Song Ci said: "I apologize to you on his behalf. I also blamed you for always threatening him. Today he finally found a chance to take revenge. It's only strange that he can hold back."
"Han Zhan is about to collapse right now. Song Fei, since he is still injured, can you give me the antidote?"
With so many Chinese medicine masters in the Mo family, Song Ci could find any doctor who could cure Han Zhan. But instead of going to the doctor, she came to Song Fei for an antidote, mainly because she wanted to save Song Fei's face and let Song Fei calm down.
Song Fei also understood what Song Ci meant, but she was not reconciled to asking her to easily bypass Han Zhan.
She still feels the smell of Houttuynia cordata in her throat, which is very uncomfortable.
Song Fei rolled her eyes and had a bad idea. "It's fine to have the antidote, but now you have to stand in front of me in the corridor and say loudly three times that Han Zhan is a bitch, and I'll give you the antidote."
Song Ci frowned upon hearing this rude request, "Don't go too far."
Song Fei: "Then there is no antidote"
Song Ci could only step back, "I'll ask!"
Song Ci hurried back to the room, and told Han Zhan about Song Fei's rude request with a helpless expression. "Han Zhan, Song Fei refused to give the antidote and said yes"
Han Zhan: "What does she want you to do?"
Song Ci faltered and said: "She wants me, stand in the corridor and say loudly three times...Three times" Staring at Han Zhan's weak gaze, Song Ci said without confidence: "Han Zhan is a bitch. "
Han Zhan almost passed out from rolling his eyes, but he couldn't.
Han Zhan began to feel uncomfortable in his stomach again, and he ran to the toilet weakly. After squatting for a few minutes, Han Zhan's face became weaker when he came out again.
"Song Ci, promise her." Han Zhan accepted his fate, and he never dared to bully Song Fei again.
Song Ci: "."
After a while, Song Ci's voice sounded from the corridor.
"Han Zhan is a bitch."
"Han Zhan is a bitch."
"Han Zhan is a bitch"
Han Zhan squatted in the toilet, listening expressionlessly, and made a strong memory of Song Fei in his heart.
After Han Zhan drank the antidote, his stomach felt better.
Song Ci made some salt water for Han Zhan, fed it to him, and borrowed a pot from Friday to cook a pot of porridge.
Song Ci was cooking downstairs, and stood at the door of the kitchen on Friday and asked her, "Did you call your husband a bitch upstairs just now?"
Song Ci naturally wanted to protect Han Zhan's face, she shook her head and said, "No, nothing, Uncle Zhou, you got it wrong."
"How could it be?" Friday walked to Song Ci's side, stared at the bubbling porridge in the pot, and asked Song Ci, "Did you quarrel?"
Song Ci had no choice but to tell Friday what happened at the dinner table. When Friday heard it, she immediately rubbed her hands and said, "Do you still have Song Fei's virus medicine? If you have some, give me some, and I will keep it. Whoever dares to offend me later, I will drug him!"
Song Ci pushed Friday out of the kitchen, "No! Don't even think about it!"
Han Zhan's voice suddenly interjected, "What are you doing?" Han Zhan's eyes were like ice picks, piercing everywhere on Friday.
Song Ci looked up in surprise, and saw Han Zhan standing on the last step, propped on the railing of the stairs, staring at her and Friday.
Song Ci said: "What are you doing down here! If you don't feel well, just lie down for a while!"
Han Zhan walked over slowly, and saw that Song Ci's hands were still on Friday's shoulders, and he kept pushing Friday.
While taking Song Ci's hand off, he taught her in a warm voice: "Your hand is stained with vegetable crumbs, it's impolite to push others like this."
Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and said to Friday: "Song Ci is not sensible, and it has delayed your rest time for the old man. Uncle, go to sleep."
It's not very old Friday, and my teeth are a little gritty when I hear this. He whispered, "I'm only fifty-two years old, so young."
Han Zhan didn't speak, but just watched Friday with a gentle expression.
