Chapter 168 Imminent -
Song Weichen woke up and found herself lying in the Marrow Washing Hall, with Zhuang Yuheng guarding her worriedly. The last memory was in Wuqingju, and I don’t know how long it has been.
She didn’t see Mo Tingfeng. Could it be that she had broken her promise and led the team to the ghost market alone? Wouldn't he quietly lift the name summoning ban? Thinking of this, it is inevitable to feel sad. She really wanted to call his name, but she was afraid of disappointing herself, so she endured it, but in the end she didn't say it out loud.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Zhuang Yuheng gently held her hand.
Song Weichen smiled and shook his head. He must have spent a lot of energy trying to save her. He really felt better now.
"Brother Yuheng, this is the first time that you didn't feel my pulse immediately after I woke up."
Zhuang Yuheng was smiling, but his eye circles were a little red, "I don't know how many times I felt it. , What’s wrong with you little girl? You can’t just be active for a few days to let me relax?”
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“Am I going to die?”
She is. He asked calmly, but Zhuang Yuheng almost lost control of his expression after hearing it.
"Don't lie, you won't die as long as I'm here."
"Then tell me the truth, how long can I live?"
She refused to give up, knowing that there was something wrong with the countdown. Only then can you make a decision and try not to have any regrets.
"The truth is that your heart failure has worsened. If you continue to delay and delay in removing the mark of the past life, there will be no hope."
Zhuang Yuheng has always been unwilling to touch the question "Can you still "How long do you live?" This topic seems to be a taboo for him.
The attacks are becoming more and more frequent, and there are more and more messy diseases. Song Weichen knows that she really can't delay it any longer. If something happens to her, not to mention how Mo Tingfeng will collapse, Gu Cangyue's current state is very unstable. Maybe she would go completely crazy and self-destruct - she would have to work hard for a while longer.
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"You are the king of medicine and you are helpless. Why are you so sure that Sister Huashan can help me remove the mark of my past life?" Asking this question proves that she has decided to find Sad Huashan.
"You misunderstood. The painting fan cannot help you remove the mark. It can only allow you to recall all the memories of Sang Pu - the only person who can remove the mark of the past life is yourself."
< br>Song Weichen understood. In the final analysis, she had to identify the "wish to form a seal" from Sang Pu's memory, and then work with the person who formed the seal to fulfill this wish before she could unblock the seal.
She felt that her intestines were a little green, she had missed asking a few questions in the well of time, and now she had to work so hard on just one sentence... I regretted it so much!
"Brother Yuheng, can I enter the Well of Time again?"
Zhuang Yuheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Did she think it was a shopping trip on the water street and go there if she wanted to? It was Mo Tingfeng who used all his thousands of years of obsession with Sang Pu as a trigger to open the Well of Time. It was absolutely impossible to enter again.
"Now the only way to find a painting fan is, how about I go with you today?"
"...Where is he?"
After much hesitation, she finally asked.
“He is looking for the underworld sun grass for you in the far north, and he won’t be able to come back for a while.”
Oh my god, it’s a good thing I didn’t call his name willfully, otherwise it would sound like this It's so far away that if he goes back, won't he have to break his leg? Song Weichen secretly clicked his tongue.
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The realm of secluded sleep, Wu Nian Mansion.
Sad Painting Fan never expected that the little girl whose name he had heard countless times from Mo Tingfeng and Gu Cangyue would actually come with Zhuang Yuheng.
Wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, Zhuang Yuheng kept asking questions for fear of frostbite.
That look was more than just concern for a god-sister.
The relationship between them is really "lively"... Sad Hua Shan smiled secretly.
Song Weichen couldn't help but stare at the incomparably beautiful Lord Siyou before him. She had such a commanding face. You must know that Sad Painting Fan is such a beautiful beauty. She is so beautiful. She came early because of her beauty!
"Sister Hua Fan, you are so beautiful, aren't you!"
Song Weichen was about to introduce himself when Hua Fan interrupted with a sad smile, "I know you very well, Weiwei, you were kidnapped to death. During that battle in the city, I was forced by two adults, Ting Feng and Cang Yue, to stay in the Huangquan Division every day to find out if your name was on the death register, so that after I came back, I would dream about you.”
It turned out that this happened. She scratched her head in embarrassment. It seemed that she had caused a lot of trouble to others.
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“Why did you come to me?”
Sad Hua Fan held Song Weichen's hand affectionately, loving it from the bottom of his heart.
