A gentleman riding a red dust smile

What Song Lingshuang wanted Changsun Jue to help confirm was simple.He wanted to know if Changsun Jue could absorb the power of amethyst into his body like he did back then.

Changsun Jue tried several times, but concluded that he couldn't.

Song Lingshuang was thoughtful but did not explain.Changsun Jue didn't ask too much, he knew that when Song Lingshuang thought it through, he would explain it himself.

The two swam back to the lake through the long underground river.

The underground river water was extremely dark and cold. Song Lingshuang was afraid that Changsun Jue would be cold, so she turned her head to look at Changsun's expression several times, but there was no difference.After landing, he was too embarrassed to touch his hand or forehead to test his body temperature, so he had to give up.

After a short rest, they set off back to Minghe.

In order to avoid Mrs. Shuang being too surprised, Changsun Jue sent a message back in advance.So when Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue walked into the Luhuadang along the path in the night and finally entered the house, Mrs. Shuang had been waiting for a long time.

To Song Lingshuang's surprise, there was only one other person in the room besides Mrs. Shuang.

This person is Changsun Fu.

Changsun Jue noticed Song Lingshuang's gaze and explained: "Mingzhao is someone you can trust. He has taken care of all the disciples' affairs these years. Without him, we would not have been able to get in so smoothly without being noticed by others."

Since Mrs. Shuang and Changsun Jue were willing to disclose to Changsun Fu that they were still alive, Song Lingshuang would naturally not doubt this trust.He nodded his thanks to Changsun Fu, only then realized that the sleeve of Changsun Fu's right hand was actually empty.

Although they had received a summons in advance, Mrs. Shuang and Changsun Fu were still shocked when they saw Song Lingshuang in person.Back then they saw him drank the poison and was thrown into the samsara, but now this man stands in front of them unscathed!

Madam Shuang walked up to Song Lingshuang with a serious expression.She stared at Song Lingshuang for a long time, and suddenly said sharply, "Kneel down!"

Although these words came unexpectedly, Song Lingshuang did not hesitate, and fell to his knees in front of Mrs. Shuang.

Mrs. Shuang: "Do you still recognize me as a teacher?"

Song Lingshuang lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "You will always be my mistress."

Madam Shuang's eyes flickered slightly, "Since you recognize me as Mistress, you are the disciple of the Changsun family. Are you not?"

Song Lingshuang: "As long as my wife still recognizes me as an unworthy disciple, I, Song Lingshuang, will always be Changsun's disciple." He raised his head to meet Mrs. Shuang's stern gaze.

Madam Shuang raised her hand. Everyone thought she was going to slap her in the next moment, but she unexpectedly hugged Song Lingshuang who was kneeling on the ground firmly into her arms.

She complained and felt sorry for, "Why didn't you know to go home all these years?" Song Lingshuang seemed to cry when she heard her, "Even if you don't come back, it's good to say something!" She hugged her tighter and tighter, making Song Lingshuang Some are out of breath.

"Master..."

Song Lingshuang put his arms around her, feeling that the person in his arms was so thin.He is guilty and grateful.The temperature in Mrs. Shuang's arms made him feel as if he had returned to the days when someone loved him. It also let him know that even though his life and whereabouts were unknown, there were still longings in places he couldn't see.

He exerted more force on his arm, "Master, Ling Shuang misses you too!"

After hugging like this for a while, Song Lingshuang felt the subdued sobs in his arms gradually subside, and then let go of his hand and asked: "Master, Ling Shuang is not here, no one is making fun of you, don't you eat well? What's the matter?" Lost so much? Is it not good to eat with a wooden man like A Jue? Yes, he is not very good at eating!"

Mrs. Shuang laughed through tears, and Song Lingshuang was the best at making her laugh in the past.

Song Lingshuang also laughed, "That's great, my wife hasn't changed at all. She still looks so good when she smiles!"

"You are poor! Mistress hasn't forgiven you yet!" Mrs. Shuang pulled him to sit down, "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Song Lingshuang gave a general account of what had happened in these years, and also briefly told what he had discovered with Changsun Jue these days.

