The seven days have passed since Qingli became ill this time. On this day, she was taking a nap on the couch in the hut, but Weisheng hurried in.
He walked straight to Qing Li's side, touched her shoulder with his hand, and woke up with a frown. She looked at Weisheng with some sleepy eyes, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?"
Weisheng opened the window beside her, and bright sunlight came in. Qingli temporarily covered her eyes with her hands. It seemed that the light was so dazzling that she couldn't open her eyes.
After getting used to it for a while, Wei Sheng picked up an inky black cloak from the ebony hanger on the side, threw it on Qing Li, and said coldly: "Your illness has almost recovered."
Qingli stretched out her hand and took the cloak and put it on her body. In the past few days, she has become accustomed to the dark-colored dress of Yu Cultists. Although it is depressing, she only thinks about seeing Yu Chen. No matter what, it is joyful.
Slowly got up, yawned, and asked, "Well, it is indeed much better today, and my heart doesn't hurt as much as the previous few days."
Weisheng looked at Qing Li with a weird expression, and said, "Extend your hand." Qing Li glanced at him suspiciously, but still followed suit. When the colored glaze bracelet could not be seen from the outstretched wrist, There are still some unaccustomed things.
Weisheng covered the palm of Qingli's hand, and after a while, a faint blue light radiated out. She felt a deep coldness in the palm of her hand. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that she couldn't move it.
After a while, Weisheng slowly let go of his hand, and said in a deep voice: "This mark is planted on you. If you can't deal with anything in the future, just call me against this mark. Remember?"
She looked at the palm of her hand and was a little stunned. It was a drop of blood. Yes, it was as realistic as a drop of blood flowing on her hand. She touched it with her fingers without feeling, and gently wiped it, but it was still there.
A little displeased in the Qing Dynasty, she finally broke free from the shackles of the colored glaze bracelet, and now she has made some blood drop marks, her face is a little cold, "I don't want this thing."
There was a smile at the corner of Wei Sheng's mouth. He fixedly looked at Qing Li, but she was uncomfortable. Wei Sheng slowly said, "It's too late. This thing will be with you for life, and the next life will be the same."
The words came to the next life. She clenched her fists. The person in front of her became more and more opaque, or she had never seen it through. After a while, Weisheng saw her bowing her head and sulking. Slightly eased his tone and said: "I am doing this for your own good. I am here. I have a news to tell you."
She looked up at him again, curled her lips and said, "What news?" Weisheng stretched out his hand to tighten the cloak belt around her neckline, and said, "Yu Chen wants to see you."
This sentence didn't sound like a warm one. Qingli frowned, his heart beating, and hurriedly asked: "He, does he remember me? Isn't it?" Perhaps it was because of the excitement that she spoke. Some words are incoherent.
Weisheng did not shook her head as she wished, and said, "No, let's go, I'm going to be late later, this impression will naturally be bad."
Qingli was very disappointed, but it was also in her expectation, how could he remember it? He didn't remember the past of the two of them.
She lowered her head. As Wei gave birth to this Weitang, it was still the same place last time. After she saw a few bamboos planted next to the main house, she remembered Mo Wei in a flash, remembering him that day. Kneeling in front of the bamboo forest to pay homage to his mother, remembering the red lotus he planted for her...
It was past, just as it was all over, she didn’t want to remember that person, whether it was painful or happy, the current Qingli just wanted to forget all the people on that land. Clean.
Seeing that she could see Zhuzi in amazement, Wei Sheng said in a mocking tone: "Heh, why, still can't forget your old lover? If you want to go back, I can satisfy you now."
Qing Li was startled. This Weisheng could see through people's thoughts. She had already experienced it, but the tone of today made herself very uncomfortable.
She said indifferently: "You think too much. Since I'm here, I don't have the thought of going back. In that place, apart from my two maids, nothing is worthy of nostalgia, so you can rest assured."
Wei Sheng gave a cold snort, then turned around and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, and the last woman greeted him with a smile: "Elder Wei, you are here to find the leader, he is already there. Waiting for you inside."
He nodded lightly and said, "Thank you, Madam." These very simple words stung Qing Li's heart for an instant. She suddenly raised her head, and the woman in front of her was also facing her. Looked over.
With a dazzling red dress, Qing Li should have thought of it the last time I saw him in a hurry. I only blamed myself for being too careless. The bright eyes of the woman in front of me were twinkling, and the face was very cordial, like a crescent moon. The smiling eyes froze on the face at this time.
She was determined to look at Qingli, her voice trembling, "You are, Qingli..." This woman is not someone else, it was the red tone who lived with Qingli in Yisor Valley back then, when she was still there. It was just a little maidservant of Yu Chen, who now became the wife of the leader.
