Village Girl Struggle

The young boy took a few pillows and raised Du Hong's head, who could not move on the bed.

After looking at the big bowl of medicine in his hand, he turned around after thinking about it.

Come in with a smaller bowl in your hand.

I thought about it, if I just drank it by mouth, it would be easier to drink from a small bowl, not to mention that with the pride of Du Xiaohou, he would definitely not want to drink a medicine, and sprinkle a large swath on his chest, so embarrassed.

The young boy poured the lukewarm medicinal soup into the small bowl and brought it to Du Hong's lips.

Although Du Hong could see that the young boy did not treat him very much, but it was undeniable that his every move was very thoughtful and meticulous. It was Du Hong's good brother who did this, and it was nothing more than that.

Of course, Du Hong’s good brothers, Gao Hong and Pei Er, a pair of friends, need not be mentioned. It is Yun Song, a son of a family and a pampered man. Even if he has the heart, he can't be like a young boy. .

Du Hong's injury was almost dying, and now he swallowed the medicine, which would also involve the wound on his chest.

Therefore, after drinking this bowl of medicine, it took a lot of effort, and big beads of sweat ooze from the forehead and nose.

With a stern face, Zhao Xi took the veil from the head of the bed and smacked Du Hong's handsome and depressing face indiscriminately.

Du Hongfeng narrowed his eyes and glanced at Zhao Xi, but said nothing.

So far, he has not figured out what the identity of this young boy is.

Zhao Xi took the medicine bowl and looked outside the courtyard, but Jiang Ying was still nowhere to be seen.

Today, he watched this Du Xiaohou wake up and gave Du Xiaohou medicine again. It was almost half an hour, and he hadn't seen Xiaoying yet.

Although he deliberately concealed it and didn't specifically rush to report to Jiang Ying, Jiang Ying has not been guarding this house for so long, and this is the first time in the past few days.

This is a bit abnormal...

Zhao Xi left the house. Although he is reluctant, the news of Du Hong waking up must be told to Xiaoying, and it is impossible for him to let Du Hong never know that the person who saved him is Xiaoying.

Now that the person has woken up, according to the doctor, he should be able to eat some liquid food.

Zhao Xi came to the house where Jiang Ying lived, but there was no one in the house.

Zhao Xi went to look for Mother Luo again, but Mother Luo was in the small kitchen.

The small kitchen in this small yard is not big. There are two stoves. In addition to vegetables and rice noodles on one side, there is also a small bamboo chair against the wall. It was late autumn, the weather outside was a bit chilly, and things were being stewed on the two stoves in the small kitchen. It makes the small kitchen warm. Mother Luo and Lingye Lingzhi were sitting in small chairs with Wang Chougu and talking.

When Zhao Xi went in, he happened to hear the White Bone Temple, pythons and the like. I thought it was Wang Chougu who was telling them about their adventures along the way.

Aunt Wang Chou usually seldom speaks, but she can still speak a few words with familiar people. It's just a very thrilling story. As soon as she said it, it became a little plain, but that was the case, it still attracted the exclamation of the two girls from time to time.

"Young Master Zhao?"

Mother Luo had sharp eyes, and she was sitting in a position where she could see the outside, just in time to see Zhao Xiaoxi walk in with a bitter expression on her face.

The gazes of the two maids Lingye Lingzhi swiftly projected towards Zhao Xiaoxi.

My friend*'s little master. With a weak and weak appearance, as tender as a little golden boy, can he kill the python to save the same family alone? And already have the fame of Juren?

Then wait for the young master to grow up. It must be amazing...

Well, you can take a few more glances now, but you may not have such an opportunity in the future.

Zhao Xiaoxi felt a little hairy when she was seen, and she scratched the tip of her chin uncomfortably.

I thought, I was only delaying the news that a certain Xiaohou woke up for a while. It’s not so easy to be seen through, right?

"Ah, Mother Luo. Where's Xiaoying?"

Zhao Xiaoxi didn't care about calling her sister a few days ago. At first, she shouted so and made Jiang Ying protest a few times. Later, Zhao Xiaoxi shouted a lot, and Jiang Ying got used to it.

Madam Luo stood up and said, "The young lady took Madam Wei to the middle courtyard of Guanli, and I think she was visiting the real person Bi Ling."

Although Mother Luo and the others have been kept in the small courtyard at the back, the Baiyuntang is so quiet that it has been guarded by soldiers inside and out. I think it can't be controlled by the real person of Bi Ling. Now the lady is back. , It's worth a visit in the past.

Regarding the fact that Lady Wei was able to pass freely in this heavily guarded place, Mother Luo also had some guesses in her heart, but these things were still a bit remote for her servant, so she didn't want to ask more.

"Real Bi Ling?"

There was a trace of doubt in Zhao Xi's eyes.

True person Bi Ling is almost the most noble person among the monks, and almost no one in the Da Zhao Dynasty didn't know it.

I remember that the Baiyuntang in the previous life gradually declined after the death of Bi Ling's real person. The people in the view were divided into several factions. Some advocated closed-door practice, some focused on clinging to the powerful and wealthy, and some went on the wrong path to pretend to be a ghost and deceive. Tens of thousands of faithful cultists finally participated in the rebellion. The last Baiyuntang was demolished by the imperial order, and all the people in the sight were scattered and wandered.

Taoism in the past century has only fallen in a few years.

Counting the time, it should be the past few years.

However, this world is a little different. After such a catastrophe, Baiyuntang is doomed to fall, and it will not take a few years at all.

