Rong Xian raised her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her who seemed to be kindly reminding them. She didn't mean to 'take it as soon as possible', and she didn't know why it was too late. She felt that she had to remind this girl.
Rong Xian smiled lightly, her temperament no longer restrained, her clean eyes were bright and soft, so that people could look into the end at a glance, making Si Wenning seem to see the bright moon swaying wantonly in the night, which was bright, peaceful, and carried A little peace, quiet, gentle and gentle. No one could ignore her presence.
Even sitting in a cheap inn, her purple dress and wide sleeves are unbelievably elegant, setting off the entire inn like a nine-layered palace, and she seems to have come across countless times, the whole person has a kind of wandering in this world. The feeling of being outside, even if it is close in front of you, is like a cloud looking down at you.
Si Wenning could clearly see her own reflection in Rong Xian's eyes. Compared with this person, her beautiful face was a little more disgusting because of some small calculations.
Well, Rong Xian's aura could be said to have completely crushed her.
Si Wenning's face was ugly for a moment, but it returned to normal. She shook the bell in her hand and asked innocently, "What are you laughing at, Sister Rong?"
Rong Xian tilted her head and said with a soft smile, "We are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and we don't pay much attention to it."
She looked at Shen Jiulu, who was silently serving food in her bowl, raised her eyebrows and said, "Jiu Liu is not an outsider. His kindness to me has never been a burden. Wenning has been overly concerned."
The bottom of Shen Jiuliu's cold eyes appeared with layers of waves, and his expression softened to an almost untraceable level. He suddenly laughed, all the previous anxiety disappeared, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be filled with countless spring lights.
Xiaoxian's words are the greatest affirmation to him. He should have known that Xiaoxian is different from everyone else, and her mind is unmatched by anyone.
"Xiaoxian, eat quickly, we have a few more patients to see later." Shen Jiu said in a cold voice.
He didn't want Xiaoxian to talk to this sudden woman again, Si Wenning was so weird, she seemed to have no purpose, but every word she said was like venom, which made him uneasy and put Xiaoxian in a disadvantageous position. land.
Rong Xian lowered her head and ate the rice quietly, while Si Wenning on the side was unusually quiet. She was wondering if there was another way to break up these two ambiguous senior brothers and sisters, Shen Jiulu was the one she fell in love with at a glance. There is nothing in this world that she can't get.
After the meal, the three should have parted ways, but Si Wenning insisted on sticking together, saying that she had nowhere to go.
As a 'Notre Dame' with a big heart, Rong Xian certainly couldn't refuse Si Wenning. Even if she decided to take her to live in the City Lord's Mansion, she would take this person to see a patient before going to the City Lord's Mansion.
When the three returned to the City Lord's Mansion, it was already late.
The last ray of light between the day and the earth disappeared, Rong Xian looked up at the bright moon showing a corner, tilted the oil-paper umbrella slightly, and tentatively let a little moonlight sprinkle on the purple skirt.
A faint cool temperature flowed through his body, and everything was the same as before.
Rong Xian lowered her eyes to hide the light in her eyes, and said softly, "Long stay, you have been with me for a day."
She put away the oil-paper umbrella gracefully, letting the moonlight shroud her.
The light of the moon is cold, and it is not as threatening to her as the sun. She looked a little happy and joyful, and it seemed that being able to see the sky without cover was an extremely happy thing.
Although Shen Jiulu didn't understand why Rong Xian was so happy all of a sudden, he simply felt that Rong Xian was happy and he was also happy: "I am very happy to be with you."
Rong Xian glanced at Si Wenning, whose mood was slightly fluctuating, and the smile on her lips deepened: "En."
Shen Jiulu looked up at the moonlight, and said softly, "It's getting late, Xiaoxian, go back to the room and go to sleep."
Rong Xian did not refuse, she waved to the maid in the small courtyard, and when she saw someone came over, she instructed in the master's tone, "Arrange a guest room for Miss Si."
After the maid responded respectfully, she came to Si Wenning and said, "Miss Si, please come with the maid."
Si Wenning's smart eyes flashed, and she said with a smile, "Junior sister, stay for a long time, we'll see you tomorrow."
Rong Xian was noncommittal about the name of Si Wenning. After sending Si Wenning away, Rong Xian took the medicine box from Shen Jiulu. After they said goodbye, Rong Xian returned to her room.
With a flick of his sleeve, the boxes in the four corners of the room opened in unison, and the light from the night pearl inside illuminated the dark room as if it were daylight.
Rong Xian's fingertips popped out with spiritual power, the incense burner on the table lit up with green smoke, and the faint medicinal fragrance permeated the room.
She breathed a sigh of relief, put the medicine box aside, and returned to the bed after grooming.
The heavy curtain was lowered, covering everything in the bed.
Rong Xian sat cross-legged on the bed, raised her hand to look at her pale fingertips, and frowned.
Although there is no direct sunlight today, how can people escape the light? The world is brighter because of light.
Her face was so pale that she couldn't hold back the injury she had endured for a day.
The sound of 'cough, cough' couldn't be stopped, and a smell of sweetness rushed to her throat. Rong Xian hurriedly picked up the handkerchief on the side and covered her mouth. The red blood soaked the handkerchief.
Firelight flashed in her palm, and the handkerchief instantly turned into fly ash and disappeared.
"Sure enough, it's time to heal." Rong Xian murmured, if it weren't for the merits and virtues of heaven, I'm afraid she would be even more embarrassed now.
His eyes fixed on the window, looking at the thick curtain above, Rong Xian frowned unhappily.
It was not until she could no longer see the sunshine that Rong Xian realized that people really cannot live without the sunshine. Once she leaves, it seems that her whole life is filled with haze that cannot be removed.
Thinking of the medical books and classics she had read in Xuanhua Mountain and the Zhuohua Dan that restrained the efficacy of sunshade, she took a deep breath, a firmness flashed in her eyes, her hands were fast, and an obscure energy came from The room quickly spread out.
But for a moment, a black fog swooped into Rong Xian's room with a clear target.
"Sir." The black mist turned into a blurred human figure and knelt on one knee beside the bed. Hao Ran was Qu Lang.
The heavy curtain was lifted by a breeze, and a spar flew out and landed in the man's hand. He didn't ask, and still respectfully waited for the order.
Rong Xian squinted and said casually, "Send someone to collect the medicinal materials in the shortest possible time."
"Yes." Qu Lang disappeared instantly.
Rong Xian coughed a few times with a pale face, but Mu Lingzhu could no longer suppress the injury.
Only then did she know that even with that special oil-paper umbrella, every time she went out, the injury would get worse again, showing the overbearing nature of sunshade medicine.
Rong Xian's mind moved, and two beads with different breaths floated in front of Rong Xian.
One exudes thick water vapor, the other has a faint greenness, and there is a huge flow of vitality.
Rong Xian: You are very courageous, girl (0)~
(End of this chapter)