A doctor's heart of compassion
A flash of light flashed through Xu Ning's mind, and Tang Xixu's warm breath fanned the woman's neck. Xu Ning stomped hard on Tang Xixu's instep. The young man behind him had already lost consciousness and felt no pain.
Xu Ning struggled hard, but Tang Xixu grabbed Xu Ning's arm with his other hand, leaving Xu Ning no room to resist.
The blood in the girl's neck was flowing back rapidly, and Xu Ning only felt pain and numbness in the place where she was bitten, as if countless ants were sucking it.
Xu Ning's eyes gradually became a little dizzy, and her legs became a little weak. The pain disappeared, and was replaced by something moist and soft. Something suddenly reached out and touched her gently.
Xu Ning closed her eyes and didn't react. A large piece of soft and wet thing swept across the wound on Xu Ning's neck. The girl's blood scattered in Tang Xixu's mouth. The smell of blood stimulated his taste buds. Tang Xixu was a little addicted.
There were no lights on in the room, and it was already dark. The young man caught the girl who was about to fall. Tang Xixu narrowed his eyes and smiled with great satisfaction.
Xu Ning didn't react in time. Tang Xixu hugged Xu Ning tightly, with his head still buried in the girl's neck.
A quarter of an hour passed before Xu Ning came back to his senses: "You, you have been conscious for a long time. You, you..." You are kidding me!
Before Xu Ning could finish her words, she felt her waist loosen up, and Tang Xi fainted on the bed behind her.
Xu Ning poked the young man on the bed: "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me, I didn't do anything."
Tang Xixu didn't move, and his bright red lips faded to pale white.
Xu Ning wanted to help Tang Xixu up: "Why is it so cold?" Xu Ning lowered his head and touched Tang Xixu's forehead, and he shivered because of the cold.
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Qu Xiang felt Tang Xixu's pulse, frowned, shook his head, and sighed, "He was struck by the Ghost Devouring Buddha, and today he used up his internal energy. There's no way he can be saved."
Xu Ning frowned and asked softly, "How many days does he have left?"
"One month at most."
Xu Ning's expression was serious, and there were some ripples in his heart, but they were only a few. After a moment, Xu Ning returned to calm.
The temperature rises in the first month of the year, spring comes gradually, and all things come back to life at the beginning of the new year.
The old house of the Qu family was deserted. Qu Xiang had cleaned the house thoroughly in his free time these few days and restored it to its original appearance.
Not long after the two elders of the Qu family were taken out of the coffin, several people prepared to go to Beijing with the evidence.
Tonight is the last night staying at the Qu family. Qu Xiang lit the last stick of incense in front of the memorial tablet.
"Squeak"
The wooden door of the ancestral hall opened.
“Hmm, Hmm.”
Qu Xiang was carried away with a hood on his head.
Someone fed something into her mouth, and soon Qu Xiang felt dizzy.
When they woke up again, Qu Xiang was wearing a red wedding dress and Li Jiangxin was wearing a green wedding dress.
There were only the two of them at the wedding. The tablets of Qu Xiang's parents were placed on the high platform, with tall red candles on both sides, and peanuts and red dates piled up like a mountain on the table.
There is a big red "囍" pasted on the back of the memorial tablet.
Qu Xiang's bridal makeup today was done in a casual manner, and it was obvious that the person who did it was not very skilled.
"Xiangxiang, didn't you say you wanted me to draw your eyebrows every day? I only learned it from the fortune teller yesterday. I'm sorry."
Qu Xiang's nails dug into the back of his hand so tightly that they were almost digging into the flesh.
"I brought my parents with me too. I want them to witness our wedding with their own eyes."
Qu Xiang let go of his hand with a shudder, not daring to make any more movements.
The world was silent, with only the shouts of the best man to be heard.
"Bow to Heaven and Earth!"
"Bow to your parents twice!"
The bride under the red veil had a hideous look, trembling lips and a pale face.
After the ceremony, Li Jiangxin saw Qu Xiang motionless, so she stepped forward to help her.
