A group of four people ran for more than a hundred miles in the heavy rain.
It was impossible to tell the direction in the rain, and the road became more and more desolate. After traveling for more than ten miles, there was still no human being around.
People can't stand it, and horses can't stand it either.
I had no choice but to stop in front of a temple that was in disrepair and was dilapidated and depressed.
From the outside, the outer walls of the temple are dilapidated, with tiles peeling off and moss spreading. After being exposed to wind and rain for a long time, the lintels have all rotted away.
Fortunately, there is still a place inside that can protect you from the wind and rain.
Several people got off their horses and tied the carriage horses at the door.
There was a lot of rain outside and the road was slippery and muddy. Yuan Ying asked her ancestors to stay in the carriage and not come out.
After they found a lot of dry firewood and lit a fire in the temple, Yuan Ying violently tore down an old wooden door and laid it next to the fire, with a warm mat on it.
Dongfang Qingfeng and Dongfang Qingfeng changed their clothes and sat beside the fire to warm themselves up.
Wait until Que Qingyue got off the carriage.
With the firelight in the temple, a few people could clearly see what she looked like now.
Yuan Ying was so frightened on the spot that she froze on the spot. Liu Sichen, who was warming himself by the fire, was also startled.
"Miss Que, are you okay?"
Dongfang Qingfeng had taken off his unicorn armor, changed into black single clothes and was sitting against the wall.
When he looked over casually, he also stared at her for a while, which was obviously beyond his expectation.
Is she hurt?
Logically speaking, among the four of them, Que Qingyue had been in the carriage, and the others were outside. One person was driving the carriage, and the other two were riding in the rain. The heavy rain fell directly, and several people's clothes were soaked. It should be embarrassing for them.
But it happened that the one sitting in the car, the neatest dressed and the most well-protected, was in the most serious condition among the four people.
His forehead was bruised because he hit the carriage, and the wound was green and red with some blood.
This injury in particular looked even more shocking on her palm-sized face.
"Who did it?" Yuan Ying said in shock.
Que Qingyue, who was in a bad mood, turned her head and rolled her eyes, what do you think?
She reached out and smoothed the hair next to the wound, and explained helplessly in a low voice: "...I hit it accidentally." It was really an accident.
The location of the wound was really awkward. What I knew was that she accidentally touched the wall of the carriage in the carriage.
Those who didn’t know it thought she had committed suicide.
It’s unspeakable.
The three people in the temple looked at her without saying a word.
Apart from the initial shock, there was also silence afterwards.
Que Qingyue glanced at these people and saw that their eyes were strange.
"What's wrong?"
Then she looked at Yuan Ying beside her and asked, "Am I disfigured? Is it serious?"
Yuan Ying: "..."
"Haha, just, um, a little bit."
I don’t know why, but my ancestor’s hair was untidy, his face was injured, and there was a trace of blood on his forehead. It seemed that his appearance had been greatly damaged, and it was not as beautiful as the sparkling autumn light.
But, it's strange.
On such a rainy night, in such a ruined temple, under the flickering light of the firewood, looking at the ancestor who had been tortured, especially the injury, his face turned out to be a bit more gorgeous.
It was as if a bold stroke of color had been added to her face. Her hair was messy and the color was thick, which actually highlighted her beauty.
This kind of beauty can withstand tossing, and the more you toss it, the better it becomes.
It looks different from before, even more eye-catching.
No wonder the three of them were silent. How could this be injury? This is the added glory.
The more hurt, the more beautiful, the more torture, the more beautiful.
It really makes people silent and has nothing to say.
…
It was a cold rainy night and the temple was already a bit cold. After lighting the fire, it quickly warmed up.
The rain outside has not stopped, but has become lighter, and it is pouring down. Through the doorless temple door, a few people can still see the rustling raindrops splashing on the ground outside.
If it weren't for the fact that the few people who were chased before were as embarrassed as drowned rats.
At this time, this scene, the night rain in the ancient temple, is somewhat artistic.
In particular, there is a spider web hanging on the wall at the door, and there is a spider on it, swaying with the wind and rain outside.
Que Qingyue sat by the fire and took a sip of hot tea before she finally calmed down.
