The county horse is a medicine jar

Meng Yange's peach-blossom eyes rippling with waves, just looked at Lin Sishen with a trace of expectation. She was originally a lonely and easy-going woman, but now she had no choice but to lower her figure and come to beg Lin Sishen. This is only a few people.

Lin Sishen frowned and looked at Meng Yange, who was pear blossoms and raining in front of him, and sighed softly: "My father and the Ninth Prince are the presiding judges in charge of this case, and the people who hunted you should be my father's subordinates. I If I help you, someday this matter will be known by others, and my father may be affected. Meng Yange, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's because your identity is too involved."

Lin Sishen's refusal dimmed the light in Meng Yange's eyes instantly, she slowly raised her head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Actually, I knew in my heart that you would not help me, but I still came to you with hope."

After thinking for a while, Lin Sishen said hesitantly: "Since your companion is injured, he won't be able to escape the capital, so why do you keep guarding him?

Meng Yange understood Lin Sishen's meaning, she looked at Lin Sishen with a complicated expression, and asked softly, "You mean you want me to give up on him?"

Although it was a little cold to say so, Lin Sishen still expressed his thoughts: "When you and your companions did this, you should have died long ago and reborn later. With this awareness, Afterwards, why do you have to struggle to survive, it's just a burden..."

Meng Yange coldly interrupted Lin Sishen, she looked at Lin Sishen with a hint of disappointment in her eyes: "I understand what you mean, but I can't do it, I can't leave my companion alone."

Lin Sishen looked at the decisive Meng Yange in front of him, and his heart was complicated. Although Meng Yange seemed to be carefree, he valued love and righteousness more than her.

Meng Yange couldn't help but asked Lin Sishen: "If you are such a caring person, why did you save me back then?"

Lin Sishen thought for a while, but still told the truth: "I didn't know your identity at that time."

Meng Yange suddenly raised his lips and smiled, and the smile on his exquisite face was tinged with coldness: "If you knew my identity, you wouldn't have saved me in the first place, am I right?"

Lin Sishen didn't deny it, she just sighed lightly, her eyes suddenly became a little dazed: "There are very few people in this world who can live as casually as you do. What's more, with my identity, I seem to be Although it is bright and beautiful, if you make a wrong step, you will be lost forever."

Lin Sishen's words silenced Meng Yange, she is an intelligent woman, she knew that Lin Sishen was in trouble, but she still couldn't help but sneered: "The thing I hate the most in my life is people like you, who are always calculating about people and things. Every step of the way, the stomach is full of bad water."

Her words sounded like she was complaining and disgusting, Lin Sishen couldn't help but chuckled: "There are people like us, so people like you, Miss Meng, are extraordinarily rare and cute."

Meng Yange smiled lightly: "Forget it, at least you didn't call someone to arrest me, and you are not that bad if you know how to repay your kindness."

Although it was true that he couldn't help Meng Yange, Lin Sishen looked at her for a while, and finally reminded her: "Just because you can't give up on your companions, doesn't mean others won't."

Meng Yange raised her eyes and looked at Lin Sishen in surprise, then as if she had thought of something, her delicate and fair face turned pale, and her figure appeared in the middle of the lake in a blink of an eye, her toes lightly tapped the surface of the lake , causing a wave of waves, and then disappeared before Lin Sishen's eyes in a single leap.

Her lightness kung fu was really good, but she disappeared from Lin Sishen's eyes in an instant.

Meng Yange walked west all the way, dodged into a dark corner, avoided the soldiers searching on the street, and finally came quietly to the backyard of an inn, and dodged into a dark stable.

There were two figures in the stable, one was sitting and the other was lying down. When Meng Yange rolled over and entered, the sitting figure suddenly stood up and stared at her with complicated eyes.

In the dim stable, only the moonlight through the gap could vaguely see the figure, Meng Yange went straight to the small figure lying motionless on the haystack, and called softly: "Chi'er."

No one answered.

The standing man glanced at her, then turned his head silently.

