In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

The day after Tan Feng disappeared, He Lianhu and others came to look for someone. Tan Zhanshi and the eldest son Xi Jing naturally refused to let them in, so they all stopped at the door.

"Dear young masters, my second young master is indeed not at home. You should please come back."

"Then where did he go?"

"Yes, we agreed to go to the countryside to play together, but suddenly we disappeared."

"Did Tan Zhan lock him up?"

There are different opinions, and the more they are said, the more outrageous they are. There are even speculations that the Qin family and his son kidnapped Qin Er to be their son-in-law in another place.

The housekeepers, one old and the other two, lied and said, "Everyone, please go back first. My second young master has gone out to visit relatives. He will be back in two days. He will go to find you by then. Please come back, all of you, please go back."

So everyone believed it and went to play obediently.

Seeing them walking away in a crowd, the housekeeper sighed and quickly asked the guard to close the door.

On the day when the Lu family was executed, Qin Feng knelt in front of the Buddha and recited sutras all day long, until the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and all the pilgrims had left. Xiaoni hurriedly ran to tell Master Jing'an that it was Qin Feng. The second young master fainted.

"Drinking too much, staying up late, feeling depressed, leading to lack of energy and blood. If things go on like this, my iron-clad body won't be able to endure it."

Looking at Qin Feng sleeping on the couch, Jing'an ordered others to make medicine. When no one was in the room, Jing'an took off his human skin mask. Under the mask, there was an extremely pale face, with a thin layer of thin film covering his forehead. of sweat.

Soak the handkerchief, fold it into a square size, and gently wipe away the sweat.

Jing'an was in a trance for a moment, as if she saw Jingshu's appearance. She waved away the memory sadly and sighed: "You kid, since you promised Jingshu to leave, why do you want to come back? There are many dangers in this capital, and you are alone. , I don’t know how long I can last.”

Unknowingly, it was night and the medicine had not been delivered yet. Jing'an was a little anxious and thought about going to take a look.

As soon as he opened the door, an aristocratic young man in dark robes stood at the door. It looked like he had been here for a while.

Jing'an was surprised for a moment and said politely: "The young Marquis is here."

"Ah."

Brown eyes crossed Jing'an and landed on the bed, then retracted and asked: "How is she?"

Jing'an looked back and replied truthfully: "I don't have enough energy and blood, and my heart is not smooth. If I continue like this, I'm afraid I'll end up like Jing Shu."

Thinking of Jing Shu, Jing'an stopped and said with an excuse: "I'm going to see if the medicine is ready."

"it is good."

Zhao Wuling turned sideways and bowed.

After Jing'an left, Zhao Wuling walked into the room, closed the door gently, and lit the candlestick. The room suddenly became brighter. He looked around. There were no unnecessary furnishings, and there were many copied Buddhist scriptures piled on the table.

He walked to the couch and sat down, took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve, poured a pill into her mouth.

After a while, the pills melted and tasted sweet, melting on the tip of her tongue and then filling her entire mouth.

Seeing that her brows were stretched and there was another layer of sweat on her forehead, Zhao Wuling soaked the handkerchief again, wrung it out and wiped it carefully. Suddenly, the body coming sideways bumped into his hand, and her delicate skin pressed against his of fingertips.

The dim candlelight reflected the delicate and beautiful face of the woman on the couch, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her brows furrowed as if she had a nightmare, and she reached out to grab the handkerchief without letting go.

In the dream, she was fighting for weapons with a bully, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

His brown eyes were deep, and he was lost for a moment. He wanted to open her hand, but the door creaked open from the outside, his hand paused in the air, and he looked sideways.

Jing'an personally brought the medicine. Seeing this scene, she explained: "She has been like this these past few days. She always thinks her hands are not washed well and wipes them endlessly. She doesn't know how to stop even if the back of her hands is scratched."

Hearing this, Zhao Wuling gently turned over the hand holding the handkerchief, his eyes deep.

