"Okay...you...help me!"
Qing Qing's weak voice reached Zhao Rang's ears. He quickly turned around, stepped forward quickly, and held Qing Qing's back and waist to prevent her from lying directly on her back.
"What’s wrong with you?!"
Hearing the tension in Zhao Rang's tone, Qingqing replied with peace of mind:
"This method consumes a lot of money. But it doesn't matter. I just need to rest."
Zhao Rang helped Qing Qing sit down slowly, then put the kettle on the stove, preparing to make her a cup of hot tea.
While hot tea won't help much, doing something is better than doing nothing.
The water hasn't boiled yet, but the junior sister has already woken up.
She covered her still dizzy head and sat up from the bed.
When he first saw Zhao Rang staring at him, he quickly lowered his head like a frightened deer.
"Drink a glass of cold water and wake up!"
The junior sister silently took the cup and drank it in one breath.
Drunk people will be very thirsty when they wake up, and men and women are the same.
After drinking a glass of water, the little junior sister's energy improved significantly, enough to hear Zhao Rang clearly.
"Your senior sister has been poisoned."
"ah?!"
The junior sister exclaimed.
Compared to Sun Er's death, her senior sister's safety was definitely more important.
Seeing that the senior sister's complexion was gray and her hands were speckled with black spots, the younger junior sister immediately got out of bed and rushed toward her, but Zhao Rang stopped her with his arm.
"She was poisoned, and you want to die too?"
The junior sister asked with tears in her eyes and choked with sobs:
"Will my senior sister die?"
Zhao Rang had no way to answer her question.
Taoists think about life and death, but isn't the so-called ascension in the daytime a kind of escape? Those who truly discover life and death will not try their best to prolong their lives. They will only choose to live up to their wishes in every moment from the moment they discover life and death!
But Zhao Rang didn't say anything, the junior sister just cried...
Zhao Rang regretted letting her wake up.
Zhao Rang is very experienced in dealing with a drunkard. But facing a girl who kept crying, Zhao Rang was like holding a red-hot iron.
The girls he met didn't need to be coaxed, but instead they all rushed to coax him.
Glancing at Qingqing, Qingqing's eyes were closed tightly and he was still adjusting his breathing.
Zhao Rang sighed and reached out to pat the junior sister's shoulder.
The junior sister was completely immersed in her own emotions at the moment, completely blocking out the outside world, and she didn't feel Zhao Rang's pat on her shoulder.
As a last resort, Zhao Rang had no choice but to reach out and hold her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
This time, the junior sister was shocked!
She forgot to cry, only tears continued to flow.
Seeing this, Zhao Rang softened his heart again and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his sleeve.
When a person is at his saddest moment, being treated gently by someone suddenly will without exception make the already uncontrollable emotions even more unbridled.
The junior sister was stunned for a moment, then said "Wow", hugged Zhao Rang's waist tightly, buried her head on him, and started crying desperately.
The cry made Qingqing open her eyes.
"You are so gentle!"
Qingqing's breath was still a little unsteady when she spoke, but she didn't say anything unhappy.
Zhao Rang was caught in the middle and simply pretended not to hear and said nothing.
After a while, the little junior sister's mood stabilized, she let go of Zhao Rang embarrassedly, stepped back, wiped the tears on her face with her hands, and looked at her poisoned senior sister dully.
Zhao Rang was about to speak when he saw this, but she suddenly said:
"I've seen dark spots like this!"
Zhao Rang and Qing Qing looked at each other and asked in unison:
"where?"
The junior sister looked at Zhao Rang and replied:
"On Sun Er."
Zhao Rang couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Even if what the junior sister said was accurate, it would be of no use now.
"What's wrong? Let's go to the back mountain to ask Sun Er. Maybe we can detoxify Senior Sister!"
Before Zhao Rang had finished speaking just now, the junior sister got emotional.
So now she still doesn't know what happened during the period after she was drunk and fell asleep.
"There's no need to look for Sun Er."
Zhao Rang said.
"He is dead!"
Afraid of scaring the little girl again, Zhao Rang did not tell her the details of Sun Er's tragic situation, but simply told her the general outline of the matter. Of course, Zhao Rang did not mention those five people.
Now in the entire Baihe Mountain, except for Qingqing, he doesn't believe anyone, including the cases of the fifteen people left by Bai Hezi.
"Ignoring his life or death, you said you have seen exactly the same thing in him?"
Afraid that the junior sister would fall into emotion again, Qingqing hurriedly spoke.
"Yes. That time I encountered a problem in my homework. I asked my senior sister, but she couldn't explain clearly, so we made an appointment to go to the master's courtyard together. When we walked to the door of the master's courtyard, we found someone in the room. We didn't dare to disturb him, so we just stood there. Waiting outside. During this time, the master scolded the visitor in the room. My senior sister and I were very surprised, because the master has always been gentle and steady, with great ethics and self-cultivation, and he has never even been anxious."
"Then……"
Speaking of this, the little junior sister's face flashed with confusion for a moment, as if she had something unspeakable.
Zhao Rang and Qing Qing did not rush her, they just waited for her to figure it out on her own.