Meng Yange noticed something strange, she approached slowly, and only then could she smell the faint smell of blood in the air. Through the moonlight, she saw clearly the pale face of the thin and immature boy on the haystack. His eyes were closed and his face was serene. A dagger was inserted deep into the left atrium.

It looked like it was out of breath.

Meng Yange clenched her fists urgently, her body trembling uncontrollably, she looked at the standing man with red eyes, and shouted in a low voice: "What did you do?"

The man took a step back at a loss, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Chi'er begged me to do this, he knew you would not abandon him. Doing this will be good for you, me, and him."

Meng Yange's eyes were red, she reached out and clenched the scimitar in her sleeve, and approached the man step by step with a stern breath: "Did he beg you, or do you think he is a burden."

The man sensed Meng Yange's killing intent, he stepped back step by step, mustered up the courage and shouted: "Yange, don't be stupid, if you run away with Chi'er, we won't be able to escape at all."

Meng Yange stared at the man coldly, she seemed to have lost her mind, and murmured in a low voice with her pale face downcast: "Why did you kill him, I said I would take him home."

The man trembled and raised his head to look at her, with sad eyes, he asked softly, "Yan Ge, do we still have a home?"

Meng Yange acted as if she hadn't heard of it, but before the man could react, the scimitar in her hand was already pressed against the man's throat.Her voice was cold and angry, and the sharp blade pressed heavily into her skin, oozing a few drops of blood: "The elder said that people in the clan are not allowed to kill each other. If you kill Chi'er now, I will be able to kill each other." Kill you according to the family rules."

The man slowly closed his eyes. He didn't resist, but raised his neck and said in a low voice: "The elder knows your temperament. Before he left, he told me that it is enough to keep you at all costs. I can't let Chi'er To drag you down, if you want to kill me to avenge him, just do it."

The blade that was pressing on his neck was suddenly released, and the sound of the scimitar falling to the ground was harsh. The man suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no one in front of him.

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Lin Sishen looked at the direction in which Meng Yange left, and didn't recover for a long time. After a long time, she suddenly lowered her eyes and sighed softly.

After staying alone in the back garden for a long time, Lin Sishen was about to leave, but after taking two steps, there was a sudden sound of soft footsteps, and she turned around sharply, only to see Meng Yange's pale eyes Standing empty before her.

Lin Sishen frowned, and said helplessly, "Why do you..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Yange suddenly rushed over and slammed into Lin Sishen's arms. Lin Sishen was knocked back by the second half of his sentence, and not only that, but also took two steps back before he stabilized his body. There was also a faint soreness.

Meng Yange wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his head in the hollow of her shoulders, and hugged her tightly without saying a word, not letting go.

Lin Sishen grabbed her arm and pushed it twice without pushing it away. She looked around with a little embarrassment, and then asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Yange huddled in her arms and didn't speak, but the hands around her waist tightened a little bit, and Lin Sishen felt a little hurt when he strangled her.

Lin Sishen raised her hand and was about to try to push her away, but suddenly felt warm and moist water stains on her neck, and slowly lowered her raised hand, she sighed faintly and said in a low voice: " Are you OK."

Meng Yange still didn't say a word, and after a long time, he said sullenly, "Chi'er is dead."

So, Lin Sishen knew that her guess was right. Even if Meng Yange couldn't do it, it didn't mean that her other companion couldn't do it. She felt a little regretful, and after thinking about it, she comforted her: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm. ..."

Meng Yange's hands around her waist tightened again, and interrupted her in a low voice: "Chi'er is only 13 years old."

Lin Sishen felt that it was awkward to be hugged by her like this, but now he couldn't push her away, so he could only comfort her softly: "Then he will be very happy too, because his sister Yange is fine."

Meng Yange sniffled and let go of her, took two steps back and lowered her head and said, "I just want to find someone to hug me suddenly, don't think about it."

Lin Sishen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the wet piece of cloth on his shoulder, smiled and shook his head and said, "I didn't think much about it."

