Qing'er's three souls have gone away and two of her souls are gone. At this time, everyone is stupid.
He stared at Shen Tingjun blankly, tears running out of his eyes like water.
He wanted to refute what the Marquis said.
But what should he say?
Ask yourself, can he say that he is not sitting back and enjoying the benefits? Didn't you secretly rejoice because of your sister's blessing? Are you not secretly lucky because you don’t have to face difficulties and setbacks?
Admit it, Sang Qingyue, in fact, you don't have much courage and magnanimity in your bones. You accept your sister's blessing and love calmly, and feel relieved that you don't have to worry about external disturbances. In fact, you have low self-esteem and timidity, and don't want to face so many ups and downs.
Therefore, you know clearly that your sister is not thoughtful in her approach to certain things; but in order to live a stable life and continue to live a carefree life under the protection of your sister, you hide and avoid her with a sense of luck, until your sister In trouble.
My sister is still in a coma, and it’s all because of you! If something happens to your sister, you will be blamed for it for the rest of your life.
Qing'er seemed to be dumbfounded, she was stunned in place. Shuer's whole body was shaking uncontrollably, his lips were trembling, and his pupils were constricted. His whole body seemed to be unable to withstand some kind of stimulation and would collapse at the next moment.
Shen Tingjun spoke again at this moment, "Qing'er, go find some medicine. Your sister has a scratch on her body."
"Scratched, scratched? Where, where?" Qing'er came back to her senses in a daze, and her thoughts, which were almost suppressed to the point of collapse, flew out of the sky in an instant. All he could think about was his sister. When he heard that her sister was injured, his whole body became tense.
Qing'er followed Shen Tingjun's gaze and looked at her sister's wrist. Maybe it was too urgent when they were carried out of the forest, and maybe they didn't care whether the hostages were injured or not. A large piece of tree bark was scratched on my sister's wrist, and the gashes were bloody. It looked terrible.
Qing'er became smart at this moment. Without waiting for Shen Tingjun to say anything, he got up from the ground on all fours and ran towards Sanniang and Wuniang, "Are you using any medicine?"
Qing'er, who ran away, didn't notice that after he left, Sang Nunyue's eyelashes flickered several times, and her breathing was not in a tight state, but slowly relaxed. Her body was no longer tense, and even her limp palms and fingers could not help but curl slightly because of some unbearable emotions.
Shen Tingjun looked down at her. Her face was fair and jade-colored, but her lips were thin and bloodless. There was dust and hair on her cheeks, making her look messy and fragile.
But she is still beautiful, delicate and touching, delicate and broken.
Shen Tingjun slowly tightened his palms and clamped her slender and soft waist. He lowered his head and stared closely at her pale lips. The ink in his eyes was as dark as an abyss, as if a storm was brewing inside.
Qing'er didn't notice anything strange about her sister, nor did she notice anything wrong with Mr. Hou's expression.
Realizing his own nastiness and cowardice, he now just wants to do something for his sister. If there was a gangster in front of his sister, he would even want to fight the gangster to the death.
He wanted the Marquis to see that he was not useless.
It is true that he was accustomed to this gentle circle because he was cared for by his sister since he was a child, and he really didn't want to deal with those troubles. But when the lives of his siblings were in danger, he could risk his own life to protect his sister.
He is not useless.
Qing'er took back the medicine and wanted to apply it to her sister. Shen Tingjun took it and said, "Give it to me."
Qing'er thought this was inappropriate, but Shen Tingjun said, "You can't do this, it will hurt her."
Qing'er reflexively handed out the ointment, but then she realized something seemed wrong.
He was still young and didn't know that Shen Hou's words were too intimate, but seeing his sister unconsciously being held in Shen Hou's arms, and Mr. Hou applying the medicine to his sister lightly, a sentence suddenly appeared in Qing'er's mind. "Men and women are not allowed to be intimate."
Qing'er stood up straight and said, "Master Hou, please give me your sister. I will hold her in my arms."
I don't know if it was Qing'er's misunderstanding, but he seemed to feel that his sister's breathing became lighter at this time. But he didn't leave much time to observe carefully, and heard Shen Hou casually call, "No need. You are small and weak, so you can't hold your sister."
My sister's breathing seems to become rapid...
But Qing'er's attention was diverted again because her sister shivered and her hand moved violently.
