"Mengdie, Fairy, you two should stop fighting," a vague voice came out of Meng Xinghe's mouth. His face was pale and he coughed several times before fainting again.
A relatively quiet woman in white next to her fainted again after hearing a few inexplicable words he said. She quickly said to the tall man next to her: "Brother, there are still many days of waterway from here to Dongdu. I think he can't stand it like this." After running around for days, I went ashore early to find a good doctor to treat him."
The man glanced at Meng Xinghe on the bed, then at his haggard sister, and said: "There are still three days of waterway, I hope he can survive it. By the way, Jinyang, give him your medicine. What will we do if we don't have you anymore? We saved his life from the river, and we have done our best. You must not harm your body again, you know? If dad knew that you gave this man the life-extending medicine, he would still Not to die,"
The quiet woman smiled without any regret on her face. Instead, she felt very happy and said: "As long as brother doesn't tell me, how will dad know about it? Okay, let's go out, I want to rest."
The woman pushed the man's bag vigorously a few times, and the man walked out with a wry smile. She knew that this sister was naturally kind. Even cats and dogs couldn't bear to see them being hurt, let alone such a big living person. After he was rescued, his kind-hearted sister took him into her boudoir. If word spread, she would probably have to be lectured by her father for a few more days.
After seeing her eldest brother go out, the woman actually looked at Meng Xinghe's pale face, showed a smile and said: "Jinyang thought that he would never see the young master again in this life, but he didn't expect to meet him again on the canal. What a coincidence. "
As she spoke, she covered Meng Xinghe with a gorgeous brocade quilt, walked to the desk next to her, looked at the contents on the paper, and sighed alone.
The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was there, in a dimly lit place.
Reciting these words silently, the woman returned to the night of the Lantern Festival in Jiangdu, under the dim lights, to the young man in green who wanted to buy a marriage lantern.
"Ahem, Mengdie, fairy, you really don't want to fight anymore," it was that sentence again. After the woman rescued him, he repeated this sentence in his mouth, and he didn't know what Mengdie was talking about. Who is He Xianzi to make this man miss him so much?
"No fight, no fight, just lie down in bed and don't move," the quiet woman quickly put down the article in her hand and immediately put down the quilt she had just covered with her. Walked over to comfort him.
Just as her hands were about to cover him with the quilt, Meng Xinghe suddenly stretched out his hands to grab her. The woman's face instantly turned red, with a hint of morbid tenderness. She quickly withdrew her hands, but this man was so powerful that he could twitch no matter what. not coming back.
"Dear Mengdie, why are you so stubborn? Stop fighting. There is still a fairy. Just give up." Meng Xinghe stretched out his hands and grabbed the two lotus-rooted arms of the quiet woman and said vaguely, with a wry smile on the woman's face. , said: "No more fighting, you can have a good rest,"
"Well, baby Mengdie is still good," Meng Xinghe squeezed her hand gently, then fell asleep with a smile. The quiet woman took good care of him with a blushing face. When she turned around, there was a smile on her face. Apply blush to make her look happier.
Walking slowly, fearing to wake up the person on the bed, the Wenjing woman quietly opened the door and went out. After a long time, the room became quiet, and Meng Xinghe slowly opened his eyes on the bed. When he touched the woman's little hand just now, he knew This woman was not Mengdie, and she deliberately pretended to be asleep to avoid embarrassment between the two of them.
He stood up and got up from the bed and looked at this unfamiliar environment. Although the surroundings were dressed in a relatively elegant style, there was a hint of his daughter's home everywhere.
This is the boudoir of the woman just now. Meng Xinghe is not an idiot. He has been to several ladies' rooms, so he can tell it at a glance.
After getting out of bed and walking to the desk, Meng Xinghe raised his eyes and saw the content on the piece of paper. He was shocked and asked secretly why the poem "Qing Jade Case" he wrote during the Lantern Festival in Jiangdu appeared here.
Before the shock subsided, the door was gently pushed open, and a quiet woman wearing a mink fur coat was seen standing by the door. Seeing the man walking around in the room, the woman's nerves were extremely tense. Where was she standing? I was speechless for a long time.
Meng Xinghe raised his eyes and saw that it was the quiet girl he met at the Jiangdu Lantern Festival before, with a kind smile on her pale face, and said: "I didn't expect that the person who saved me was you, girl. What a coincidence."
"Well, what a coincidence, it's really a coincidence," the woman blushed and said a few words, then slowly walked in and said: "It's late at night, the young master's body is not strong yet, why do you get out of bed? Hurry up. Let’s lie down on it,”
Oh, Meng Xinghe responded. He seemed a lot more reserved in front of this quiet woman. He was about to go back and continue lying on the bed, but then he thought that this was that woman's boudoir. If he slept on her bed, she would sleep on her bed. where.
Judging from the mink fur coat she was wearing, it must have been used to spend the night. She probably slept on this desk during the few days she was in coma. Meng Xinghe suddenly felt like a dove occupying a magpie's nest, and he quickly laughed and said: "I'm almost fine now, I'd better leave the bed to the girl to sleep on," he said, sitting down next to the desk, holding the book on it and looking presentable.
"Yes," the woman nodded, handed the mink fur coat to Meng Xinghe, quietly got into the hot bed, and slept quietly with her back to Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe looked at the dark night outside the window, wondering where he was now, whether Mengdie and Xianzi were fighting behind him, or whether the Dragon Gang brothers on the boat were frantically trying to salvage him from the river.
