Song Fei hurriedly stood up from behind the computer desk, walked to Song Ci, looked down at the small note in Song Ci's palm, and said, "These macarons are baked uniformly in the cafeteria."
Song Ci asked: "Who is in charge of distributing macarons in the cafeteria today?"
"Madam Mo." Song Fei's tone was thought-provoking.
Song Ci didn't say anything else. She opened the note and saw a row of beautiful handwriting——
[Family meeting, there are few people in Xishan.]
Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other, their eyes fluctuated.
"Family meeting, there are few people in Xishan." Song Fei told Song Ci: "The night after tomorrow is the time for the Mo family's family meeting. At that time, all members of the Mo family who have reached the age of fifteen will go to the meeting."
"So the night after tomorrow, Xishan has the least number of people on duty." Song Ci came up with an idea, she looked up at Song Fei, but saw Song Fei was also staring.
There was a strange light in the eyes of the two sisters.
Obviously, they wanted to go together again.
Song Fei said: "The night after tomorrow, let's go to the back mountain."
"good."
In class the next day, Song Ci heard the students of the Mo family discussing the family meeting tomorrow night. Song Ci heard it and poked the back of the boy in the front row.
When the young man looked back, Song Ci asked, "Little brother, do you all want to attend the family meeting?" Almost, Song Ci couldn't remember.
The boy was only seventeen years old, and Song Ci called out "little brother", directly making that guy blush.
He was embarrassed to stare at Song Ci, his eyes kept turning, and he said nervously, "Anyone who has reached the age of fifteen must participate, and this happens only once every three months."
Song Ci asked again: "The family meeting can only be attended by members of the same clan, but we foreigners can't."
The boy scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said, "That's natural."
"Okay, I see."
Seeing that Song Fei had nothing else to ask himself, the boy turned his head away and continued chatting with his friends.
Song Ci poked Friday's arm with the pen tip, and Friday was dozing off. Woke up by the poke, he looked sideways at her with doubts in his eyes. "You looking for me?"
Song Ci said, "Uncle Zhou, let's have dinner together tonight?"
Friday seemed to have seen a ghost, "Did you take the wrong medicine?" Or did he not wake up? This cold noodle queen would take the initiative to ask him out for dinner
Song Ci's face was cold, and she said, "It's fine if we don't eat together."
As a result, when he went to eat after class, Friday carried his bag and consciously followed Song Ci to the cafeteria.
At meals, they sit in the least crowded corner. Song Ci confirmed that their conversation would not be heard, and then said to Friday: "We are going to pick some spiritual fruits in Xishan tomorrow. Uncle Zhou, do you want to go together?"
Friday: "Huh?"
Seeing Song Ci's eyes were very serious on Friday, and gradually figured out Song Ci's true intentions.
I'm afraid it's fake to pick the spiritual fruit, and it's true to inquire about other situations.
The eyes of the two people exchanged silently for a while, and then suddenly said on Friday: "Okay, this Mo family is also stingy, and they are reluctant to send us more fruits. I ate a few fruit that night, and I have been thinking about it for the past few days. What about the smell?"
"Then let's go tomorrow."
"good."
Because of the things to be done tomorrow, Song Ci has been dreaming this night since she fell asleep. She dreamed that she went to Xishan, but did not find Granny Yao, but was discovered by Mo frivolously.
Later, Song Ci became a medicine man who was imprisoned in Houshan.
Song Ci was startled awake and sat up from the bed, only to find that it was only half past three in the night. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, and heard Song Fei say, "Did you have a dream?"
"Um."
"What dream?"
Song Ci said: "I dreamed that we were discovered by Mo Zhangkuang, and I dreamed that I was locked in the back mountain." She also dreamed that she was bloodletted. In short, it was a horror drama.
Song Fei hugged Song Ci's waist, and she said, "Song Ci, I will protect you."
Patting Song Ci's lower abdomen, Song Fei told Song Ci: "Let me tell you, just these few days, I secretly put a chronic virus in the drinking water of Mo's house. If we can leave safely, I will release the solution." The medicine is then secretly put into the water."
Knowing that the Mo family's move was extremely dangerous, it was impossible for Song Fei to be unprepared.