A country doctor on Friday, who has never seen a man with such a strong aura like Han Zhan. He glanced at Song Ci playfully, and said with a smile: "Okay then, my old man will go to sleep, Miss Song, remember to wash the pot for me when the porridge is done."
"Good Uncle Zhou."
Seeing that Friday went upstairs to bed, Han Zhan led Song Ci into the kitchen and put her hands under the faucet to rinse.
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's side face amusedly, and said, "My grandson is about to be born, so if you're jealous, you'll have to divide up."
Han Zhan: "You are so good-looking, from a bad old man in his sixties to Long Gaogao in his teens, there are many people who miss you."
His daughter-in-law is too beautiful, and he has too many rivals in love, so he has to be on guard all the time. "I'm not careful, what if you run away?"
Thinking of the cruel words Song Ci said before leaving the mission, Han Zhan said sourly: "Young little wolfdogs are as good as little wolfdogs, and old wolfdogs are as good as old wolfdogs. If I don't pay attention, you will run to other wolfdogs." If I go into his arms, I will really become a lone wolf.”
The lone wolf in the northwest is about to become a single lone wolf.
Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan, "Why are you so sullen?"
Han Zhan asked her: "Then you like Mingsao?"
Song Ci stopped this topic, and didn't want to continue talking about such boring content with Song Ci. "I came down to see what you were doing."
Han Zhan hugged Song Ci's waist from behind and said, "It's been a long time since I saw you. Whenever you're out of my sight, I always miss you."
"Where did you learn the rustic love talk?" Song Ci was embarrassed to hear it.
Han Zhan chuckled, "You don't need to learn, what I said is true." The love words are a bit rustic, but the thought of missing Song Ci is true.
While Song Ci was making the porridge, he made some appetizers for Han Zhan by the way. These were the ingredients that he asked for from the kitchen on Friday morning.
When Song Ci was cooking, Han Zhan kept hugging her, feeling tired and crooked, it was outrageous.
After eating some porridge, Han Zhan felt better.
After the exam, the dormitory building was basically vacant. At present, only sisters Song Ci and Friday lived, and now there was Han Zhan.
After eating, Song Ci locked the door of the dormitory and went back to the room with Han Zhan.
Han Zhan was still powerless, so he lay on the bed and stroked his stomach. The stomach that had eaten porridge was warm. Touching, Han Zhan suddenly thought of what happened this afternoon.
He was a little lost.
Song Ci washed up and lay down beside him. Seeing Han Zhan in a daze, Song Ci asked him, "Brother Han, what are you thinking?"
Han Zhan didn't agree.
Song Ci poked Han Zhan's face with his fingers, "Han Zhan, you've recovered!"
Han Zhan finally came back to his senses.
He squeezed Song Ci's mischievous hand, and heard Song Ci ask him: "What did you do today?"
"Patriarch Mo took me around, showed me the medicine fields, and asked me if I had any plans to start a pharmaceutical company. If so, he probably wanted to sell me a few prescriptions."
They all want to sell prescriptions for money. Is the Mo family short of money
Song Ci guessed what Han Zhan was thinking, and she said: "Since Western medicine flooded into China, Chinese medicine has indeed not made as much money as it did in ancient times. The Mo family is not really noble, they are also chasing fame and status. After seeing the situation clearly , It is normal to want to seek money."
"Um."
"By the way, he also took me to the Shensi Tower, and told me how powerful their ancestor Mo is, and how powerful he is in the field of Chinese medicine."
Han Zhan snorted coldly, "It's really amazing, a peerless scumbag." The scumbag beat Chen Shimei.
After thinking for a while, Han Zhan said again, "I saw the Sun Chaser Arrow today." When he arrived at the Mo Clan yesterday, it was almost dark, and Han Zhan didn't pay attention to the Sun Chaser Arrow when he passed the Shensi Building.
After seeing the Sun Chasing Arrow today, Han Zhan always felt a little uncomfortable. He said: "That bow and arrow is a bit evil. I touched it today, and I feel very uncomfortable. Now when I think of that bow and arrow, my heart hurts."
Song Ci thought about it seriously, and said hesitantly, "Perhaps, you feel the resentment of Chasing Arrow."
