Chapter 37: upright

Rong Xian's eyes were gentle, as if revealing a touch of tenderness and tenderness, Shen Jiu trembled: "Anyway, Jiu Liu also lost his sense of being too happy, I can understand."
While talking, she turned her wrist and a pill appeared in her hand.
"Eat it," Rong Xian said.
Shen Jiuliu took the pill without hesitation and swallowed it directly.
This gesture of complete trust pleased Rong Xian and made the smile in Rong Xian's eyes more obvious. She frowned and took the same medicine.
Although Shen Jiuliu was full of doubts, she didn't ask, and she waited for Rong Xian to explain to her.
Rong Xian did not let him wait too long, just after swallowing the pill, his hands quickly printed, two looming fir tree flowers appeared in front of the two.
Shen Jiu Liu was surprised, subconsciously pressed on the purse of the chest, this is the fir tree flower that can bring luck and rebirth!
"We just took the elixir made from fir tree pollen. No matter where you go in the future, whenever I want to find you, fir tree flowers will take me." Rong Xian said solemnly: "This It ’s my own method. I teach you. It will be easier for you to find me later. "
Well, paving the way for Shen Jiuli to accurately find himself in the future.
She cleared her throat and pretended to be like: "I have cleared all the power of your curse, but there is no way to cure it. If you relapse next time and I am not there, you can use the fir tree to guide me."
Rong Xian waved his hands to break up the flowers, raised his hands to seal, this time slowed down a bit, and after repeating it twice, he looked at Shen Jiuliu and asked, "Did you learn?"
Shen Jiuliang pressed his lips, raised his hand slowly and accurately, and when he stopped, he saw two fir tree flowers circling him.
His expression was still cold, but his voice was a bit of a firework that he hadn't had before: "Never have to worry about losing you again."
When I saw the fir tree flower again, Shen Jiu had a 70% certainty. Xiao Xian was the girl in the dream, and the purse on his neck was probably from Xiao Xian's hand.
Rong Xian was amused by his child. She stepped outside the door, closed her umbrella, and said, "It's not early, it's time to go back."
Shen Jiu left the first two steps in his consciousness, and the coldness that was not stained with red dust had a rare warmth in the end: "I send you."
Rong Xian was silent for a moment and refused: "No, stay long. If you are fine, don't appear in the city's main government."
She bit her lip, which seemed to be a little bit distressed: "After I went back yesterday, the uncle rushed to ask me for your news, and repeatedly told you to take you back to the main city. I always feel that the uncle is too warm to you, something is wrong . "
Having Shen Jiu Liu guard against Qing Bo will also make her plan smoother.
Seeing Shen Jiu-liu's serious face, Rong Xian smiled, and said falsely, "Don't be nervous, maybe I think too much."
Shen Jiuliu: "What is your uncle?"
Rong Xian blinked, and Feng Feng's eyes were filled with blankness: "Did I not tell you? I am the disciple of Xuanhua Mountain, and the master of Qingbo City is the master's classmate and my uncle."
Shen Jiuliu put his doubts in his heart and said softly, "Your uncle may be worried about you."
Rong Xian looked at him thoughtfully, knowing that he had heard it, so he reached out and handed him the umbrella: "The rain stopped, the original umbrella was returned, and I went back."
Shen Jiuliu held the umbrella tightly and nodded slightly: "Walk slowly."
Watching that trace of Qianying go away, Shen Jiuyu touched the paper umbrella unconsciously, and it seemed to carry the light fragrance of the woman's body.
She had just left, but he couldn't help but miss it.
Miss her low eyebrow and smile, miss her soft voice, miss the faint medicine fragrance on her, miss her tenderness like water ...
He used to be quiet and pure when he was alone. After knowing her, he suddenly knew loneliness.
Is this ... like?
Shen Jiuliu's cold eyes became slightly confused, fragile and innocent.
Rong Xian has just returned to the city's main residence, and Qing Er has been waiting there.
"Doctor Rong is back, the owner of the city has been waiting for a while." Qing Er said respectfully, and then invited Rong Xian to walk towards the main hall with a rude and undeniable attitude.
Rong Xian glanced at him lightly and followed.
But Qing Er's breath was a little familiar, it seemed to be that breath hidden in the dark when she rescued You Feng.
Came to the main hall, the atmosphere inside was silent and utterly silent, the surrounding people did not dare to breathe.
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth slowly raised, with a very quiet smile: "This morning, why is Uncle so angry? I don't know who angered Uncle?"
Qingbo calmly asked, "Where did you go last night?"
Rong Xian did not get angry with his questioning tone, but responded with a good temper: "The disciples went to the poor and visited the patient."
This statement was not wrong, she did see the patient, a little Ru Ru mother, a long stay.
"Since it is to see a doctor, why did the medicine fall over the guard and not let them follow?" Qingbo was aggressive.
Rong Xian managed the sleeves, had long purple hair, was gentle and calm, his eyes were bright as stars, and his tone was partial. He was surprised: "It turned out that they were uncles. Disciples went out last night and noticed that someone was following them. Those who want it, then they pour it out. "
She looked at Qingbo in a distressed expression: "I don't know what the brothers are doing now? The disciples let them sleep in the rain to show punishment, but they did not expect that their family would hit their own family, where they were disrespectful, and they also hoped that Master Haihan . "
Qingbo froze, the coldness in her eyes dissipated, and her face became a little more skeptical: "Don't you know they were sent by me?"
Rong Xian seemed helpless: "If a disciple knows that they are uncles, they will certainly not do so. The disciples are not good at it, and people with uncles will take care of them secretly. The disciples are too late to be grateful.
Looking at her like this, Qingbo went to the last bit of suspicion. It was not his credibility, but Rong Xian's character that he had already investigated clearly.
Qing Bo would rather believe that Rong Xian is a good old man who never lied, nor would she believe that she is deliberate.
After all, how terrible it is to pretend to deceive everyone for years.
At the age of Rong Xian, how old was she eight years ago. She wanted to be born with a kind heart, and combined with the teachings of his pedantic brother, she achieved such a perfect person.
Qingbo's face improved a lot, and then she entered the topic and asked directly: "Did you go out last night to see Shen Jiu Liu?"
He had already seen it clearly, and talking to Rong Xian could not turn around and said, this man's heart is upright, and he listened to others' words according to her upright thinking. Niulip didn't talk to the horsetail, and the topic turned to the sky.
It's better to ask directly, Rong Xian is not a liar.