Sure enough, a big piece of skin was broken and it was dazzlingly red. I thought it was infected.

"Why don't you apply medicine?"

Jing'an couldn't say anything, and sighed again: "She refused to wipe it off, saying that the pain would keep her awake."

Bringing the medicine to the bed to feed, Zhao Wuling went straight over. Jing'an didn't know what to say, so she bent down to tidy up the hair on her forehead.

"This child, other people torture others when they take revenge. She should be happy when a big revenge is avenged. It would be better for her to torture herself in turn. Every time she kills someone, she will be depressed for a period of time. Since she can't do it, she can't do it. Why bother?" "She has no way out."

Zhao Wuling said quietly, his movements of feeding the medicine became more and more gentle.

"How come there is no way out?"

Jing'an frowned, confused: "She can go back to Jiangning. The sky is high and the sea is vast, it will eventually pass. When she left Chenxiang Temple, she was still fine, but she didn't know why..."

"Blame me."

Zhao Wuling said solemnly, the decoction he fed flowed out, he blocked it with a spoon slowly and methodically, and then wiped it gently with his fingertips.

"People with good nature have always been like this," he said.

Jing'an realized a thing or two, and then felt sad.

"If you don't take revenge, it will be painful. Revenge is also painful. No matter what she chooses, she will never have an easy time."

He smoothly smoothed her frown and said: "Not many people can be truly happy after suffering so much and facing great revenge. Even if they are, it is just a moment of empty joy. After the joy, they will be happy again." It’s an endless feeling of loss.”

What's more, she has not yet avenged her great revenge. What will be the result if that day comes?

"If she was more ruthless, half as ruthless as the one in the East Palace, she would not be lying here right now, but drinking and talking with her friends in Hualiu Lane."

"Hualiu Lane?"

"Hupper friends?"

Jing'an couldn't believe her ears, clenched her fists tightly, and looked angry.

Zhao Wuling raised his eyebrows, smiled, and advised, "When she wakes up, it won't be too late for Master Tai to be annoyed."

".Yes."

There were still some things in the front hall, so Jing'an had to deal with them first, so he said to Zhao Wuling: "The vacant rooms have been cleaned out. If the young marquis is tired, he can go and have a rest, and then go down the mountain and return to the city tomorrow."

Then his eyes fell on the person on the couch: "After taking the medicine, everything should be fine."

Zhao Wuling nodded in response.

Jing'an left with peace of mind, and silence returned to the room.

Zhao Wuling sat quietly for a long time. It wasn't until she turned over comfortably that he loosened his body. For fear that she would press her arm, he wanted to reach out to straighten it, but stopped suddenly when he was about to touch her shoulder.

He closed his hands, then put them back again. Thinking of something, he stood up and went out. After a while, he returned with a pair of ointments in his hands.

After applying medicine to the back of her hand, the symptoms of inflammation gradually subsided. His brown eyes stared deeply at her quiet profile, and his eyebrows were slightly twisted, as if he was talking to himself or to her.

"They say that disaster will last for thousands of years, so you have to live well. If you die, it will be very boring."

In the dream, the weapon was still taken away by the bully, and she was forced to the edge of the cliff. When her life was hanging by a thread, the bully suddenly threw away the weapon, turned around and left, leaving her confused.

The bully was very smart, walked dozens of steps with his head held high, and then turned his head and grinned at her: "They say that the harm will last for thousands of years, you have to live well, it will be very boring if you die!"

"Haha."

She put her hands on her hips and her laughter melted into the wind.

"Don't worry, you said it will bring disaster to the world for thousands of years, so I won't die."

"That's good."

The bully waved his hand, picked off a leaf, held it in his mouth, and walked away humming.

the next day.

Tan Feng woke up as usual, with the human skin mask placed beside the bed. He knew it was made by Master Jing'an at a glance. After washing, he put it on again, and then followed other practitioners to go to the mountain to collect spring water.

As soon as those people saw him, they asked: "I heard that you fainted yesterday, are you okay?"