The Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness of Crossing

The first snow of winter fell outside the house.

In the house, Zhao Jue looked relaxed, holding a hand stove, sitting high in front of the hall.

Yuan Cuixiao walked in with her head bowed, and slowly leaned down: "Daughter sees foster father."

Zhao Jue measured her and said: "The foot injury seems to be healed, but the complexion on your face, why does it look worse? The weather is so cold, you are too thinly dressed."

Yuan Cuixiao covered her mouth and coughed uncontrollably, Xia Chan quickly said, "Returning to the lord, the little lady has suffered from the wind and cold recently, and now she has a fever."

"Oh?" Zhao Jue frowned slightly, put down the stove, and waved to Yuan Cuixiao, "Come to my father, and show me what's going on."

Yuan Cuixiao stooped and said: "My daughter dare not go there, she is afraid that she will overwhelm her adoptive father with her illness. The adoptive father's body is a thousand pieces of gold, so you must take good care of it."

Zhao Jue nodded and said: "It's rare that you have such filial piety. My father came here today to tell you that Mrs. Shen's family members were seriously ill, and he went back to his hometown to take care of the sick. His hometown is far away in Chenzhou. Once you go, the day of your return is still unknown. It's getting cold, so I won't choose another teacher for my father. You should study more about female celebrities and study, and we can talk about it in the spring of next year."

Yuan Cuixiao clenched her palms into fists under her sleeves, bowed her head and said, "Daughter respectfully obeys father's arrangement."

Zhao Jue got up with a flick of his sleeves, glanced at her with concern and said, "Go in and have a rest, and then send a doctor over for my father to prescribe you some cooling medicine."

Yuan Cuixiao tried her best to suppress the disgust in her heart, squeezed out a smile and said: "Daughter, thank you foster father."

Go back to the inner room and lie down. After a while, an elderly doctor came to ask for pulse at the order of Zhao Jue. He identified the symptoms as exogenous wind and cold. He drew up a prescription for removing poison and dissipating heat. The clichés of light diet and restful mind recuperation were withdrawn.

Xia Chan tucked her quilt tightly, put a stove at her feet, leaned into her ear and whispered: "Little lady, take a good night's sleep, sweat and the fever will go away. Chunliu My sister went to the pharmacy to get some medicine, if you need anything, just call me."

If this girl knew that her master was gone, she would be sad... Yuan Cuixiao sighed from the bottom of her heart, closed her eyelids, and nodded slightly.

The taupe-coloured curtain hung down, the air was filled with the faint smell of benzoin, Yuan Cuixiao was burning in a daze, and the scenes that happened recently were constantly rolling in his mind...

As if she had returned to Shutong Bieyuan again, Peng Qi was hit with a knife in his back and fell to the ground, his eyes glowed with resentment, "You must be punished by heaven!" "You must be condemned by heaven!" Vicious curses kept coming from him Protruding from his mouth, they condensed into countless sharp knives and threw them all at a blue figure in the distance. In an instant, the whole body of that person was dyed extremely red with blood.She called out "Master" in alarm, and wanted to catch up, but Peng Qi suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed her by the hair, and cursed sharply: "Bitch! How dare you harm me!" She hated He spat out loudly: "Bah! Old monster! You deceived me with false pictures and killed my wife. You broke your oath against the sky! You deserve it!" , Since you have made a vow to the Tianmeng, how can you not keep your oath!" She heard this, her eyes were tearing apart, she patted Peng Qi's arm and said: "The formation map is obviously fake! You are lying! You should die!"

"Little lady! Wake up!" Xia Chan's anxious voice rang in her ears.

Yuan Cuixiao opened her eyes suddenly, and found that she was holding Xia Chan's arm tightly, she let go of it, and murmured, "What's going on?"

Xia Chan picked up the silk handkerchief again, and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead, with an aggrieved look on her face: "The maid saw that the little lady was sweating while sleeping, so she wiped the handkerchief for you in case you would catch a cold. I don't want the little lady to get mad, and scold and beat me."

After hearing this, Yuan Cuixiao felt guilty, struggled to sit up, took her hand, shook it and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Xia Chan was taken aback, quickly took a coat, and put it on for her: "What are you talking about, little lady?" Then she put two cushions behind her, "Sit down, little lady, I'll go to Sister Chunliu's place Let's see if the concoction is ready." After saying that, he raised the curtain and went outside.

Yuan Cuixiao was sweating profusely, her body felt much more relaxed, but her sweat-drenched hair was stuck to her forehead, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable.She casually picked up the handkerchief Xia Chan left behind, wiped it on her forehead a few times, and suddenly remembered a detail of the confrontation with Peng Qi in the other courtyard that day, and couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

"This piece of precious silk is made of Changbai Mountain's rare ice cream, and it is a personal favorite of the previous dynasty and the queen. The little lady is beautiful and beautiful, and you are the best match for you. The old man has a heart, and I invite the little lady to accept it."

Recalling the pink silk scarf and the strange smell of grass leaves, Yuan Cuixiao suddenly had a thought in his heart: Could it be...it could be...

"Little lady, I've taken the medicine." Chunliu lifted the curtain and entered, and Xiachan followed closely behind with a tureen and tray.

"Yeah." Yuan Cuixiao took a large bowl of thick black concoction and drank it in one gulp.

Xia Chan hurriedly handed over the candied fruit: "Little lady, it contains a plum to taste the town."