Meng Yange pursed her lips and raised her head, her red eyes made her look pitiful, but she still replied coldly, "You'd better not think too much about it, I don't like a man full of bad things like you .”

Obviously she rushed up and hugged herself and cried, but after crying, she coldly warned herself not to think too much, Lin Sishen spread her hands helplessly and said, "I really didn't think too much, I just got married yesterday."

What's more, she is not a man.

Meng Yange glanced at her, then turned his back to her: "We're settled."

It is true that no one owes anyone after the two are settled, Lin Sishen nodded, but finally said: "Meng Yange, you should think more about yourself in everything in the future."

"En." Meng Yange turned around and glanced at her absent-mindedly, then agreed, and then left.

This person is really reckless, Lin Sishen shook his head with a sigh of relief, then walked slowly back to Liuguang Pavilion.

Although it was late at night, Shen Qinghou didn't rest. When Lin Sishen pushed the door and entered, the room was still lit with candles, and Shen Qinghou was sitting at the desk writing something.

Lin Sishen closed the door and stood behind the door for a long time, before Shen Qinghou looked up at her, she coughed lightly and asked, "Why doesn't the princess rest?"

It wasn't until she interrupted that Shen Qinghou's pen-holding hand paused, and a tiny drop of ink fell on the white paper, and then smudged.Shen Qinghou raised her eyes, and her deep pupils became darker and darker under the dim candlelight. She glanced at Lin Sishen faintly, and said, "Wait for you."

Lin Sishen's eyebrows twitched when she heard the words, she coughed lightly and walked slowly to the desk, glanced at the white paper in front of Shen Qinghou, and said with a smile: "If I don't come back, the princess will just rest, why bother?" wait for me."

Shen Qinghou put down his pen, looked at Lin Sishen in front of him with closed eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Lin had a private meeting with the beautiful woman at night, presumably he forgot about me, his new wife."

If someone else said this, it might be the attitude of a boudoir who complains about a woman, but Shen Qingwan said it was calm and calm.

Lin Sishen raised his lips and smiled calmly: "Did you see it?"

Shen Qinghou's eyes turned cold: "Mr. Lin is so blatant, could it be that he wants me to see him?"

Lin Sishen did not deny that since Meng Yange entered the General's Mansion, she knew that Shen Qinghou had noticed it.If she secretly reminded Meng Yange to change places, it would appear that she was guilty.

She smiled lightly, and explained Meng Yange's identity: "She is the woman who saved me in Manxiang Tower."

Shen Qinghou didn't seem to be surprised, her eyes fell leisurely on Lin Sishen's shoulder, and then said softly: "Isn't Mr. Lin afraid of General Lin's discovery of a late-night private meeting with Mrs. Lin, a woman of a foreign race who was arrested by the whole city?"

Lin Sishen shrugged his shoulders, and said with a relaxed face: "Her lightness kung fu is very good, I'm afraid no one in this mansion will notice her coming here except the princess."

Shen Qinghou stood up slowly, she folded the white paper on the table with downcast eyes and put it aside casually, said with a half-smile: "Young Master Lin played a good show with me tonight, under the moonlight, the handsome man and the beautiful woman Reluctantly cuddling and hugging."

Lin Sishen frowned slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a picture scroll under the white paper that Shen Qinghou had just accepted, with something vaguely drawn on it, but he didn't see clearly with a casual glance.

After thinking for a moment, she asked softly: "Has the princess heard of the enmity between the foreign race and the prince?"

Shen Qinghou looked up at her, and replied coldly: "En."

After she finished speaking, she walked past Lin Sishen, walked straight to the sandalwood stand by the door, took a silk handkerchief and moistened it with clean water, and wiped her hands clean.

Lin Sishen lowered his eyes to look at the two pieces of rice paper placed in a corner of the desk, then turned to look at Shen Qinghou and said, "The princess should know that keeping them can deal with the prince."

Shen Qinghou replied coldly: "You don't need to explain to me what you plan to do."

Lin Sishen was a little puzzled, she frowned and said in a low voice, "Didn't the princess say that she would cooperate with me?"

