He Qing was washing herbs nearby. Seeing her tremble and open her eyes, he looked very happy.

He put down the precious herbs and bent down to get very close to her.

The warm breath sprayed all over the girl's pale face.

Ban Shu was instantly enveloped by a faint fragrance.

He Qing raised two slender fingers and said in a clear voice, "I saved you for the second time."

He wasted a lot of precious medicinal herbs.

Pan Shu looked at him steadily: "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything," He Qing smiled faintly. "If you want to repay me... you should take care of yourself first."

He clapped his hands, and dozens of maids filed in. "Miss Banshu's health is the most important thing right now. Do you remember this?"

"Remember." The maids said in unison.

He Qing nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Pan Shu, her smile bright and sunny, but inexplicably made people feel cold all over. "If any unruly maid dares to make you unhappy, just kill her."

Pan Shu didn't say anything.

He Qing felt embarrassed and snorted twice.

After lying there for two days, Panshu began to feel bored.

She stood up and was about to go out.

The maid Chunqin knelt down hurriedly, "Miss, you can't go out..."

"Why?"

Pan Shu glanced at her lazily and walked out the door. "If He Qing blames you, just tell him to come find me."

Chunqin was afraid of upsetting Panshu, so she had to remain silent.

This is a scholarly mansion with a very ancient charm.

The room seemed much more spacious when He Qing and Ban Shu lived alone.

Pan Shu originally thought that there would be a lot of servants.

But now she discovered that it seemed that she was the only one who was serving her.

He Qing mostly keeps to himself.

In fact, if it weren't for the fear that Pan Shu would be wronged, there would not have been a single maid in this mansion.

It was already evening.

The weather is getting cooler.

Ban Shu sat in the pavilion, looking at the bright white full moon in the night sky. She was stunned for a moment and laughed softly.

"What are you thinking about so happily?" A green shadow flashed before his eyes. When he looked closely, it was He Qing in green clothes. He lifted up his robe and sat down opposite Pan Shu.

"Here, osmanthus wine." He Qing paused, "I heard Chun Hua say you wanted to drink it."

Pan Shu raised her eyes and glanced at him.

He picked up the jade wine bottle and poured some rice wine into the cup.

She didn't drink.

Lazily supporting her cheek with her wrist, she tilted her head to look at him, "You want my body."

Although it was a question, her tone was firm.

He Qing's fingertips, which were playing with the Buddhist beads, paused slightly, and then he continued to gently twist the sandalwood Buddhist beads.

Pan Shu chuckled. "Are you surprised? I originally wanted to cultivate the path of demons and ghosts, but now it seems there's no need... After all, the one sitting before me is a young and famous ghost doctor. I can give you my body. In exchange... can you keep my appearance forever young?"

She was still very pale.

He Qing could hardly hear her heartbeat.

There was dead silence.

Her heart had long since withered.

In the midst of hurt again and again.

But her face could fetch a good price.

He Qing is a greedy and unscrupulous businessman, and his few pleasures are collecting silver, money and jewelry.

Some time ago, an old witch had heard that there was a medicine man in his house who was very beautiful.

The old witch offered 5 million spirit stones.

This is comparable to He Qing's most precious medicinal herbs.

In the past, he would have agreed to the deal without hesitation.

But I don't know why.

He was so annoyed that he ordered people to drive the old witch away.

This was the first time He Qing cut off his own source of income.

Facing the girl's clear, bright and soft eyes, He Qing awkwardly avoided her gaze.

His throat rolled with difficulty, a stinging pain like a knife cutting him. She had clearly remembered everything, Mo Dan's betrayal, Emperor Shijun's deception... Why were her eyes still as bright as stars? Why couldn't she see the slightest trace of resentment and hatred?

He hated her calm appearance.

"Don't you hate them?"

"Who do you hate?" Pan Shu was a little confused.

"Mo Dan..."

The girl took a sip of the osmanthus wine, and a flash of sadness and tears flashed across her eyes.

He Qing saw it.

He held the cup tightly in silence. So... he still cared?

Panshu calmed down.

He Qing suddenly looked at her and saw the little girl crying silently. He pursed his lips in surprise and bewilderment: "Don't cry... I, I didn't bully you..."

He walked towards Panshu uncontrollably and stopped when he was very close to her.

Hesitantly he raised his hand and gently stroked her hair.

The movements were unreasonably gentle.

It seems to contain some ambiguous feelings.

The girl buried her head in his arms and sobbed quietly.

"He Qing..."

There seemed to be a natural magic in her voice. When she called his name, He Qing felt a little numb all over as if an electric current passed through his body.

This feeling is very novel.

The last time this happened was when she kissed him when she asked for a life and death contract for Mo Dan.

He remembered it so clearly.

Even at that moment, he remembered clearly the sweet fragrance on her body.

It's like it's branded deep in the soul.

Can't be erased, can't be forgotten.

"Hmm?" He Qing's movements were a little stiff.

"Can I trust you..." The girl looked up at him.

He Qing pursed his lips silently.

The light in Panshu's eyes gradually became dead and dim.

He Qing looked at this and felt inexplicably sad.

He closed his eyes, "Is this important..."

"Very important." The girl laughed softly and brightly. "Originally, I thought dying in that soul-strangling formation would be good. It seemed like no matter what I did, no one would love me... But, He Qing saved me both times."

He Qing actually understood what she meant.

Did you consider him as salvation?

"So, even if He Qing wants my body, it's fine..." She frowned awkwardly, "but I don't want to become ugly."

He Qing didn't know how to give her a firm assurance.

He is cunning by nature.

He is used to going back on his word.

He also has the habit of stabbing people in the back.

He Qing was never a good person.

He walks on the edge of darkness and light all year round.

Act arbitrarily.

But in front of her, He Qing bent his lips and gave her a solemn assurance, "Don't worry."

Panshu smiled softly.

She stood on tiptoe and gently touched his lips.

"award."

Her voice was lazy and hoarse, so pleasant that it made people's ears red.

He Qing remained in this position stupidly without moving, his face flushed as if he was slightly drunk. He pursed his lips awkwardly, and the sweet fragrance of her body lingered on the tip of his nose.

She stepped out of his arms.

She waved her hand, her voice irrepressibly sweet and tender, "Heqing, good night."

He Qing sat down on the stone bench where she had sat.

For the first time, he realized that the courtyard, which had been empty and deserted in the past, had become a little lively.

He reached out and slowly covered his heart.

Jumping much faster than usual.

The joy that came from his heart made him unable to help but curl up the corners of his lips.