[Yi Tian] Reborn Qing Ruo He Ze

After dinner, Song Qingshu was sitting at the table drinking tea leisurely, but Zhou Zhiruo was sitting on pins and needles, sitting at the farthest place from Song Qingshu, secretly looking up at him from time to time.

He put down the teacup, stood up, the candle flickered a few times, Zhou Zhiruo stood up abruptly like a frightened rabbit, and said, "Senior Brother Song, didn't you mean to teach me kung fu? Let's go now."

Song Qingshu walked towards her, slightly bent down to look at her, but didn't speak.Zhou Zhiruo really couldn't stand his silence, she reached out her hand to hold his hand and was about to walk out.

He held her tender hand, exerted a little force, and pulled her into his arms, saying: "Zhiruo, there is no rush to learn martial arts, we will have a long time to come."

Zhou Zhiruo was trapped in his arms, held by him with one hand, and rested on his chest with the other, preventing him from approaching any further.Under the candlelight, the beauty's face was both shy and angry, and the corners of Song Qingshu's mouth were slightly raised, as if he enjoyed the posture of the two of them.

"What's the future? Where does the future come from?" Zhou Zhiruo tried hard to pull her hand out of his hand.

Song Qingshu was afraid that she would injure her wrist, so he relaxed his grip and let her take it out.

After Zhou Zhiruo managed to pull out her hand, she placed her hands on his chest, staring at him with wide eyes, black and white eyes full of accusations against him.

Song Qingshu looked at her nervous look with a smile, with a gleam in his eyes, and said: "Naturally, we will have a bright future."

His eyes were as deep as a bottomless pit, she was afraid to look into his eyes, she lowered her head slightly to avoid his eyes, and said, "But I want to learn now."

Song Qingshu glanced outside, the stars all over the sky covered the dark sky like a lingering silk net, and a star and moonlight diffused down, shining in through the half-hidden window lattice.

He sighed softly, pressed his forehead against hers, sniffed lightly, soft hair hanging down his cheeks, and said softly: "I taught you, how can I thank you?"

Zhou Zhiruo only felt that her ears were already red, but she couldn't push him away. This person looked like a gentleman in front of outsiders, but he was a scoundrel in private! Somewhat annoyed, he said, "Do you teach or not?"

Song Qingshu was a little annoyed seeing her ashamed, thinking of the fairy-like Zhiruo in the past, with the same eyebrows like distant mountains, and lips like a little fat, but the former Zhiruo, a pair of lingling eyes always contained alienation and detachment, It seems that no one can get close to her heart.Today, she still has the shy appearance of a closed moon, but she is a person who can be ashamed and play a small temper, and she is more playful than before.

In her previous life, Zhiruo spent several years practicing in Mount Emei, practicing martial arts every day made her feel calm, like a crystal snow baby who didn't know the world.

He suddenly felt fortunate that in this life, Zhiruo hadn't become what she was in her previous life, and he wouldn't let her have the chance to become like that.

Thinking that he couldn't suppress the joy gradually gushing out of his heart, he pressed a kiss on her forehead lightly, and said, "This is tonight's thank you gift."

As he spoke, he jumped off the windowsill with his arms around her waist, swiped his palm with his backhand, closed the window, tapped his toes, and walked not far away.

The warm and soft touch on the forehead was still there, and the cool wind blowing in front of her, the clear night wind mixed with Song Qingshu's breath lingered around her, Zhou Zhiruo inadvertently raised her hand to caress her forehead, only feeling that her forehead was hot.

The sky fades into the dawn, and the stratus cloud reveals the white belly of the fish, and the light gradually diffuses from the hidden dark place. The dew floats up and down on the tips of the delicate grass blades, and suddenly falls, returning to the dust.

Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes, the morning light came in slightly, the hair of the person lying beside her was slightly disheveled, not neatly tied up as usual, her brows were stretched, her eyes were lightly closed, and her lips were a little swaying.This kind of Song Qingshu is really different from usual, with the same face, elegant and elegant when awake, but a bit evil and mad when he is asleep.

Last night, she thought it would be fine to stay outside for a night while practicing martial arts. People who practice martial arts are tougher than ordinary people, so it's nothing if they don't sleep all night.It was only after two hours of practice that Song Qingshu forced him in.

The two of them fell asleep with their clothes on, but he didn't do anything out of the ordinary towards her.Sleep soundly all night.

Just as he was thinking, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her with a bright smile in his eyes.

Caught off guard into his eyes, she blinked, sat up pretending to be calm, and was about to get out of bed after throwing off the quilt.Song Qingshu also sat up lazily, his shiny black hair slid down from his shoulders like a smooth dark satin.

"Morning, Zhiruo." Song Qingshu's voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with drowsiness.

She couldn't help laughing, and said, "Morning, Senior Brother Song."

After finishing speaking, she passed Song Qingshu and got up straight. Even though she had slept all night with her clothes on, the clothes were not too wrinkled. Zhou Zhiruo brushed off her clothes, and after finishing washing, she neatly tied her hair in a bun facing the mirror.Looking behind through the dim bronze mirror, Song Qingshu was still sitting on the side of the bed, looking at her with a smile.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the morning scene between husband and wife, and she shook her head to get rid of the picture in her mind.

