Chapter 60 Jealousy
Chen Qing was startled for a moment, but before she could react, Qiu Ren grabbed the sachets that Gu Yun had given her and quickly crawled into Li Daoxuan's hands.
Li Daoxuan had a few brocade bags hanging in one hand. He glanced at them roughly, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and it was impossible to tell what his expression was.
"Give it back to me!" Chen Qing stretched out her hand to grab it, but Li Daoxuan raised his hand slightly so that she couldn't reach it even if she stood on tiptoe.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Chen Qing gritted her teeth and said, "What are you crazy about? That's the summer heat sachet Gu Yun gave me! Are you trying to kill me with the heat so you can inherit my Liuli Heart?"
"Gu Yun..." Li Daoxuan opened his eyes and put the brocade bag into his arms without hesitation. "Gu Yun got engaged to the wife of Jingzhao Yin Zhao a few days ago. It's not good for you to accept things from a man who is not married now, right?" Li Daoxuan automatically classified the engaged Gu Yun as a man who was not married.
After hearing this, Chen Qing was surprised and said, "He is engaged to the lady from the Zhao family? That's a good thing." Then she recalled her previous action of accepting him to the summer nest, and she did feel that something was wrong.
So it's not easy to argue with him. What Chen Qing didn't expect was that he could go to such an extent for his good brother. It was really unexpected.
"Then you can take it." She would be patient for a few more days and wait for the servants to make a summer-heat-relief bag and send it to her.
Chen Qing's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a little sweat on the tip of her nose, and she looked extremely hot.
Li Daoxuan lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then suddenly stuffed the black sword in his hand into her arms.
Chen Qing was caught off guard and found herself holding a sword. The hilt still had the residual warmth of his hand. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Li Daoxuan moving his fingertips and pointing his hand at the red stone on the hilt.
Qiu Ren flicked his tongue, and his pupils reflected the red light of the red stone. He slowly crawled along Li Daoxuan's arm, wrist, and finger bones into the red stone.
Chen Qing watched Qiu Ren's body penetrate the hilt of the sword section by section, and her eyes widened.
Li Daoxuan said, "Pinch Qiuren."
Chen Qing was initially puzzled, then realized he meant to touch the sword. She tentatively grasped the hilt, only to see a flash of crimson light from the redstone. A chill instantly coursed through her palms, spreading through her limbs and bones, causing the heat around her to recede three feet.
Her eyes sparkled, as if she was holding a priceless treasure and was unwilling to let go, "This sword is Qiu Ren, so Qiu Ren is your sword spirit?" Chen Qing had lived for two lifetimes without knowing that this pet snake was actually his sword spirit.
It was also the first time she saw a sword spirit that did not like to stay in the body and liked to run around. She was surprised for a while.
Li Daoxuan nodded slightly and snorted softly, "This sword is really heavy. It's in my hand and it's a nuisance. If you want to hold it, hold it, but don't dirty it."
Chen Qing couldn't let go of this sword that could dispel heat, and replied with a smile: "Of course, of course."
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On the third day, Liu's mother, who was depressed and sick, lay down in front of her daughter's bed and carefully washed her face.
Looking at her daughter's pale and frail face, she felt as if her daughter would die at a young age in the next moment.
Thinking of this, Liu's mother couldn't help but burst into tears.
Tired of crying, she temporarily relieved her worries and placed the face towel in the washbasin.
Perhaps because she worked too hard day and night, Liu's mother seemed to see Liu Wanxiu frowning slightly.
She thought it was due to her old age and blurry eyes, so she rubbed her eyes to see clearly. Unexpectedly, the next moment, the unconscious Liu Wanxiu suddenly frowned, her nostrils flared, and blood flowed out of her mouth.
Mother Liu was so frightened that she quickly turned Liu Wanxiu's body to the side to prevent her from choking on the blood. She wiped the blood off her with a clean handkerchief and said, "Wanwan, don't scare me. Don't scare mother. Mother is scared. Mother is really scared..."
She suppressed her fear and wiped the corners of Liu Wanxiu's lips again and again, but the blood that kept flowing out was like a hot spring, and she couldn't stop it. The warm blood flowed onto Liu's mother's wrist, and it became a soft knife that took her life, cutting into her already broken heart.
After her soul left her body for many days, Liu Wanxiu's body was almost dying and she couldn't stop vomiting blood.
