Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

The familiar and pleasant smell filled the tip of the nose, so close that he could clearly feel A Chi's chaotic heartbeat.

Qinghe is rarely so close to people. She was born separated from her aunt forever, and was raised by the nanny since she was a child. A few years ago, the nanny passed away, and there was one less person who could get close to her.

Fortunately, the one who hugged her was not an outsider, and she couldn't bear to feel disgusted, and the palms that were used to being cold gradually warmed up.

A Chi's body was very warm, like a little sun hanging in the sky.

When the sun shines on the earth, everything can grow in an orderly manner.

Qinghe is a small grass illuminated by "he", the wind and the rain, the wildfire is endless.

"Have a nightmare?"

The gentle voice flowed into Chi Heng's heart, she was reluctant to let go, pretended not to be awake, and did not speak, the hand around the other's slender waist controlled the strength and tightened little by little.

Sensing 'his' heart, Qinghe silently raised his lips, resting his sharp chin on the little general's shoulder.

Rain fell from the sky, and the raindrops dripped water marks along the window, no one cared.

After half a cup of tea, Chi Heng's frightened and frightened mood was relieved by the cool body temperature in his arms.

Dreams are nightmares.

She dreamed that Wanwan was dead.

Died in her arms, with bloodless lips opening and closing, saying words that she couldn't hear no matter how hard she tried, with her usual light and gentle smile in her closed eyes.

She didn't understand the reason for that smile, and felt pain in her heart for no reason.

"Sister Qinghe..."

"Achi, don't be afraid."

The gentle and powerful voice smoothed Chi Heng's trembling heartstrings, she thought, Wanwan will always be like this, so calm and terrifying.Scary and soft-hearted.

After being soothed by her, the lingering fear in the little general's heart dissipated like a cloud of smoke, his face was stained with a smile again, and he forgot himself for a while, rubbing his cheek against the girl's slender neck.

Then, he was ruthlessly pushed away.

Qing He looked at her with pampering and unquestionable eyes, and Chi Heng was playing tricks, refusing to admit to eating the tofu from the girl's home, and put his hand on his forehead: "Oh, I've been asleep for a long time, and my head is so muddled."

It made it impossible for people to get angry with her.

She smiled unabated: "A Chi, the uncle agreed to take care of my body."

In a word, Chi Heng immediately became energetic: "Uncle Master? You mean Doctor Jiang?"

"Yeah." Qing He glanced at her, then turned his eyes to the little general's chest: "Are you still up?"

"Get up now." Chi Heng threw off the thin quilt, stood up, and bent over to put on his boots.

Staring at the top of her hair, Shen Qinghe's eyes flickered, and the shelved plan came to his mind again.

Walking out the door, the eaves covered the roof, the spring breeze blew the hair around her ears, and her fingertips brushed against her pale scarlet neck, she sighed faintly.

Longevity, given a choice, who would not want to live a long life?But her real "longevity" lies in her unwavering love with Ah Chi and staying together till old age.

"It's not good to be so worried at such a young age."

Jiang Xi looked up at the misty clouds in the distance: "If you want to harvest, you have to plow first, and then you have to wait quietly after plowing. With your scheming, people should have fallen into the palm long ago. Now that you have fallen into Wuzhi Mountain, why don't you worry about it?"

She uncovered Qinghe's scheme with one word, Qinghe didn't take it as disobedience, and humbly accepted the teaching: "What the master said is true."

"Master!"

The little general was dressed in new clothes, and ran out of the bamboo hut flamboyantly. When he saw Jiang Xi, he yelled closer than his relatives.

Sitting in the peach tree, Jiang Xi tilted her head and laughed at her: "Who is your uncle?"

"Whoever agrees will do it." When the words fell, Chi Heng quickly restrained his expression of laughter: "Uncle Lao is concerned about Wanwan's cold illness."

Miracle doctor Jiang raised his eyebrows, admiring his nephew's ability to teach people.

But Chi Heng should call her "Uncle Master", she jumped down: "Chi Heng, come with me."

Speaking of her name and surname, Chi Heng was surprised how she could reveal her identity in a single word, and subconsciously looked at Qinghe.

Qinghe shook his head slightly.

"Aheng, why don't you come soon?"

"coming!"

