Fast Transmigration: Save Him

Cooked rice with uncooked rice? Song Lin narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ling Xiaoyun. He didn't expect that in order to get the man he loved, the lady in front of him was so brave!

His fourth younger brother always has the potential to get what he wants. He has been away from home for more than ten years, and Song Lin can't guarantee whether his younger brother will do something rebellious now; And now Qing Jiu still thinks that she is related to the early Song Dynasty by blood. If Qing Jiu knows that she is not a relative at all, it is possible for her to elope with the early Song Dynasty according to her temperament.

"It can only be done once, and it can only succeed, not fail. Miss Ling, are you so sure?" Song Lin asked in a low voice. He had seven or eight points in favor of the proposal.

"That's natural. If master song helped me, he would be safe. Even if the fourth master is wary of me, he can rest assured of you. At that time, you must lead Qing Jiu out. You'd better give me a whole day, or tomorrow? " Ling Xiaoyun frowned and felt that this matter should be solved as soon as possible.

"Well, tomorrow I will ask Qing Jiu to pray in the temple outside the city, and I will also ask the monks in the temple to find an excuse to let Qing Jiu stay." Song Lin pursed his mouth and clenched his fist.

Ling Xiaoyun chuckles. Tomorrow, she will be the woman and wife of the early Song Dynasty.

In the evening, song Chu came out of the ancestral hall. After Song Lin left, he knelt in the ancestral hall for several hours.

His knee is a little bit painful, walk the road to tremble, just didn't walk far to meet Qing Jiu.

With two strings of iced sugar gourds in her hand and candied fruit in her mouth, she looked up and saw song Chu coming. Just as she wanted to pass the iced sugar gourd to him, she found that there was something wrong with his leg.

"Fourth uncle, what's the matter with you?" Qing Jiu put the ice sugar gourd aside and quickly reached for his arm.

In the early Song Dynasty, he shook his head, his face was pale, his lips were dry, his eyelids were drooping, and he had no spirit.

Qing Jiu bit his lip and raised his hand to touch his forehead. It was really hot.

"Fourth uncle, why do you have a fever? I'll take you back to your room and get you a doctor Qing Jiu quickened her pace, but most of the weight in the early Song Dynasty was on her, and she couldn't walk very fast.

I would not let Fangyu go shopping if I knew.

Qing Jiu finally helped song Chu to the room, let him lie on the bed, and then helped him to cover the quilt. He turned around and was ready to call a doctor for him.

"Qing Jiu, don't go. I'm fine. Don't tell anyone about my illness." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, she grasped her wrist and almost exhausted the last strength left on her body. As soon as her voice fell and her hand loosened, she fell into a coma.

Can't tell anyone?

"Well, I haven't taken care of a patient. Since you don't want me to ask for a doctor, you should be wronged." Qing Jiu put the exposed arm of the early Song Dynasty back into the quilt, turned to look at the room, and found that there was still clean water in the basin at the door.

She found a clean pad, soaked it in water and put it on his forehead.

"I remember that Fangyu did this when I had a fever, but she should come back soon. I'll go out later and tell her that I'm studying with you, and she will know how to do it." Although Qing Jiu's heart is strange, but is inexplicably believe his words, also willing to try to help him.

Qing Jiu moved the stool to the bedside, looked at the early Song Dynasty with her eyes closed, and thought of the time when they were blushing and heartbeat in this room in the morning, as well as the beautiful scenery of peach blossom forest.

She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his black hair beside his pillow, and carefully poked him in the cheek.

His chin grew a green stubble, but it didn't prick people at all. It felt soft. Unlike her father's stubble, it was very hard. She was afraid of it when she was a child.

His lips are very thin, Wen Ping said. Most people with thin lips are fickle, but she doesn't think her fourth uncle is like this.

And his nose, his eyes... There is such a beautiful person in the world, right in front of her eyes.

"Fourth uncle, why do I have the feeling of meeting you for a long time? I always feel that you are not my fourth uncle, because you are so different from my father. "

"You look like you have a lot of worries every day. You haven't got married, and you haven't heard about your business. So what are you thinking about?"

"My father says you are nearly thirty, but why don't you look like that at all?"

Qing Jiu holds his chin with one hand and reads it in a low voice. Seeing that the eyebrows of the early Song Dynasty on the bed are slightly wrinkled, she comes back to herself. She takes up the handkerchief on his forehead, immerses it in water again, and then puts it on his forehead.

"Miss? Miss Fangyu's voice came in from the outside, and her tone sounded a little worried.

Qing Jiu pursed her lips and quickly walked to the door. Just as she wanted to open the door, Yu Guang glanced at the table not far away, then turned back to the table, picked up a book, opened it and spread it on the table. Then she went to the door and opened it, just revealing her body.

"Miss, why are you here? I've been looking for it for a long time. I bought it for you, and how did you leave it outside?" Fangyu spoke very fast. She chirped and peered into the room.

"Cough, my fourth uncle is looking at me reading. You can bring me and my fourth uncle dinner. By the way, where's my father?" Qing Jiu asked in a low voice, if her father is at home, then her fourth uncle's illness will come out sooner or later.

