The north wind was howling, and a carriage filled with goods stopped in front of the "Shen's Mansion". The old man stepped out of the car, then turned around and helped a girl, who was tightly covered with a felt hat, down.
The nurse opened the door, and the elder immediately carefully led the girl into Shen's house, and the door closed again.
In Fangfei Garden, after Xihe drank the goat's milk, he lay lazily on the soft couch and read a travel journal, when he heard the maid coming to report that the eldest master had arrived.
"Didn't you say it's only half a month away?"
"I don't know, but the eldest master has brought a girl here this time. She is sitting in the wife's yard right now." The maid said while dressing Xihe.
Xihe paused: "Girl?"
The maid leaned over and put on the sachet for her: "Yes, Miss."
It was cold and windy outside the house. Xihe, wearing a thick cloak, led two maids all the way to the main courtyard. As soon as he entered, he heard a strange laughter, as sweet as silver bells.
The maid opened the curtain, Xihe walked in, and saw the woman sitting at the bottom.
In the dead of winter, she wore a thin red dress, embroidered with five poisonous insects, her nails were black and purple, and her pale face was painted with strange patterns.
Two words came to Xihe's mind: Miao territory.
Sure enough, after the two parties met and greeted each other, the elder introduced that the woman was indeed from the Miao border and came to Beijing to seek medical treatment.
"Cure?"
Xihe and Mrs. Shen looked at each other in confusion.
The elder then looked at Xihe, his expression wanting to speak but stopping.
Xihe blinked and understood.
In the evening, Mr. Shen Er returned home. After dinner, the group went to Mr. Shen's study.
As soon as the study door was closed, the Miao woman staggered and fell to her knees in an instant. The patterns on her face instantly spread to her entire face, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.
"Miss Yue!"
The elder exclaimed, then turned to look at Song Qianru anxiously.
Mr. Shen Er patted Song Qianru on the shoulder and motioned for him to take a look.
Song Qianru pinched her nose and leaned over to take a look. The next moment, her brows wrinkled.
The elder was so nervous that he held his breath.
Song Qianru stretched out his hand and put it on the top of Miss Yue's hair. He turned his wrist slightly, and instantly a faint light burst out from his palm, covering her whole body bit by bit.
Miss Yue's brows gradually relaxed, the patterns on her face disappeared little by little, and her cheeks became rosy.
"Miss Yue, is there anything else?"
As soon as Song Qianru put down his hand, the elder asked anxiously.
Song Qianru shook his head: "It's just evil energy entering the body, just dispel it, it's no big deal."
The eldest man immediately breathed a sigh of relief. His servants came in and helped Miss Yue to the guest house to rest. Only then did the eldest man tell the whole story.
It turned out that when they went to southern Xinjiang to collect goods, they accidentally offended the local village owner and detained them and the goods. Only three of them escaped. They had been looking for ways to save people and get back the goods. They happened to encounter Yue girl's tribe being attacked. They went to rescue people and formed a good relationship.
"That cottage is particularly weird. Miss Yue saved people but accidentally entered their forbidden area, and her face looked like this."
The elder was still shocked when he thought of the scene at that time. He looked at Song Qianru: "There are government things in that batch of goods, so we have to take them. Miss Yue has been very kind to us. I thought that Mr. Song has extraordinary abilities, so I took them with me." She came to Beijing... Mr. Song, I am really grateful to you today."
Master Shen Er treated Song Qianru like a child, but the eldest master and others did not dare.
They respected ghosts and gods, heaven and earth. Although Song Qianru had a simple and harmless temperament, they would never dare to neglect him.
