Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 593
"Are you turning a corner and calling me a tigress?" Dong Nuan raised his eyebrows.

"Don't dare, my lady is gentler than the spring breeze." Si Jixia said hastily.

"I don't believe it." Dong Nuan suppressed a smile and snorted softly.

"What's the matter with just trusting me once, my lady?" Si Jixia smiled so that the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

Dong Nuan didn't answer the conversation, and Si Jixia didn't speak any more.

Suddenly, the two laughed at the same time, and laughed out loud.

Dongnuan then gently twisted Si Jixia's ears, and asked with a smile: "Silly wood, who did you learn from?"

"Learned from Ah Nuan." Si Jixia smiled and showed his neat and white teeth.

"Peace." Dong Nuan smiled and hugged Si Jixia's neck tightly.

"Well, I'm here."

"Safe and safe!" Dong Nuan hugged Si Jixia's neck even tighter.

"Well, I'm here, I'm here." Si Jixia didn't ask anything, but smiled softly in response to Dong Nuan's story.

"I like you like you like you like you!" Dong Nuangu suddenly looked like a little doll who got snacks. What an extremely happy thing made her so excited all of a sudden.

Si Jixia still smiled softly, lowered his head, touched the backs of Dong Nuan's hands around his neck with his lips, and said softly: "I like Ah Nuan too, very much."

Dong Nuan tightened Si Jixia's neck, but Si Jixia didn't care at all, and his steps became more brisk.

They were happy in their hearts, talking and laughing, but they didn't find the distant sky, there were dark clouds slowly moving towards Yuncheng.

Because Si Jixia carried the winter warmer on his back, his pace was no longer slow, because it was not too early, if it was not faster, they might not be able to go down the mountain after dark.

The climate on the mountain may change at any time, it is fine during the day, but it may be even more uncertain once night falls.

It is not difficult to find the Cliff of Duanqing, but it is not too easy to find. Fortunately, someone from the Xiangfu has pointed out the location to Si Jixia in detail. After half an hour, Si Jixia and Dong Nuan finally arrived at the Cliff of Duanqing .

This cliff is not low, but compared with the mountains in Nanshu Kingdom, it is already very high, because the cliff is already shrouded in clouds and mists. If it is not high, how can there be clouds and mists?
Weeds are overgrown on the cliff, but there is a black bamboo that grows extremely well, and there are two tombs, which are already covered with weeds.

Although almost everyone knows the story of Duanqingya in Yuncheng, but the people who will come here, except for Li Hui, no one will come here. It can be seen from the crazy growth of weeds here, if people often come here, How could it be such a scene.

It's just because although Luwu's name is beautiful, her story is not beautiful, because she is full of hatred, and her beloved is tied tightly to her body, and she is forced to jump off the cliff with her.

There were even rumors in Yuncheng that there seemed to be remnants of Lu Wu and the ghosts of her beloved on the cliff. When the night was quiet, they could still hear their shrill and terrifying cries when they jumped off the cliff.

So how many people dare to come to such a place?
But rumors are rumors after all, even if there are not many people in this world who don't believe in the theory of gods and ghosts, there should be three or two people, and Li Hui is one of these people.

Perhaps it was also because the story of Luwu was so sad that Li Hui erected these two graves here. It seemed that this was the most suitable place for Yansu and Duan Wanying.

Before Si Jixia reached the cliff, he saw the two tombs on the cliff from a distance, as well as Dong Nuangu on his back.

Dong Nuangu patted Si Jixia's shoulder lightly, and Si Jixia gently put her down.

After Si Jixia put Dong Nuan Gu down, Dong Nuan Gu held his hand and found that his hand was very cold and trembling slightly, so Dong Nuan Gu held his hand tightly, Pulling his hand, said softly to him: "Let's go."

"Okay." Si Jixia nodded slightly, and took a step forward.

However, his footsteps were no longer brisk, but rather heavy and slow.

He thought he could ignore it, but now that he came here, he realized that he was not as relaxed as he thought.

His steps were extremely slow.

Dong Nuan didn't rush him, but just held his hand and slowly walked forward with him.

There is a tombstone in front of the grave, the wooden tombstone has been eroded by wind and rain for countless suns and moons, the tombstone has decayed, and the inscription on the back is also blurred, obviously Li Hui did not change the tombstone for him.

Although the handwriting on the tombstone has been blurred, it is still possible to discern what words are engraved on it. One is "Tomb of Wanying" and the other is "Tomb of Yansu".

Si Jixia stood in front of the two graves, staring at the tombstones in front of the graves for a long time, then put down the burden on his shoulders, and at the same time slowly squatted down.

Dong Nuan also squatted down, put down the small bag she was carrying on her shoulders, and opened it.

In the bundle, I saw two sickles wrapped in linen, incense and fruit, a cowhide water bag, and a black lacquered wooden box that was only half an arm long and half a foot wide. Plain wooden box with spring swallow pattern.

Dongnuan picked up the sickle and handed it to Si Jixia, "Safe, huh?"

Si Jixia turned his head to look at Dong Nuangu, smiled slightly, and took the sickle from her hand.

It is impossible to use a sickle with one hand, so Si Jixia had to take off his right boot, he needed to use his foot.

But even his feet are as nimble as his hands, and his movements of bowing down to remove weeds for the tomb are not as full as Dongnuan, on the contrary, they are faster than Dongnuangu.

Because he is used to the scythe.

The dark clouds in the sky were getting closer and closer to Yuncheng, but they didn't seem to notice it yet. They seemed to be only concerned with weeding the grave at the moment.

There was a wind, and the black bamboo planted beside the tomb swayed gently, as if waving like Si Ji Xia and Dong Nuan.

After weeding out the weeds, Dongnuan wrapped the sickle in linen cloth again. When she raised her head and looked at Si Jixia again, she found that Si Jixia was just standing aside and staring at the two tombs. His white cloth socks were stained. It was full of grass clippings, and he hadn't put on the boots he had taken off.

(End of this chapter)