Passing by, she said softly, "Sister Qinghe, I'll come back as soon as I go."

……

In the bamboo hut, the windows were open, and the slanting wind and drizzle were blowing in. Jiang Xi sat on a pear wooden stool in his clothes, staring at the little general for nearly half an hour with deep eyebrows.

Chi Heng was stared at inexplicably, and he didn't dare to ask, so he kept his mouth shut and acted like a mute.

The sound of wind, rain, bamboo leaves, the sound of the ear.

After a long time, Jiang Xi said with satisfaction: "It's not bad. Come and find me tonight."

Until she walked away, Chi Heng didn't understand what was good, and couldn't help but slander: This master, didn't he come from a Taoist temple?

She guessed the truth by mistake, but she didn't want more truth to wait for her after a while.

The clouds are disappearing and the rain is coming, scattered stars light up in the sky, and the moon climbs up implicitly.

Xingyue was relatively silent, and the two walking under the moon were also speechless.

"Uncle..."

"Don't worry, we'll talk at the top of the mountain."

Running up to climb the mountain without sleep at night, Chi Heng was full of doubts and raised his legs to follow.

Standing on the top of a high mountain, with long hair blown by the evening wind, Jiang Xi was silent for a while, then chuckled: "Are you confused, you are born as a boy despite being a girl?"

Chi Heng suddenly wanted to draw his sword!

Touching the air behind her back with her hands, she was startled to realize that [Dan Xing] was not with her.

She forced herself to calm down, her temperament was sharper than the light of a knife, her brows were cold, and every word she said was cold to the heart:

"What's the meaning of Uncle Master's words? Could it be that I, Young Master Chi, have such a good temper that you forgot my identity? Or did you forget your identity when I called you Uncle Master?"

"I will never forget my identity, and I know who you are." Jiang Xi stretched out her left hand, and through the brilliance of the stars and moon, she could see the disorganized texture of her palm, as if a very strong force forcibly broke her fortune telling.

Chi Heng didn't know much about this way, but he still recognized it at a glance - this was a sign of backlash.

She frowned slightly.

"Did you see it? This is God's punishment. It almost killed me 14 years ago."

Jiang Xie's eyes were bright: "Can you still not see who is the person who helps you disguise yourself as a man and cover up the secret?"

She took out a small wooden sign with a cat's face from her bosom, and when Chi Heng saw it, he shouted: "It's you!?"

Regarding this point, there are countless doubts in her heart: why did her father announce that she was a man when she was just born?Why on the second day after birth, the palace sent an imperial doctor to check the pulse?Why does dad always demand her with stricter standards?

"why?"

"To keep you alive."

Chi Heng took a step forward and looked at her mottled and chaotic palm prints: "But you almost died, and in order to keep me alive, you are not even afraid of death. What are you planning?"

Jiang Xi folded his palms together and hid them in his sleeves.

Her voice was ethereal, as if it came from far away: "Everyone has his own destiny, now is not the time for you to understand."

The little general turned his face coldly: "Then tell me, what can I understand now?"

"Su Jie is my second junior sister, and I am indeed your senior uncle. I, Su Jie, Tang Jiu, and Xinglou, we were the closest senior sisters. Ah Heng, you can trust me completely."

"I believe that you are my uncle. I have believed you since you took out the cat face wooden plaque. Master has something to say, which is the most important token of the master. Besides, Dad and I mentioned you, if it is not You and I will not be the third son of Chi for 14 years."

She raised her head and took a deep breath: "Okay, I won't ask too many questions, it's useless to ask left and right."

She is open-minded by nature, always has kind expectations for the world, bright and bright, she is definitely not a person who is in the middle of the horns, and never asks for troubles, otherwise she will not become the little sun in Qinghe's heart.

There is no need to embarrass those who gave their lives to help her with the secrets in her body. Without the permission of her parents, it is absolutely impossible for her to disguise herself as a man.

If you want to know the inside story, instead of asking your uncle, you might as well go home and ask your parents, but Yoo Mo didn't get a decent answer.

When it was time for her to know, she couldn't hide it.

She had a clear mind, and quickly put her own affairs behind her: "Master, Wanwan her cold illness..."

"It's not cold disease, it's cold poison."

"Cold poison!?" Chi Heng raised his voice: "How could it be cold poison? Who harmed Wanwan??"