Song Lingshuang: "So, I would like to ask my wife to tell Ling Shuang what I know about Concubine Xie, Mr. Chang and Xiqi."

Mrs. Shuang heard the words, "What happened back then is indeed strange, but whether it is related to Xiqi needs to be carefully considered. Regarding Xiqi's past, I only know a little bit from your master. It is too late today, and I will talk about it tomorrow." Bar."

Song Lingshuang was not in a hurry for this moment, and it was indeed late at night, so he couldn't disturb him any longer, so he said, "Okay. Madam, please rest earlier."

Madam Shuang nodded, and said to Changsun Fu and Song Lingshuang, "You two go to rest first." Then she said to Changsun Jue, "You stay, I still have something to tell you."

Song Lingshuang glanced at Changsun Jue.He looked a little tired, but his expression was normal.So Song Lingshuang left the house with his eldest grandson Fu, but did not go far.

"Your room is still there, and it has been tidied up." Changsun Fu said.

Song Lingshuang: "Thank you." But he didn't intend to leave.

"Aren't you going back?" Changsun Fu asked.

"I'll wait for him." Song Lingshuang replied.

"Maybe we have to wait for a while." Changsun Fu glanced into the room.

"I don't know what to say to my mistress secretly." Song Lingshuang asked curiously.

The eldest grandson Fu Weilu was surprised, "Didn't he say anything to you?"

Song Lingshuang: "Say what?"

Changsun Fu was silent for a while, and finally shook his head, "It's better for him to tell you by himself."

Song Lingshuang felt strange.But after all, he just came back, and he was not much different from the same outsider. Sun Jue, the head of affairs in the sect, had no obligation to explain to himself, so he didn't care too much.

He looked at Changsun Fu, "Aren't you going?"

Changsun Fu: "I'll wait with you. In case a disciple passes by, it's good to have someone to take care of him."

When he was young, Sun Fu hated him the most. Song Lingshuang never thought that he would take such good care of him.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the moonlight was so bright that the lights in the yard seemed a little dim.Song Lingshuang glanced at the empty sleeve on Changsun Fu's right hand, and asked, "Who hurt your hand? Was it Hua Zhongyang..."

Changsun Fu glanced at his non-existent right arm, and replied calmly, "No."

Song Lingshuang: "Who is that?"

Changsun Fu couldn't see much emotion on his face, "No matter who it is, it's because I deserve it."

Song Lingshuang vaguely figured out something, and suddenly opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "It can't be... is it Shi Niang? Or A Jue?"

"It's the Young Sovereign." Zhang Sunfu didn't intend to hide it deliberately. He said it easily, and even gave Song Lingshuang a comforting look, "I will hand you a bottle of Duan Hun San, and I will pay you a right hand. It is fair."

Song Lingshuang shook his head, "You don't owe me anything. I was the one who dragged everyone down and traded my life for the safety of everyone in Luhuadang. You did nothing wrong."

This time it was Changsun Fu's turn to shake his head, "I didn't understand Master's words back then, but later I realized that to protect a sect is not to protect its rules and its prestige in front of outsiders, but the people inside. Lose an arm, learn a truth, no loss."

He smiled sincerely at Song Lingshuang.At that time, he paranoidly thought that Master and Mistress were favoring Song Lingshuang, but after going through everything, he realized that no matter who Hua Zhongyang wanted at that time, Mistress would not hand it over easily.

Song Lingshuang looked at his eldest grandson Fu Kongji's sleeves, feeling guilty.Physical disability is no small matter for anyone, especially for practitioners.Because this means that the cultivation base will face the limit, and it may not be possible to break through in a lifetime.

He said softly, "I'm sorry for you, don't... blame him."

Changsun Fu was slightly taken aback, then laughed, his expression was a little more relaxed than before.As if he thought he was standing stiffly, he motioned for Song Lingshuang to sit down on the steps with him.

Changsun Fu said frankly, "It's not strange now." It would be too hypocritical to say that he never hated, but the intricate details in it have long been unclear.