But Song Qingshu came to her side when she was shaking her head, held her shoulders and looked at the bronze mirror together, there were two faces reflected in the mirror, Song Qingshu glanced at the desktop with only a wooden comb, and said with a smile: " There is no Daibi here, otherwise I can help you draw eyebrows."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if she had heard this before, and she tried hard to think about when she had heard this before.

But her head suddenly ached, she couldn't help but tighten her skirt with her hands on her knees, her knuckles gradually turned white, she stroked her forehead with one hand, her brows were furrowed, and she let out a low gasping sound in pain.

Song Qingshu immediately realized that something was wrong with her, squatted down, raised her face, frowned and asked, "Zhiruo, what's wrong?"

Zhou Zhiruo felt waves of severe pain on her head, blurred figures flashed in her mind, and Song Qingshu's lips opened and closed in front of her, saying something.

"My head hurts..." Zhou Zhiruo could barely make out his words, gritted her teeth and replied with difficulty.

Song Qingshu picked her up, sat down at the table, and let her sit on his lap.I caught her pulse with two fingers, but found that there was nothing abnormal, but found that her cold sweat had already seeped out, and her face was pale.

He hugged her tightly, looking a little flustered.With a whistling sound, someone pushed the door open and came in immediately. Song Qingshu didn't lift his head, and said sharply, "Go find a doctor immediately, hurry up!"

The man got the order, stepped out of the inn, and galloped towards the small town a few miles away.

"No need, Senior Brother Song, I'm much better." Zhou Zhiruo said weakly, the headache had gradually receded.

Song Qingshu held her icy hand in his hand, frowned tightly, and said: "Could it be that the cold poison of Xuanming God's Palm was not cured last time? I should have found a doctor to take a good look at it for you."

He caressed her pale face, blaming himself for underestimating the cold poison.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled weakly at him, shook her head, and said, "It shouldn't be the effect of the cold poison. I suddenly had a headache just now, and I don't know why."

"It's okay, Shiliu has already gone to the doctor, it's better to have a look." There must be a reason for things to happen, so it's more reassuring to look.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, didn't speak any more, just leaned quietly in his arms.Song Qingshu rested his chin on her hair, and picked up her hand to check her pulse carefully. The pulse was stable, but still nothing could be diagnosed.

After a while, she suddenly laughed and said, "Senior Brother Song, did you pick up their names? Or are they just code names?"

Seeing that she was indeed feeling better, Song Qingshu said, "It's too troublesome to call her name, so I just call her number."

But within a few quarters of an hour, Shiliu had already returned with a doctor.It was indeed brought back.The old doctor's clothes were a little messed up, and he carried a medicine box crookedly on his shoulders. He stared at Shiliu with a beard, and glanced at Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo, and he could tell which one needed to be seen at a glance.

She didn't speak, just sat at the table, grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's wrist, closed her eyes and stroked her pulse, but after a while, she stood up, rolled her eyes and said, "She's not sick, she's fine." Said After picking up the medicine box, I wanted to leave.

But Shiliu pulled him back and pressed him to sit down at the table, squeezed his shoulders tightly, not letting him go.

There were four people in the room right now, and Zhou Zhiruo was sitting in Song Qingshu's arms, unable to sit still, struggling to get off the ground.

Song Qingshu just hugged her and didn't let go, and said to the doctor: "I've also had a diagnosis, and the pulse condition is indeed fine, but she just had a severe headache. She suffered from the cold poison before, is it the residual effect of the cold poison?"

The old doctor looked at him amusedly, and said: "What cold poison are you talking about? I'm an ordinary doctor, how can I understand such things as you Jianghu people. Let me go."

Song Qingshu looked at him, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he still asked: "Did you have a pulse check just now, do you still have cold poison left in your body?"

Zhou Zhiruo sat without speaking, and also looked at this strange doctor. Song Qingshu seemed convinced that this doctor must understand cold poison, as if he was very skilled in medicine.

The doctor "hehe" smiled, didn't speak, suddenly turned around and escaped from Shiliu's confinement.Seeing this, Song Qingshu put Zhou Zhiruo lightly on a nearby chair and stood up.

Shiliu didn't expect the doctor to have such a skill, but he was startled, and quickly reached out to grab him, but he dodged left and right, his steps were weird, and he reached the door and wanted to escape up.

Song Qingshu stepped forward, seemingly leisurely and slowly, he rushed to the doctor, strangled his neck with one hand, and exerted a little force, the doctor's face turned red from being suppressed, and he kept shaking his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Qingshu let go of his grip, threw him to the ground, and said with a stern expression, "Doctor Six Fingers, this qinggong footwork is really amazing."

The doctor had already gotten up, was sitting on the ground panting for breath, and rubbed the little finger of his right hand a few times with his left hand, a piece of skin fell off from the little finger, exposing a small extra finger.