The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

It rained heavily, and the sound of thunder made people panic.

The light in the lobby of Shen Mansion was still on, and Huang Osmanthus was sitting in the corner of the threshold, resting her chin on her hands and resting her elbows on her knees. The third young master treated others with tolerance, and thought of his good-looking face, tall and straight figure like bamboo, half of Bohai City. Young talents are not even half as handsome as him, and he hasn't come back so late, so he is inevitably a little worried.

"Sir, Shen's mansion is here." The coachman shouted hoarsely.

Clang clang clang, the sound of the iron plates of the wheels hitting the ground, the thunderclap drowned out the driver's voice, and the heavy rain hung on the road like a gray mist.

"Third Young Master, you are back!" Huang Guihua walked forward quickly, the rain outside the door splashed a small piece of the floral cloth shoe.

It was only when Huang Osmanthus approached that she saw that Shen Qingchuan was still holding a person in his arms, the ends of her long black hair were a little wet, stuck to the red costume with water sleeves.

Shen Qingchuan's hand was injured, and the person in his arms was still a bit heavy. He staggered a few steps, and carried him to the guest room on the second floor, thinking that the girl's stature was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and Shen Qingchuan's weight was still too heavy for him to hold. A lot of hard work.

Seeing that there were no signs of injury on the girl, Shen Qingchuan felt relieved, and ordered Huang Osmanthus to take care of the girl and change the girl's clothes. After all, men and women are different, so it's inconvenient for him.

When Shen Qingchuan returned to the room, he saw himself in the mirror. There was a black spot at the corner of his mouth, the cuff buttons of two sleeves were torn off during the fight, and there was a stain on the waist side of the white shirt. The clothes were scrapped. Looking at the corner of the clothes, it turned out that the skin was really red, and there were a few small and long blood marks from the bumps of sand and gravel.

There was a "hiss", and I didn't feel much pain when I was fighting and pulling, but now when I found the wound, the pain was magnified ten times.

When Shen Qingchuan took a bath, he carefully avoided the wound, the soapy water was still irritating, making him gasp again and again.

"Master! Third Young Master!" There was a knock on the door, and Huang Osmanthus was crying.

Shen Qingchuan thought that something serious had happened, so he put on a pair of boxers, tied a silk pajama robe, wiped his wet hair indiscriminately a few times, the black hair was still dripping with water, and rushed to open the door with a pair of slippers.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Shen Qingchuan opened the door, and saw Huang Guihua's mouth was flattened with grievance, and there were still two tears in her eyes.

"Third young master, I saw that the girl's sleeve was wet, so I kindly helped him change her clothes. Before I touched him, he woke up without asking why, and suddenly pushed my hand away. I didn't know it was nail , scratched a bloodstain on me."

Huang Guihua said, big tears fell down, fearing that Shen Qingchuan would not believe it, she spread the inside of her right arm, and there was a long and thin bloodstain on it.

The lights in the aisle were dim, and Huang Guihua's skin was dark, so it didn't look serious.

After all, she was a little girl, Shen Qingchuan quickly comforted her, and asked Aunt Dong to have a pigeon soup for her tomorrow, only then did Huang Osmanthus smile through tears.

Follow Huang Osmanthus to the guest room. Now that she is awake, he can ask her name and where she lives. A little girl got lost in the middle of the night, and the family members are afraid that they will be anxious.

The girl sat quietly on the bed, her complexion was strangely pale, and her long hair was like ink. In addition, he was wearing a red costume with sleeves, which gave him an astonishingly strange and enchanting beauty.

There was thunder and lightning outside, and the bright white lightning instantly illuminated the profile of the girl's profile. Only then did Shen Qingchuan fully see the girl's appearance, with a few strands of wet hair on her cheeks, and her eyes were foggy.

Shen Qingchuan was a little apprehensive, and Huang Osmanthus hid behind him anxiously. She didn't look so scary before, and said in a trembling voice, "Third young master, is this... a human or a ghost?"