"I'm afraid that my choice will be caused by Sang Pu's memory, or changed by her memory, so I can't make a decision for a long time."
Bei Hua Fan Miao understands her Tangled and embarrassed, "Both adults are top candidates, and they are both devoted to you. It's normal to be entangled, so how can you come now?"
"If I don't come, I will be dead, even Mr. Huang Quan. The kind of household registration. In addition, I talked to Sang Pu in the Well of Time, and she taught me to be at peace with my life - in our words there, don't think so much, Followmyheart." He pinched Song Weichen's face and said, "It's so weird and fun that even I like it. No wonder they both have to be you."
Song Weichen smiled and held Sad Hua Fan's arm, leaning his head on her shoulder.
"You like me? By coincidence, I like you too! How about we live together?"
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"Who is so bold as to dare to fight? My idea of painting a fan!”
Without seeing him, a strong and strong male voice came from the yard.
Zhuang Yuheng, who had been smiling and drinking while watching Song Weichen and Sad Painting Fan playing with treasures, his eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Brother Baishou, you are well!"
Before he finished speaking, a tall and tall man walked into the room.
The person who came was none other than the former Si Chen Ji Baishou, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall. His wheat-colored skin was slightly rough due to years of martial arts practice, but he looked increasingly handsome and full of masculine features.
Although he has been retired for many years, he still habitually wears a black brocade robe. He looks about ten years older than Mo Tingfeng. He is calm and powerful, which makes Song Weichen afraid for no reason.
She thinks he looks like a wild beast in the mountains, right! Like the Smaug dragon entrenched in the dwarf treasure mountain in the movie "The Hobbit 2"! And the Sad Painting Fan is the treasure mountain...
Did she dare to touch the treasury of Smaug, who loves money as much as his life?
Song Weichen subconsciously let go of the sad painting fan and stood timidly behind Zhuang Yuheng.
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“A Bai, don’t scare Wei Wei.” Sad Hua Fan smiled with a little bit of anger.
Ji Baishou walked up to Sad Hua Fan very naturally, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her forehead without hesitation. There is a huge difference in height between the two, and the latter habitually leans on the man's chest, looking at the harmony created by heaven and earth. "This is a rare opportunity for us to meet you. Mr. Yu Heng will definitely not come back until he is drunk today!"
Ji Baishou affectionately held the sad painting fan and sat down at the table together, chatting and laughing while drinking with Zhuang Yuheng. .
He did not take the initiative to greet Song Weichen, or even look at her.
Is it wrong with the big brother's way of opening it? Song Weichen thought to himself, clearly feeling that he was dissatisfied with himself. Have you ever been offended? It's impossible, she doesn't even know him...
While she was thinking wildly, Zhuang Yuheng gently held her hand and pulled her to sit on the plum blossom stool beside him.
“Weiwei, this is the former Si Chen Ji Baishou, Ting Feng’s good brother, and the one who loves your sister Hua Fan. You should call her Brother Ji, both emotionally and rationally.”
Song Weichen quickly stood up and bowed to Ji Baishou, "Brother Ji, I..."
Ji Baishou interrupted her with a wave of his hand and glanced sideways, "You are Song Weichen ?”
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She blinked her eyes, feeling panicked for no reason, and nodded in agreement.
"You were the one who caused me to keep guarding my painting fan in Huangquan Division day and night? You exhausted her!"
Song Weichen immediately understood that the relationship was because of this incident There is something against her even before she sees it. Why does this eldest brother's domineering and doting attitude towards his wife feel more terrifying than that of Mo Tingfeng and Gu Cangyue?
"Yes, I'm sorry. My trouble has caused Sister Huafan to suffer. Weiwei apologizes to you."
She hurriedly picked up the wine flask on the table and poured a full glass of wine, serving it carefully. When he came to Ji Baishou, he didn't answer, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
"Bai Shou, what are you...?"
Zhuang Yuheng was puzzled. Ji Bai Shou had always been chivalrous and courageous, but he was so petty and petty today.
Song Weichen's physical condition was very bad. When he was nervous, his heartbeat was disordered and he would inevitably feel dizzy and short of breath. His lips were even whiter and his hands were shaking a little.
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“Ah Bai.” Sad Hua Fan was unhappy.
"I'll take it, I'll take it." Ji Baishou lost his temper instantly and quickly took it, tilted his neck and drank it.
"Song Weichen, I'm not your eldest brother, so I'd better call you "Sir."