"If they find out your identity." Song Fei didn't complete the rest of the sentence, but Song Ci understood what Song Fei meant. If something happened to Song Ci, Song Fei would ask the whole Mo clan to bury her with her!
Song Ci was finally relieved, she shrank into Song Fei's arms, "Song Fei, you must protect me."
"Um."
In the second half of the night, Song Ci was not very familiar with Song Ci, but at dawn, she slept soundly. Seeing that Song Ci was sleeping soundly, Song Fei didn't wake her up. When Song Ci woke up, it was already nine o'clock. She hurriedly washed up, and then went to the herb warehouse to continue her boring study.
Seeing Song Ci coming, Mo Fengying stopped her, "Hello."
Song Ci cast a proud look at Mo Fengying, "Huh?"
Mo Fengying stared at Song Ci's weak face, and she said, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Song Ci shook his head.
"Then you look very weak, did you not rest last night? Are you sick?"
Finding that Mo Fengying really cared about her, Song Ci put away the impatience in her heart, and replied perfunctorily: "There are a few days every month, it's okay."
Hearing this, Mo Fengying thought of the girls' days every month.
Song Ci walked to her seat and sat down, exchanging a look with Friday. She received her share of medicine, and was concentrating on researching the ingredients of that medicine, when suddenly, a hand stretched out from the front.
Song Ci looked up, and saw the boy in front of him handing her a purse.
Song Ci was a little puzzled, what is this
"What is this?" Song Ci thought the boy was chasing her, so she gave herself a gift. She was still thinking about how to politely reject the young man so as not to hurt the young man's heart, when she heard the young man say, "Sister Fengying passed it on to you."
Song Ci: "."
Fortunately, she hadn't said those self-indulgent words.
"What is it?"
"I don't know either."
Song Ci took the purse and waited for the boy to turn around before she opened the red envelope. But what Song Ci didn't expect was that there was a bag of sugar in the purse, which looked like small pieces of brown sugar made by Mo Fengying himself.
she:
After class, Mo Fengying came over, stayed by Song Ci's table for a while, and told her: "That is the brown sugar pill I developed by myself, which can relieve menstrual pain very well."
Song Ci didn't come to her aunt, she just had a nightmare and didn't sleep well, so Song Ci, who looked weak, thanked Mo Fengying, then picked up a brown sugar cube and threw it into her mouth.
The taste is delicious. Song Ci is not a person who likes to eat brown sugar, but he also thinks this sugar tastes good.
After school in the afternoon, while eating, Song Ci heard the broadcast in the valley non-stop playing about tonight's family meeting, calling on every clan member to attend the family meeting.
After eating, Song Ci noticed that many people were rushing towards Shensilou. Even the aunts and uncles in the cafeteria cleaned up the plates early, locked the restaurant, walked to the cable car interchange, and went to Shensi Building.
There is a distance of seven to eight hundred meters between the North Mountain and the West Mountain, but it takes more than two hours to walk for this distance of a few hundred meters. The so-called cry when you see the house is the true portrayal of these valleys.
At eight o'clock, almost all the Mo people went to Shensi Building, Song Ci and the three of them took the cable car to Xishan.
Sitting on the cable car, I was a little nervous on Friday, and my legs were tightly closed.
Song Ci asked him: "Uncle Zhou, are you starting to be afraid?"
Wu Xu squinted his eyes, his voice trembling, and said, "I'm afraid of heights."
Song Ci: "That's really hard for you."
I squinted my eyes the whole time on Friday, not daring to look down the mountainside, for fear that my legs would become weak. The cable car slid slowly for a few minutes before reaching the halfway up the west mountain. Xishan is the steepest and most valuable among the several hills, because the most precious medicinal materials are planted on this hill.
The road on the west mountain is still the most primitive mud road, and there is no cement road.
Friday said: "Where did the spiritual fruit grow?"
When Song Fei had nothing to do, she had already found a place with the best view, and took a telescope to see Xishan all over. She heard that she said: "Climb up forty meters, then turn left, there will be a small mountain over there, and the medicinal herbs grow most vigorously there."
The most vigorous medicinal materials must grow on the most fertile land.