Mother Liu's legs went weak and she screamed like crazy: "Someone come! Someone come! Call a doctor!" In a panic, something fell from her arms to the ground with a crisp sound.
It was the jade carp that Chen Qing had sent back. Mother Liu stared at it in amazement, then she crawled over to pick it up and held it against her chest.
The housekeeper heard the noise and rushed in, only to see Mrs. Liu, with disheveled hair and sweat all over her forehead, kneeling on the ground covered in blood. Seeing the newcomer, she said with bare eyes, "Please ask Madam Shen to come! Please..." She shook her head, "No, I'm going to Yuanchun Tower. Take me to Yuanchun Tower quickly, I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything!"
She stumbled to her feet and grabbed the housekeeper, "Call the medical worker! Come with me to Yuanchun Tower to find Madam Shen and His Royal Highness Prince Cang!"
"lady……"
"Go quickly!" Liu's mother roared.
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Yuanchun Tower was as quiet as usual. The disciples of Dongshan Temple walked back and forth in the tower vigilantly, trying to eliminate any abnormalities.
In an unnoticed place, a maidservant of ordinary appearance was crossing the long path to return to the backyard, but was stopped halfway.
Zhang Qingcheng saw her hooked nose, phoenix eyes, and thin lips, and felt that she looked unfamiliar. He asked, "Didn't you say you couldn't move around freely these days? Why are you still hanging around here?"
The maid lowered her head and whispered, "My mother's belongings were left in the young master's room. I was really worried about them, so I broke the rules and ran out. Please forgive me, my lord."
"Forget it, forget it. Just go back quickly and don't run around." Zhang Qingcheng waved his hand, signaling her to leave quickly.
The maid bowed to him and then hurried back to her residence in small steps.
Zhang Qingcheng stared at her frail figure for a long time, then turned away and continued patrolling the building.
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The maid avoided the crowd and came to the servants' quarters in the backyard.
Following her memory, she scanned the doors of each room one by one, and finally landed in front of a door.
The maidservant with ordinary appearance seemed to be trapped in water waves, and her figure was blurred for a while. When her figure became clear again, her phoenix eyes turned into round eyes, and her slightly harsh face turned into an exquisite and pleasing round face, and a dot of cinnabar gradually appeared on her forehead.
The happy funeral demon pulled the corners of her stiff mouth into a smile, and she pushed the door open calmly and walked in.
The servants' room was very small, and there was only a wooden couch and a small table in Grandma Si's room.
At that time, the old man with a hunched back was busy with the funeral demon with his back to her, and in front of her was a pot of lotus seed soup.
The Happy Funeral Demon looked at the familiar figure and said, "Ah Si, I'm here to pick you up."
Grandma Si ignored him and continued to make soup. Gradually, the unique fragrance of lotus seeds slowly spread and filled the air.
She took out two bowls and prepared to serve the soup when the time came.
The Happy Funeral Demon obviously didn't have the patience. She walked forward and said, "I told you not to cook this bland thing anymore. It's a waste of time. Come with me now. When you are free again, you can eat whatever you want." After saying that, she pretended to pull A Si Po Zi.
Aunt Si slowly poured the "lotus seed soup" into the bowl.
When the Happy Funeral Demon put his hand on her shoulder, she suddenly noticed something unusual.
The shoulders of the fourth wife were broad and strong from years of hard work, and the muscles were tight. But the man in front of him, although wearing the clothes of the fourth wife, had a hood covering his head, and his hands were hidden in the long sleeves, so even his shoulders felt thin and delicate.
The moment the Happy Funeral Demon touched her shoulder, he let go and turned to run back, but he was still a step too late.
Chen Qing poured the "lotus seed soup" in the bowl onto Xisang Yao. When the soup touched Xisang Yao, there was a sizzling sound and colorful white smoke came out of her body. Xisang Yao screamed in pain and rolled on the ground.
After taking off Ah Si Po's old clothes, Chen Qing took out a flare from his waist and pulled it. A huge golden flower pattern pierced through the roof and exploded in the air. The shape lasted for a long time, alarming the entire Chang'an City.
The happy funeral demon covered his shoulder and turned back, looking at Chen Qing with murderous intent in his eyes.
This glance reminded Chen Qing of the tragic scene on the day her family was wiped out. Her whole body froze instantly, and she looked at Xisangyao with a cold look.
