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Baoqiao left just before dawn, and she had to go down the mountain before sunset.People in the huge forest may not be able to, but Baoqiao is still possible.When she left, Sangzi was still sound asleep, it was rare for her to be so sweet and dreamless, Baoqiao couldn't bear to disturb her, so he just left.

So, as soon as Sangzi opened her eyes, only she and Yan Qitong were left in the whole medicine garden.

And someone voluntarily drives her as soon as she wakes up, it sounds like a good thing, if she didn't add that suffix.

"What can you do?" Sangzi was still lazy and unwilling to move, so she lay on the bed, only turned to look at the person under the window, "Wash and make the quilt for me?"

"If you need it." Yan Qitong stood up.Her cuffs were tied up, and she was neatly dressed; even her long hair was tied back, but the workmanship was a bit poor, and the two bamboo chopsticks were inserted crookedly; the hem of her dress was knotted, A pair of white cloth shoes were revealed.But even with such a simple dress, even with that scar on her face, Sang Zi still thinks this woman is astonishingly beautiful.

Even though she has done wrong things, played scheming, and played tricks with her and never had a day of peace, it still can't erase the fact that she almost sat in a sedan chair and became the concubine that thousands of people love.

Well, her temperament after taking medicine to find death is more pleasing.

Just because of the indescribable comfort of limbs after a sound sleep, and the perfect face in front of him sooner or later, Sangzi nodded: "Then go fetch water for me."

Yan Qitong didn't move, but looked at her fixedly: "Why don't you ask me to ask you to help me?"

"Is that important?" Sang Zi smiled, finally propped up her body, stretched her arms lazily, the long sleeves slipped off, revealing a pair of thin hands, "Or do you have to ask for my promise to be at ease? "

Seeing her understatement, Yan Qitong thought, this woman is actually more difficult to deal with than Baoqiao.

Forget it, for myself, I can only depend on her for everything.

Yan Qitong really went to fetch water for his hometown. There is a long flowing spring here, which is sweet and delicious.When the water was brought into the house, Sangzi was leaning against the window sill to feed the pigeons. Apart from the two of them, there were only pigeons alive here.Yan Qitong originally thought that the pigeons would be eaten like pheasants and hares, but who knew that Sangzi and Baoqiao cherished them, so they realized that they were homing pigeons being fed.

Sangzi held a white pigeon in his hand to tease, seeing Yan Qitong coming over, he said, "Go and pull the weeds in the garden."

Putting down the wooden basin, Yan Qitong rolled up his sleeves and went out.

This Yan Qitong was really interesting.How strong is a person's obsession?She guessed that Yan Qitong's request was nothing more than that Gao Zhi.Sangzi doesn't need to worry about what she is thinking or planning, she just wants to see how much Yan Qitong can pay for her obsession.

Sure enough, I have been alone for too long, it is too boring, such things can be used to pass the time.

After looking at her back for a moment, Sang Zi asked Bai Ge: "How long do you think she can last?"

The medicine garden in Sangzi was divided into many small pieces, with plants with different medicinal properties planted on the sunny side and the shaded side. Yan Qitong didn't know any of them, but the weeds were still easy to identify.

Pulling weeds is also considered physical labor. You have to squat down and bury your head all the time, and move every inch, but it feels like your back is about to snap for a while.Yan Qitong straightened up, twisted his waist and stomped his feet, and looked at his hands. In the past, his fingers should not touch the spring water, but now weeds and mud are mixed together, except for the white color hidden underneath, there is nothing wrong with it. Delicate.

Looking at the weather, Yan Qitong couldn't tell whether it was the end of spring or the end of autumn. He just felt that the long clothes on his body were starting to get stuffy, and he thought it was inappropriate to take them off, but considering that there was no one else here, he might as well be at ease.Thinking of this, Yan Qitong put down the small hoe in his hand, untied his coat, and threw it aside.The cuffs of the inner jacket were still too big, so she folded them all the way up and made a short-sleeved dress; the trousers were also rolled up, revealing a section of snow-white calf.She clapped her hands again, loosened her cumbersome long hair, tied it at the top of her head, squatted on it, and still locked it with bamboo chopsticks.After working hard for a while, I felt a little more relaxed from my neck to my heels.

"Still so at ease." Yan Qitong murmured, forgetting where he was for a moment, just staring at the flowing clouds in the sky, so carefree.

People look at the flowing clouds to form a scene, but whoever doesn't know has also become a scene for others.Sang Zi was sifting medicine with a basket, when he stepped out of the door of the pharmacy, he saw Yan Qitong undressing and tying up his hair, and instantly changed into someone else.Sang Zi saw that her movements were very casual and skillful, but she was obviously a lady who stayed at home before.

And every lady will be used to such frivolous behavior?

Although he was suspicious, Sangzi still had to go forward and said: "Miss Yan, it's better not to take off your clothes, your illness has not been cured yet, once the wind and evil invade your body, it will be even worse."

"Thank you." Yan Qitong nodded, squatted down, and continued to fight those inexhaustible weeds.

Sangzi stood behind her for a while, and said, "Go and wash your face, and go to the pharmacy to get some medicine."

Yan Qitong's hands paused, his face was numb, as if he couldn't notice that there was still a hideous injury on his left cheek.

