something wrong

Sangzi put down his pen and grabbed Yan Qitong's right hand.

Just now the old man stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, but she didn't struggle at all, it was absolutely not something that a noble status that is said to be isolated from others and just waiting to be married would do.Shouldn't she be raised in a pure and pure manner, maybe even a man's face is difficult to touch.

Of course, this was just a flash of doubt in Sangzi's heart, she just looked at Yan Qitong's palm.The burn there was actually not serious, and with the good medicine, it still left a scar for no reason.But in fact, there were a few red spots on Yan Qitong's palm, which actually covered up the palm prints.

"Your body..." Sang Zi suddenly had a bad feeling, she pushed up Yan Qitong's sleeve, and checked her arm from side to side, that arm was also white without any scar.She wanted to lift Yan Qitong's skirt again, but Yan Qitong avoided her.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qitong whispered.

"Why hasn't the burn healed?" Sangzi stared at her closely.

Yan Qitong looked at the palm of his hand.At first, I just forgot to apply the medicine, but later I found that the palm lines were covered, as if my fate was uncertain.So she deliberately let those spots stay, to remind her where she is, how to deal with things, and how to be careful.

Seeing that Yan Qitong remained silent, Sangzi didn't ask any more questions.Looking up to see the wound on her face, she couldn't help smiling and said: "There is no one else in the room, so the veil can be taken off."

No wonder it felt a little hot, Yan Qitong quickly took off the cloth covering his face.The wound on her face was already very light, and there would be no heart-piercing pain after applying the medicine.Sang Zi took a closer look, and found that the injury had healed very well, so he felt relieved again.If you don't pay attention, this is still a beautiful face.Although she is a fake crown princess, Sangzi actually thinks that Yan Qitong's face is worthy of her name, she is indeed dignified and beautiful, if she becomes a country, she will be able to be the most beautiful and honored mother in the world.

In fact, when I saw Yan Qitong's eyes just now, I knew that she was doing it on purpose again, like at that time with a frank face and frank eyes full of intentions to burn herself, and then she had her own reasons.

Yes, Sangzi also has his own reasons.

Seeing that Sang Zi was only staring at her own face, Yan Qitong touched the wound hesitantly, wondering if it would be better to cover it up?

Sangzi came to her senses, after resting for a long time, she finally had enough energy to say a few more words.Holding the teacup with both hands, she absorbed the temperature, and then asked, "Why don't you ask me why I didn't treat him?"

Yan Qitong was happy to escape from the topic just now, but this was not easy to deal with.She lowered her eyelids and smiled: "If you don't want to say it, I think it's useless to ask."

Sangzi also smiled, thinking that she is indeed a knowledgeable and interesting person.Sangzi said softly: "I have a strange disease on my body, and I am so afraid of the cold. He is the opposite of me. His internal organs only rise and never descend, with yang and no yin." Sangzi looked down at the dead branch on the paper, rested for a while, He also said, "It's not that there is no way to save him, but it requires bowls of my blood—in this world, there is no medicine that is colder than my blood."

"Bone marrow can produce blood, so one or two bowls shouldn't be a big problem." Yan Qitong blurted out without thinking, but she immediately regretted it, and then closed her lips tightly, rubbing her thumbs gently in her palm.In her world, Chinese and Western medicine hold different views on blood donation, and the doctors who want to come here are similar.If Sangzi asks, she is not a professional and cannot explain clearly.What's more, she has long been determined not to reveal any information about herself, so naturally she must try her best to avoid suspicious situations.

Just watching the young man surnamed Jin vomit blood in pain, I really can't bear it.

Fortunately, Sang Zi was very preoccupied, and she didn't seem to take her words to heart, so Yan Qitong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not a big deal for ordinary people to lose a little blood, it's enough to replenish qi and generate blood. But I can't, I'm afraid it will affect my life." Sangzi rubbed his brows, "The key is, who told them that I have a unique medicine here, those who know must know My condition will never be revealed to me, so how did that person know and what is his purpose."

Yan Qitong was startled at first, and immediately thought of what happened that night, maybe what she said was true.After that, I couldn't understand it. I could only smell a little bit of conspiracy.

Sangzi glanced at her again: "If you don't understand it, you have to keep on understanding it, and you've abandoned your identity." She picked up the pen again, and began to inscribe beside the ink plum.

"I don't have any identity." Yan Qitong stepped back two steps and said lightly.

Sang Zi curled up her lips and did not speak, and when she finished writing, she folded it into a thin note and handed it to her: "Go and put that gray pigeon in the leg tube, and then let it fly." When Yan Qitong was about to go out, she did it again. Question: "I only know that blood is rooted in the heart, rooted in the kidneys, and ordered by fire to transform into marrow essence/fluid and then into blood. What do you mean by bone marrow making blood?"

Yan Qitong held onto the door frame and groaned in secret. She hurriedly and slowly put the mask on her ears, then turned her head and said, "I found it when I was flipping through your miscellaneous books. The theory is fresh, so I remembered it." Seeing Sangzi, she wanted again. He opened his mouth and hurriedly added, "But I can't remember which book it is now." After finishing speaking, he pretended to be calm and walked out.