Although he drank the wine, he didn't buy it. In Ji Bai's eyes, everything made Sad Painting Fan sleepless and tireless. Those who bother are not people worth getting close to.
"Master Ji, it was me who overstepped my bounds and lost the sense of propriety in my title. Don't take it to heart."
As she spoke, she poured another glass of wine, but when she was about to offer it to him, her heart pounded. He trembled hard and couldn't control his hand. The wine glass fell on Ji Bai's brocade robe and spilled wine all over him.
Song Weichen was limp and about to fall, but Zhuang Yuheng quickly supported her and made her sit on the stool and lean against him.
"Wei Wei!" He called her urgently.
"Sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't...mean it." In just a moment, the color completely drained from her face.
Zhuang Yuheng hurriedly took out a pill made from Huangquan sungrass and asked her to take it, while Sadhuashan thoughtfully poured a glass of warm water and fed it to Song Weichen's mouth.
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"What's going on with this little girl? She's in such bad health?"
Ji Bai used his magic to wipe away the wine on his brocade robe. He frowned and observed Song Weichen. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes. Could it be that he just treated her Too scary?
"She is troubled by the mark of her past life. If she doesn't get rid of it as soon as possible, her life will be in danger. This time she came to seek help from the painting fan, hoping to use the magic power of the Mirror of the Past to help her recall the entire past." Zhuang Yuheng was obviously right. Ji Bai started to explain, but he only had Song Weichen in his eyes.
"Yu Hengjun is tired and takes Weiwei to the side hall to rest. I will go get the mirror to recall the past."
Bei Hua Fan said and glanced at Ji Baishou angrily. Turn away.
Ji Bai Shoutian was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid of Sad Huashan's anger. It was obvious that she really liked this little girl named Song Weichen. After thinking for a while, he moved over as if to compensate, "How about I come and hold her? I'm familiar with this place."
Zhuang Yuheng couldn't help but pick up Song Weichen, "Then Master Lao Ji will lead the way."
His expression was as usual, but his address was obviously unfamiliar. Zhuang Yuheng himself did not notice that his emotional stability became worse and worse after meeting Song Weichen.
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Song Weichen took the medicine and rested for a while, and gradually recovered.
Sad Hua Fan thoughtfully brought a small bowl of black sesame paste. Zhuang Yuheng wanted to take it but she refused and fed it to Song Weichen in small bites.
Although Song Weichen had lost his sense of taste long ago, he now felt that this sesame paste was delicious.
"Sister Hua Fan, I have finally realized what beauty means. The sesame paste you feed is so delicious!"
Sad Hua Fan carefully dipped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief. Wiping off the gunk on his face, he said, "Little devil, you are the only one who can speak." After a pause, he said, "A'bai is a rough man with a single-minded mind. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Zhibei's painted fan is a bit awkward To his annoyance, Ji Baishou was not in the house at the moment, and he avoided it knowing the current affairs.
Song Weichen pouted, "How dare I? Besides, I've already seen it before. He must have heard me confess that I like you, and then he got jealous and used it to his advantage. Maybe I'm his love rival now!"
The Sad Painting Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud, why doesn't this little brain think about things according to ordinary people's thinking.
"Weiwei is not very serious sometimes, just adapt to it." Zhuang Yuheng sounded like someone who has come before.
Sad Painting Fan couldn't help but help Song Weichen smooth the hanging hair on both sides of his shoulders.
“Such a cute little devil, I can’t bear to have anything happen to you.”
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She pointed to a thirty-centimeter bronze mirror on the table, "This is the Mirror of Remembering the Past."
I saw that the bronze mirror was covered with mottled patina due to its age. , there is a bow-shaped button on the back, decorated with arc patterns of panchi, and because of the angle on the front, Song Weichen cannot see what it looks like.
The Sad Painting Fan walked to the table and performed magic with both hands in front of the mirror. In an instant, the front of the bronze mirror began to glow, and the colorful prisms like a kaleidoscope shimmered throughout the room.
“Wei Wei, can you see the bronze mirror glowing?”
Song Weichen nodded fiercely. He didn't understand why Sad Painting Fan asked this question. The titanium alloy dog's eyes were almost blinded, okay?
"That's good, because we can't see it. The sesame paste you just ate was made with Yixi water. If you can see the light, it means it has taken effect. Come here, only you can see Sang Pu's life. "
"It's just...are you really ready?"