The little junior sister looked at the senior sister who was unconscious due to poisoning, finally made up her mind and continued:
"Then the master's scoldings became more and more unpleasant. I had never heard of many of the words, but my senior sister later told me that those were the filthiest and most filthy curse words and should never be said, otherwise your tongue would be cut off by Lu Zu's flying sword! "
"The person your master scolded was Sun Er?"
Zhao Rang was afraid that she would go to other places again, so he spoke the right way.
"Yes! After the master finished scolding me, my senior sister and I saw Sun Er coming out of it in despair. He had his sleeves rolled up at the time, and there were such black spots on his hands and arms, but not as many as the senior sister's body."
"Oh, by the way! It's on his neck too!"
After listening to the junior sister's narration, Zhao Rang felt even more sorry for Sun Er's death... As long as he had a breath, Zhao Rang would try to get him to speak and verify the authenticity of the matter.
"Your Investigation Department is said to have hands and eyes that can dig out people even from cracks in the ground."
"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"
Qingqing asked rhetorically.
"Is there any way you can make the dead speak?"
Qingqing laughed angrily at Zhao Rang's words and said sadly:
"You are too busy with the affairs of the living, so you still have time to worry about the dead? The Investigation Department is not the judge of the underworld. If you really have this ability, you must be from Baihe Mountain? What can't be done with the magic of gods?"
"Oh...it's really troublesome..."
Zhao Rang sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at the distant mountains outside the window.
The mountain wind that had been blowing for most of the night finally blew away all the fog in the forest.
Suddenly Zhao Rang saw a flash of white light in the distance, as if something was flying towards here with a sinister and fierce aura.
Zhao Rang just wanted his junior sister and Qing Qing to be careful, but as soon as his mind moved, the speed of this thing increased several times!
"Boom!"
There was a muffled sound.
The white light was firmly nailed to the beams.
It is a Qimen weapon that looks like a sword but not a sword, and looks like a knife but not a sword. It is about one and a half feet long.
The tail holds a long white ribbon.
There was a bright red envelope tied to the ribbon, the color brighter than blood.
"Beware of the poison!"
Seeing that Zhao Rang was about to take off the envelope, Qingqing quickly stopped him.
Zhao Rang cast a reassuring look at her, drew his knife out of its sheath, cut off the ribbon with a single blow, and dropped the envelope on the ground.
Carefully use the tip of a knife to open the envelope, revealing a neatly folded letter inside.
There is not a single word on the letterhead, just a meticulous painting.
Regardless of the content, just looking at the brushwork and coloring, although this painting is small in size, it is still of high quality.
"Can your master draw?"
Zhao Rang asked as he looked at the painting.
The junior sister shook her head and said:
"have no idea."
In the painting, the sun has just set, and half of the sky is billowing with thick fire clouds. The colors are gorgeous, constantly overlapping, and there is a sense of comfort and leisure amidst the excitement. Below is a mighty river, boundless water, flowing endlessly into the distance.
The gorgeous sunset casts on the river, making the river equally gorgeous. The only drawback is that the river is too empty and lonely. In this way, this gorgeousness seems a bit aimless.
"Do you understand?"
Qingqing asked.
"This is a painting."
Qingqing rolled her eyes at him.
What Zhao Rang said was correct, but it was complete nonsense.
Anyone who is not blind can see that this is a painting.
"It's still an invitation!"
Zhao Rang continued.
This sentence is not nonsense. Qingqing has a straight look and listens carefully.
But when she looked sideways, she couldn't figure out why this painting was an invitation.
There are many calligraphy works by famous artists in Changchun Garden.
After all, literati are romantic.
Wine and beautiful women are the aphrodisiacs that inspire their creative passion.
Aunt Shu is a person who is good at management. She often hands over pens, ink and paper to these literati at the right time when they are aroused by drinking.
After seeing too much, your eyesight will naturally be trained, so Zhao Rang did not explain, but asked:
"What do you think is missing from this painting?"
Qingqing thought for a while and said:
"There is a shortage of boats and fish in the water, and there is a shortage of talents and beauties on the shore."
Zhao Rang burst into laughter upon hearing this.
He thought the same thing as Qingqing said.
Someone went to great lengths to send a missing landscape painting. Isn't it just an invitation?
"You mean, this painting is just a good idea, and anyone who can see the flaws will definitely go to the appointment?"
Zhao Rang pointed at Qingqing, then pointed at himself and said:
"Didn't you already say that we are short of beautiful women and talented people?"
"What if you don't see it?"
Zhao Rang replied solemnly:
"If you don't see it, then you won't even have a chance to keep the appointment. Maybe the next flash of white light won't be so polite, and it might come straight to our throats."
Qingqing looked up at the weapons nailed to the beam, and reached out to touch her cold throat.
"When are we going to have the appointment?"
"Tomorrow evening."
Zhao Rang reached out and picked up the letterhead and envelope.
He was now able to confirm that there was no quenching poison on these two things.
If you poison the invited guests, no one will be able to attend the appointment. Someone who could create such an elegant painting would not allow his own situation to become a disappointment.
