The Devil is My White Moonlight

It was Luo Qingwen who was seeing a doctor in Huichuntang.

Hearing Qin Le's voice, she looked up, and Su Yanjun also greeted her with a smile.Luo Qingwen nodded to them, and waved to the pharmacist at the side.The guy was very alert, knowing that it was Miss Jiu who had a friend, he quickly led the three of them into the small hall and served tea.

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

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

Just as Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao led their horses into the city and left them at the post station at Xishikou, heavy rain began to pour down.Gu Qingqiao pulled up his coat, put it on Mu Xiyun's head, and ran to the nearest shop with him.

The eaves were full of pedestrians sheltering from the rain, Gu Qingqiao shook his wet clothes, and dragged Mu Xiyun into the shop.

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 to bargain with the boss.

"Hey, brother Zhu, why are you here?" Gu Qingqiao patted the shoulder of the man in red, 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 expression became more and more surprised, and after a few moments of silence, he suddenly called out "ah": "You...you are..."

You didn't say anything for a long time, Zhu Yicheng pulled the ancient green bridge and was about to rush into the heavy rain.

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

After asking a few times, Zhu Yicheng finally came to his senses, pulled Gu Qingqiao to look at it for a while, and carefully asked, "Are you Brother Gu?"

"Yes!" Gu Qingqiao touched his face, a little confused.

But Mu Xiyun immediately reacted and said with a smile: "When we met Brother Wanbo before, he was disguised." Then he explained Zhang Jinjin's explanation to him.

After Zhu Yicheng listened, he still stared at Gu Qingqiao, and murmured: "It really looks like it, it looks so much like it!"

This time, both of them were inexplicable.

The scene was a bit embarrassing, so Mu Xiyun had no choice but to find a topic and asked him: "Didn't Mr. Zhu accompany Miss Luo to the desert? Have you not gone or have you come back?"

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

Gu Qingqiao looked uncomfortable when he saw him, and couldn't help asking: "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..."

Gu Qingqiao frowned, and suddenly remembered the conversation between Hongye City and Luo Qingwen.Could it be that the portrait is really related to himself?

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

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

After walking half of the West Market, we arrived at 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, holding a cup of tea in her hand and only took two sips, she shook her head upon hearing this.

Zhu Yicheng walked forward quickly, pulled Luo Qingwen's sleeve and said, "Look, does he look like him?" Then he turned and pointed at Gu Qingqiao.

Gu and Mu greeted Huang Zelin who was sitting on the side, and Gu Qingqiao looked up at Luo Qingwen.

As if struck by lightning, Luo Qingwen's face suddenly turned pale, and she stared at him without blinking.

Zhu Yicheng had been shocked for a while earlier, but now he regained his composure.He pulled Luo Qingwen, led them into a small hall beside him, waved his hand again, calling everyone to come in, and kept comforting him: "Xiaowen, don't panic, ask slowly, ask slowly."

If it was just Zhu Yicheng like this, Gu Qingqiao could still laugh at him for making a fuss out of a molehill, but seeing Luo Qingwen's expression now, Gu and Mu knew that there was really something unusual going on.

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

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

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

Everyone looked curiously.

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

It was a beautiful woman, she didn't wear a hairpin, she only wore a simple bun, and her clothes were different from those in the Central Plains, but more like the style of the Western Regions.The painter drew her figure with only a few strokes, but put a lot of effort into those eyes.Those eyes are deep and lively, and one can imagine how they look bright 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 connect them together.

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

"It 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 right now, everyone had questions, but no one knew how to speak.

Huang Zelin stood up, coughed twice, pointed at Gu Qingqiao and Mu Xiyun and said, "You two sit down first, don't stand there and block your eyes!"

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, you can make it clear after a while .”

Qin Le had always been afraid of this elder, so he had already obediently sat down against the wall. Su Yanjun had been silent all this time, but now he also walked to Huang Zelin's side, and the room suddenly calmed down.

Where could Luo Qingwen eat, but Huang Zelin kept staring at her, so she had to drink some porridge, and asked someone to remove the food.

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

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

That was the place where Luo Qingwen's mother, Yin Ji, grew up.

Yin Ji is her stage name in Fengming Tower, and she has long forgotten her real name. This little girl who was sent to Fengming Tower when she was five years old actually doesn't have much memory of her life experience.

I just remember that his father, who died young, said over and over again that he came from a small village by the desert, where the tribe lived together, where the tribe cared for each other and neighbors lived in harmony. is where they should live.

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

Father laughed, "I don't want to leave either!" His face darkened as he spoke, "But something terrible happened there, and I was rescued by someone. If it wasn't for her, I would have died long ago. Then Without you!"

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

Luo Qingwen said a year name.

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao were both on the same page, and that year was exactly 50 years ago when the battle of Moyuan was approaching.

Huang Zelin was also faintly excited at this moment, his white beard was trembling rapidly due to the sudden heavy breathing. "What happened then?"

Luo Qingwen sighed softly and said: "Grandfather was only ten years old. On that day, a fairy gentleman came to the village. He was handsome in white and very handsome. The children in the village were curious and wanted to see them all. My 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 was beaten so badly that he didn’t dare to 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 exhausted.

In the dream, there seemed to be a light 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 his body, kicked his feet involuntarily a few times, but was unable to move due to the obstruction of the tree hole.

When he finally woke up, it was dark.

That's when he saw the beautiful woman.

The woman came from the village with a solemn and sad face.

The child didn't take it seriously, and went out of the tree hole to the village, but was grabbed by her.

"What are you doing?" The young man tried his best to break free from the woman's hand, but the woman looked weak, but her hand was not weak, and she firmly grasped his wrist like an iron ring.

"Don't go in, it's... not safe inside."

The child couldn't listen to it, he kicked and shouted, and after some nonsense, the woman pinched the back of his neck and passed out.

When he woke up, he had arrived in a town hundreds of miles away, and was lying in the home of a poor scholar.

With his back to him, Xiucai was painting on a table, which was exactly that woman.

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

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

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

When Huang Zelin heard this, he couldn't help but asked 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 may have mentioned the name of the village, but she didn't remember it." Although she didn't know why Huang Zelin was so excited, seeing his disappointed expression, Luo Qingwen comforted him: "Old man, please don't worry." Urgent. We went to Yanli Town this time, although we didn't gain much, but we found the person who painted the portrait based on the signed seal of that portrait."

The suave and suave local scholar in those days has turned into an old man with white beard and hair, but when talking about the scene of the portrait 50 years ago, the old man remembers it very clearly.

He clearly remembered that that beautiful woman, with a tired and anxious face, was carrying a child and said she was rescued on the way.But she had something urgent to leave, and when she saw this talented man, she approached him and asked him to help send the child to the local shantang.

When the scholar saw the woman's beauty, his three souls and seven souls had already drifted to the sky, and he was speechless for a while.

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

And the scholar who was fascinated by him kept Yu Jue privately, hoping to see that woman again.

A piece of jade, a portrait, these are all the things left by the savior.

All the way to find relatives, but in the end they only got a place name, Luo Qingwen was extremely disappointed.She looked at Huang Zelin and said softly: "The scholar said that the mountain village that was slaughtered back then is called Jinxiu Village!"