Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1201
Going south alone, he traveled along the way and saw the beauty of the Qinhuai River, the city walls of Jinling, the beauty of the West Lake, which is different from the grassland, and the gentleness of the south of the Yangtze River, which is a land of fish and rice.Small bridges, flowing water, houses, gardens...a fairyland on earth.

Of course, I also saw a lot of beautiful beauties.

They are dressed in exquisite clothes, suitable for all walks and walks, without the roughness of grassland girls at all.

But she had never seen a woman who was as beautiful as Peng Xin, who could win his heart with just one look, so that he could see her lonely heart with just one look.

They are one of a kind.

The shell belongs to others, and the soul is imprisoned.Their unhappiness lies in the fact that they are completely unable to be their true selves. He is a doll, and so is Peng Xin.

That day was the Dragon Boat Festival in Miaojiang.

Grand and lively.

All the Miao people went to "Zaiweng" (dragon boat rowing), and Song Che, who had just arrived, was also crowded in the crowd——

He came from the grasslands and didn't know water skills, and he was only curious about dragon boat rowing. The real purpose of following along was to get another glimpse of the saint.

The saint is sitting on a special dragon boat, Song Che can only watch her from a distance, and has no chance to get close to her, but how smart is he?A person who has lived on his own since childhood has never lacked brains.

He fell into the water when the maiden's boat approached the shore.

Yes...he fell into the water.

And he doesn't know water at all.

Gambling with his life is certainly not something he would do.

The lower one's life is, the more prudent one's words and deeds will be.

Whatever he does, he thinks it through in advance.

There are many dragon boats there, and there are more people who can swim. How can he drown under the watchful eyes of everyone?What's more, the moment he sank to the bottom of the water, he saw the saint's eyes looking at him.

Compassionate, and... amazing.

Song Che is naturally good-looking.

None of the young men in Miao village can match his appearance, so he came here to seek medicine to cure his headache, and when those young men saw him, none of them looked friendly.

He was eventually, indeed, saved.

It was not the saint who saved him, but the master of the saint.

It was a kind old man. He lived in a small two-story wooden building. The place was not big, but he kept it clean. He knew how to use poison and raise Gu. The poison that numbs Song Che's body...

The master told him that his headache was caused by taking poison for a long time.

Moreover, this poison is very domineering and tricky, it cannot be detoxified directly - the more anxious you are to detoxify, the easier it is to die -

Song Che knew that the original Su He didn't exist like this.

Because wizard Nashun was in a hurry to save him, he died.

He asked the master, "Is there really no other way?"

If he couldn't recover from his headache, how could he miss the saint?

In his near-desperate helplessness, the master smiled.He said that it can be adjusted slowly, but it will take an extremely long process.With a history of more than ten years of medication, the toxicity has already penetrated the five internal organs and permeated the limbs, which cannot be achieved overnight.

For the hope of healing and for the sake of the saint, he chose to stay incognito.Peng Xin's master is a strange man from Miaojiang, and the essence of Miao medicine can be carried forward in his hands. Under his treatment, Song Che's headache symptoms really eased.

Fortunately, he also got acquainted with Peng Xin as he wished.

Their auras blend together, and when they first met, they didn't need a lot of words, as if they knew each other's emotions.

That day, by the bamboo fence of the small building, he held Peng Xin's hand and said the words that he had been waiting for for three months.

(End of this chapter)