Yuan Ying had already arranged her hair, and placed the silver hairband along her hair. She carefully combed the hair on both sides of her forehead back to avoid touching the wound on her forehead.
Difficult conditions.
There is no way, there is no medicine now.
Liu Sichen was sitting by the fire. He saw the rich ancestor of the Que family, lowering his head and slowly using a handkerchief to avoid the injury on his forehead. He pressed other parts of his forehead to wipe away the rain that had fallen on him when he got off the car.
The injury was actually not serious. To them, it was just a slight scratch on the skin.
It won't even leave a scar.
But her face looked very serious. After a while, she looked even more bruised.
Yuan Ying looked on anxiously: "How could it be so seriously injured?" Can a bump cause bleeding? How powerful is this?
"It's all my fault, the carriage drove too fast..."
Que Qingyue pressed her forehead and complained: "You were not too fast, you were crazy." Driving like crazy, for more than a hundred miles, she was like a fish in a can in the car. Thinking about it even now, she can't bear to look back.
"Your Highness." Liu Sichen thought of something and discussed with Dongfang Qingfeng in a low voice: "Don't you still have a royal..."
Dongfang Qingfeng's eyes moved towards the lieutenant who liked to turn his elbows outward.
But this time, there was no cold sneer at him like usual.
She just glanced at him, took out a green medicine bottle from the lapel of her clothes, and threw it to Liu Sichen without looking at it.
Liu Sichen caught it immediately.
He quickly handed it over to the other side.
"Miss Que, this is medicine. Rub it on the wound and it will heal within two days. I guarantee there won't be any scars."
You know, a person's face is very important. Regardless of men or women, it is best not to have scars on their faces. Needless to say, women, the same is true for men.
It is a big deal for princes, generals, and nobles to have scars on their faces. It is a disgraceful and disgraceful thing.
"Great, thank you." Yuan Ying quickly took it and opened the bottle quickly.
Que Qingyue took a look and saw that the bottle seemed to be made of a piece of jasper. The jade was warm and moist in color.
She casually stretched out her fingers, clamped the medicine bottle, opened the bottom of the bottle and swept it, royal medicine?
Is it something from the palace?
The hierarchy in the palace is strict, and the imperial products used are all based on status. Each medicine bottle is carved from a whole piece of jasper. Could such an imperial medicine be...
Bibi marrow ointment? That's a royal thing.
The medicines inside are all rare and valuable, and they are holy products for stopping bleeding and promoting muscle growth.
Used by the emperor.
She put the medicine bottle back into Yuan Ying's hand, looked at Dongfang Qingfeng and the others, and said, "Thank you very much."
Yuan Ying opened the bottle, and sure enough, a strange fragrance hit her face.
The ointment is not the turbid and pungent yellow ointment you usually buy in pharmacies, but a clear blue ointment with a faint fragrance, which is transparent and delicate.
When Yuan Ying cleaned her hands and applied the ointment to her ancestor's wound, Que Qingyue hissed.
Avoided her hand.
"What scratched me on your hand?" Que Qingyue raised her head and asked her.
"Huh? It seems like...oh, calluses?" She was practicing boxing, and her hands were covered with calluses.
"Then I'll be careful." He said and stretched out his hand again.
Seeing that she wanted to apply it again, Que Qingyue directly covered her face with her backhand and avoided her: "Okay, okay, that's it."
"Apply a little more."
"okay!"
"Ancestor, I still have it in my hand."
"Don't come here!"
One of the two wanted to apply it, and the other dodged to block her.
Que Qingyue even covered her face with her wide sleeves, but she couldn't stop Yuan Ying's strong strength. She reached out and grabbed Yuan Ying's wrist, preventing her from touching her forehead with her fingers again.
The master and the servant are making trouble.
Liu Sichen sat next to the fire and kept watching. A smile appeared on his face unconsciously, even when he was angry...
It was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Until his peripheral vision moved to the side.
His Highness was actually sitting by the fire, looking across at him calmly.
At night, under the firelight, His Highness's handsome face was so handsome that it was rare for him to be relaxed and relaxed at this moment.
