Nanny Feng stepped forward and got in front of Gu Jianghe's eyes. Only then did she realize that she seemed to be much taller than her. Gu Jianghe didn't pay much attention when he saw her in the corridor. Most women in southern Yunnan are engaged in labor, and their stature is much taller than that of women in the Central Plains. But now I realize that as a woman, Grandma Feng seems to be a bit too high.
Nanny Feng leaned over, and the invisible pressure made Gu Jianghe fall backwards unconsciously. Just when she was about to lose her balance, a hand firmly grabbed her waist from behind.
Four pairs of eyes.
The color of his eyes, which were still pure black before, gradually faded away.
Shock climbed onto Gu Jianghe's face: "What's wrong with you?"
Originally the voice of a middle-aged woman was replaced by the male voice that she was very familiar with: "I came to see you, but you seem to have been taught well by Mingyue."
From such a close distance, Gu Jianghe could clearly see her face. That face was obviously that of a typical southern Yunnan woman, but her eyes, with a hint of pink, were so enchanting and charming. passionate.
Wen Jirou let go of Gu Jianghe and asked her to sit down at the table. In the dim room, he looked around, pulled a stool and sat down next to her.
At such a close distance, it seemed that he could hear the other person's breathing. Gu Jianghe reflexively wanted to stand up, but Wen Jirou grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly on the seat. There seemed to be a sound coming from the back of his hand. The temperature in his palm.
"There are many dangers here. I can't let others discover my identity, so speak as quietly as possible."
She stopped resisting and didn't take her hand away, but he didn't seem to want to let go. He held the weak hands tightly, and the coldness in his palms made him unable to bear to let go.
"How did you go up the mountain? Did you go up the mountain with Jiuxia? Did you leave her alone in the room? Is she safe?"
A series of questions made Wen Jirou laugh out loud: "I have always thought that Gu Guzhu is an indifferent and aloof person. Why do you act like a boudoir lady who never goes out of the door or steps out of the door today?"
Wen Jirou's teasing made Gu Jianghe a little angry, and she wanted to throw away his hand, but he held her hand tightly with his other hand: "Don't make trouble, I'm just worried about you."
Unlike her usual appearance, Wen Jirou spoke softly and gently at this time, and there was a faint scent of powder coming from her body, which made her lose her mind.
"How did you go up the mountain?" Gu Jianghe asked again.
"You know, King Nanyue has always been on good terms with the Mingyue Sect, so Su Wenqian is naturally the best way to get into the Mingyue Sect," Wen Jirou said quietly, and suddenly smiled in a low voice: "Su Wenqian is weak, Xiliu Fufeng, I can't pretend to be different, so naturally I can only trouble the girl next to you, but the Nanny Feng next to her is tall and powerful, so I can still try."
"What other reason did you have for joining the Mingyue Sect?" Gu Jianghe looked at him.
At this time, Wen Jirou let go of Gu Jianghe's hands, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Miss Gu is still so smart, so Xiaoke really has nothing to hide in front of you."
The red sandalwood glazed lamp illuminated the pale yellow candlelight, and her figure was reflected in those light-colored eyes.
"During this journey, you should have guessed that my identity is related to the royal family of the Central Plains." Seeing that Gu Jianghe was somewhat silent, Wen Jirou became even more confident that she had roughly guessed her identity. "The prince is critically ill. I am here to serve you. The emperor’s secret decree is to find a way to obtain the Mingyue Sect’s sacred object, Red Blood Mushroom.”
"You came here for Scarlet Blood Zhi." Gu Jianghe seemed a little surprised. He raised his chin, his eyes suddenly changed, but he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I never expected it. Then I will Mr. Wen, what are the benefits? Is it my medical skills?"
His bright red lips pursed unconsciously. At that moment, he suddenly had an urge to reveal his true purpose. He had planned for a long time and worked hard to return to southern Yunnan by borrowing the power and status of the royal family, and attracted people from Yunzhong City to come here, just to take revenge.
As he approached her, his eyes became complicated.
The first time he met Gu Jianghe, he had already guessed her approximate identity. At that time, he only thought that this woman was as cold and dim as the legend. But when he saw her again later, Wen Jirou felt that there might be many secrets in her body. And her involuntary concern for him also made him feel a warmth that he had hardly experienced since he was a child.
However, there were too many killings in his body. In order to help the current Holy Lord ascend to the throne, he caused so much bloodshed in front of the Holy Lord that even he himself could not even remember it.
He himself found it a bit funny that a doctor and a murderer could be attracted to each other unconsciously.
But he must have the red blood mushroom. Wen Jirou's eyes suddenly turned cold.
It turned out that the Red Blood Mushroom was a sacred object that so many people coveted. She seemed to understand a little bit. No wonder so many people never gave up chasing them, leaving their families in ruins. If it hadn't been for her master, she would have been captured long ago and taken to the Mingyue Sect to raise red blood mushrooms with blood. But her brother was so unfortunate. The torture he endured day and night was just for such a thing.