This series of questions made him think a lot. What's even more strange is that he clearly remembers being hit by Mengdie's golden leaf needle, but he is still alive and well. Could it be that he is immune to all poisons and can easily resolve it? of highly toxic.
The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became. Meng Xinghe simply read the book for a few times, then lay down on the desk and fell asleep.
Sleeping until midnight, the lights in the room had been extinguished at some point, and it was so dark that it was difficult to see what was real. Meng Xinghe was in a daze when he heard the voice of the woman on the bed opposite, saying: "Master, are you asleep?"
Meng Xinghe wanted to pretend to be asleep and not answer, but he couldn't bear to answer: "No, is something wrong?"
"No, no, no," the woman said quickly, already whispering: "Young master, are you cold?"
"It's not cold," Meng Xinghe said with a smile, "Girl, this mink fur coat is draped around you, it's very warm."
After he finished speaking, the two of them were silent for a long time, and then the woman on the bed said: "I wonder if the young master is free now. I can't sleep and want to talk to you,"
If you want to chat, just say so. You don't have to be so polite. Meng Xinghe smiled and said: "I can't sleep either. We can just chat. Maybe we will fall asleep later."
"Well, thank you, Master," the woman on the bed responded politely, and then asked in a low voice: "Although I have met the Master several times, I still don't know his name. Can you tell me?"
"Oh, I'm Meng Xinghe, a native of Taoyuan, Jiangdu. I am the eldest in my family. I am still unmarried. Those who do good things are called Mr. Hualiu. By the way, where are you, miss?" It's dark now anyway, and no one can see anyone else. Meng Xinghe started acting rogue again, and his words were quite frivolous.
"Puch," a burst of happy laughter came from the bed: "How can anyone introduce themselves like this? Young master is really interesting," she said happily, and then whispered: "My name is Jinyang, my brother and sister at home. They all call me Xiao Sizi,”
"Xiao Sizi, it's not bad, it sounds much better than my Mr. Hualiu," Meng Xinghe smiled and said, "I don't know where your ship is going. Can you take the road to Jiangdu?"
If this ship can go to Dongdu, then he can meet up with his people there. If Xiaosizi and the others don't go to Dongdu, then they will find a place to dock tomorrow and take another ship to avoid missing it. Time to go to Chang'an.
"Yes, we will arrive at Dongdu in a few days. Don't be in a hurry, young master." Xiao Sizi said a few words quickly to calm Meng Xinghe's military morale. After a while, she said again: "By the way, young master is in a hurry." "Dongdu, are you also going to attend the Hundred Flowers Conference there? I heard that this year's Hundred Flowers Conference in Dongdu will attract talented people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to participate. The young master is so talented that it is possible to win the oiran,"
What is the Hundred Flowers Conference? Meng Xinghe was confused when he heard it. He told the truth: "Girl, I misunderstood. I am not going to attend the Hundred Flowers Conference you mentioned. I was just passing by Dongdu to meet up with my friends, and then go to Chang'an. Because there was an accident on the boat we were on, I was separated from my friends, so I wanted to find him and them as soon as possible to avoid them worrying."
Thinking of the two women fighting, Meng Xinghe felt bitter and had no one to talk to. After hearing this, the little Sizi in the distance actually said happily: "Young master is going to Chang'an. That's great. Jinyang and brother are going back too." Wouldn't it be a good thing to travel together like this in Chang'an's home?"
Hearing that Meng Xinghe was going to Chang'an, Xiao Sizi was happy and a little excited.
It turns out that this woman's home is in Chang'an, and she seems to be the daughter of a wealthy family who can go out and play around. Now they are considered to be alone and a widow in the same room. If word spreads, it will affect this woman's reputation. Meng Xinghe coughs After a few calls, he said calmly: "That's okay. I'll go to Chang'an with the girl then. The mountain is high and the road is far away, so everyone can take care of me. It's getting late, I'm a little sleepy and I'll go to bed first."
"Ah, you're going to bed. I can't sleep," the woman said bluntly, without any trace of sleepiness at all, "Can you chat with me again? There are very few people around me who chat with me."
The Marquis is as deep as the sea. On weekdays, these ladies look very quiet, but they know that they are actually emptier than anyone else. Meng Xinghe sighed and said, "To thank you for saving my life, I will have a heart-to-heart talk with you tonight."
"Okay, thank you," the woman smiled happily and said, "Can you tell stories?"
"Less likely,"
"Then tell me a story. I really want to hear other people tell stories. I used to ask my mother to tell me stories every day so that I could sleep. Then my mother went away and it was my father who told me stories, but they were all golden stories. Ge Tiema's story is not pleasant at all, so I won't let him tell it to me," the woman said coquettishly, with a bit of disappointment in her words.
Meng Xinghe was secretly speechless. It seemed that this quiet woman had not fully grown up yet. He thought about it carefully and said: "Since you don't like fighting and fighting, then I will tell you a story that you have never heard of. It's about Swordsman Xianxia’s,”
"Swordsman Xianxia, what a strange name," the woman said happily: "Then tell me quickly, I'm listening."
"Once upon a time, there was an ordinary young man, Zhang Xiaofan, who joined the Qingyun Sect, a major cultivation sect in the world, and later met a girl in green named Baguio..."
Just when Meng Xinghe was talking about "Zhu Xian", the woman on the bed fell asleep at some point, and he could already hear the quiet breathing, so he slowly lowered his voice, and finally the whole room fell into silence.