After nightfall, the young master of the Jin family still remained silent.After obtaining Sangzi's consent, those men brought a litter of wild rabbits from nowhere, killed them in the back kitchen and cooked them on the table.Sangzi didn't show up again, and stayed in the study all the time.Yan Qitong avoids her if he can, and it's not easy to mix in the back kitchen, so he has to learn from Sang Zi and nest in the rattan chair, and he is still beautiful when the moon is missing.

After eating the food brought by the Jin family, Yan Qitong could only bow his body to express his gratitude, and when he brought the Sangzi's portion into the study, he realized that she was flipping through the books on the bookshelf!

Could it be that she is really looking for the source of those four words?Yan Qitong murmured in his heart, and asked tentatively, "What are you looking for?"

Sangzi ignored her, but leaned on the bookshelf and carefully flipped through the books in hand.

Yan Qitong felt apprehensive, and said again: "I let the pigeon go."

"En." Sangzi replied, changed the book, and gave her a sideways glance, "Are you sure it's those four words you saw on this bookshelf?"

Yan Qitong bit her lower lip, and said cautiously: "Or, I saw it a long time ago? I don't remember clearly."

Sangzi felt unwilling, waved his hand and said, "Don't disturb me, I'll look for it later."

And when Yan Qitong was about to go to bed, Sangzi was still standing there, but maybe he was extremely tired, his neck was drooping, and the books were on the shelf, placed low.

Yan Qitong looked outside the door, thought for a while, and asked her while walking towards Sangzi: "Shouldn't this door be reinforced and fastened?"

But when she really got to Sangzi's side, she realized that Sangzi had fallen asleep standing up.She leaned against the bookshelf with her whole body. Fortunately, the bookshelf was standing against the wall, otherwise the whole shelf might fall down.Yan Qitong gently pushed Sangzi, and Sangzi forced his eyes open wearily, and said in a low voice, "No need. They dare not." After saying that, he fell towards Yan Qitong.

Yan Qitong hurriedly caught Sangzi, breaking out in a cold sweat, fearing that she would be unconscious like that night.Fortunately, Sangzi's breathing was very gentle, and the temperature on his face seemed normal to the touch, he just fell asleep again.

He struggled to drag Sangzi to the bed, and just as she was about to leave, the old thing happened again—Sangzi was holding onto her clothes tightly, but there was no sign on her face that she would be dependent.

Even though the situation was different, it was a lesson from the past. Yan Qitong didn't dare to brush her hand away, so he blew on the candle not far away with great effort.

Lying on the bed side by side with Sangzi, Yan Qitong thought, if the only benefit of being here is probably the fresh air.In fact, the air in smaller cities is not bad, with blue sky and white clouds, so it is not a big deal.

Sangzi had a good night's sleep.

A good night's sleep.She is always cold, and it is easy to dream that she is trekking in the ice and snow, and then falls into the deep ice valley, picking a snow lotus flower that blooms alone.

This time, I finally didn't dream about the past, nor did I dream about visions. Instead, I just fell asleep normally, and slept until dawn.

"Are you awake?" Yan Qitong was writing at the desk when he turned to see Sangzi sitting on the bed stretching.Today, her complexion is good, her cheeks are slightly rosy, and her lips are more radiant, as if she has completely recovered from the damage that night.

"En." Sangzi lazily replied, got out of bed and walked to her side.

Yan Qitong really can't write anymore.Linde's characters are crooked, from the strokes to the structure are all scattered, all the traces can be seen that it is not a disguise.Sangzi has always been curious about this, and she is even more curious about how long she can live and what experience she can learn, about memory, or other things.So Sangzi never said anything to her when she learned to write again, and she didn't give any pointers, just let her go.

Today is also normal, Sangzi only glanced at it twice, then walked away two steps to tidy up her hair.

Yan Qitong was a little discouraged.She thought that she had made a roommate with a bed last night, and she was pulling herself, so she should show some kindness, such as reading her handwriting.She has been writing for a while, and she always feels that she is right, and it seems that every word is wrong.

"You last night..." Yan Qitong gritted his teeth and asked.

Sang Zi turned to see her hesitant to speak, and asked, "What happened to me last night?"

Why did you suddenly hold on to me last night, sleeping until midnight and almost crawling on top of me.Although you are as thin as a piece of paper, I still work very hard.Every time I push you off my body, you will lean over immediately, and sometimes my nose smells around my neck, and I don't know what I'm doing.

Yan Qitong wanted to say that, but then he felt goosebumps all over his body.Those words are very ambiguous when I think about it, but in fact it is just that Sangzi still seems to be afraid of the cold and always wants to cuddle with her.But Sangzi in the daytime is by no means an enthusiastic person, perhaps he has lived alone for a long time, so his temperament is dull.but……

For some reason, Yan Qitong actually had the subtle feeling of discovering a little secret of Sangzi.If this is used as an exchange, I don't know if she can teach me to practice calligraphy or learn some other skills.

But when Yan Qitong lowered his head and thought for a long time, when he looked up, he found that Sang Zi had already left.