The Devil is My White Moonlight

Chapter 88: Looking for relatives

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It was Luo Qingwen who saw the doctor at Huichuntang.

Hearing Qin Le's voice, she looked up and Su Yanjun also smiled and greeted her. Luo Qingwen nodded to them and beckoned to the pharmacy staff beside her. The guy was very smart, knowing that Miss Jiu was here with friends, he quickly led the three of them into the small hall and served tea.

Su Yanjun sat down with Qin Le to rest, Huang Zelin was obviously very interested in Luo Qingwen's medical skills, and after sitting for a while, he came to the medicine hall to see her see a doctor.

The weather in summer is changeable in the afternoon, the sky is still clear in the morning, the clouds gradually increase at noon, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Suddenly, thunder rolled past, and pea-sized raindrops fell.

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao had just brought the horses into the city and sent the horses to the post station at Xishikou, when the rain poured down. Gu Qingqiao pulled up his outer clothes, put it on Mu Xiyun's head, and dragged him to the nearest shop.

There were pedestrians sheltering from the rain under the eaves. Gu Qingqiao shook his wet clothes and pulled Mu Xiyun into the store.

This is a small shop selling jade toys. There are some hairpins and ornaments on the counter. A man in red clothes is holding a jade hairpin and bargaining with the boss.

"Hey, Brother Zhu, why are you here?" Gu Qingqiao patted the man in red on the shoulder and said in surprise.

Zhu Yicheng turned his head and saw a man with deep eyebrows smiling at him at a glance. that face...

Zhu Yicheng's face became more and more surprised. After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly called out with an "ah": "You... you are... "

You didn't say a word for a long time, and as soon as Zhu Yicheng pulled the Guqing Bridge, he was about to rush into the heavy rain.

The two hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "What's wrong?"

After asking a few times, Zhu Yicheng reacted. He took Gu Qingqiao and looked at it for a while, and asked carefully, "Are you Brother Gu?"

"Yeah!" Gu Qingqiao touched his face, a little puzzled.

However, Mu Xiyuan immediately reacted and said with a smile, "When we met Brother Wan Bo before, he changed his face." Then he explained Zhang Jinjin's compilation to him.

After Zhu Yicheng heard it, he still stared at Gu Qingqiao and murmured, "It's really similar, it's too similar!"

This time, both of them were inexplicable.

The scene was a little embarrassing, so Mu Xiyun had to look for a topic and asked him, "Didn't Young Master Zhu accompany Miss Luo to the desert? Did he not go yet or has he come back?"

Speaking of Luo Qingwen, Zhu Yicheng finally regained some sense, he turned his eyes to Mu Xiyuan and said, "I went back, Xiaowen received news that his father was seriously ill, so we hurried back, just this morning. Go to the City of Hundred Flowers." After speaking, he looked at Gu Qingqiao's face again.

Gu Qingqiao looked uncomfortable by him, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you looking at me all the time? Is there something wrong with my face?"

"Ah, no." Zhu Yicheng explained: "Xiaowen is looking for relatives, there is a portrait, you..."

He said it upside down, Gu Qingqiao frowned, and suddenly remembered the conversation between Hongyecheng and Luo Qingwen. Could it be that the portrait is really related to him

The rain in summer comes suddenly and goes quickly. The three of them only waited for less than half an hour in that shop, and the sky cleared up again.

Zhu Yicheng hurriedly pulled Gu Qingqiao and said, "Let's go, let's find Xiaowen."

After walking halfway through the West Market, we arrived at the Huichun Hall. As soon as he entered the door, Zhu Yicheng had already shouted, "Miss Luo!"

Luo Qingwen had just sent away the last patient to be seen, and only took two sips with a cup of tea in her hand, and shook her head when she heard the words.

Zhu Yicheng stepped forward quickly, pulled Luo Qingwen's sleeve and said, "Look, does he look like him?" After saying that, he turned around and pointed to Gu Qingqiao.

Gu and Mu greeted Huang Zelin who was sitting beside him, Gu Qingqiao looked up at Luo Qingwen.

As if struck by lightning, Luo Qingwen's face suddenly turned pale, and she stared at him for a moment.

Zhu Yicheng had been shocked for a while earlier, but now he turned to calm. He pulled Luo Qingwen, led people into the small hall next to him, waved again, and greeted everyone to come in. He kept comforting: "Xiaowen, don't panic, ask slowly, ask slowly."

If only Zhu Yicheng was like this, Gu Qingqiao could still laugh at him for making a fuss. Now seeing Luo Qingwen's expression, Gu and Mu both knew that there was really something unusual here.

In the small hall, Qin Le and Su Yanjun saw Zhu Yicheng pulling Luo Qingwen in, they were startled by Luo Qingwen's face, they helped her to sit down, Su Yanjun poured tea and handed it to Zhu Yicheng.

After drinking two sips of tea with Zhu Yicheng's hand, Luo Qingwen regained some consciousness.

With trembling hands, she took out a red kit from her bosom and a small waterproof leather bag from the kit. In the leather bag is a small paper roll. Luo Qingwen unfolded the scroll and handed it to Gu Qingqiao.

Everyone looked curiously.

The paper is extremely thin, but when opened, it is one foot square. On the paper, there is a drawing of a woman.

It was a beautiful woman with no hairpins on her hair, only a simple bun. Her clothes were different from those in the Central Plains, but rather the style of the Western Regions. The artist drew her figure with just a few strokes, but he put a lot of effort into those eyes. Those eyes are deep and agile, and you can imagine how they look forward to brilliance when they smile.

Everyone present could see that Gu Qingqiao was very similar to the woman in the portrait.

