Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 428 Can't even catch a woman! ? (1)
Chunqiao Qiutong was startled, and the two went to push the door at the same time.

The door was pushed open, and seeing Lou Yuan standing behind the door, and Rong Xue in his arms who was wearing Lou Yuan's clothes, they hurriedly bowed slightly and lowered their heads, saying in unison: "Master."

Lou Yuan didn't step over the threshold, but just took a look at Rongxue in his arms, then handed her to Chunqiao and Qiutong, still said in a deep voice, "Take care of her for me."

Qiu Tong hurriedly stepped forward to hug Rongxue for Lou Yuan, only to hear Lou Yuan add: "When she wakes up, don't tell her about my face change, take good care of her, don't worry about it."

"Yes, Lord, this subordinate understands." Chun Qiao didn't ask anything, just bowed slightly to Lou Yuan.

"Back off." Lou Yuan didn't ask them anything or reprimand them, but just waved at them slightly.

"Yes." Chunqiao Qiutong responded immediately, stepped back, and left with the sleeping Rongxue.

Lou Yuan still didn't step out of the threshold, just stood behind the threshold and watched Chun Qiao and Qiu Tong's figure gradually disappear from sight, and then watched Bai Fu slowly come into his sight.

"How much time is left?" Lou Yuan asked indifferently when he saw Bai Fu, neither annoyed nor angry.

"It's less than half a cup of tea time." Bai Fu also answered with a blank expression, walking towards the direction far away from the building, and said as he walked, "My lord will go to meet Xue Miaoshou in person, he will be there in a moment, you should just lie down on the bed It’s good, so as not to anger Xue Miaoshou, you will be the one who suffers, and you will also embarrass the adults.”

Lou Yuan was indifferent, only gave Bai Fu a cold look, turned around and walked back to the house without closing the door.

Outside the moon gate, someone is coming.

It was dawn, but it was raining, light rain, pattering.

In Xiangfu's study room, the lights had already been burned out, the whole study room was dark and quiet, and the dim daylight fell into the room from the open window, only illuminating a small area by the window.

There was a person sitting by the window, the dim sunlight fell on him, half light, half dark.

It's Li Hui.

I saw a black lacquered wooden box on his lap. The wood is ordinary. The wooden box is less than two feet long and only half a foot wide. The engraving is mediocre, there is no refinement at all, the whole box looks ordinary, and from the paint color, it can be seen that this wooden box is at least 15 years old.

It's just that the wooden box is still intact. Not only does it not take off a bit of paint color, but the embossed patterns on the box cover are spotless, so clean that there is always no dust accumulation in the extremely small corners. It can be seen that someone Wipe it from time to time, thinking it is an extremely important thing, otherwise it would not be treated so carefully.

At this time, Li Hui was doing this.

He was holding a cotton kerchief in his right hand, and was carefully and carefully wiping the clean little wooden box on his lap with his eyelids down. A thin bamboo stick on the window sill, wrapped the veil on the bamboo stick, and then continued to wipe the small corners that are prone to dust accumulation.

Li Hui carefully wiped the wooden box over and over again, picked it up, and carefully checked whether there was any place that was not wiped clean by the light coming in through the window. Putting down his hands, he put the wooden box back on his lap, and then put the cotton kerchief and thin bamboo sticks into a small copper box, the movements were natural, like something he did often.

After placing the small copper box on the window sill, Li Hui lightly pressed his palm to the relief of the willow-flicking spring swallow on the box, and gently stroked the two swallows flying side by side with his fingertips. With endless remorse and sadness, his movements were very gentle, his hands trembling a little, as if what he was stroking was not a wooden box, but his lover's cheek.

The outline of the relief on the box surface is extremely round, without the slightest sharpness or roughness. If it were not for someone touching and rubbing frequently, those outlines would not be so smooth. How many days and months?
Li Hui caressed the pattern on the box, and after a long time, he slowly moved his hand to the front side of the wooden box, to the middle where the lid and the box body fit together, where a small copper box was buckled. Lock.

When Li Hui moved his hand to the small brass lock, he stopped moving. He just held the small brass lock with his fingers and looked at it quietly. The brass lock was very old, so old. Without the true color of copper, the whole body is black and dull.

Looking at the brass lock, Li Hui's eyes dimmed a bit. When he put the brass lock down from his fingers, he closed his eyes lightly and leaned back on the chair.

The rainwater fell between the corrugated roofs, integrated into a stream, flowed down the grooves between the corrugated, and fell from the eaves. The rain was not so heavy that the rainwater falling from the eaves broke into beads and fell to the ground.

"Chirp Chirp—" Suddenly, there was a thin bird song outside the window, which was very familiar to my ears.

Li Hui opened his eyes, turned his head to look out the window, and saw two birds flying to the edge of the front porch, and stopped on the beam, as if they had come to rest from the rain.

Small in shape, with narrow wings, concave tail and short beak, they are two swallows.

swallow?

Li Hui looked at the two swallows resting on the beam of the front porch, lost his mind.

He forgot that the current season is the time when the swallows return.

This kind of rain, this kind of season, and the girl who rushed into his eyes through the rain curtain holding a wounded little swallow...

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in the courtyard, startling the swallows resting on the beams to rest from the rain. They flapped their narrow wings and flew into the rain curtain, out of Li Hui's sight.

He was also shocked to regain Li Hui's thoughts of walking away, and when he came back to his senses, Bai Fu's respectful voice came from outside the room: "My lord."

Li Hui raised his hand and lightly touched the center of his eyebrows, and said slowly, "Fu'er, come in."

After a while, Bai Fu came to Li Hui, saw that he was pressing the center of his brow lightly, and couldn't help but worried: "Your Excellency, are you feeling unwell?"

When Bai Fu said this, he saw the small black lacquered wooden box on Li Hui's lap, and was slightly taken aback. Li Hui was closing his eyes slightly and rubbing the center of his brows, but he didn't see the slight change in Bai Fu's expression, or... He forgot to put away the small wooden box on his lap before letting Bai Fu in. After all these years, he has never taken out this wooden box when Bai Fu was far away from the building. Put it away or hide it quickly, as if you don't want them to see it, or it's more accurate to say that you don't want anyone to see it.

(End of this chapter)