I fought back after reselling my engagement

Mr. Li returned with his two grandsons and granddaughter.

Su Zhen felt quite sympathetic when he saw Mr. Li, a gray-haired man who should have been enjoying his grandchildren.

Like an ordinary family, Mr. Li should be enjoying a peaceful life, but because of the misfortune in his family, he lost his son and daughter-in-law. He has to hold on for the sake of his two underage grandchildren.

Su Zhen poured out two pills. "This is a pill made by a good friend of mine. It's called Gu Yuan Dan. You should take one first, and then take another one in half a month."

Li Weng took it and swallowed one immediately, and wrapped the other in paper, "The boss is leaving now."

"I came down the mountain to buy medicinal herbs. I have bought all the herbs I needed and now I have to go back." Su Zhen looked up at the sky. "The weather is getting colder. Take these twenty taels of silver and buy some clothes for the children."

She could see that Mr. Li was ill, but he was trying to hold on, but she was reluctant to spend money on medicine.

Su Zhen said: "I feel relieved that you are here to help me guard the house. I will leave first."

Mr. Li and his grandchildren watched her back as she walked away.

The eldest child said, "Grandpa, the boss is a good man. He gave me three taels of silver and asked me to buy some candy."

"Yes, he is a good man..." Mr. Li murmured. He had a feeling that the pills given by his boss were very good. After taking them, his chronic illness of many years was mostly relieved.

*

The Governor's Mansion.

Su Jingzhai returned to his bedroom and was about to lie down when he saw two porcelain bottles on the table with a note on them: "I am Su Zhen's friend. These are Guyuan Pills and Qingdu Pills. The former can prolong life, and the latter can detoxify. For the first year of Guyuan Pills, take one pill first, and then another pill half a month later; after that, you only need to take one pill every year."

There is no signature, and the writing is in modern Song typeface, which is very formal and each stroke looks like it was carved. It is really hard to tell what style it has. It is a formal and upright writing that anyone can do, but few can write words that look so engraved.

Su Jingzhai looked doubtful. No one was plotting to harm him, but for some reason, he just believed it. He poured a pill from the bottle of Guyuan Dan and swallowed it. He felt great after taking it.

Su Zhen hid in the dark and watched Su Jingzhai take it. He smiled with relief and was silent for a moment. Then he used magic to send a storage bag with an area of ​​two square meters and a locker inside. He also sent a piece of font which was created by magic.

Just as Su Jingzhai was about to lie down, he fell on a bag with a note on it: "This is a mechanical bag made by a Mohist master. You can use the blood of your index finger to drip onto the rope to recognize the owner, and use the power of thought to collect objects. Inside is a storage cabinet that is three feet long and wide and six feet high! Treasures are hard to come by, so don't tell others about it. You can keep important items inside..."

It was another type of square Song font that Su Jingzhai had never seen before.

Just as Su Jingzhai was wondering, the paper in his hand suddenly turned into smoke and disappeared.

He was silent for a moment, and dripped the blood from his index finger onto the rope on the storage bag. Sure enough, the fresh liquid was absorbed by the rope. There was no blood on the rope, and he was shocked. He tried to send the pill bottle in with the power of his mind. He seemed to be able to sense the size of the space inside. There were three drawers and a cabinet above and below to store objects.

Su Jingzhai was a little excited. After standing up, he put all his favorite books, calligraphy and paintings into his storage bag. Among them was a painting of orchids by Su Zhen, with an orchid poem on it.

Even though my grandfather was in his sixties, he was not as smooth as other old ministers. On the contrary, even though he was old, he still had a moist and elegant demeanor.

I wish you well!

Grandfather, you must take care of yourself. When the quality of the pills I refine becomes higher and higher, I will make you a body-cleansing and detoxifying pill to expel the toxins from your body.

Su Zhen waited until Su Jingzhai fell asleep before leaving quietly.

When she passed the princess' tomb, the light in the thatched cottage was still on. She approached the window. After half a year, Xiao Luo's calligraphy had improved a lot. At least now, it was quite presentable. The font size was evenly proportioned, and the style was lively and tenacious. Each word was written very neatly, and it was 50% like the Song typeface she wrote, so neat that it seemed as if it had been measured out of a mold.

Su Zhen was moved and said, "Little donor, I am lost in the dark. Can I ask you for a bowl of hot water to drink?"

She assumed a man's voice.

Xiao Luo in the room paused for a moment, then stood up and opened the door. "It turns out to be a young Taoist priest. Come in. I am the only one living halfway up the mountain."

Su Zhen walked into the room. Xiao Luo was very strong-willed. She had hated reading and writing before, but now she could write so well. She took a look and asked, "Young donor, are you copying scriptures?"

Xiao Luo turned around and poured a bowl of hot water from the stove on the side.

Su Zhen took it and asked, "Young donor, are you guarding someone's grave?"

"This is my former master. She treated me very well. When she was alive, she always hoped that I could read and learn, but I was too naughty and annoying at that time. After she passed away, I realized that she was doing it for my own good."

The princess taught her cooking and gave her "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic" and "Book of Songs" all in order to prevent her from being blind. They entered the palace together, but Chunxiao is now a wealthy woman and has a nobleman seeking to marry her.

She studied not to marry into a good family, but to comfort the soul of her former master.

"The old master is gone. You should live a good life to comfort her. If she knew, she would be comforted."

Su Zhen took a sip of hot water and found it had a light sweetness, which showed that Xiao Luo had put sugar in it.

Xiao Luo said: "God has eyes. I hope that the princess will no longer be plotted against or persecuted in the other world. She died a tragic death!"

You are still so naive. You would say these words to a stranger.

Su Zhen said: "You have been waiting for so long, it is time for you to go back, find a good husband and live a peaceful life."

"Why would I want to find a good in-law? My parents sold me for my elder brother and younger brother, saying they didn't want to raise a money-losing person. Even blood relatives acted like this, let alone an outsider. I don't want to find an in-law. I just want to accompany the princess and guard her grave for the rest of my life. I'm doing well in the mountains. I've cultivated a vegetable garden, and every first day of the month, people from the farm at the foot of the mountain send me rice. I have food, drink, and a place to stay. I don't have to worry about food and shelter. How wonderful!"

Aren’t Chunxiao, Chunjiang and Xiaoluo all orphans? How could Xiaoluo be sold by her biological parents?

She didn't get married because of the psychological trauma she suffered since childhood, and she actually planned to stay here for the rest of her life.

This is a silly girl.

Perhaps it was because of this that when she met Su Zhen, who taught her cooking and taught her to read and write, Xiao Luo felt that no one in the world was as good as Su Zhen. She was willing to guard the princess's grave for the rest of her life. Even if no one spoke here, because of the princess, people on the mountain or below the mountain dared not bully her.

"I have some affinity with you, little donor. Are you willing to learn martial arts? If you want to learn martial arts, I can help you open up your meridians and give you a set of internal martial arts skills."

Xiao Luo immediately asked happily: "Little Taoist priest, do you think I have a talent for martial arts?"

"Monks don't lie."

"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

Xiao Luo became more enthusiastic.

She looked at Su Zhen eagerly as he drank water. "I put sugar in this water. Is it sweet? If it's not sweet enough, I'll put another spoonful in."

"It's too sweet and cloying."