Especially the pair of eyes and the temperament of the whole body, people can't help but link them together.

"This is..." Gu Qingqiao stared at the portrait, unable to say a word.

"This was left to me by my mother. It was my father who saved her back then, that is, my grandfather's savior." Luo Qingwen explained with a pale face.

The room was in chaos at this time, and everyone had questions, but no one knew how to speak.

Huang Zelin stood up, coughed twice, pointed at Gu Qingqiao and Mu Xiyuan, "You two sit down first, don't stand there to be an eyesore!"

Then he beckoned to the pharmacist, brought the porridge and side dishes that had been heated twice to Luo Qingwen, and said softly, "Calm down first, eat something, people can't run away here, and it will be clear after a while. ."

Qin Le has always been afraid of this elder, but now he has already sat down obediently against the wall, Su Yanjun has been silent, and now he also walks to Huang Zelin's side, and the room suddenly calms down.

Luo Qingwen couldn't eat anything, but Huang Zelin kept staring at it, so he had to drink some porridge, and then asked people to withdraw the food.

"Okay," Huang Zelin said, "Tell me what's going on!"

Several people present, except Su Yanjun and Huang Zelin, had heard Luo Qingwen talk about the search for relatives in Lingshan, Zhu Yicheng first briefly explained a few words, and then he said: "We started from Lingshan and traveled all the way to Qingcheng Mountain day and night. The geese to the north have left the formation."

That was where Luo Qingwen's mother Yinji grew up.

Yinji is her stage name in Fengming Building, and she has long forgotten her real name. This little girl who was sent to Fengming Building at the age of five actually doesn't have much memory of her origins.

I just remember that his father who died young once said over and over again that he came from a small village on the edge of the desert, where the clansmen lived together, the clansmen cared for each other, and the neighbors lived in harmony, and that was where their roots were. is where they should live.

"Then why don't you stay there and go elsewhere?" asked the innocent little girl.

Father smiled, "I don't want to leave either!" His face darkened as he spoke, "but something terrible happened there, and I was rescued. If it wasn't for her, I would have died a long time ago. Then without you!"

"Something scary happened?" Huang Zelin suddenly interjected: "Do you know what year it was?"

Luo Qingwen said a year.

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao were both stunned. That year was the year of the battle of Lin Moyuan fifty years ago.

Huang Zelin was also faintly excited at this moment, his white beard was twitched by the sudden heavier breathing and trembled rapidly. "What happened then?"

Luo Qingwen sighed softly: "Grandfather was only ten years old at the time, and that day, an immortal prince came to the village, handsome in white, very handsome. The children in the village were curious, and they all went to see them. Grandfather was a little withdrawn at that time, and the children They didn't like him very much. It just so happened that he had a conflict with a group of little boys that day, and he was beaten by the group of children and dared not go home, so he ran to the big tree outside the village by himself."

The ten-year-old boy cried for a long time in the tree hole, and finally fell asleep tiredly.

In his sleep, there seemed to be a soft ringing of bells in the distance. The sound was very subtle, but it was like a hook, hooking the little boy's heart.

The sleeping child moved and kicked his feet a few times involuntarily, but was unable to move due to the obstruction of the tree hole.

When he finally woke up, it was already dark.

It was then that he saw the beautiful woman.

The woman came from the village with a solemn expression on her face.

The child didn't care, he got out of the tree hole and went to the village, but she was grabbed by her.

"What are you doing?" The little boy tried hard to break free from the woman's hand, but the woman looked weak, but her hands were strong, and she held his wrist like an iron ring.

"Don't go in, it's… unsafe."

How could the child go in to persuade him, kicking and yelling, and after some nonsense, the woman pinched the back of the neck and fainted.

When he woke up, he was in a town a hundred miles away, lying in the home of a poor scholar.

With his back to him, Xiucai was painting on a table, and it was the woman who was painting.

He painted several pictures in a row, all of which were treasured and collected.

Later, it took several days before news came that the village where my grandfather lived had been slaughtered inexplicably.

At that time, the battle of Lin Moyuan was imminent, and everyone was in danger. Things like slaughtering the village were all automatically placed on the account of the Mozu.

Hearing this, Huang Zelin couldn't help but ask again, "Does your mother know what is the name of your grandfather's village?"

"My mother was still young at that time, and my grandfather might have mentioned the name of the village, but she didn't remember it." Although she didn't know why Huang Zelin was excited, seeing his disappointed expression, Luo Qingwen comforted: "Old man, don't Urgent. We went to Yanli Town this time, and although we didn’t get much, we found the person who painted the portrait based on the seal of the portrait.”

The suave local scholar back then has turned into an old man with white hair and beard, but when he talks about the scene in the portrait fifty years ago, the old man still remembers it very clearly.

He clearly remembered that the beautiful woman that day, with a face full of exhaustion and anxiety, brought a child, saying that she was rescued on the way. But she had to leave in a hurry. Seeing that the scholar had a good face, she approached him and asked him to help send the child to the local shantang.

When Xiucai saw the beauty of the woman, the three souls and seven souls had long since floated out of the sky, and they were speechless for a while.

The woman thought he wanted a reward, so she took out the jade and asked him to use the jade to go to the bank in Crescent City in exchange for a lot of silver.

And the fascinated scholar left Yu Jue privately, and looked forward to seeing that woman again.

A piece of jade, a portrait, this is everything left by the savior.

Looking for relatives all the way, but in the end only got a place name, Luo Qingwen's heart was extremely lost. She looked at Huang Zelin and said softly, "That scholar said that the mountain village that was slaughtered back then was called Jinxiu Village!"