"Maybe."
Han Zhan didn't think about it any more, and fell asleep with Song Ci in his arms. The next day, Song Ci continued to go to the pharmacy, and Song Fei pretended to admire the scenery, and placed the monitors in various hidden corners by the way.
As for Han Zhan, he was always restless, and after Song Ci left, he came to Shensi Building alone again. When he got there, he accidentally saw Friday somewhere.
He took the initiative to say hello to Han Zhan on Friday, "Mr. Han, what a coincidence."
Han Zhan walked slowly towards Friday, and found that Friday was also looking at the Sun Chasing Arrow. Han Zhan walked towards Friday, "What does Mr. Friday think of this bow and arrow?"
"It's the most loyal weapon in the world," said Friday.
From Song Ci's description, Han Zhan already knew that Friday's ancestor and Mo Laozu knew each other. Han Zhan asked Friday: "Mr. Zhou, what kind of person is this Nangongxian?"
Friday: "The ancestors of six hundred years ago, how do I know?"
Shrugging, Friday stepped up to the table and crouched under the Sunstrider.
He stared at the words Nangongxian for a moment, and then said: "If you want to talk about this Nangongxian, she is really a strange woman. She was born very petite. At that time, many people asserted that Nangongxian would not grow up. Nangong The old man is a military officer, he doesn't believe what the fortune teller said, whenever he is free, he will accompany his daughter to practice martial arts, and wants to give her a healthy and strong body."
"Under Mr. Nangong's good intentions, General Nangongxian has really grown up and is still very strong. Because he has practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, and studied military art, General Nangongxian is very yearning to gallop on the battlefield and fight the enemy to defend his family. country."
"It is said that General Nangongxian always dressed like a man. At that time, many people didn't know that the tomboy next to Mr. Nangong was a girl."
"When General Nangongxian was fourteen years old, the new crown prince moved into the East Palace, and the court began to select concubines for the crown prince. In that year, all unmarried girls who had reached the age of fourteen had to participate in the draft."
"It is said that although this General Nangongxian is dressed as a man, he is very beautiful. At that time, the prince fell in love with Nangongxian at a glance. It's just that Nangongxian didn't like the prince. She yearned for the battlefield and was unwilling to be imprisoned in the East Palace. He was a canary, so he rejected His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
"At that time, the world belonged to the emperor, and all the beauties belonged to the emperor. If Nangongxian dared to reject the prince, he would lose his head. But the prince is a wise lord. After he learned of Nangongxian's ambition, he immediately I fought with Nangongxian. In the end, Nangongxian won, and the prince let go, letting Nangongxian leave the East Palace and go to the battlefield."
"General Nangongxian went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen, and died young at the age of twenty-five. She dominated the battlefield for ten years, and not a single city was lost at the border. At that time, Nangongxian was the God of War! With her, the Luo Dynasty was stable. .”
Friday turned around and smiled at Han Zhan, and he said: "These are all recorded in the history books, and they are true." Friday pointed to the bow and arrow on his head, and told Han Zhan: "It is said that this Sun Chaser Arrow was given by the prince. A weapon for Nangongxian."
Han Zhan listened very attentively, and found that Friday suddenly stopped talking, and Han Zhan couldn't help asking: "Is that all?"
"That's all I know. After all, after six hundred years, whether it is the God of War Nangong Xian, the Saint of Medicine Mo Liansheng, or the Holy Monarch Dugu Jie, they are all just a pile of loess underground."
It's a bit sad to say.
Six hundred years ago, Nangong Xian, Dugu Jie, and Mo Liansheng were all the rulers of that era. But no matter how powerful a person is, there is only a handful of loess left after death.
Standing up on Friday, he patted his butt and asked Han Zhan, "Mr. Han is very interested in Sun Chaser Arrow? Do you want to move it home and collect it?"
Han Zhan said with a smile: "How can it be? This is the treasure of the Mo family. Even if I have thousands of dollars, I can't take it home."
Friday smiled and said: "We can't take it home either."
Hearing this, Han Zhan felt strange, "What do you mean?"