Jiang Ying had lived in Baiyuntang for more than three years, and he had been taken care of by Bi Ling a lot, and it was natural to see it.

Zhao Xi didn't worry much about Jiang Ying's safety, after all, she was the daughter of King Ning Yuan.

"The Lord Duhou woke up, so Madam watched to get him something to eat."

Zhao Xi finally told the news of Du Hong's waking up, very reluctant in her heart.

But the guy was in a coma for several days without eating. If he starved to death, wouldn't he be guilty?

"Ah, Lord Du Xiaohou is awake? Thank God... If the young lady knows, she will be happy...Quickly, quickly, Lingye, let Xiaohou's master cook Bi Japonica rice soup... Fortunately, I have left some more these days..."

Mother Luo went round and round with excitement, and drove Lingye to boil the soup, and ran to visit her happily.

In her heart, Master Du Hou was the prospective husband-in-law of her own lady.

The two men love concubines, they are of equal talent and appearance, and the various behaviors Jiang Ying has shown in the past few days are the unmarried couples that ordinary people have booked. I didn't care about that closeness either.

If the young lady does not marry Master Du Hou, which one will she marry?

The small courtyard was immediately busy. Even Du Shun heard the good news that his owner woke up. He had to hold on and take a look. It was Ding Bao's kind heart and carried Du Shun to the house where Du Hong lived, and was satisfied. His wish was fulfilled.

Watching the hustle and bustle of the crowd with cold eyes, Zhao Xi pursed her lips, rolled her eyes slanting upwards, folded her hands, and returned to the room where she lived.

In the middle courtyard of Baiyuntang at this time. It's a different story.

The entrance guards used to be harsh, but the place of clean repairs from the outside world is now silent, after a few autumn rains. The dilapidated branches and leaves of flowers and trees have fallen all over the courtyard, and weeds have even begun to grow in some places. Although the bricks and tiles are still there, the doors and windows are still there, there is an indescribable desolation and desolation.

Inside the hall. Lady Wei stood straight in front of a room door, and the four guards were also separated from each other.

The door of the room was closed tightly, but the door was made of phoebe wood, carved with cranes and white clouds. The cranes spread their wings and the white clouds stretched freely. Seeing exquisite but not complicated, it also reveals the aura of a kind of fairy wind.

A door separates the two worlds.

Inside the door was a bitter wind and rain.

Real Bi Ling leaned on the jade couch. Described as a withered, gray complexion, stubborn, worse than when the high cold came and threatened a few days ago, it seems that it is possible to let go at any time.

The Taoist robe on her body is still the snow-capped silk brocade and suyun yarn that are hard to find in the world. However, this kind of Huaguang is faintly exposed, smooth as water. When she put it on her body, it was even more flimsy, as if there was only a skeleton in the dress.

Xiaodaogu Miaoyu's eyes were red and swollen from crying, like a rotten peach.

The little Taoist aunt was kneeling four or five steps in front of the couch, and beside her, there were two or three middle-aged Taoist aunts kneeling.

Looking at the appearance, all of them looked haggard and sad, and the Taoist robe they were wearing was also stained in many places.

It should be noted that these three Taoist aunts are all high-ranking Xuanzi generations and Miaozi generations in Baiyuntang. They go in and out on weekdays, all of them are tidy and tidy, their heads and faces are a hundred times more vigorous, and now each of them has been imprisoned for several days. It's only now that I can see the master, and this view is the moment of life and death. How can these people care about their appearance?

In addition to the people in Baiyuntang, there was an outsider who was kneeling two or three steps in front of the couch, and on the contrary, he was closer to the real Biling than the people in Baiyuntang.

This person is Jiang Ying.

Everyone looked at the real person Bi Ling, stretched out their hands, and slowly removed a thin chain from their neck. At the top of the chain was a thumb-sized ink pendant. It was neither gold nor jade. The shape looked like a hollow. Gourd.

"Xiaoying,...you're closer."

Real Bi Ling's voice was already clearly lacking in breath. If it weren't for everyone in the room to hold their breath and kneel in the front position, such a low voice would be extremely difficult to hear.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Ying took a step on her knees, leaning forward, her eyes full of pain and surprise.

She was only here to visit the real Bi Ling today, how could she have imagined such a shocking change!

Bi Ling, who seemed to have changed two people the same as before, smiled and nodded when he saw Jiang Ying and said that he was finally back.

Jiang Ying was also asked to summon all the Taoist aunts she designated.

With Lady Wei, it's not too difficult to get a few Taoist aunts in to say a few words to Real Person Bi Ling.

But what Jiang Ying couldn’t imagine was that after real person Bi Ling met the disciples of the Xuan Zi generation and the Miao Zi generation in Bai Yuntang, he said that she was exhausted, and Xuan Zhen fell. Although Bai Yuntang suffered this catastrophe , But there are dozens of disciples, all of whom are weak women. If Baiyuntang falls in the future, these disciples will have no place to live and stand, and they will inevitably be bullied. As the ancestor of Baiyuntang, the real person Bi Ling naturally cannot bear the heart. Seeing that the disciple had fallen like this, he had to find a leader for Baiyuntang before he perished.

The leader, Bi Ling, clearly pointed to Jiang Ying!

ps: Xiao Fengfeng: Zhao Xiaoxi is a grave egg, and she doesn't tell others about Xiao Yingying! Xiao Xixi: I really hate it, since I met Du Xiaohou, Xiao Yingying hasn't paid much attention to Xiaoye! Xiao Yingying: Admit me, actually, but, can I not be a Taoist aunt?