Qing Li's eyes were immediately moist, teardrops flooded on the eyelashes, but did not fall, Hong Yin's expression was a little unnatural, but he still let go and said: "Elder, go in quickly."
Weisheng knew the reason for this. He just smiled faintly, and Chaoqing left and said, "Let's go, I'm still in a daze. I feel sad for nothing. The old man is the old man, even if he has a new face. , So what, can't you even bear this small blow?"
Qingli clenched her teeth tightly, and the smell of fishy sweetness flooded in. She didn't want to look at Hong Yin any more, so she followed Weisheng into the room, Hong Yin closed the door somewhat lonely, and a maid greeted her, she was cold Leng ordered, "Go and make tea. I need the dew I personally collected early this morning to soak in. Go ahead."
At this moment, Yu Chen was standing on the side of the main hall, with his back facing Qingli and Weisheng. He reached out his hand and stroked the water sword on the Huanghuali wood table, and the waves of Yingying flashed like water patterns.
Qing Li clenched his palms, the palms of his nails, and the sword was what he used to teach himself swordsmanship when he was a child. Now the sword looks like new, but the people have changed and become completely unrecognizable.
Whether it was her, Hong Yin, or Yu Chen, they had all changed, and they couldn't go back to the past. Now only endless vicissitudes and pains are waiting for them.
Weisheng stroked Fu Qingli's slightly trembling shoulders, and said to Yu Chen: "Master." After hearing the sound, he slowly turned around, but he looked at the buried Qingli with a single glance. The two walked over.
With a face as usual, he said, "Elder, this is the maid that this leader met last time." Qingli lowered his head even when he heard him asking himself.
Wei Sheng nodded and said with a smile: "Well, the teacher asked me for her a few days ago, but it is a pity that Sun Qingli's heart attack has been relieved for a few days, and please don't mind the teacher."
Yu Chen frowned, but his eyes never left Qing Li, and said, "Is the body completely healed?" Qing Li heard her ask herself, but raised her head slightly and said calmly: "Yes."
With just one simple word, in fact, she didn't want to say more, but at this time, even though there were thousands of words, she was choking in her heart and couldn't say it.
Just as Hongyin came in with the maid, the maid brought a mahogany tray on which was the tea that was made according to her request. Hongyin winked at her, and the maid put the mahogany tray on the table. , Then retired.
Seeing Yu Chen fixedly looking at Qing Li, Hong Yin felt a pain in his heart, but he still concealed his sorrowful expression well, went forward, took a few small purple sand cups and made tea.
"Master, I brewed Yunfeng snow buds with the freshest dew. The master is very angry today. It is just to drink more of this tea." She looked at Yu Chen with a sad expression. Hearing Hong Yin's voice, he turned his head to look over, and said softly: "You are the wife of this church now, do you need to do these things yourself?"
Hong Yin smiled shyly, "I used to do what I used to do for the leader, but I couldn't get used to it if I changed it for a while."
There was sourness in the green centrifugation, but Weisheng stretched out his hand and took a light drink, "Madam, this tea is made very well, it's really fragrant."
Qingli felt like standing here like an outsider at this time, and felt very ridiculous. As things changed, she sneered, but Yu Chen glanced sideways at her, "What are you laughing at?"
Qingli didn't expect that he would ask such a question, and only calmly replied: "Nothing." Weisheng pretended to frown, "Qingli, you don't understand the rules." Fu looked at Yu Chen again, "Master, Qingli. I used to be casual, and I will teach her the rules when I go down."
Yu Chen waved his hand and thought for a moment. "The leader asked Hongyin to plant some red lotus in the pond in the back forest, but he hasn't picked a good person to take care of it. Why, Qingli will do it every day from now on. Come take care of this red lotus pond."
She looked a little surprised, but Yu Chen caught a glimpse of the red lotus hairpin on her hair bun, and couldn't help but ask: "This teacher sees that your hairpin is also in the style of red lotus, I think you would like it very much."
Qing Li smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, and said, "Naturally, I like it. It was done by the person I once loved, and I must cherish it."
Hong Yin's expression was a little bleak, Yu Chen never said much to other maidservants, except for Hong Yin himself, but now he is facing Qingli...
Yu Chen had an inexplicable depression in his heart, and only said: "It seems that you already have someone you like, where is he now?"
Qing Li raised his eyebrows, and said in pain: "He is dead." These three words sounded insignificant to Yu Chen.
Wei Sheng quietly drank a cup of tea, and said lightly: "Master, I still have something to deal with, so I will take this Qingli away first. From now on, I will let her visit the Red Lotus Pond every day."
Hong Yin said, "Well, please wait, elder." Weisheng paused, looking at her, Hong Yin continued: "I want Qingli to go to Beitan with me to get something. It's not too late for her to return to Weitang."
Qingli looked at Hong Yin coldly, and sighed long...