Pointing at the Sun Chasing Arrow on Friday, he said, "No one can handle this Sun Chasing Arrow. After Nangong Xian died, the Sun Chasing Arrow sealed off his spiritual consciousness."
"At that time, no one in the Mo family could handle the bow and arrow, so we had to bring the shelf where the bow and arrow were placed."
Han Zhan said: "How is it possible? It is only a bow and arrow, how heavy can it be?"
"Don't believe it." Seeing that Han Zhan didn't believe in evil on Friday, he rolled his sleeves up his arms, then squatted, holding the Sun Chasing Arrow with both hands, and lifted it vigorously.
The day-by-day arrow does not move at all!
Tried a few more times around, still no success.
He suffocated until his face turned red.
Standing up on Friday, he shook his numb hands and said, "It's really heavy."
Han Zhan saw that Friday's appearance didn't look like he was acting, so he had some doubts about it. Is this bow and arrow really that heavy? He said, "Come on, let me try."
Friday: "Try, try, do you think that because you are good-looking, Daily Arrow will be different to you?"
Han Zhan thought that the suit jacket on his body was in the way, so he took off the jacket and handed it to Friday, "Mr. Zhou, please help me take off the clothes."
On Friday, holding Han Zhan's suit jacket, he took the time to watch Han Zhan embarrass himself. With Friday's attempt ahead, Han Zhan also squatted down, put all his strength into it, and after holding the Chaser Arrow with both hands, he lifted it up vigorously!
Snapped-
Han Zhan suddenly fell backwards and fell on the high platform!
When he fell, he actually held up the Sun Chaser Arrow with both hands!
At this moment on Friday, he couldn't care less about laughing at how embarrassed Han Zhan looked, and he looked at the Sun Chaser Arrow in Han Zhan's hand in surprise.
The Sun Chaser Arrow, which he could not shake even a single bit with all his strength, was easily held by Han Zhan at this moment, as if it didn't weigh much!
Han Zhan stood up, padded the bow and arrow in his hand, and said, "It must be 140 pounds." A soldier who can draw a 120-pound bow and arrow is considered an elite soldier. And a soldier who can pull a 140-pound bow and arrow is a big shot who is qualified to accompany the emperor to hunt.
Han Zhan was so strong that he felt a little heavy holding the bow. "It's quite heavy, but it's not too heavy to hold." He naively thought that the bow and arrow was heavy, and he tried his best, but fell down on his back.
Friday didn't speak, just looked at Han Zhan strangely, his fingers trembling slightly. "You..." Seeing that Han Zhan had put the Chasing Arrow back to its original position on Friday, he took a shallow breath and said, "It's because I'm weak."
Han Zhan patted Friday on the shoulder and said, "It's all like this when you get old." He was different in his prime.
I don't know what I was thinking on Friday. He was not angry when Han Zhan made fun of him like this, but just said out of his mind, "I haven't finished planting the herbs yet, so I'm busy. Mr. Han, I'm sorry."
On Friday, he walked quickly towards the cable car parking area behind the Shensi Building. When he reached the eaves of the Shensi Building, he couldn't help but look back at Han Zhan.
There is a saying that I didn't tell Han Zhan on Friday. It is said that after the day-by-day arrow seals the spiritual consciousness, it cannot be shaken by the owner.
Sun Chasing Arrow has only two masters in its life, and its real master is Dugu Jie, Taiping Emperor of the Luo Dynasty! Dugu Jie gave the Sun Chasing Arrow to Empress Nangong as a gift, and the Sun Chasing Arrow accompanied Nangong Xian in the southern and northern wars for many years before he recognized her as its master.
Of course, these are just legends. After all, whether the Sun Chaser Arrow has spiritual consciousness is a mysterious thing in itself.
Shaking his head on Friday, he secretly thought that he was thinking wildly. Maybe it was because he and the Mo family were weak, so they couldn't move the Sun Arrow which weighed more than 100 jin.
On Friday, I went to the medicine field to grow medicine, and met Song Fei on the way.