Qu Xiang sat on the bed like a puppet.
Li Jiangxin used a weighing rod to lift her veil. Qu Xiang lowered her head and dared not speak, her whole body trembling.
There is no one who spreads the news, and Li Jiangxin doesn't believe it.
The gourd was split into two halves, connected by a red string. Li Jiangxin presented one to Qu Xiang: "Madam, please drink the wedding wine."
Qu Xiang flipped his hand and knocked the ladle over, spilling the wine all over the floor.
"You killed my parents, massacred my Qu family, forced me to get married, and even wanted me to drink the wedding wine? You are ridiculous!" Qu Xiang pulled out the hairpin on her head and stabbed it into Li Jiangxin's abdomen.
"My parents, I will kill this criminal today." Qu Xiang swore in front of her parents' tablets.
Li Jiangxin fell to the ground, clutching his wound. "I know I'm going to die soon, but I'm quite content to die at your hands. I still remember when we first met, you went all the way back to Yaowang Valley from Wanqi Villa to get tools to save me. That's when I realized there really were people who would risk everything to get me.
Marrying you is my greatest wish in this world, I am really very happy.
"The biggest mistake I, Qu Xiang, made in my life was saving you. Master always said, 'A doctor should have a benevolent heart,' and that healing a person is not as good as healing a heart. But in the end, these four words, 'a doctor's benevolent heart,' led to the destruction of my family. How could I possibly forgive you?"
Li Jiangxin crawled over and tugged at the corner of Qu Xiang's clothes: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Qu Xiang shook off Li Jiangxin's hand. "I'm sorry? What's the point of saying sorry? Can it bring back the 101 people of the Qu family? I just wanted to make peace with you, but the moment you killed Runiang without hesitation, my heart was completely broken.
It was then that I understood what Xu Ning had said to me a day or two before the wedding: Don't fall in love with someone who isn't good in themselves. I even told her I could help you find your way back. Now it seems ridiculous."
Li Jiangxin spat out a mouthful of blood and humbly hugged Qu Xiang's legs.
This time, Qu Xiang no longer hesitated or lingered. She kicked Li Jiangxin away, picked up the golden scissors on the bed, and stabbed them into Li Jiangxin's neck. Blood spurted onto the ground.
Before taking her last breath, Li Jiangxin tried her best to lean close to Qu Xiang's ear and said, "I'm sorry, I...you." Her voice was very soft. Li Jiangxin had no strength left, so Qu Xiang only heard the first sentence clearly.
Sun Baoyi always used to tease Qu Xiang: "My apprentice's hands are born to save people." The master often sighed about this. Qu Xiang didn't quite understand it at that time, but now he understands, but it's too late.
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The flowers in the capital are indeed blooming brightly, while the flowers in many other places are still in bud.
There was a hustle and bustle in front of Yongding Gate, the aroma of sesame oil-baked biscuits spread for ten miles, and the fragrance of braised chicken filled the entire gate area outside Yongding Gate.
I heard that Wanguo Temple is the most efficacious place, whether you're praying for love, a career, or wealth, it's always granted. Because there weren't that many people coming today, Xu Ning was able to go in.
"Buddha, please bless me to complete the task in one go, bless my grandmother to be healthy, bless..." Xu Ning lit a stick of incense and knelt in the worship hall to pray devoutly.
Xu Ning muttered a lot.
"Little girl, don't say what you are thinking. Many things won't work if you say them out loud." A woman came over and knelt down beside them. She had a faint smile on her face and her eyes were gentle.
Xu Ning was stunned when he raised his head. She was so beautiful.
Her skin was the color of mutton-fat jade, her lips were red, her teeth were white, her eyebrows were light and distant, her eyes were long and narrow, her long black hair was tied up at the back of her head, and her hair was simple yet exuded nobility. Her voice was soft, like the clear water of the Yangtze River. Every frown and smile of this beauty was so stunning that even Xu Ning, a woman, could not help but marvel at her beauty.
"My Lady, it's time to return to the palace."