"Aheng, if you want to see the way forward as soon as possible, you need to grow up quickly. Not only do we need you, Qinghe needs you even more."

The conversation that night ended here.

In the end, it was this advice that echoed in Chi Heng's ears, over and over again, haunting her in dreams for several nights.

The east was pale, and Chi Heng had been practicing swords for an hour.

She worked hard, every knife she swung seemed to be slashing at the enemy, she hated to the bone and was full of killing intent.

Liuqin and Liuse accompanied her to practice martial arts, but after fighting for dozens of rounds, they were forced to retreat, avoiding their edge, and did not dare to fight again.

Qinghe stood under the eaves and watched intently for a long time, saw Jiang Xi coming towards him, and asked, "Did Master tell 'him'?"

Knowing that she was smart, Jiang Xi flicked her sleeves: "That's right, she needs motivation."

To grow, there must be motivation.

Ah Heng didn't care so much about his own affairs, but he cared more about this green plum next door.

[Wan Xing] Slashed through the air, the wind of the knife was unprecedentedly fierce, [Lie Yan Thirteen Knives] slashed with the last knife, Chi Heng's inner shirt was soaked, and he gasped for breath while holding the knife.

hateful!Who harmed Wanwan?

"A Chi."

Before he had time to wipe off the profuse sweat, Qinghe wiped off the hot sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, and said softly, "Let's take a break."

"Yeah!" The little general still smiled innocently.

Not far away, Jiang Xi saw her, smiled, and went back to the house to fiddle with herbs.

She tried to reconcile the cold poison in Qinghe's body, and Qinghe was also taking medicine these days.

Jiang Xing caught a glimpse of the medicinal materials placed together, and Jiang Xing smiled secretly.

"Uncle, this is between me and A Chi."

"Okay, make trouble as you like. But..." She smiled and said, "Ah Heng is still young, take it easy."

What she said was a bit 'disrespectful', Qing He didn't change his face, and asked: "What do you think I am going to do?"

This nephew!

Jiang Xi looked sympathetically at a certain person who was practicing sword after eating, and thought: How will Ah Heng live in the days to come?

It is difficult to hide money in a private house.

Qinghe was grateful for the little general Runwu's thoughtfulness in a silent manner, even though she learned the truth from her uncle, she never came to ask her about the cold poison in her body.

Which family in the Shengjing Gaomen compound has no unspeakable secrets, and she doesn't want to talk about those dirty things with A Chi at all.

Every family has inhumane things, even the Chi family, isn't it very likely that they are hiding a shocking secret?

Compared with detoxification, she wants to know whether A Chi is a woman or not.

Cloud Silk Grass, Die Mi Hua, combined with twelve kinds of medicinal materials, took nine days to make the incense slices, and Qinghe gave it a well-known name when he had nothing to do.

[Butterfly Fragrance] is usually used to soothe the nerves and refresh the mind, but if combined with the smell of alcohol, it will be [-] to [-] times more effective than the Mongolian sweat medicines that appear on the market. It was developed by Qinghe who lived in the backyard for a long time. the results.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, Die Meng Zhuang Zhou, [Butterfly Fragrance] ignited, the smell of wine diffused, and the world often couldn't tell the real from the fake.

What Qing He wanted was exactly what Chi Heng couldn't tell.

After the knife practice was over, the little general was sweating profusely, and hurriedly fetched water and ran to his room to take a bath.

"Miss, take a rest."

Distressed that she was addicted to medicine, half an hour passed without drinking a sip of water, Liu Se brought a cup of fragrant tea.

After being reminded by her, Qinghe felt thirsty, the tea moistened his throat, his lips were moistened with warm water, and after looking at the unfinished incense slices, he knew that he should not rush for success.

She wants to be clear about everything.

A Chi is a man, so everything will remain as usual.It is certain that the Chi family has no second thoughts, and the big stone in her heart can be put down safely.

If A Chi is a woman... she needs to think about more.

She didn't like to be stuck in the same place with random thoughts, cut off the unformed ideas in her mind, drank half a cup of tea, and continued to make medicine.

Instead of waiting for the truth to come to her, why not take the initiative to uncover the truth!

Except for the little general who can make her forget to eat and sleep, Qin and Se can't think of anyone else who has such ability.

