Chapter 287 A rift in the heart-
Song Weichen almost went crazy.
She had been unable to meditate when she was guiding the puppet energy in her body to do the cultivation cycle. She always unconsciously thought of Mo Tingfeng's panic just now, so that the puppet energy coming out of Huang Ting's three meridians bypassed the six chakras. Returning to Huangting, he rushed down to Haidantian. For a moment, the sea of qi moved violently, impacting his heart.
“Poof!”
She vomited out a mouthful of dark blood, and collapsed uncontrollably on the soft cushion.
In the groggy state, the empty and blood-red eye sockets of the Lord of the Corpse Forest floated past his eyes, and the five skulls on his head creaked, seeming to be searching for and locking onto her.
"Weiwei!"
Mo Tingfeng, who was in the study next to her, felt the breath of the death curse through half of the consciousness attached to her body, and hurried over to see her fall to the ground. The Qi on the cushion was like a gossamer, and he quickly straightened it up on the soft cushion. He sat cross-legged and faced each other, and used his fingertips to channel three magic powers into her Ming Gate, Qi Sea, and Huangting, guiding the violent puppet Qi in Song Weichen's body to return to her body. Go to Huangting.
After about a stick of incense, Song Weichen slowly opened his eyes.
Just as he was about to speak, he opened his mouth and vomited blood again, but this time it turned bright red.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Mo Tingfeng moved closer so that Song Weichen could lean into his arms.
He gently stroked her back, filled with guilt. How could he - how could he do such a thing to Qin Xueying, how could he be worthy of Song Weichen.
Song Weichen closed her eyes and leaned gently into his arms. However, the strange feeling in her heart did not diminish. On the contrary, she was almost certain that he and Qin Xueying must have been very close last night.
Because she smelled the unique powdery fragrance of Qin Xueying on his chest.
It might be caused by improper cultivation, she thought, otherwise why her heart was as heavy as lead, almost dragging her into the abyss.
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“I want to lie down for a while, you go and do your work.”
Song Weichen tried hard to hold herself away from his chest. She didn’t want to smell the smell, and it was so smoky. Eyes sore.
Mo Tingfeng wanted to carry her to bed, but Song Weichen raised his hand to stop her.
"No need, I can do it on my own."
As he said that, he managed to stand up, staggered and sat down holding on to the bed frame. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Tingfeng, with an expression clearly showing that he was rushing away guests.
Suddenly there was a strong wind outside the window, the window lattice was blown and creaked, and it looked like a shower was coming.
Mo Tingfeng walked over and closed the window in three or two steps. The light in the room dimmed instantly. He stood by the window awkwardly, not daring to look into Song Weichen's eyes.
"Okay, you have a good rest, I'm going to take a shower."
Mo Tingfeng left, and Song Weichen sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. She didn't understand why everything seemed different in just one night.
What exactly has changed?
It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but that all the signs put together made her come to a certain conclusion - he really wouldn't hide it.
Her throat felt itchy, and she couldn't help coughing. She took out the brocade handkerchief and covered her mouth. When she took it away again, it was already stained with blood.
After staring at the bloody handkerchief for a long time, Song Weichen suddenly smiled. The smile was very tragic. What did she care about? Isn't this the best result?
If he really has something to do with the eldest princess - helping him lift the ban on love-killing on Chinese Valentine's Day would be the best gift that could be given to him in this life.
The heavy rain came down, and the color of the sky and the earth changed for a while.
The Nestle under the eaves outside Wuqing's Gallery was knocked down by the heavy rain. Song Weichen heard the noise and hurriedly opened the door to save him, but saw that there was nothing in the nest. It turned out that the bird in the forest had already disappeared. Fly far away.
Her clothes were soaked by the rain, and the raindrops were blurred along her hair. She had no choice but to fumble and pick up the nest shell back to the house. Unfortunately, it is already an empty nest, but fortunately, it is already an empty nest.
“What is love? Love is the choice that maximizes the exchange of interests.”
Ruan Mianmian's words were still ringing in his ears. He once sounded scornful, but now, Song Weichen felt that she was right.
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The heavy rain came and went like the wind, and the sky cleared up quickly. It was almost noon, and Mo Tingfeng finished bathing and changing clothes, and came to find Song Weichen to go to the back mountain for a banquet.
He was carrying a breath of fresh air, and the ambiguous smell of makeup and powder had been swept away. Song Weichen also changed into clean clothes and smiled lightly when he saw him. The smile was polite and distanced. , seems to be a little bit raw.
“Okay, boss, let’s go.”
She hadn't called him boss for a long time, and this word boss meant that she would never call him Tingfeng again, let alone use the name calling ban on him again.
It was just that at this time, Mo Tingfeng was still immersed in the confusion of his earlier behavior, and did not realize the rift behind this boss.
The two of them were silent all the way, keeping a distance of about three feet from each other as they walked into the back mountain path.