The woman turned away with some impatience: "I see." A maid came forward and gently helped the woman up.
"Abbot, may I ask who the lady who just left was?" Xu Ning felt a little lonely when he saw the woman's back as she walked away.
"Amitabha, I see that the donor has a kind face and looks like he is going to save all sentient beings and the world. Let me tell you. The one who just left is the favorite concubine of the current emperor, Concubine Jin Shen." The old abbot glanced at Xu Ning and whispered.
Xu Ning frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Sister Ning, it's time to go." Zhao Mingshang finished burning incense in front of another Buddha statue.
"Coming." Xu Ning replied and trotted over.
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"Wutong, thank you so much." A middle-aged woman poured a cup of tea and presented it to the abbot.
"Thank you for your courtesy, Mr. Bi. It's just a small favor. The little girl just now, her eyes and eyebrows look a bit like an old friend." The two long white eyebrows on Wutong's face were pressed together.
Bi Ruohua took a sip of tea and said, "Everything in the world has its own Dharma. Perhaps this is God's will."
"How's Yin Zhao doing lately?"
"He has to walk his own path, and he has to choose his own destiny and his own way. You and I are just guides after all." Bi Ruohua stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the distant sky.
"I hope his choices are all right." Wutong was worried and looked sad.
Emperor Ganping's birthday was approaching, and Zhao Mingshang put the "Splendid Landscape Picture" in a lacquered and gold-painted tube.
Zhao Mingjia heard that her elder sister had returned and wanted to cause trouble again. Now the one who had the right card was her aunt, and her father also loved her aunt. The mistress of the Zhao family had long been useless.
"My mother said it was a bit cold last night, and I thought it was February, so why would it be cold? I was still feeling the heat, so I didn't take it seriously. I never thought I'd be told about it to my sister today, and it's going to cause a misunderstanding." Zhao Mingjia smiled brightly, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, and stared at Zhao Mingshang. The woman's voice was soft, and it was easy to feel pity for her.
The warm sunlight poured into the corridor and hit Zhao Mingshang's profile.
Zhao Mingchang listened carefully, staring at the blue bricks in front of him. He didn't glance at Zhao Mingjia the entire time. He curled his lips, but without getting annoyed, his tone gentle, "Since it's just a misunderstanding, please don't take it to heart. I'll send a gift to explain things to Mother later. Mother is frail, so she'd better use a warming cloth. I remember Father got a fox fur coat last year, and it's with you. Since you're so filial, why not give it to Mother?"
Zhao Mingjia's face was uglier than tears, and she clutched the handkerchief tighter and tighter. The fox fur was snow-white, Zhao Mingjia's favorite. Her aunt had made it into a cloak in December of the previous year, and she had only worn it twice. Now she had to give it away. She was reluctant, but she had no choice. She couldn't bear to be called unfilial.
Zhao Minglin heard it from inside the house. From childhood to adulthood, only Zhao Mingshang could handle his second sister: "Sister, you're awesome! You're really the best."
Zhao Mingchang nodded his brother's head and smiled faintly, "Don't be serious, what's the point of being awesome? She's your sister too, but she's always felt she was born out of wedlock, so she's a little bit self-conscious and can't hold her head up in front of us. If she gets bullied outside, you have to fight her back and don't let her suffer. Once you're out of the Zhao family, all the children of the Zhao family must stick together, do you understand?"
Zhao Minglin touched his head, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Oh."
"Prepare well today, as tomorrow's sword dance will be very important. Don't be careless."
Zhao Minglin nodded, checked the weapons to be used in tomorrow's demonstration, and rehearsed again with Xu Ningtang, Xixu and Quyi.
February 11th was Emperor Ganping’s 52nd birthday, and the entire capital was filled with joy.
Silk, fish, rice, repair houses, and reward the people.
The music started, the lingering sound, the golden cups intertwined, and the musician from the folk was playing the pipa.
Xu Ning looked at the woman in the center of the Wende Hall and was a little surprised.
How come she is here?
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