Song Lingshuang was obviously framed back then, but because he took things too superficially, Changsun Jue was unable to rescue Song Lingshuang in the future, and his life was hanging by a thread.Madam Shuang didn't blame him, and told him many stories.Even though he knew that he was doomed to be unable to reach the pinnacle of cultivation due to his disability, he was still entrusted with important tasks these years.His unwillingness has long been replaced by gratitude.

He turned his head and said to Song Lingshuang, "I heard from my wife. Back then, she was trapped in a cold pool with her master and a group of young monks. It was thanks to the rescue of Song Zongzhu and Mrs. Song that she escaped. Without the two of them , Master, Mistress, and my father have already died at the bottom of the pond."

Song Lingshuang didn't know this.He suddenly remembered that Hua Yunzheng's soul had mentioned that Huachen's cold illness was also brought out of his mother's womb. Perhaps Huachen's mother was also among the monks trapped in the cold pool at that time.

Changsun Fu paused for a moment, then continued, "There is also the matter of saving the young suzerain when you were young, and my wife also told me."

Song Lingshuang knew what he was talking about.

Song Lingshuang was only ten years old that year, but he remembered that incident very clearly.Because the physical pain was so unforgettable, it was once a lingering shadow for him when he was young.But other than that, he didn't think it was a big deal, so he smiled and said, "That's what I want, so there's nothing to mention."

Changsun Fu remembered the story Mrs. Shuang told him when he lost his arm and was lying on the bed in pain.

At that time, Changsun Jue was six years old, his cold disease was worsening, and his life was in danger. Even Chang Yuan, the ghost doctor, did not improve after a few days of trying.The only way he gave was to use the blood unicorn as medicine, so as to suppress the cold disease and save Changsun Jue.

The blood unicorn is a fairy fruit that only bears one fruit for hundreds of years, and the only one in Chizhou grows in the Qilin cave where monsters and beasts are rampant.Changsun Huan went alone, and after three days and three nights of fighting with monsters, he retrieved the blood unicorn.

However, Changsun Jue's body was cold, and it would be difficult for the blood unicorn to bear directly on him.Therefore, it is necessary to find Chunyang boy to take the blood unicorn first, and wait for the medicine to melt into the blood and become mild, and then exchange blood with the eldest grandson Jue.

It's just that this method is extremely dangerous. Ordinary people have to bear the heat of the blood unicorn, and they have to endure the pain of thousands of ants eating their hearts. Life is not impossible.

There are many disciples of Chunyang Boy's Changsun family, but as the suzerain, how can he risk the lives of other people's children in order to save his own son?

In a dilemma, Xiao Song Lingshuang, who eavesdropped on the adults, stood up and said, "I can!"

At the age of ten, there is the purest bravery in his eyes.

Mrs. Song is also wandering in the reeds.She didn't stop her, but knelt down and asked her ignorant son seriously: "You might die, are you afraid?"

Song Lingshuang blinked his big eyes, and said firmly: "I'm not afraid! She is my wife, I will save him!"

Mrs. Song continued to ask with a serious expression, "What if he can't be your wife?"

Song Lingshuang: "Then I will save too!"

Mrs. Song: "Okay. Good boy!" She patted her son's head.

So, Song Lingshuang took the blood unicorn, and Mr. Chang used the blood exchange array.

The little Song Lingshuang was lying beside the younger Changsun Jue.At one time it was the extreme heat brought by the blood unicorn, and at the other it was the extreme cold flowing from Changsun Jue's blood.

He held Changsun Jue's icy little hand tightly, sweating from the pain.Only then did he know why Changsun Jue kept crying out for pain when he had a cold attack.It turns out that whether it is hot or cold, once it is extreme, it will be painful.

Whether it was Changsun Jue or Song Lingshuang, the exchange of blood was a narrow escape. Fortunately, there were no dangers, and the two of them were now.

Song Lingshuang said it calmly just now, but Changsun Fu knew that such a thing was not easy even for an adult, let alone a ten-year-old child.The wife said that the Changsun family owed the Song family too much, and it would not be too much to pay back with their lives.