In spring, the trees are full of magnolia flowers and the Qingshan Village is not far away at the foot of the mountain. Song Weichen suddenly remembered that he had not visited Bao'er for a long time and should take advantage of the bright spring to take Bao'er to visit the mountains.
“If a husband makes a light promise, he will have little faith.”
Is that what Sang Pu said in the dream?
She is not a husband. She promised Bao'er's mother, Mrs. Chen, to take good care of Bao'er and she must not break her promise.
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"Miss Sangpu, long time no see."
A hearty voice interrupted her thoughts, and it was the one who looked like an immortal. The handsome young master bundles up his clothes.
Looking at his face that was exactly the same as Gu Cangyue's, Song Weichen was absent-minded for a moment. It wasn't until he saw Li Qingshui who was following Shu Jielong that he came back to his senses and looked at the two of them with a smile.
"Boss Shu, long time no see."
"Miss Qingshui, long time no see." As they spoke, the two of them came closer, Shu Jielong bowed to Mo Tingfeng, Li Qingshui bowed slowly.
“I have met Lord Si Chen.”
Mo Tingfeng smiled and nodded in return.
The four of them went to the banquet together. Shu Yuelong always glanced at Song Weichen intentionally or unintentionally, which made Li Qingshui see the pouting Lao Gao, and deliberately walked between the two of them, blocking Shu Yuelong. Taki's gaze.
Mo Tingfeng also noticed it, and subconsciously reached out to pull Song Weichen to the other side of her. The moment his hand touched her, she dodged it as if she was electrocuted.
"Sir, if you have anything to do, just ask me."
"Wei..."
Mo Tingfeng's words were choked by Song Weichen's reaction. After thinking about it, he simply walked to Shu Longlong and said,
"Boss Shu, let me take a step to speak."
He did indeed If you have anything to ask him about, regarding the death curse and the mask of the Ghost King, their deal still works.
Only Song Weichen and Li Qingshui were left here. They said goodbye to each other from Sikong Mansion and saw each other for the first time.
“Hey, I said you didn’t bring that little thing that discharges electricity today, did you?”
Li Qingshui still remembered Song Weichen's "witchcraft". She came to the banquet dressed beautifully today, but she didn't want to change her African reggae hair.
“I can bring it with me if I want.”
Song Weichen was happy,
“I didn’t expect you to have such deep feelings for Xiao Chichi.”
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"You crooked melon and cracked jujube, barren mountain honey!"
Li Qingshui spoke eloquently, and her pink face was more rosy and more delicate than magnolia. Song Weichen couldn't help but reach out and pinch it. ,
"Hey, you are still so cute."
That is to say, Xiao Chizhi is not present, otherwise the match between his Sebian DNA and Song Weichen at this moment would be 100%.
“Oops! You’re taking off my makeup again!”
Li Qingshui slapped Song Weichen's hand away, looked at her with some disgust, and took out a very delicate little brocade box from his sleeve pocket,
"This is for you."
" It’s not me, Brother Long asked me to give it to you.”
Song Weichen took it and opened it. Inside was a box full of prepared slices of Huangquan Sungrass—her life-saving elixir.
“Thank you! Refill~”
Song Weichen didn't refuse and carefully put it into his sleeve pocket.
She pointed at this thing to continue her life, no matter what, she would survive until the Chinese Valentine's Day, and she would not refuse anyone who came.
"Bang."
Li Qingshui rolled her eyes angrily, not knowing where Shu Jielong's muscles were wrong, and he insisted on being so concerned about her - he If he wasn't so interested in her, maybe she and she could become true friends.
“Hey, I’m talking about you, I haven’t seen you for a few days, why do you look so weak and dying?”
Li Qingshui crossed his arms and glanced at Song Weichen as he walked.
“Are you caring about me?”
Song Weichen was happy,
“You really get along with Xiao Chi Chi, and you are so chic when you care about me.”
She hooked Li Qingshui's neck, looking like two brothers,
"Don't worry, thanks to you, Mr. Huangquan doesn't treat me that much just yet, and he can still tolerate it for a while."
"So when are you going to have a happy event with Boss Shu? Try to do it as early as possible so that I can enjoy it." Happy."
Li Qingshui was stunned by Song Weichen's words,
"Are you serious?"
"What? Are you just playing with Boss Shu? Wow...woman..."
Song Weichen was so smart. She was making it clear to Li Qingshui that she had no intention of restraining him and that they would never be each other's imaginary enemies.
Li Qingshui didn't understand, but he was just jealous of Shu Longlong's attitude towards her. For a moment, he put aside his anger, which was originally about pulling onions on dry land, and started talking and laughing with Song Weichen.
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Different from the relaxed atmosphere of the two of them, Mo Tingfeng and Shu Yulong looked solemn.
“You mean...the source of the death curse can’t be found at all?”