According to Baoqiao, the wound on this face was picked out by her second mother's nails.When she woke up, she had a splitting headache, her stomach was on fire, and the thorns were still burning hot on her face.But none of these things make people feel surprised and confused by the surrounding situation.She didn't know where she was, and she didn't even listen to her body. She struggled on the bed for a long time to coordinate.She did lose a lot of memories in her mind at that time, and she really couldn't remember who she was for a while.

The room she saw was very simple and made of wood.Although the ground is flat, it is only compacted; there is an Eight Immortals table in the center, which is old in color;

In addition, the whole room was empty at that time, and there was no sound outside, as if in a forgotten corner, time and years had disappeared. During that moment, Yan Qitong felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart. .

Fortunately, people came in after a while.The woman who came in was as thin as a willow, her long hair was casually tied on her chest.This is the first time Yan Qitong saw Sangzi.Seeing that she woke up, Sang Zi didn't seem surprised, but said casually that you are awake, you can't do stupid things anymore.

Her voice is a bit strange, unlike the dialect that she should understand but can't tell where it is.But the strangest thing is that Yan Qitong can understand a little bit, probably because she speaks very slowly.Then another one came in, Baoqiao, but her figure was like a sharp knife, somehow cut off Yan Qitong's head, causing her to roll over on the bed hugging her head in pain.

Then Yan Qitong suddenly realized that he was not himself.

Turning out of bed to look for a mirror, he fell hard as soon as he got out of bed, his forehead hit the ground, and he almost passed out from the pain.But this fall seemed to loosen the silt in her brain, and she suddenly regained consciousness.

The small dressing table was actually beside the bed. Under the gaze of those two people, she rushed over and found that the mirror on the dressing table was actually made of copper.And in the bronze mirror that makes people look blurry and deformed, what kind of face is Yan Qitong seeing?

Half angel, half devil.

"It's not me, it's not me." Yan Qitong murmured, almost fading away.

In the mirror, I saw a deep scar on the left cheek, which was half new and half old, like a torn valley, and there were bloodstains on the spot where the forehead was just dropped; while the right cheek was like a rare jade, flawless.

"This is you." Baoqiao came over and pressed her shoulders, forcing her to face the bronze mirror, "When you didn't have this injury, it was you, Yan Qitong, and if you had it, it was you, Yan Qitong. You can't escape, and you can't escape even if you seek death. You still think you are Yan Liuguang, and you are the dead Yan Qitong who made an offering."

Yan Qitong looked at the vicious smile of the girl in the mirror in horror, and suddenly pushed the bronze mirror down, the blood in his heart surged up uncontrollably, and finally spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then his eyes turned black, and he didn't know anything.

The time he woke up again was when he was taking the medicine. To be precise, Yan Qitong was woken up by the pain.

It was as if someone was flipping the flesh with his hands, and then peeled off. She couldn't tell whether it was a needle-like pain or a dull pain from a stone hammer.

"Don't cry." Sangzi whispered in her ear softly, "If tears flow into the wound, it will aggravate the injury."

Don't cry, how can you not cry?Yan Qitong felt his whole body stiff, only his eyes could blink.She didn't want to cry, but it hurt too much, it hurt everywhere, but she didn't have the strength to struggle.She rolled her eyes a little, and saw that there was still a person standing next to her, she suddenly became nervous for no reason, her body, which had no strength at all, seemed to be alive, like sifting chaff.

Sangzi immediately said, "Baoqiao, you go out first."

"Why are you so timid?"

There was a sudden light around him, and Baoqiao walked away.

"Don't be afraid, it will pass soon." Sangzi's voice became softer, but her hands became more pungent. I don't know what medicine she applied on it. Yan Qitong immediately had a clear understanding of how long and deep the wound was. cognition.Is there a bone, it must be, otherwise why is it so painful to the bone marrow?

"No, it hurts!" Yan Qitong cried out, and her body began to convulse continuously. Her consciousness seemed to be unable to control her body, and her whole body began to fall into a frantic struggle.

When giving medicine to Yan Qitong, Baoqiao didn't really leave.When Yan Qitong woke up yesterday, she said a bad word, which really made this woman angry.From Hongjing to here, it was a struggle with Yan Qitong all the way, and she was relieved when she was finally sent to Sangzi.

After seeing Yan Qitong's injury, although Sang Zi didn't speak, he immediately went to shut himself up and think about things.As for Yan Qitong, he probably had never heard of Sangzi's name, and when he saw him, he became even more insane.In the end, they even stole a lot of pills while they were not paying attention, and wanted to die.

Those pills from Sangzi, though poisonous, were life-saving treasures, but they were chewed down by her ignorant cows.Sangzi's hard work and other people's lives are nothing in the eyes of this young lady.Baoqiao was so angry that he almost fed all the gadgets he was carrying on to her, so he simply gave her another ride.

But she couldn't die, and Sangzi also said that she had to try for the wound on her face.

This woman is not afraid of death, so what is the pain?Baoqiao hummed and wanted to pretend he hadn't seen it, but seeing that Sangzi couldn't handle it alone.I haven't seen Sangzi for about a few years. She is getting thinner and thinner. I don't know how she became a doctor. It seems like she has eaten herself back.

Going forward to Baoqiao, he grabbed Yan Qitong's hands and pressed them firmly, and then Sangzi quickly applied another layer of medicine on it.

After this layer of medicine, Yan Qitong immediately calmed down, like a stick of ice on a hot day, cool and refreshing, as if there was still sweetness in his mouth.

"Don't cry." Sangzi said again.