Qing'er immediately said, "Master Hou, please be patient, you have hurt my sister."
Shen Tingjun grabbed Sang Nuanyue's injured wrist. His joints are slender and well-proportioned, and the veins on the back of his hands are slightly bulging. His cold white palm moved slightly, as if he could hold her cold jade-like catkin in his palm with only a slight force.
Shen Tingjun's voice suddenly became hoarse and low, as if a string was tightened. He said, "Okay, I will pay attention." But that kind of cryptic look did not seem to be careful, but it seemed that he wanted to pay attention. Only by restraining yourself can you not crush someone.
Qing'er watched with fear. During this period, she felt that something was wrong with the scene many times, but she could not figure out where the problem joint was.
He regretted a hundred times that he was too weak to take over his sister.
But he was lucky.
Fortunately, it was winter and the road was quiet. Few people saw the intimate scene of my sister being held by Shen Hou. Otherwise, just thinking about the questioning from the Hou's house and the rumors that would spread all over the capital. , Qing'er felt suffocated for her sister.
Fortunately, the ordeal ended quickly.
Cheng Lin, the guard beside Shen Tingjun, brought four similarly dressed guards over.
Seeing this, Sanniang and Wu Niang came over first to take Sang Nuanyue over.
This time Shen Tingjun did not refuse, stood up and walked to one side to tell Cheng Lin what to do.
Cheng Lin led the two people away, and the remaining two people stood beside the Marquis and watched the surroundings.
They looked in all directions and listened in all directions, but out of the corner of their eyes, they couldn't help but glance at the female family member, tightly wrapped in a cloak.
The female bodyguard called her "Miss Sang", and there happened to be a Miss Sang living in the Hou Mansion. Although she was a widow, she was as beautiful as a fairy and had a natural bookish air about her. Could it be that she was the one?
Haven't you heard that this reclusive girl Sang has any dealings with their cold and inhumane master?
The guard's face was solemn, and his mind was full of distracting thoughts. But before they could find out anything more, the Marquis asked to leave for Beijing.
It just so happened that when Sanniang and Wu Niang were discussing who should take Miss Sang back, Miss Sang seemed to have heard their words and woke up at that moment.
Qing'er was overjoyed and hugged her sister with tears in her eyes, not knowing what to say.
Sang Nianyue, on the other hand, seemed to understand what had happened as soon as she saw the scene.
She first thanked Shen Tingjun, but she didn't know whether it was because she was too reserved or too polite, or because she felt that her face was too dirty to show others, so she kept her head lowered and did not look up at anyone the whole time.
After that, she patiently comforted her brother, and then followed Sanniang on the horse.
The ride back was quiet, no one said a word. Only when they were passing by Sun Zhu and the other four, the female guard of the Zhenguo General's Mansion handed the evildoer into their hands, and then left with perfect merit.
When they reached the foot of Putuo Mountain, Shen Tingjun said, "You go back first while I go up the mountain."
Sang Nuanyue tilted her head slightly and turned her face to the other side, not looking this way. Her entire chin was buried in the cloak, which had a circle of white fox fur edging, which not only covered her chin well, but even covered half of her cheeks.
Shen Tingjun glanced back and told Qing'er, "I'll send two people back with you... to protect your sister."
Qing'er wondered, "Won't the Marquis return home?"
"Come back later."
"Did the Marquis go to the mountain to tell the old lady that my sister and I were in danger?"
Sang Nuanyue finally looked over.
She didn't want the elderly to worry about them. The old lady was getting older, and joy and sorrow could easily damage the essence and blood. Now that the matter has been resolved, there is no need to talk anymore.
Sang Nuanyue looked at Shen Tingjun and wanted to speak, but she didn't want to talk to him.
But Shen Tingjun seemed to have figured out what she was thinking. He looked over and said, "The guards are coming down the mountain. It's impossible for mother not to know what happened. I'll explain it to calm mother's heart."
Sang Nuanyue pursed her lips and lowered her head, with mixed emotions, but in the end she said, "The tired old lady is worried about us, why don't my brother and I go to the mountain to meet the old lady."
"You guys go back to the Marquis' Mansion. Mom will stay in the mountains for two days and then return to the Mansion. It won't be too late to tell you the details then." He added, "Don't go out these days. I will talk to you about the details when the case is cleared up."
