Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 324 There is nothing wrong with Lou Mou
There is a figure in front of the door of the wooden house. The standing figure is tall and thin, with an oil-paper umbrella in his left hand and his right hand hanging by his side. He is standing in the heavy rain. The rain is heavy and the night is very dark. , he just stood there quietly, as if he was going to merge with the rain and the night in the next moment.

I don't know how long he stood in this rain. When he turned back to the cabin behind him, his shoes and trousers were completely soaked, but he didn't care. He closed the umbrella and leaned it by the door, and walked Into the cabin.

The cabin is very simple, there is only a narrow bamboo couch for one person to lie down on and rest, there is a long table with two futons next to the long table, an oil lamp, a teapot and a teapot on the long table. There is only a small stove for warming tea, two rough pottery teacups, and nothing else.

No, there are two things on the long case, two things that seem to be exactly the same but look different in detail.

Those are two black jade tablets with the same color and luster and the same carving workmanship. The jade tablets are engraved with dragon patterns. When the two jade tablets are put together, they just fit together to form a complete dragon pattern.

This is the Dragon Moyu Token that is more important than Chuanguo Yuxi, and it is... the complete Dragon Moyu Token!

But Si Jixia didn't seem to have these two pieces of Dragon Mo Yuling in his eyes, even if they were something that many people would want to get even if they risked their lives, he just walked to the long table and slowly knelt on one of the futons Sit down, not minding the wet feet and trousers at all.

After Si Jixia sat down, he glanced at the flames that jumped suddenly on the lampstand, and then saw him lower his eyes slightly, raised his hand to caress his neck, stroked a red rope, and then folded it away from him. The underside of the skirt was slowly pulled out.

At the end of the red rope is tied a bright yellow amulet folded into a triangular shape, which Dong Nuan asked for him at the Emperor's Temple Fair. On his birthday, after she tied it with her own hands, he It was never removed again.

She wished him a safe life.

Si Jixia looked down at the amulet lying in his palm, and his eyes gradually softened. After a while, he put the amulet back into his clothes and took out a small object from his pocket.

It was a small doll, a doll that looked like a girl half the size of a hand in green clothes, and it was Ah Nuan that he sewed.

Caressing the villain Ah Nuan's cheek with his rough thumb, Si Jixia smiled involuntarily. Ah Nuan, she should have received the letter he sent her, otherwise she should be worried.

Si Jixia smiled softly. When he stroked the villain Nuan's cheek again, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his expression also suddenly became cold. He took the villain Nuan back into his arms, and the coldness slowly Said: "It's raining heavily outside, please come in."

Outside the half-open door, there is a figure of a man in a dark purple silk robe.

Si Jixia didn't turn his head, but he knew when someone was coming.

It was Lou Yuan, Lou Yuan with a slight smile but a pale complexion.

"The tea is warmed up here, would you like to have a cup, Prime Minister Right?" Si Jixia turned his head slightly and looked up at the man who was not wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat but was only holding an oiled paper umbrella so that most of his body was drenched due to the heavy rain. Lou Yuan asked with a blank expression, as if Dong Nuangu was no longer in his eyes, and everything he saw and heard was not enough to stir up waves in his eyes, not even a single wave.

"Since the young master wants to invite Lou to drink tea, how can Lou have the right to please the young master?" Lou Yuan closed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, leaned against the closed oil-paper umbrella in front of Si Jixia, flicked the sleeves and the lapel He lifted his feet and walked towards Si Jixia, but every step he took left a wet footprint on the ground, which showed how thoroughly his body and feet were soaked by the rain.

Qiu Tong, who was standing outside the house in a loose coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, saw Lou Yuan's footprints on the ground, and frowned involuntarily. There was worry on his face, but he didn't say anything, he just stepped into the low ground. With a short threshold, he leaned forward slightly to grab the doorknob hanging from rattan and straw, and pulled the door shut.

After closing the door, Qiutong sighed silently, and looked worriedly at Chunqiao who was standing aside.

"Chun Qiao, what the hell is going on, my lord? My lord loves cleanliness on weekdays to the point that I despise him. What happened to him these two days? I haven't changed a set of clothes for two days. He didn’t even take the necessary bath, and now he doesn’t mind getting his foot in the muddy water, sir, it’s very strange for the past two days!” Qiutong frowned more and more tightly as she spoke, her dark face In the night, she couldn't see Chun Qiao's pale face, so she asked, "Chun Qiao, did something really happen during the few days when I sent Eighth Miss to Dongling?"

If something hadn't happened, Master would definitely not be like this. She asked Chunqiao more than once, and every time Chunqiao said that there was nothing wrong, she just didn't believe it, "Is it really related to Rongxue!?"

Chunqiao's shoulders trembled suddenly, her face turned pale, her hands clenched into fists, and she bit her lower lip tightly, giving her a taste of fishy sweetness on the tip of her tongue.

Chunqiao's silence made Qiutong finally unable to bear it any longer. She raised her hand, found Chunqiao's shoulder in the dark, squeezed it, and said in a serious voice, "Are you really planning to hide it from me? Or Do you really intend to make Grandpa stay so weird!?"

At the end, Qiutong squeezed Chunqiao's shoulders hard, as if to squeeze the truth out of her mouth.

"I..." Chunqiao's hands trembled slightly, even her voice trembled slightly, "I did harm to you."

Qiutong's hand holding Chunqiao's shoulder suddenly trembled, her eyes widened in disbelief.

The rain was still pouring down, drowning out Chunqiao's trembling and whispered words.

In the small wooden house, the two people sitting across the long table, both sat with their pillows on their wet trouser legs, but they both had indifferent expressions, as if their hearts were so cold that they didn't care about the little one at all. It can't be a small thing, but they are still human beings with a beating heart. There are many things in this world that they can ignore if they don't want to care about them, but they are used to hiding them. Get used to the disguise, so that no one can see through the real thoughts in their hearts.

"My lord has a unique hobby. He actually likes to drink tea in this rough pottery cup." Lou Yuan looked at the rough pottery cup that Si Jixia filled with tea and handed him in front of him, and said with a smile.

"Sometimes, not necessarily exquisite things are good, not necessarily what everyone likes is good, and not necessarily what is no longer favored by others is not good." Si Jixia also noted for the rough pottery teacup in front of him. Serving the tea, he said in a calm tone that seemed to follow his heart, "My heart is on myself, and what I think is good is good. Why should I follow the crowd, and why should I care about the eyes of others and the judgment of the world."

"Young master's words are too profound. Yilou's stupid head seems to be unable to understand the profound meaning of these words." Lou Yuan smiled slightly, picked up the teacup in front of him, shook it lightly, and sipped it lightly. Take a sip of warm tea.

(End of this chapter)