Calling the other party to stop on Friday, "Song" noticed that Mo Fengying was standing not far behind Song Fei, and hurriedly changed his words on Friday, saying, "Girl Song Ci, what are you doing?"
Song Fei was holding a pot of cherries in her hand, which was brought by Han Zhan. She said, "I'll send some cherries to Mrs. Mo."
On Friday, I walked over quickly, grabbed a handful of cherries from the pot, and then slipped away with a guilty conscience.
Song Fei didn't care about Friday, she walked towards Mo Fengying with a fruit plate and asked her, "Where's your mother?"
Mo Fengying said: "Mother is not feeling well, she is resting."
"What happened to Mrs. Mo?"
Mo Fengying shook her head, "He said he was dizzy."
Song Fei had put the virus antidote reagent in Madam Mo's daily tea. Obviously, Madam Mo's headache had nothing to do with the virus.
"Can I go and see her?" Song Fei imitated Song Ci's smile, and said to Mo Fengying, "These cherries were brought by Han Zhan. You have to eat them as soon as possible, otherwise they will go bad."
There are not many cherries in this season, so it is a rare thing. Mo Fengying looked back at her mother's bedroom upstairs, thought for a while, and said, "I'll call my mother and ask."
Mo Fengying called her mother in front of Song Fei, and after getting a positive answer from Mo Fengying, Mo Fengying took Song Fei to Mrs. Mo's bedroom.
Mrs. Mo was lying on the bed, mentally weak, her face was pale, she really looked sick.
Seeing Song Fei coming, Mrs. Mo sat up slowly, leaning against the head of the bed to talk to Song Fei.
"It's not easy to get such fresh cherries this season." Mrs. Mo tasted a few cherries and noticed that Mo Fengying was still guarding in the room. She grabbed a handful of cherries and gave them to Mo Fengying, "Fengying , I'll talk to Song Ci. Aren't you going to study with your grandpa this afternoon? Then go quickly, don't delay the business."
Seeing that Mrs. Mo was in better spirits, Mo Fengying held the cherry and turned to leave.
Song Fei stood by the window and looked downstairs, and saw Mo Fengying riding a bicycle to Mo Zhangkuang's house, so she turned to look at Mrs. Mo.
Mo Yang put down the cherry in his hand, with a sad face.
"Mrs. Mo, you look very unhappy, is there something hidden in your heart?" Song Fei actually knew exactly what was bothering Mo Yang.
Madam Mo took out a photo from under her pillow.
Song Fei glanced at the photo in her hand, and saw a handsome young man.
Mrs. Mo murmured, "This is my eldest son."
Song Fei nodded.
Mrs. Mo said sadly: "When I was still in confinement, I was forcibly taken back to the Mo clan by Mo Suixin. I didn't even know what the child looked like." Through the cold plastic, she stroked the child in the photo. With her face, she was looking forward to meeting her child.
"Look, isn't he handsome?" Mo Yang handed the photo to Song Fei.
Song Fei took the photo and took a closer look. It showed a young man in a denim shirt, with a slender figure, bright and handsome, and a schoolboy.
"It's not bad." Song Fei returned the photo to Mo Yang, and she asked, "How old is this child?"
Mo Yang wiped away his tears, and said: "22 years old, I heard that he is very talented in painting, and he opened a painting exhibition at a young age."
"I really want to see him." Mo Yang himself is a painting lover, and knowing that his eldest son likes painting as much as himself, Mo Yang misses his eldest son even more.
Song Fei knew that Mo Yang couldn't get out of the Mo clan, and Mo spoiled and loved her as he wished, but he wouldn't let her go out of the clan.
He wanted to keep Mo Yang in captivity and be his only canary.
Song Fei deliberately stimulated Mo Yang: "You can go out and see him, it's been so many years, Patriarch Mo shouldn't be so fussy anymore."
Song Fei's words gave Mo Yang hope. "Really?"
Song Fei: "If you don't try, how will you know?"
Mo Yang nodded, "You're right, I should talk to him." All these years, she has been obediently staying in the Mo clan, and she has been obedient for twenty years. If she wants to see her son, she should , not too much, right
(end of this chapter)