It's just, what exactly is Miss Pharmaceutical going to do? You don't want to drug the little general, do you?

Three quarters of an hour later, Chi Heng came out of the bamboo house refreshed, poured out the bath water, and put the barrel back on its place.

After washing her hands again, she walked over slowly: "Wanwan, what are you doing?"

She had just finished taking a bath, her whole body was full of fragrance, and Qinghe's lips parted lightly: "What do you think?"

"I can't guess."

She was not interested in these herbal medicines since she was a child. Except for the ability to identify traumatic herbal medicines that are needed daily for marching and fighting, if she were to tell her the truth about the others, it would be to make things difficult for her.

Knowing that Wanwan would not explain her doubts, she lacked interest and sat on a round wooden bench a few steps away, watching quietly without disturbing.

The two have long been used to this silence.

The spring is bright and beautiful, and I don't know how long it has been, Qinghe put down the herbs in his hands, tilted his head, and saw the little general lying on the table sleeping soundly.

She chuckled, and simply sat down across the table, leaning on her arms to look at the sleeping general's beautiful profile.

Liuqin and Liuse didn't dare to disturb her.

The years are quiet and good, no more, no less, on the ninth day, the incense slices are made.

At dusk, Qing and Julan rested under the peach tree, while Liuqin recited military books for her.

Everything is ready, Jiang Xi is waiting to see the excitement.

Night fell quietly, and after dinner, Chi Heng hurriedly went outside the bamboo house to play with the knife for half an hour. The Tang knife was sheathed, and stopped in the open area to blow the evening breeze. After sweating, he went back to the room to take a bath.

The room was brightly lit, and the young general who was drying his hair was wearing an undershirt, looking boredly at the biographies of famous generals on the bedside.

She doesn't like the love books that young men and women are keen on nowadays, and what she reads most is the heroic deeds of defending the country.

Becoming a famous general is one of her few ambitions in this life.

But holding her favorite "Jiang Gongzhuan" tonight, it is rare that she can't read it.

A long sigh.

The biography was collected by her.

What does Master mean by this?The only one who can save Wanwan is me, how should I save her?

If the medicine is not here, where is the medicine?

Wanwan doesn't seem to care, but she has been tortured by the cold poison for more than ten years, who doesn't want to recover soon?

Who is killing her?Is the death of Wan Wan's mother also related to this matter?

After thinking about it, her chest felt tight, and her worries increased.

Just as he was about to practice inner strength and mental methods, the crisp bell sounded in his ears accompanied by the evening breeze.

ring?

She was startled suddenly: "Wanwan!"

Before he had time to put on his boots, Chi Heng rushed out the door with a knife in hand!

"Wanwan—"

The door was pushed open, and the smell of alcohol came in. Out of the instincts he had trained since childhood, Chi Heng's hand holding the knife tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible, refusing to succumb to the destructive force of the medicine.

She gritted her teeth and refused to give in, Qinghe sighed: "A Chi, I am here."

The familiar voice swayed into the atrium like water waves, seeing that she was safe, Chi Heng suddenly gave up resistance, let go of the fingers holding the knife, and resigned himself to falling into the girl's arms full of medicinal fragrance.

"Achi..." Qinghe called softly.

The two of them, Qin and Se, followed her instructions with strange expressions and went outside to guard the gate.

The two sisters looked at each other in blank dismay, astonishing guesses popped up in their minds at the same time: Could it be that Miss wants to...

God, this is too impatient!

Qinghe admits that she is impatient, and the cold poison has penetrated deep into her internal organs. Her life span is different from ordinary people, she doesn't have so much time to squander, and she has no patience to wait for fate to be merciful like a fool.

What she wants, she will do whatever she can to get it.

And Chi Heng is the bottom line of all her actions.

The bottom line is for sticking to it.

She wants to ensure the safety of this person.

It is even more important to express your yearning clearly and plainly.

She can wait, but her waiting must be based on knowing who 'he' is.

After exhausting all his strength to move the completely unconscious person to the bed, Qing He was so tired that his face turned pale, and he sat on the edge of the bed and watched for a long time, his heart beating chaotically.

The chaos was so disorganized, she took a deep breath, and with trembling hands, she untied the belt around the little general's waist, thinking: I just take a look.