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Chapter Nine: Being Chased

"My name is Song Qiaoqiao. Please come in first and sit down for a while. We'll talk about everything after my mother-in-law comes back."

Cheng Qinghan nodded and entered the door with the basket.

Song Qiaoqiao looked to be two years older than her, but was very introverted and shy, and could only ask and answer questions.

The two of them just sat like this, and the embarrassed Cheng Qinghan could hardly hold back the smile on her face.

Suddenly, she saw the embroidery placed on the bedside, broke the silence and said: "You embroidered this, can I have a look?"

Song Qiaoqiao nodded, handed her the embroidery and said, "I'm not good at embroidery."

Cheng Qingwen looked at the small and exquisite plum blossoms embroidered on it, and couldn't help but opened her mouth: "This is very good, I don't even know how to do embroidery."

"I have been doing embroidery with my mother-in-law since I was a child. My mother-in-law said that I would like to embroider my own wedding dress in the future." Song Qiaoqiao said in a low voice with a shy smile on her face.

Cheng Qingwen was stunned for a moment and recalled the memory of the original owner. Cheng Huaer never asked the original owner to learn embroidery. On the contrary, her embroidery was excellent.

"Qiaoqiao, come out quickly and help grandma get something."

There was a sound outside the door, and the two people quickly got up and walked out.

The woman was standing in the yard with a basket of firewood, sweating profusely, and looked at the two girls who came out in surprise.

"You...are Huanwen, why are you here today?"

"My grandma asked me to bring you some bamboo shoots and wild boar meat." Cheng Qingwen smiled and said.

When Widow Liu saw the wild boar meat placed in her home, she was stunned for a while: "You have given us such a big piece of meat, what will your family eat?"

"We still have it at home." Cheng Qingwan said with a smile: "Aunt Liu, I have something to ask you."

"you say."

"You have been in the village for so many years, have you ever heard of a miracle doctor?"

Widow Liu thought carefully for a while and then said: "I have never heard of a miracle doctor. I just heard that more than ten years ago, an imperial doctor from the capital came to our place and disappeared the next day."

After hearing this, Cheng Qingwen thought for a long time: "Thank you Aunt Liu. It's getting late. My mother should have cooked dinner. Aunt Liu, why don't we go and eat together."

"I won't. I'll come visit you another day."

Cheng Qingwen nodded and said to Aunt Liu as she walked: "My grandma is bored at home alone. Why don't you go to my place more often?"

The woman nodded in agreement and sent the person out of the door.

Cheng Qingwen was walking on the road, thinking about what he just said, and was really not sure whether the imperial doctor was a miracle doctor or not.

She walked to the door of her house and didn't come to a conclusion.

It was April soon, around the time of the Qingming Festival. Cheng Qinghan had been asking around for the past few days, but there was no trace of the whereabouts of the miracle doctor. People in the village either ridiculed her or avoided like wild beasts, and no information could be found out at all.

She was carrying the basket, collecting firewood, and thinking about what to do next.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting came from the bamboo forest not far away.

Cheng Qinghan reacted immediately and turned around to go down the mountain.

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, but it is better not to know some things to avoid getting into trouble.

She walked quickly down the mountain, and when she passed a sweet potato cave, she was suddenly pulled into it.

Just as she was about to shout, she saw the familiar person in front of her making a silent gesture to her.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the cave door, and Cheng Qingwan looked out through the gap. Standing in front of her were a dozen people dressed in black and holding swords.

Not far away, a villager carried a basket up the mountain to chop firewood. He looked at the people standing there and asked, "You... who are you?"

The man in black and his companion next to him looked at each other, and the next second, the villagers screamed.

"Throw him under the cliff and fall to his death while pretending to be chopping wood."

"Yes, where is Yuanqi?"

"Keep looking. His Highness has an order. Once found, he will be killed without mercy."

Cheng Qinghan watched them clean up the blood stains, and then fought the villagers away.

After confirming that everyone was gone, she collapsed on the ground. If Motoqi hadn't pulled her in just now, she would have died.

Cheng Qingwen turned to look at Yuan Qi and found that his face was pale. He quickly asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"

Warm blood dripped on the back of her hand. Looking along, she realized that the young man's lower abdomen had been slashed with a sword.

Common sense told her that she had to stop the bleeding immediately, otherwise the boy would bleed to death.

With this thought in mind, Cheng Qinghan took out the sickle placed in the frame and cut off a piece of Yuan Qi's clothes.

Just as he was about to untie his clothes, his hand was held.

Yuan Qi opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him warily: "No need."

"Ah?" Cheng Qingwen was about to speak when he took out a whistle and blew three times.

When the whistle fell, the two attendants whom I had seen in the carriage last time opened the door of Sweet Potato Cave from the outside.

"Sir." The man walked in and immediately helped the person out of the cave. When he saw black blood flowing from the wound, he said, "Sir, this sword is poisonous!"

"Azhu, send this girl home." Yuanqi looked pale and said to the attendant next to him.

"yes."

Before Cheng Qingwen could say anything, she felt someone grab her by the collar, and the next second, she jumped into the air.

With her eyes widened, she watched A Zhu jump and jump with her, reaching the bottom of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Could this be the legendary long-lost Qing Gong?

Cheng Qingwen walked to the door of her house, turned around and said to A Zhu: "I'm home. By the way, thank you for helping me. If it weren't for him, I would have been killed by those men in black."

"I will convey my gratitude to you, girl." After finishing speaking, A-Zhu turned around and left.

Cheng Qinghan glanced at the back, then turned around and walked into the house.

In the house, Cheng Hua'er was discussing embroidery with Widow Liu and her daughter. When he saw her coming in, he quickly smiled and said: "Huan Huan is back. Auntie made you some honeysuckle that can reduce fire. You've been getting angry these days.

Drink it quickly."

"Okay." Cheng Qingwan responded, picked up the bowl on the table, and took two big gulps.

"Huanhan, what's the matter with the blood stains on your clothes?"

Cheng Qingwen lowered her head, glanced at the blood stains on her skirt, and suddenly remembered what the attendant said in her mind.

The sword is poisonous...

"Huanhan, are you injured somewhere?" Cheng Huaer quickly pulled the person in front of him to look, and he almost cried in anxiety.

"Ah, I'm not injured. Maybe it was contaminated by blood vine when I was cutting firewood." Cheng Qingwen said with a smile: "I'm fine. Mom, I'll go to the backyard to look at the wheat first."

Without waiting for Cheng Huaer to say anything, she took the kettle and walked out into the backyard.

The spring sun shone on Cheng Qingwan's body, but she felt cold all over because of what had just happened.

But in retrospect, Motoqi was too calm...

"Host, there are antidote pills in the points system."

The sound of the system suddenly came to mind, which made Cheng Qingwan jump.

"kindness?"

"The detoxification pill can be redeemed with only 100 points."

Cheng Qingwen frowned when he heard this: "Why did you suddenly tell me this?"

"Because I'm afraid that I won't be able to complete the performance indicators..." The system looked at her confused look and said, "Look down."

Cheng Qingwen lowered her head, looked at the soil that had been poured into a pit by herself, and quickly started to rescue it.
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