"I don't feel bitter." Yuan Cuixiao shook her head, and asked her anxiously, "Where is the dress I wore in the last few days of the ceremony?"

Xia Chan thought for a while, and replied: "The middle coat, the inner garment has been starch washed, and the outer dress is damaged in a few places. I took it to the sewing room for mending, but it hasn't been sent back yet."

Yuan Cuixiao was full of hope and said: "There is a pink silk scarf, where is it now?"

Xia Chan showed confusion on her face: "A pink silk scarf?"

"Yes!" Yuan Cuixiao continued to say and gestured, "It's a big one, with a soft texture and a light pink color."

Xia Chan thought hard for a while, then shook her head: "The servant girl didn't see it."

Yuan Cuixiao's heart sank suddenly, and her disappointment was beyond words: "I see, you all go down."

Xia Chan replied anxiously, "Yes", and Chun Liu suddenly interjected, "The maidservant seems to have seen the silk scarf that the lady mentioned."

"Really?!" Yuan Cuixiao's eyes lit up, she stared at Chunliu and said, "Where is it?"

Chunliu replied: "A few days ago, 'Miss Meow' was basking in the sun in the garden, scratching with a ball of pink things in her paws. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now that I think about it, the silk scarf I talked about with the little lady has something to do with it." Somewhat similar."

"I'll go and have a look!" Yuan Cuixiao kicked off the quilt, jumped off the bed, hurriedly took off a pair of shoes, and was about to go to the wing room to look for "Miss Meow".

"Little lady, it's cold outside!" Chun Liu pulled her back to the edge of the bed and sat down, Xia Chan hurriedly opened the suitcase, took out a thick dress and put it on with her.

Yuan Cuixiao's mood when thinking of the ice cream as thin as cicada's wings, under the sharp claws of 'Miss Meow', who has been playing with it for several days, and I don't know what it will be (ravaged) now. Extremely restless, but being held down by Chunliu and unable to move, she had to keep urging Xia Chan: "Hurry up! Hurry up! You don't need to comb your hair!"

As soon as Chunliu let go, Yuan Cuixiao jumped out like a long-pressed spring, and the wind blew towards the wing room, dragging the cat's nest out from under the table.That "Miss Meow" was sleeping soundly, but she was suddenly carried into the boudoir, and she was so wronged that she let out a "meow", and ran away with her tail up.Yuan Cuixiao suddenly found a pink corner where it had slept, her heart was pounding, she pulled it out tremblingly, and it turned out to be intact.She clutched the silk scarf tightly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Back in the house, Yuan Cuixiao pretended to be still sleepy, sent Chun Liu and Xia Chan away, spread out the silk scarf that Peng Qi had given her on the couch, and inspected it carefully, only then did she realize the texture of the silk scarf in front of her. Although it is light and thin, it is extremely tough, no wonder even a cat's paw can't scratch it.She brought her nose closer to sniff again, and there was an indescribable smell of grass and leaves on the silk scarf, but she knew little about plants, even if she saw them, she might not recognize them, let alone smell them with her nose.She tried dipping a little water on the corner of the silk scarf, but when it dried in the shade, the developing condition she expected did not appear.After thinking hard for a while, he lit another candle, carefully stretched the silk scarf, put it over the flames, and smoked it for a while, but still got nothing.

Yuan Cuixiao couldn't help being a little discouraged: Is this silk scarf a formation map?If it is, how to decipher it, where should I find it...

"Little lady, it's time to drink the medicine." Xia Chan held a tray and stood outside the curtain and said.

Yuan Cuixiao said "Yes", and hurriedly rolled up the silk scarf and stuffed it into the sleeve, "Bring it in."

After drinking it all in one go, Yuan Cuixiao put down the bowl and said with a distorted expression, "Why is it so bitter?"

Xia Chan was stunned and said: "The little lady said that it was not bitter after drinking it, so I didn't take the honey fruit."

Yuan Cuixiao gasped in pain, and waved to her, "Go and make a cup of tea, and rinse my mouth."

"Oh." Xia Chan flew away, and after a while, brought a teacup inside, handed it to her and said, "Young lady likes to drink Yuhua tea."

Yuan Cuixiao's expression darkened, she took the teacup, took a sip, and said in a low voice, "Yuhua tea is my favorite."

Xia Chan's face turned a little red, and she said in a voice like a mosquito: "Then it's probably... the maidservant made a mistake..."

Yuan Cuixiao couldn't bear to look at her, turned her face away and took another sip, only to feel that the tea was a hundred times bitterer than the concoction just now, halfway through swallowing, she suddenly choked and coughed uncontrollably.

"Little lady, are you alright?" Xia Chan hurriedly patted her on the back.

Yuan Cuixiao covered her mouth with her sleeve, coughed a dozen more times, and said, "It's okay, I drank too much and choked."

Xia Chan asked again: "Little lady, what would you like to have for dinner later? The maidservant will go to the dining room to send a message."

Yuan Cuixiao answered absent-mindedly: "Great japonica rice porridge, cook it thinner."

"Okay." Xia Chan responded crisply and went outside.

Yuan Cuixiao watched her leave, feeling extremely sad in her heart, sighed, pulled out the silk scarf from her sleeve, halfway through, she was stunned.After pulling them all out and laying them out on the couch, there was a burst of ecstasy in my heart, and then big tears, like beads with a broken thread, fell down in a fluttering sound.