"By the way, why did Qingling arrest you to join the Mingyue Sect, and why did you become the saint of the Mingyue Sect?" Wen Jirou suddenly remembered the strange look on Jiu Xia's face who had just come out of the Shenyue Palace. I was really shocked when I learned that Gu Jianghe became a saint of Mingyue Sect.
Gu Jianghe turned her head and smiled. The candlelight shone on her face, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her face: "Master Wen, who has so many magical powers, can't even find out my life experience?"
Wen Jirou could feel her warmth and anger, and knew that she had some misunderstandings about him, but knowing that she couldn't elaborate, she could only helplessly move her shoulders.
"Did you know that Mingyue Sect has not grown red blood mushrooms for more than ten years. The last red blood mushroom was said to have been stolen by a woman more than ten years ago."
Wen Jirou's figure moved slightly. Under the dim light, Gu Jianghe could not see it so clearly. She just continued lightly: "The reason why Mingyue Sect can no longer possess Red Blood Zhizhi is because of the Saint. The blood of the saint is the key to the survival of Scarlet Blood Zhi."
Gu Jianghe raised his eyes and looked at Wen Jirou: "And the saint who defected from the religion gave birth to me, so my blood is the key to the survival of Red Blood Zhi. Mr. Wen, you can capture me, and you can To complete your mission, you don’t have to take risks in the Mingyue Sect.”
Hearing this, Wen Jirou's expression changed.
He suddenly stood up, and Gu Jianghe looked at him in surprise.
Wen Jirou reached out and brushed the broken hair on her forehead: "I will rescue you, but before that, be careful."
Before she could say anything, Wen Jirou turned and left the room.
He held it tightly with his right hand, so hard that his fingertips turned slightly white.
I don't know how much time has passed, but the figure in the room is sitting at the table, lost in thought.
Everything that happened during this period caught her off guard. Ever since she saw her mother's face again in the darkroom of Mingyue Sect, the memory that had almost disappeared from her memory began to revive in her mind.
The mother's blue eyes were regarded as a monster by everyone in the Central Plains. During the only time they spent together, they had been wandering away from the crowd, but every time someone in the village found their mother What was unusual meant that they were forced to wander again.
The mother in my memory wore a bamboo hat covered with white gauze all day long, hiding her entire face. She only took off the bamboo hat when there was no one around, and occasionally smiled at them, but more often than not, my mother But he was staring at the sky in a daze, as if he had a lot of things on his mind, but he never told them.
During those short but seemingly long years, everyone seemed to be walking around them, because they had a strange mother, and only her brother, who was as bright as the stars in the sky, always accompanied her with a smile, making her As a young child, she was not afraid.
Why, exactly why? She suddenly felt a little resentful. Since there was such a scary thing behind her, why did she give birth to the two of them and then push them into this boundless hell?
There was also the white-haired man. Gu Jianghe thought of the man who had just left.
When I met him for the first time, I discovered that he suffered from albinism, a disease that was carried from the mother's womb. His mother probably hasn't had a peaceful day since the day she was pregnant with him. If he hadn't been homeless and unable to spend the pregnancy with peace of mind, I'm afraid he wouldn't have suffered from such an incurable disease.
For some reason, she had always felt pity for him unconsciously from the moment she met him. Perhaps she felt that when he was young, he must have had the same unhappy childhood as her own.
The candlelight in the red sandalwood glazed lamp seemed to be gradually dimming. In the almost dark room, a mocking expression appeared on the corner of Gu Jianghe's mouth. How much truth and lies were there in this world? She claimed to treat others sincerely, but how much? Can people treat her sincerely?
In the dark corridor, there was only a middle-aged woman walking quickly. She wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
But after only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
In the dark shadows, a luminous silver spirit butterfly fluttered.
After the Spirit Butterfly circled a few times in the dark night, it actually stayed in mid-air.
A white robe slowly walked out of the darkness, and the spirit butterfly landed in his hair, shrouding his whole body in silver light.
"Everyone who comes is a guest, why not show your true face to others." Qing Ling's eyes looked a little blurry in the silver light.
In the darkness, the middle-aged woman was silent for a while, then she reached out and touched her face.
As her sleeves were brushed, something magical happened to her face.
It was clearly the face of a southern Yunnan woman, but it gradually turned into that of a man.
The man's face felt unusually familiar to him, and Qing Ling looked at his face.
"Have we met?"
"Of course we've met."
The jet-black hair color began to fade away and turned into snow-white. Wen Jirou reached out and pulled out the golden hairpin from her hair, and her long hair fell down.
"It's you."
Wen Jirou smiled lightly: "Priest Qingling, long time no see."