Changsun Fu sincerely said, "Whether it's Song Zongzhu and his wife or you, they are all Changsun's benefactors. It's unrighteous to forget Quan when you catch fish, and you should be punished. I have no right to blame others."

Changsunfu thinks about it now, when he was young, he didn't like Song Lingshuang, it was more because he lost the favor of his master and wife, and also lost the worship of his juniors.It seems that only he, Song Lingshuang, can stand in the center of the world, radiant and defiant.

But later he recalled carefully that Song Lingshuang's painstaking efforts in cultivation at the beginning were unmatched by all the disciples in Luhuadang, including Changsun Jue.Every time the seniors went back, he still practiced hard on the school field alone.His teenage pride, which point is not bought by him with sweat and hard work?I didn't work as hard as him, so why should I be jealous of his achievements?

Song Lingshuang really never dreamed that he would have a day when he would chat with Changsun Fu calmly and openly.

He smiled and took out the wine jug from his waist, took a sip, and handed it over, "Looks like we should have a drink!"

Back then, they were indifferent to each other, even if they were in the same room, they never drank together, but today they have untied their knots.

Before Changsun Fu raised his hand to pick it up, the jug was taken by a hand stretched out from behind the two.

Song Lingshuang and Changsun Fu turned their heads and saw Changsun Jue holding the jug and gulping down the wine in one gulp.

Song Lingshuang: "..."

Grandson Fu: "..."

Song Lingshuang stood up, looked at Changsun Jue helplessly, and asked with a smile, "Why did you drink all of it?"

Changsun Jue: "Thirsty."

Song Lingshuang: "..."

Grandson Fu: "..."

Changsun Fu also stood up.He didn't care about a sip of wine, and left after saying goodbye to the two.

Song Lingshuang was amused, "Why, my wife didn't even give you a sip of water when she talked to you?"

Changsun Jue didn't answer.

Song Lingshuang didn't worry too much, and asked, "Go back?"

"go back."

Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue have been inseparable since childhood, so his room is actually arranged in Changsun Jue's yard.One east, one west.

Walking all the way back to the small principal, Sun Jue was slightly silent.Although he didn't talk much in the past, Song Lingshuang still vaguely felt that he was not in a good mood, wondering if something happened in the clan that bothered him.

Seeing that Sun Jue was not in high spirits, Song Lingshuang was too embarrassed to bother her, "Then I'll go back to my room first."

Changsun Jue hummed and went back to the room.

Song Lingshuang walked into her bedroom only to find that although it was as clean as if it had been cleaned just now, everything was still the same without any change.

When he was young, he delved into talisman art and drew messy notes, flipped through the books that were casually placed on the desk without understanding, and even the broken copper and iron he picked up in the town were still there.

Time seems to be covered in dust, and then it is presented in front of me intact at this moment.

He sighed for a moment.

He sat on the couch in a daze for a long time.Xu Shi hadn't come back for so long, even this familiar feeling felt strange, which made him flustered for no reason.

At this time, he wanted to go to Changsun Jue's room to rub the bed.But that person's complexion was not good just now, and with the exhaustion of the boat and car, he probably fell asleep, so it's not good for him to pass by like this?

In the past, how could he have thought so much, he would have gone to look for Changsun Jue with the quilt in his arms.But he is like a child who has done something wrong and has just asked for forgiveness, but he has become a little cautious.

He stood up and opened the door, and saw that the light in the opposite room was still on, he took a step back but took a step back, stood by the door for a while, then closed the door and went back to bed to lie down.

He lay down for a while, then sat up to open the door, closed the door and lay down again after a while.This went back and forth several times, until he saw that the light on the other side was off, and he stopped.

Once an idea comes up, but you want to do it but can't do it, you will become an ant on the tip of your heart.

Song Lingshuang closed her clothes and lay down, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, she could only stare at the top of the bed tent in a daze.There was no sound in the room, but Song Lingshuang's heart just couldn't calm down.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Lingshuang finally decided on one thing.

He just wants to go, what's the matter?

So he went.