He clearly said that he wanted to join forces with Lin Sishen, but he never mentioned anything to her, and he didn't even interfere with her private actions, which made people feel a little strange.

Shen Qingwan just reminded her vaguely: "Today's level is not tilted."

Tian Ping refers to the crown prince and the second prince, they are now evenly matched, if someone else makes a move, it will make them vigilant and stop for the time being.

What Shen Qingwan meant was that when the crown prince and the second prince were fighting openly and secretly, they just had to sit back and watch the tigers fight, keeping a low profile and keeping a low profile. Premature exposure would only be counterproductive.She doesn't intend to interfere with Lin Sishen now, and she doesn't reveal anything, it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

Lin Sishen was contemplating and suddenly raised his head to see Shen Qinghou who was standing beside the bed taking off his coat. Under the candlelight, her figure wrapped under the dress slowly emerged before his eyes. Lin Sishen took a deep breath and turned around hastily.

On the contrary, he didn't have any defense against her, so he just undressed in front of her.

Lin Sishen moved behind the screen with small steps, and lay down on the couch with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Lin Sishen, who planned to wait for Shen Qinghou to fall asleep before falling asleep carefully, sniffed the faint fragrance in the air, and fell into a deep sleep again in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes and it was daylight again, Lin Sishen lay down on the couch and slept all night without taking off her clothes. When she got up, she felt her head was a little heavy.

She poked her head out from the screen and was relieved to see that Shen Qinghou was not in the room.

Mo Zhu knocked on the door and came in to help her wash up. Seeing that she seemed to be in a bad mood, he hurriedly reached out and clasped her wrist to check her pulse.

Seeing Mo Zhu put down her hand and sighed, Lin Sishen asked, "I won't be sick again?"

Mo Zhu stood on tiptoe and touched her forehead, then angrily and amusedly said: "Young Master, can't you feel it yourself?"

Lin Sishen also touched his forehead and asked, "Typhoid fever?"

Mo Zhu gave her a blank look, and pushed her towards the bed: "Today, my lord, just lie down and drink the medicine."

Lin Sishen turned around and brushed her hand away, hurriedly said: "Don't lie down here, this is the bed where the princess sleeps."

Mo Zhu ignored her resistance, and directly pressed her on the bed: "As long as the servants go to get the medicine, the old lady will know, when the old lady comes and sees you lying on the cloud couch, what will the old lady think, don't need to say more about it .”

Lin Sishen lay down obediently, the scent in her nostrils was a little stronger, elegant and indifferent without feeling pungent, she propped herself up and asked, "Where did the princess go?"

Mo Zhu glanced at her and jokingly said: "It's early in the morning in the back garden, if the young master misses the princess, this servant will go and help the young master to invite the princess back."

Lin Sishen knew that Mo Zhu was teasing him, so he smiled helplessly and said, "No need, you girl is begging to be beaten."

I don't know if Mo Zhu really invited Shen Qinghou here, or if Shen Qinghou came back by himself. Not long after Mo Zhu left, Shen Qinghou returned to Liuguang Pavilion accompanied by Lan Qing and Lu Yin.

As soon as Shen Qinghou entered the door, he saw Lin Sishen wrapped up like a cicada chrysalis, lying on his bed with only one head exposed.

She wasn't unhappy at all, she just walked to the bed and raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you sick?"

Seeing her, Lin Sishen wanted to get up, and she explained with some guilt: "Slight typhoid fever is fine, grandma may come later, so I just..."

Shen Qinghou flicked his sleeves, stretched out his hand to lightly press Lin Sishen's shoulder, and motioned for her to lie down: "It's okay, just rest first."

"Thank you Princess." Lin Sishen lay back obediently, not knowing where to look, he could only stare at the carved bed eaves without moving.

Shen Qinghou sat beside her, and she didn't seem to intend to leave. She looked at Lin Sishen's pale face, frowned slightly and asked softly, "Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Never." Lin Sishen shook his head, and finally added: "I'm not hungry."