"Miss Ling took the master to Wen's house. She said that it was Miss Ling's parents. She should have dinner at Wen's house tonight." Fangyu replied that she was still dubious about the fact that the young lady could read.

"Well, do you remember what I said? Go ahead and get busy. " Qing nine Hand Ice sugar gourd over, and then close the door, and feel wrong, simply pull the bolt.

"You are very sick. My father and sister Xiaoyun are not here, so I have to take care of you tonight." Qing Jiu went back to bed, eating ice sugar gourd alone.

"I'll keep the remaining one for you. It was originally bought for you. When you are ready tomorrow, remember to eat it." Qing Jiu put the remaining one on the cabinet beside him.

Early the next morning, the early Song Dynasty opened his eyes and reached out to take the handkerchief off his forehead.

The handkerchief was dry. He felt his forehead and the fever was gone.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he sat up with his hands on the bed and turned his head to see Qing Jiu, who was sleeping soundly beside the bed. His unhappiness was swept away and his slightly pale face was full of smiles.

This spoiled little girl really took care of him all night. He thought she would let Fangyu take care of him.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her head, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.

"With your care that night, all my sufferings are worth it. Do you think I'm hopeless? For so many years, I can't see your tears, and I'm afraid that you will ignore me. As a man, I'll be upright. But in front of you, I'm nothing but a poor man who yearns for warmth. " At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he looked at Qing Jiu deeply and wanted to engrave her appearance in his mind, even though he would never forget her appearance.

In her sleep, Qing Jiu feels someone touching her head. She slowly opens her eyes, looks up and closes them again.

No, fourth uncle wakes up!

Qing Jiu quickly raised his head again, reached out and touched the forehead of the early Song Dynasty, which was relieved.

"Well, your fever's gone. It's time for me to go back to my room." Qing Jiu stood up and twisted his sore neck.

"Qing Jiu..."

"Miss, the master told you to go!" Fangyu stood at the door and said in a low voice.

Qing Jiu looked back, "fourth uncle, what do you want to say?"

Song Chu shook his head, "it's OK, you go." There was a faint smile on his face. In Qing Jiu's eyes, it was more dazzling than that ray of sunlight in the morning.

Qing Jiu nods, goes out of the room, and goes to Song Lin's big study with Fang Yu.

Song Lin looks tired. He seems to have something to worry about. He looks sad. Seeing Qing Jiu coming, he just tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Qing Jiu, dad has something to tell you to do. You are recovering from this serious illness. It's time to go to the temple outside the city to pay your vows." Song Lin looks at Qing Jiu and takes out a few signatures from the drawer. When Qing Jiu is ill, he asks for them in person.

"The gods and Buddhas in the temple have souls. We also need to know our kindness and repay them. Take the money." He took out a purse and handed it to Qing Jiu with the signature.

Qing Jiu remembers that her father had never believed in ghosts before. Did he change his mind during her illness?

"Well, go ahead. Remember to be sincere, listen to the master in the temple, and make a good vow." With a serious face, Song Lin stood up, walked to Qing Jiu and patted her on the shoulder.

Qing Jiu nodded, thinking that the fourth uncle's illness was better, she went out a trip, nothing happened.

But why did she feel that something was wrong?

After Song Lin sent Qing Jiu out of the house, he ordered the kitchen to send breakfast to his room in the early Song Dynasty.

As soon as song Chu finished changing his clothes, he heard Song Lin come to the door and quickly open the door to let him in.

"Fourth brother, we haven't had breakfast alone for a long time. Today, we will accompany elder brother?" Song Lin ordered his servants to put the food away, and then he left the room.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he squinted and wondered what song Lin wanted to do. In this way, Qing Jiu was deliberately paid by her.

"Good." At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he sat down and looked at the food in front of him. He subconsciously stroked the Peach Blossom Jade on his wrist.

On the table are ordinary breakfast, and they usually eat no different, but the early Song Dynasty felt that this breakfast is not so simple.

"Xiao Chu, don't take what you said yesterday to heart. You are just angry. If you hurt you, you will be compensated here." Song Lin bowed his head regretfully, looking very remorseful.

"Xiaochu, do you remember when you were six years old, you had chickenpox. My elder brother walked around the room with you every night, and finally I got chickenpox myself..." Song Lin whispered about the past of adulthood, and from time to time he put the dishes into song Chu's bowl.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, I naturally remember that when I heard him mention it, I immediately saw a layer of water mist in my eyes. I just nodded silently and ate all the dishes in Song Lin's folder.

After breakfast, Song Lin talked about the past repeatedly. Seeing that he was full at the beginning of Song Dynasty, he poured a cup of tea for him to drink.

After a cup of tea, Song Lin remembers that he still has something to do in his shop, so he orders his servants to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. He says a few words to song Chu, and then he leaves.

After Song Lin left, his servants cleaned up immediately, and song Chu was the only one left in the room.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he stood up and was ready to go out to have a look, but he felt dizzy, followed by an inexplicable heat.

It seems that his suspicion just now is not wrong, but he didn't expect that the medicine should be separated, and he still used this dirty and obscene thing!

If Song Lin wanted to kill him, he still understood, but now this medicine

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he shook his head and sat down on the chair. He saw that the door was opened and a woman came in.