He still entered the room through the window, then walked to the bed in the dark, and said softly as before, "Go in!"

Changsun Jue, who was lying on the bed, did not move.

Song Lingshuang: "What's the matter? You just got back to your place, and you put on a show with your brother? Be good, come in."

Changsun Jue still didn't move.

Song Lingshuang had no choice but to pass Changsun Jue and sleep inside by himself.

After he lay down, he asked, "What did you tell my wife just now?" He was silent for a moment, and then asked again, "Why are you unhappy?"

Still no response.

Song Lingshuang felt guilty, and added: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not troublesome. I'll just ask to see if there's anything I can do to help."

silence.

"Hey, I said why are you ignoring people again..." Song Lingshuang couldn't help reaching out to stretch Sun Jue's shoulders, but the moment he touched the other person's body, he froze.

Changsun Jue was trembling all over.

Song Lingshuang was startled, and quickly got up to touch his forehead and palms, it was as cold as ice!

Has he had a cold attack?When did it start?

Song Lingshuang only realized later.The underground river felt cold even to him, who had a hot body, so it must be even colder to Changsun Jue!How could he be so naive, to really believe him just by looking at him as if nothing had happened?And let him dive back and forth twice!

He had been suffering from the cold since that time, that's why he meditated and adjusted his breath when he didn't speak much along the way, and that's why his face was full of exhaustion when he was talking to Mrs. Shuang.

He had a bad complexion just now, could it be because he has been enduring?

Song Lingshuang's touch seemed to wake up Changsun Jue, and he murmured uncomfortably.

Song Lingshuang rolled over and got out of bed, "I'll go find my wife!"

Changsun Jue's cold illness is not a one-day event, and those close to him must know how to alleviate it, so Song Lingshuang's first reaction was to find Mrs. Shuang.

But his arm was tightly grasped by Changsun Jue, "Don't go..." He said with difficulty, "I've already taken the medicine, just bear with it and it will pass."

What's the point?What does it mean to endure it for a while and pass it? Haven't you already endured it all the way without saying a word?

Changsun Jue felt Song Lingshuang's still tense body, and added with difficulty, "Mother is not in good health, don't worry her..."

Song Lingshuang thought of Mrs. Shuang's clear face just now, and finally gave up.

Changsun Jue felt that the other party did not intend to leave, so he let go.He was weak to begin with, he had exhausted all his strength just now, and now his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Song Lingshuang saw how distressed he was, and hurriedly wiped his sweat with his sleeve.

When Changsun Jue had a cold attack when he was a child, Song Lingshuang hugged him and coaxed him to sleep.He didn't know what else he could do, so he took off his coat and lay down behind him, holding him in his arms like when he was a child.

Through the single clothes, Song Lingshuang hugged Changsun Jue as if hugging a large piece of ice, it was bone-chillingly cold.But the colder he felt, the tighter he hugged him. He only hoped that his body temperature, which was higher than that of ordinary people, could be passed on, so that the person in his arms would not feel so uncomfortable.

"Is it warm?" he asked softly.

"En." Changsun Jue replied softly, his voice visibly trembling.

Song Lingshuang then covered the quilt, and stuck his chin on Changsun Jue's shoulder so that his body could stick tighter.He was full of annoyance, only hated how the little jade girl had grown so tall back then, so that he could no longer hold him in his arms like before.

How careless are you?Why didn't he find out that something was wrong earlier?How could he be so relieved, he shouldn't have let him into the water at all.

In Song Lingshuang's embrace, Changsun Jue's breathing seemed to be more stable.

On a scorching summer night, he was already shivering from the cold just holding this person. One can imagine how hard it would be for him with the cold in his blood.This person has already escaped from the suffering of the cold disease, why did the old disease relapse and suffer such torture again?

Ai Zixuan didn't say anything, but Song Lingshuang always felt that it was related to him.If not, why do these two people have to hide it?Thinking of this, his heart was cut like a knife.

Song Lingshuang hugged the person in his arms tightly, only caring about guilt, anger and heartache, and even forgot to feel cold.Then he fell asleep.

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