

The boy frowned, and then stepped across the threshold.

The moment he walked out of Prince Gong's mansion, Gu Baozhu seemed to have paused in Song Yan's sight.

She raised her hand slowly, and gently raised the corner of her hijab, as if sensing something, she looked towards the corner of the street opposite Yonglefang.

Gu Baozhu's face was radiant, and the startled glance when the hijab was lifted caused the surrounding people to exclaim.

In an instant, Gu Baozhu's hijab fell down again, covering most of her face.

Her body stopped staying in place, and she began to walk forward according to the previous pace.

Following the direction of Gu Baozhu's line of sight, Song Yan looked towards the corner of the opposite street as if verifying it.

On the opposite street corner, the young man was sitting slumped on the ground, biting open the red wine seal with his teeth, holding the wine jar in his right hand, stalking himself drunk.

Song Yan gritted his teeth for his slump in the dream, and he glanced at Gu Baozhu who had pulled away some distance, and resolutely got up and chased after him.

Walking out of Prince Gong's Mansion, Gu Baozhu, surrounded by everyone, walked along Yongle Square to the wedding sedan chair that had been prepared.

The woman supported Yam's wrist, and stepped on the stool with her embroidered shoes.

But the dizzying sunlight seemed too dazzling, and the figure of the woman who stepped on the wedding sedan chair with half of her foot swayed slightly.

The red hijab was raised slightly, revealing her looming lower jaw, which formed a smooth and tight arc in the sun.

When Song Yan's outstretched hand wanted to hold Gu Baozhu's wrist again under the sun, it passed through like air again.

The boy was irritable and drooped his eyelids, his eyes were pale and powerless.

The suona sounded again, and Gu Baozhu had already entered the wedding sedan chair.

Eight big men raised the wooden mast, causing the wedding sedan to shake slightly.

The corner of the flying curtain was lifted by the wind, revealing the familiar figure of the woman.

The wedding sedan chair swayed all the way out of the south gate of Lin'an City.

In the dream, the young man who had been following his relatives off, finally poured the last bowl of wine at the back of the team, and his figure remained in Lin'an City completely.

Song Yan looked back at himself, feeling sour in his heart.

He clearly knew that he was in a dream now, but he didn't know when it would end.

He didn't feel bored, and just followed the frequency of the wedding sedan, walking forward step by step.

……

The ripples of the dream roll slightly, reflecting back to reality.

Candlelight shone on the side of the bed, Gu Baozhu was pillowed on the brocade quilt, her eyelashes trembling slightly uneasily.

The sound of rain outside continued, as if it would continue like this for days and nights without end.

The air in the room was stuffy and stuffy, Gu Baozhu pressed his temples but still didn't feel relieved.

Fearing that Song Yan would catch a cold, she didn't dare to open the window, so she got up alone, pushed the door to the living room and leaned against the door frame.

There were raindrops falling along the ridge of the green house, and the cool wind swept into the lungs, Gu Baozhu felt a little better from the suffocation in his heart.

A click sounded, attracting attention in the empty hall.

Gu Baozhu turned her head, and saw Qian Wuzuo supporting his waist with one hand, and using the other hand to take something out of the coffin with iron clips.

Qian Wuzuo put the things he took out into a square white cloth, and the square tool box on the round table also made noises because of his actions.

Qian Wuzuo had just finished sampling, wanted to sit down and take a breather, and handed over a porcelain cup in front of him.

There was residual heat in the porcelain cup, and he could still smell the clear fragrance of rice inside, which made his empty taste buds start clamoring.

Looking up at Gu Baozhu, Qian Wuzuo nodded and thanked her before taking the porcelain cup.

There are quite a few people who work at night in this business. In order to preserve the corpses, they are often kept in dark and dark secret rooms. If they are really busy at night, they will really exhaust their old bones to death.

At this moment, there is nothing more comforting than handing yourself a bowl of hot porridge.

The porcelain spoon was stirred, and Qian Wuzuo didn't show any politeness, and took two mouthfuls with the spoon full.

He sighed until he felt the emptiness in his stomach go away.

Pazi simply wiped the corners of his mouth, and Qian Wuzuo automatically explained to Gu Baozhu what worried her.

"Girl don't worry—"

"Right now, Mr. Qian has briefly inspected the corpses in the coffin, and the samples that should be collected have been completed."

"If you give Qian some two days at most, you can talk to the girl about the basic condition of the person inside, so you can live up to the girl's trust."

After hearing Qian Wuzuo's words, Gu Baozhu didn't know whether it was regret or relief.

Her hand holding the hem of the skirt is slightly loose, and it will take two more days.

After all, she might still be unable to accept it. If the person in the coffin was really her father, Gu Ye...

"girl--"

Qian Wuzuo scooped up the rice porridge in the porcelain cup, raised his hand to pick up the toolbox, and prepared to work.

When he was about to say hello to Gu Baozhu, he saw a wry smile on the corner of the woman's lips, with a forced expression on her face.

Seeing Gu Baozhu come back to her senses, although Qian Wuzuo didn't know what she was worried about, he comforted her seriously from his perspective.

"Girl, although a dead person cannot be brought back to life, I have been in this business for so long, and I understand some truths."

"The biggest thing after this person's death is to be able to distinguish his identity and take him back to the ancestral grave to be worshiped by the descendants of blood."

"If you can receive incense from your children and juniors during the festival, you will have no regrets after death."

Qian Wuzuo was not sure whether Gu Baozhu listened to his comfort.

But time is short and there is no time to waste.

He briefly motioned to Gu Baozhu, then found a room by himself, and went to check it with his toolbox.

The whole room was empty in an instant, and only the coffin and inner body were parked in the hall, and Gu Baozhu who was sitting in front of the stone table in a daze.

Just when she was at a loss, Qian Yan's surprised voice suddenly came from the rain curtain.

"Girl, girl—"

Seeing Gu Baozhu happened to be in the hall, Qian Yan shook the rain from his body.

He was pleasantly surprised and handed her the prescription written in black and white in his hand, but he couldn't see the instigation.

"You are indeed here! Hurry up! Get me a new cloak for your master, the rain outside will turn you into chaff."

Qian Yan's tone returned to ease, and he was willing to take the time to joke with her.

Gu Baozhu glanced at Fang Zi who was thrown on the round table, stood up suddenly and said in disbelief.

"Master—"

"Are you...the result has come out?"

Although the tone was questioning, Gu Baozhu saw that the medicine on the prescription was full of heat.

Gu Baozhu's unbelievable appearance pleased Qian Yan, who pulled the cloak she handed over and wrapped it all over her body.

The goatee, which was wet by the rain, could not be lifted at the moment.

However, all the pride in Qian Yan's eyebrows that belonged exclusively to Qian Yan still trembled from the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Isn't it! What a big deal!"

"Even if your master and I are not proficient in this way, we can easily deal with the poison on that kid."

"I said that before, but I deliberately kept a low profile."

(End of this chapter)