Chen Qing curled his lips coldly, drew out the Qiu Ren Sword, and said, "So you are Achou. No wonder you are called Achou, you are so ugly." What Chen Qing saw was a pool of rotten flesh, pus and stench that even the most beautiful skin could not cover up.
The Happy Funeral Demon was furious, his five fingers grew into sharp claws, his eyes bloodshot as he rushed towards Chen Qing.
With a "clang" sound, the claws of the Happy Funeral Demon, which were as sharp as black iron, collided with the Qiu Ren Sword. Sparks flew everywhere in an instant. Compared with the two, the Happy Funeral Demon was inferior and was carried back by the recoil and took a big step.
The Happy Funeral Demon suddenly raised his eyes, and his sharp glare fell on the young man behind Chen Qing, who was holding Chen Qing's hand to help her use the force to fight against the opponent.
The young man loosened his hand from the sword-holding hand of Chen Qing, took off his glove with one hand, and pulled the sword back from her hand. He walked from behind Chen Qing to her front.
With a turn of his wrist, the sharp edge flashed, until the sharp sword edge was facing the Happy Funeral Demon, Li Daoxuan stopped, his fine black hair fell to his eyes, blocked by his long eyelashes, a charming red light flashed in Li Daoxuan's eyes, and the red stone on the hilt of the sword in his hand seemed to be taken care of by its owner, flashing to show his excitement in preparing for a fight.
Shi Ranran felt waves of pressure that were no less than her own, and the hairs all over her body stood up, making her bared her fangs in vigilance.
Suddenly, she saw a corner of his robe flash behind him. Thinking of Chen Qing who was protected tightly by him, she roared and rushed towards the person behind him.
Li Daoxuan noticed her intention, closed his eyes and said, "You are looking for death—" and then chopped down with a sword.
The Happy Funeral Demon used her agility to dodge the powerful moves, but her ultimate goal remained the same: Shen Qing. She wanted to use Shen Qing as a breakthrough point to make Li Daoxuan feel overwhelmed.
As the two fought back and forth, Li Daoxuan's movements were uninterrupted, and his eyes were filled with hostility caused by the fight. Whenever the Happy Funeral Demon was about to touch Chen Qing, he would swung his sword to force her back.
However, in just a breath, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves, and the fight was fierce and evenly matched.
Chen Qing held her breath as she watched the two exchange blows. Her gaze was fixed on the Happy Funeral Demon, with no intention of taking shelter. At first glance, she looked as if she had been frightened to death.
He dodged another move, and the Happy Funeral Demon seized the opportunity to pounce on Chen Qing with a ferocious look on his face.
Chen Qing's brows were calm as she waited for the Happy Funeral Demon to grab her. Seeing this, Li Daoxuan was about to stab the Happy Funeral Demon's calf with a sword, but he saw Chen Qing curl her lips and wink at him. Li Daoxuan instantly understood what she meant and just retracted his sword.
However, the ignited murderous intent had not yet subsided, and mixed with hostility, it was flowing and pulsing in his blood.
The happy funeral demon reached out to Chen Qing's face but missed. She was stunned. The person was right in front of her, but she couldn't touch him.
The smile on Chen Qing's lips widened, and murderous intent emerged in her eyes. Instead, she stretched out a hand and put a talisman on the hand of the Happy Funeral Demon.
Xisangyao suddenly felt that his hand was as if filled with lead liquid, heavy and unable to move.
Chen Qing took advantage of the situation to pull her arm back and drag her towards where he was standing.
The happy funeral demon only felt an inexplicable suction force bringing him to a space.
The instigator laughed and challenged her, "I'm right here, come and kill me."
The Happy Funeral Demon grabbed at her with a furious look on his face. Chen Qing instantly disappeared in front of him and suddenly appeared behind her, "I'm here, idiot."
"Go to hell!" She grabbed with her claws but nothing happened.
Seeing this, Li Daoxuan barely calmed the murderous intent boiling in his body and temporarily sheathed the Qiuren Sword.
He held the sword and watched the Happy Funeral Demon spinning in place at ease. He watched the Happy Funeral Demon shouting "die" to the air while attacking this one and then that, looking inexplicably happy.
"What did this do?" Li Daoxuan asked.
Chen Qing's eyes never left the Happy Funeral Demon, her heart pounding, fearing it was all just an illusion. She said, "I cast a small formation." Don't forget, in this area of formations, there aren't many people in Chang'an who can rival her.
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