"After all, you need to eat something. If you wait to drink the medicine, you may not be able to eat it." Shen Qinghou glanced at her lightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied, and then she ordered Lan Qing, who was on the side, to go to the back kitchen to get some. Bowl of porridge.

When Lan Qing went to get the porridge, Shen Qinghou wetted a handkerchief and put it on Lin Sishen's hot forehead, then tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and stayed by Lin Sishen's side all the time.

Lin Sishen was a little flattered and a little embarrassed, Shen Qinghou's behavior really looked like a gentle and virtuous wife, but the more she behaved like this, the more uneasy Lin Sishen became. Lying beside Shen Qinghou, her heart was beating wildly .

Can't tell if it's from embarrassment or something else.

But Shen Qinghou didn't seem to be unusual, and asked in a cold voice: "Your body is really too weak. You seem to have been sick several times during the time I've been in the capital, right?"

Lin Sishen sighed helplessly and replied: "It's not like you don't know, I was often sick when I was young, and everyone outside said I was a medicine jar."

Shen Qinghou frowned, and said with a complicated expression: "If you really go to the border with your body..."

Halfway through the sentence, Lin Sishen knew what the second half of her sentence was, so she lowered her eyes and smiled without opening her mouth.

After a while, when Lan Qing brought the clear porridge, Shen Qinghou took it and held it in his hand.

"Thank you, princess." Lin Sishen thanked, sat up and reached out to take it, but unexpectedly, Shen Qingwan raised his hand and avoided it.

Shen Qinghou raised her eyes and glanced at her with a half-smile, then lowered her eyes to fixate on the snow-white spoon.Lin Sishen's eyes fell on her hands. Shen Qinghou, whose ten fingers did not touch the spring water, slightly raised his white and slender little finger, and was stirring the hot porridge in the bowl for her.

It was just a very common movement, but it was so elegant and tactful in the eyes of others.

After the hot porridge cooled down a bit, Shen Qinghou picked up a spoonful with a spoon, and handed it to Lin Sishen's mouth.

Lin Sishen came back to her senses, her pale complexion turned red slightly, she turned her head slightly in embarrassment and said in a low voice: "Princess, I... I'll just do it myself."

She only had a mild typhoid fever, and it wasn't that her hand was broken, so sitting on the bed and enjoying Shen Qinghou's service really made her uneasy.

Shen Qinghou pursed her lips into a smile, fixed her long and deep eyes on Lin Sishen, and held the hand holding the spoon to her mouth motionlessly, silently rejecting her proposal.

The two stalemate like this for a while, Lin Sishen finally opened his mouth, and carefully swallowed the porridge that Shen Qinghou fed her. The warm porridge was warm in her stomach, but she was full of anxiety.

Finally, Shen Qinghou fed Lin Sishen a bowl of porridge, and then Mo Zhu came to deliver a bowl of boiled medicine.

Lin Sishen fell into a drowsy sleep all morning, and when she woke up again, she was covered in cold sweat. She got up and looked around, but the door was closed and there was no sign of her.

Lin Sishen originally planned to go out for a walk, but when she walked to the window, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of two overlapping rice papers placed in the corner of the desk, which were written by Shen Qinghou last night.

Out of curiosity, and no one was around, Lin Sishen boldly unfolded the two pieces of rice paper secretly. The first one was just a poem, which is nothing unusual, but Shen Qingwan's handwriting is really beautiful.

The pen and ink horizontal posture is smooth, and the font is handsome and elegant but slightly sharp, which not only makes people's eyes shine. Although Lin Sishen is not an expert, he can also see that Shen Qingwan's calligraphy is comparable to many masters in the world.

After looking at Shen Qinghou's ink brush, Lin Sishen was obviously more curious about the painting that she glanced at last night. She carefully lifted the rice paper covering it, and then fixed her eyes, and suddenly froze in place with a stiff expression on her face.

I saw that there were not many pens and inks on the rice paper, but only a lifelike red apricot was drawn.

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