The weather is still good.

Chen Jiu and Zhou Xian arrived in the town, rented a small house, and moved in.

Chen Jiu's injuries were too serious, and there were signs of worsening in the past few days. Zhou Xian couldn't bear to see Chen Jiu endure the pain and rushed to the road, so he stopped in this town first.

The medicine given to Chen Jiu by the old doctor was not useful. It should be just some of the most basic painkillers. I endured the pain a few days ago, but now it has returned, causing Chen Jiu to frown frequently.

Seeing this, Zhou Xian often tightened his eyebrows, held his jade hand tightly, and remembered the old doctor in his heart.

Chen Jiuyue gradually became silent and rarely spoke. Most of the time he endured the pain. He often woke up in the middle of the night and then couldn't fall asleep. He got up and covered the blanket for Zhou Xian, limped to the side and sat down, constantly thinking.

Chen Jiu didn't want to drag Zhou Xian down, but now he is really seriously injured. Many times when he is on the road, he will fall on the road if he is not careful. If Zhou Xian doesn't come to pull him, he may not even be able to get up.

It is also because of this that Zhou Xiancai decided to stop in this town for a while, and there is no need to hurry.

The town here is not big, called Shanggao. Although it covers a small area, it is considered to be "full of all organs". According to the residents in the city, this town is under the jurisdiction of several gods, which means there are monks in the city.

As a passerby, Zhou Xian didn't want to have any interaction with the monks in the city, for fear of causing inexplicable trouble, so she just made some calligraphy and paintings in the house every day, and exchanged some silver in the attic of calligraphy and painting in the city, so that she and Chen Jiu would just need to eat, wear, live and transport.

In addition, Zhou Xian also went everywhere to find out where the famous doctors were, but what he got was useless information, so he could only go to the large urban clinic every day to get some expensive tonics for Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu could only lie on the bed. Every day, he heard Zhou Xian shouting, "Come on, Chen Jiu, it's time to take medicine."

Every time this comes, Chen Jiu's expression will be a little strange, but he doesn't say much, and he will just finish it in one go.

After seeing Chen Jiu finish drinking, Zhou Xian would take off the bowl, then sit by his bed with a smile and talk about some free topics.

"Chen Jiu, do you know there is a lantern festival in this town? It's the day after tomorrow. Can we go together?"

Chen Jiu leaned against the wall, his face was still pale and weak, but his expression had improved a lot, and he chuckled.

"Do you want to go?"

Zhou Xian nodded with a smile, "Yes, there is a rare lantern festival, it's a pity not to watch it."

Chen Jiu nodded, "Okay, we haven't gone for a walk for a long time."

After the two discussed, Zhou Xian was very happy, but immediately felt sad.

Chen Jiu and she don’t have any good-looking clothes to wear. If they go to the city to order, the silver on them will not be enough.

Zhou Xian thought about it over and over again, but finally decided to buy cloth himself. In his spare time, he cut it at home to match the clothes he and Chen Jiunong.

Chen Jiu was able to walk slowly down the ground, and sometimes he would lean against the wall, chuckled and watched Zhou Xian cut his clothes, and gave some guidance.

“Will the embroidered dragon be better here?”

Zhou Xian looked at Chen Jiu and said angrily: "Who has dragon-patterned embroidered tigers, can you become a gangster in the market?"

Chen Jiu defended: "It is obvious that many robes have dragon tattoos on them."

Zhou Xian shook his head, "No, no."

Chen Jiu could not twist Zhou Xian, so he immediately stopped talking and sat on the bed.

In fact, he will wear whatever Zhou Xian makes, and it may not be very beautiful.

Zhou Xian looked at Chen Jiu and snorted softly.

How could she embroider the dragon for him? Otherwise, would she still be able to embroider the phoenix on herself?

That's so old-fashioned, it won't work.

Zhou Xian thought about it, and gave Chen Jiu a blank look.

Chen Jiu sat on the bed with a confused expression, not knowing what happened.

It tastes quite like a pot coming from the sky.

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Zhou Xian lived in the city for a while and met his neighbors who were in contact with him. Although he didn't say much, he would greet each other.

These neighbors also met Zhou Xian and felt more and more that Zhou Xian was a very good woman. She not only had a good appearance, but also looked well-educated. From many words, she could tell that her birth was definitely not ordinary.

Over time, the people in the city became interested in Zhou Xian. After a little inquiring, they learned about Zhou Xian’s current situation.

He seemed to have already started a family and lived with his husband, but his husband seemed to be living in seclusion. Only people in the city had occasionally seen his back. He heard that he was a sick man who was suffering from serious illness. Otherwise, Zhou Xian would not have gone to the city's traditional Chinese medicine clinic to get some expensive medicinal materials every day.

Someone thought it was a pity that such a strange woman had family affairs, and her husband was still a sick man.

What a pity, it's a pity.

Many young men in the city are depressed, but they are never vague about buying Zhou Xian's calligraphy and paintings and are willing to buy them at a high price.

Because Zhou Xian’s calligraphy and paintings are really good, many monks in the city read it and gave the evaluation that they had the style of a master and dared not talk nonsense.

As for asking them to estimate the price, they are even more afraid.

The monks in the city gradually felt that Zhou Xian’s origin was mysterious and tried to make friends.

Zhou Xian never spoke too much with these monks, he just traded.

Many young men in the city want to say a few words to her, but it is difficult to reach the sky.

But the young master in the city was not discouraged, and he felt that he still had a chance. After all, they had to be better than Zhou Xian's sick and dead husband, right?

So there were all kinds of gifts to chat with, but Zhou Xian just ignored him and turned around and left. These young men did not dare to stop him, so they could only be so mean.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Zhou Xian embroidered his clothes. Because Chen Jiu had not woken up, Zhou Xian took the spot early and sold some calligraphy and paintings.

Zhou Xian wore a lilac robe today, with distant mountains embroidered on it. Last time, Zhou Xian's beautiful and outstanding appearance and temperament, he really looked like a fairy from heaven falling into the mortal world.

Some monks wanted to come and talk to him, but they saw Zhou Xian's appearance as a banished immortal, but he was a little afraid and stood there hesitated.

The brave young master had already come forward. Because he had bought two calligraphy and paintings of Zhou Xian before, he spoke up in a familiar way.

"Miss Zhou's makeup looks really beautiful today, and I can't calm down for a long time after seeing it."

Zhou Xian just glanced at him and didn't reply.

The young master stood there in a daze, laughed dryly, pretended to look at the calligraphy and paintings, and said again.

"Oh, these calligraphy and paintings are really good. Miss Zhou saw that we have known each other for so long, can we give a discount?"

Zhou Xian frowned slightly and said nothing.

The young master's face became more and more angry, and he felt that Zhou Xian was really ungrateful. No matter how mysterious Zhou Xian's origin was, he had to give him a thin face in this town, right?

But Zhou Xian embarrassed him so much. Do you really think he has no temper?

When the young master thought of this, he stood up straight, his eyes were gloomy, and he pressed his hand on Zhou Xian's calligraphy and painting, and was about to speak.

The noisy crowd of people in the lantern festival suddenly became quiet, and almost a needle could be heard.

The young master looked in surprise.

I saw a man standing in front of the crowd, with a golden robe, slender body, and a pale face that looked even more magical under the moonlight.

He stood there and looked at Zhou Xian.

Like a god.

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Chapter completed!