The girl with white skin and black hair, red clothes and costumes, with a weird and extremely delicate and charming appearance, was indeed unusual in such a night of thunderstorms, lightning and thunder.

"You...remember, what's your name?" Shen Qingchuan didn't dare to get too close, and asked standing at the door. Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he didn't speak strange powers, so he still had reservations about ghosts and gods. In awe.

"Shang...Shang Xiaolou" The girl tried hard to recall, her headache was splitting, her face was pale, and what was left along her forehead was not known to be sweat or the rain from before, and she vaguely thought of this name.

Shang Xiaolou's voice has an indescribable charm, it's nice to hear, it's not as sweet as a woman's, and it's not as rough as a man's, it has a unique rhythm.

"Then do you remember who your parents are and where they live?" Shen Qingchuan didn't dare to look into Shang Xiaolou's eyes. He didn't know why there was a thunderstorm tonight. He, like the oppression of a ghost in red, makes people feel timid.

Shang Xiaolou looked at the young man not far away, the begonia that was wet by the rain, his clear and handsome appearance was a bit fragile, and the silk robe reached his knees, and his well-proportioned and beautiful calves could be seen.

Shang Xiaolou shook his head slightly when he met those expectant eyes.

"Alright then!" Shen Qingchuan was slightly disappointed, if he asked clearly, he could send the girl home tomorrow. "However, you don't have to worry. I'll go to the police station to report the case tomorrow. Maybe your parents will come looking for them after seeing the missing person notice in the newspaper."

"You've been staying in Shen's mansion for a while now. You should have a good rest tonight." Shen Qingchuan was afraid that the little girl would be worried, so he comforted him a few more words, and ordered Huang Osmanthus to bring a set of clothes directly for Shang Xiao. building.

Huang Guihua took a new set of yellow ginkgo floral clothes with some anger. Although the material is not the best, she just made this dress recently, and she is not willing to wear it once, so she just handed it over to Shang Xiaolou to wear. , because you can't take the young master's clothes and let a strange little girl wear them.

After Shen Qingchuan and Huang Osmanthus closed the door and left, Shang Xiaolou took out the silver hairpin hidden in the water sleeve, her blood-red thin lips were tightly pressed together, the front end of the hairpin was in the shape of a silver bird, slightly dull However, the back end of the hairpin tail is made of steel, and the end of the pointed hairpin tail is still stained with dark red blood.

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Waking up in the morning, Shen Qingchuan felt feverish, so he asked the driver Lao Wang to pass a message to the school, saying that he would not go to school today, and asked Leng Qiudu for leave by the way.

Huang Osmanthus went to invite the most famous old doctor in Huichun Hall on the corner of the street, and prescribed a prescription, and asked the apprentice to grab a few packets of traditional Chinese medicine.

Shen Qingchuan originally thought that having a fever was not a serious matter. In his opinion, it would be fine to wipe his body with alcohol or sweat a lot. Huang Guihua insisted on making a fuss and insisted on calling a doctor, otherwise he would not help him hide it. Last night, he picked up a girl from Yegui, and she came back with injuries all over her body.

"Osmanthus fragrans, do you want to keep this medicine for now, I'll drink it later." Shen Qingchuan looked at the bowl of black soup with a strange smell in front of him, and said with a smile, a little flattering.

"No, if you leave it for now, third young master, you will turn around and use it to water the flowers, not to mention that this medicine will be effective only when it is hot." Huang Osmanthus refused to give in, and she carefully boiled the soup for two hours .

Shen Qingchuan wrinkled his nose. He secretly poured the decoction into a gardenia flower pot in the morning, and was caught by Huang Osmanthus once on the spot. He raised his eyes and saw that she was full of anger. The posture of not giving up.

Shen Qingchuan had no choice but to hold his nose and drink it. After drinking, he quickly poured a glass of boiled water, put a candied fruit on the tip of his tongue, to suppress the bitter taste, and was very envious of Shang Xiaolou who was sitting at the table and obediently drinking porridge.