Probably aware of the sight, he suddenly turned his head to look at Liu Sichen.
He asked him calmly: "What are you looking at?"
Liu Sichen: "Oh, haha, His Highness is much more generous today."
Although the green marrow ointment is nothing to His Highness, it is a gift from the emperor after all, and it is not given to everyone.
Dongfang Qingfeng snorted expressionlessly: "For your sake, you'd better take care of yourself and stay out of other people's business."
"Yes, my subordinates know."
After finally applying the ointment, they drank tea and ate some snacks around the fire.
Que Qingyue also ate a piece of rose rice cake under Yuan Ying's feeding, which really left a fragrance in her mouth.
She regained some strength, and the clothes on her body were a little wrinkled after being worn for half a night, so she returned to the car and changed into a blue coat with a white sleeveless outer coat with wide sleeves.
Dressed in clear blue, her whole body was as transparent as jade.
Liu Sichen was talking to Dongfang Qingfeng about the Fairy Temple.
"Unexpectedly, the Fairy Temple has also fallen." Liu Sichen said: "Looking at the range, it is probably a three-level evil spirit. Fortunately, the general was decisive and killed it with one sword. Otherwise, if it grows up in the future, I am afraid it will It will be a Huangquan level..."
By then, Yuncheng will be in danger...
Now that he thought about it, he still felt that the evil spirit was terrible. It could lift people's souls with just one poem. This was the first time he had seen such evil spirit.
"I remember that evil poem. What did she read...turn into ashes?"
Que Qingyue opened her clothes and sat down. She arranged her clothes calmly, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. When he asked, she corrected her.
"It's not turning into ashes, it's turning into jasper after thousands of years of resentment. It's hard to get rid of the hatred. The rainy night is bleak and the cold autumn wind is blowing away your soul..."
Then she whispered: "The blood of resentment turned into jasper for a thousand years?"
"Could it be that the jasper in it refers to her skeleton? Or is it something enshrined in the Fairy Temple? Thousands of years of resentment turned into jade? Could she be the person in the legend of the Fairy Temple who died before becoming an immortal?"
"If that's true, he didn't become an immortal, but became a evil spirit. What a miserable person he is."
Yuan Ying next to her heard Diao Erhun and immediately rubbed her shoulders, "As soon as I heard this poem, my soul was about to fly again. When driving the carriage, I wished I was a horse. I felt even more tired than a horse." It was because I was tired. .
Que Qingyue glanced at her with disgust, "You really want to be a fool, you stupid girl..."
"Yuncheng is not under my jurisdiction now. It belongs to the Seven Seas Alliance." Dongfang Qingfeng's unicorn armor was not there, and he was wearing a black single robe that showed his narrow waist and long legs.
He thought for a while and said, "Si Chen, you will send the news back to Tianchawei tomorrow, and the Seven Seas Alliance will take over the matter." After saying that, he glanced at Que, who had finished reading the poem and was quarreling with the maid while drinking tea. The squeamish ancestor.
He didn't shy away from it and said, "Take the things you were resentful about just now and bring them with you. The matter at the Fairy Temple is over, and they will take care of the things over there."
"Yes, I will take your orders."
Yuan Ying asked Que Qingyue in a low voice: "Ancestor, did we almost die tonight?"
Que Qingyue held the teacup to her lips: "Yeah."
"So that's the Evil Spirit? But since we're fine now, the people in the caravan should have escaped too, right?"
Que Qingyue looked at her merit sea and said casually: "Probably so."
"Ancestor, tell me, after Xie Chong disappeared, the person who killed Xie Chong was..." Yuan Ying looked at Dongfang Qingfeng and his knife.
"Tsk, why are you asking me? Aren't you a martial arts practitioner? Do you have a brain?"
Que Qingyue lowered her head and drank hot tea while Ren Yuanying whispered in her ear.
Just as a few people were sitting around the fire, relaxing and chatting, Liu Sichen, who was near the temple gate, twitched his ears.
"somebody is coming?"
…
"Hey, Brother Zhao, there is a temple in front of us. Let's go in and take shelter from the rain. This damn rain, I almost lost my life there..."