So the three of them climbed the mountain in the dark and found the small col. As Song Fei said, this small mountain depression is indeed full of expensive treasures of heaven and earth. Behind those medicinal materials, there are some green vines growing along the mountain wall. Spirit fruit.
On Friday, I took out the backpack I had prepared earlier and said, "Steal it."
Song Fei and Song Ci quickly picked dozens of Qi Lingguo and threw them into Friday's backpack. After picking the spiritual fruit, the three stood motionless in the night.
Friday was the first to break the silence, "You guys came to Xishan not only to pick the spiritual fruit."
Neither Song Ci nor Song Fei answered.
Friday added: "What the hell are you looking for?"
Song Fei asked Friday: "Do you think that the one who saved the emperor was really a strange beast?"
On Friday, my eyelids twitched and my heart beat faster. He looked at the sisters of the Song family, pondered for a long time, and finally confessed. "Where is there any strange beast? It's a human. That strange beast dressed up like a ghost is General Nangongxian."
Song Fei said: "It really is like this."
Looking sideways at the two sisters on Friday, he also asked curiously, "Why do you care so much about this? What exactly do you want to find out?"
Song Ci told Friday: "People like Nangongxian who are born with the fragrance of medicine are called medicine people. Their flesh and heart are the same as the legendary beasts."
Under the moonlight, the Western Mountain looked like a tombstone, with countless corpses of medicine men buried beneath it.
Song Ci seemed to feel the resentment of Chasing Rijian again. She took a deep breath and said, "Among the descendants of Nangongxian, many of them are medicine men like Nangongxian. The last medicine man in the world."
"Our real purpose is to find out the filth behind this family of traditional Chinese medicine. We want to rescue the Yaoren, return justice to the Nangong family, and expose the ugliness of the Mo family to the public!"
Song Ci tilted her head towards Friday and raised her jaw, "Uncle Zhou, do you want to join us as an Ultraman and fight little monsters?"
Don't look at Wu Wu, who is already in his fifties, but he has a dream of adventure hidden in his heart. He always remembered the contents of Zhou Miracle Physician's family book, and wanted to prove whether the so-called strange beast was a human or a real strange beast.
Rubbing his face on Friday, he sighed, "I didn't expect that I would meet something that my ancestors failed to accomplish. Let's go, let's go fight little monsters!"
Song Ci was going to climb to the back of the mountain, but Song Fei said: "I have observed these days, and there is no trace of people walking on the top of the western mountain, but yesterday I found that Mo's master came to this small depression."
As the head of the family, Mo Suixin would never come to pick the spiritual fruit.
Song Ci stared at the mountain wall in front of her and said, "The shortcut to the back mountain is right in front of us."
Friday said: "I know this. There is an escape passage on the mountain behind our house. Such escape doors are generally imitated to be the same color as the mountain, but they are different. The back of the escape door is empty."
On Friday, I knocked on the mountain wall in front of me, and soon I hit a stone wall with the sound of hollow drums. "This is the door." Friday pushed the door hard, and the door was pushed open in an instant, and a path that could allow two people to pass through led directly to the other side of the mountain.
Friday walked in first, Song Ci walked in the middle, and Song Fei walked in the back with a flashlight.
The inside of the mountain was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers when I stretched out my hand. Song Ci turned on her flashlight and found that night lights were installed on the stone walls on both sides of the passage, but they didn't know where the switch was turned on.
After walking through the mountain for more than three minutes, Friday said: "Here we are."
In front of Friday is a stone gate.
Holding the flashlight in his mouth on Friday, he pushed open the stone door forcefully. After a rumbling sound, the stone door was pushed open, and the three of them walked out together.
Outside the door, it was still dark.
Lifting up the light in his hand on Friday, before he could see clearly, he heard an old voice without ups and downs: "Who?"
No one answered, the old woman asked again: "Don't be arrogant?"
The old man's voice is like a bone sliding over a stone, which makes people's eardrums feel uncomfortable, because the owner of the voice seldom speaks.
Song Ci waved his hand and looked around, only to realize that they were in a secret room, and the person who spoke was probably hidden, so they couldn't see it.
(end of this chapter)