Chapter 126 The Truth of the Year

The night wind is gentle, blowing through the garden.

Under the eaves of the corridor hung a series of exquisite small lamps, flickering and flickering, and the little girl was dotted with stars.

Song Zhao looked up at his fair and tender face, his washed eyes seemed to sparkle with fireflies.

Song Jinfu was slender and tall, looking down at her.

"Little sister, don't hide it anymore. I have already visited the residents near Lingyun Villa from house to house.

Three years ago, when elder brother went to Lingyun Villa to ask for medicine, you secretly followed him.

Afterwards, you didn't go to Miss Wen's house for a banquet, but went to Lingyun Villa for two days and two nights, didn't you? "

The wind blows the petals of peony in the courtyard and floats over, spinning and falling on the little girl's sandalwood hair.

Floating flowers and shadows, full of fragrance.

Song Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally said, "Yes."

Song Jinfu's eyes tightened, and the clear voice was a bit awkward at this time, "According to the person in charge of Lingyun Villa, the time when the medicine king leaves Lingyun Villa is the time for you to return home. So the Shenzhi grass, you asked for it. The one who came here was you who saved the elder brother, this is the truth."

He used an affirmative sentence.

Song Zhao blinked, clasped the Yingluo around his waist unconsciously with his hands, and hummed softly.

Song Jinfu's chest heaved vigorously, anxious and annoyed, and even breathed a little eagerly, "What price did you pay for the Shenzhi grass? What did you go through in those two days?"

When Song Jinfu visited, he knew that Yao Wang was very tricky.

He doesn't love money, he doesn't love power.

If you want to get the Shenzhi grass from him, you must pay a huge price.

And Song Zhao must have paid a heavy price for staying in Lingyun Villa for two days.

Song Zhao looked stunned.

For the real her, this was already a hundred years ago.

It's been too long.

She frowned, thought for a long time, and then said slowly, "I have been a medicine man for two days, testing medicine for him."

She said that was an understatement.

But it seemed that a sharp sword pierced through Song Jinfu's chest.

His back was slightly bent, his white eyes were slightly red, and his throat was lightly choked.

What is a medicine man?

Only common people who have made big mistakes and have low status are not accepted by this dynasty and allowed to be trampled upon.

Only then will he be captured by some dark organization, practiced with various cruel medicines, and tortured, worse than a human pig.

He stared at Song Zhao's peaceful face.

The tip of the nose was blocked, the eyes were red, and tears rolled in the eye sockets.

three years ago.

My little sister is only nine years old.

She is also a little soft girl who will ask for a hug in a coquettish voice after walking two steps.

But no one knew that he had experienced such inhumane torture.

"Sister, does it hurt?"

Song Jinfu didn't dare to think about how she spent those two days.

His little sister is so charming and doted on, she will cry for a long time if she is bitten by a mosquito.

His little sister was very timid, but she faced the darkness alone.

How could she survive those two days of pain and helplessness?

Song Zhao shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

"Stop coaxing third brother, how could it not hurt." Song Jinfu trembled in pain as if his heart had been cut by a sharp knife.

His face was pale, and he was almost unable to stand still.

Song Zhao quickly supported him.

Unable to bear it, Song Jinfu half leaned on Song Zhao, covering his face and crying almost in grief.

"I know, I know it all."

His voice was hoarse and his voice choked.

"My little sister, that is, just can't stand a little pain."

The sequelae of becoming a medicine man tormented Song Zhao day and night for three years.

She was unwilling to tell Song Jingxian the truth while he was recovering, for fear that his frail body would not be able to bear it.

But when she recovered and wanted to explain, Song Jingxian thought she was cold and thought that it was Xia Qingyao who saved him.

"Third brother, I have already forgotten."

Time heals all, if not all.

But it can also make things that make you miserable, become less important.