After traveling through the book, I am busy as a dog. Shaoqing, can you do it?

The next morning, Diwuxun and Shen Qingqian went into the palace early and gave Xiao Xuance an IV.

Xiao Xuance expressed his deep apologies for his sister's rudeness to Shen Qingqian yesterday.

Shen Qingqian knew that when it came down to it, she could only blame herself for the toxic character she created, and couldn't blame anyone else!

He said profoundly:

"I'm really not angry!"

Xiao Xuance's condition recovered very well, which shows how powerful that Shengxinsu is.

Shen Qingqian felt that everything here could not be explained by common sense.

But she still couldn't help but wonder if there was another hand controlling her life?

Just like she once controlled Diwuxun's life?

It was obvious that it was not a medicine from modern medicine, as if confirming her answer.

In response to her sudden long sigh.

Xiao Xuance asked Diwuxun, who was dozing off, "Did you provoke her?"

Diwu Xun's phoenix eyes slightly opened and uttered two words.

"Shut up."

After leaving the palace, the two went to the cloth shop to visit little Ayan.

Shen Qingqian knew what was bothering Ah Yan.

The child didn't want to speak because she felt that Qin's death was caused by what she said.

So, she shut herself off.

If the inner knot cannot be untied, everything outside cannot be unlocked.

When Shen Qingqian was giving acupuncture to A Yan, she spoke to her in a soft voice.

"Xiao Ayan, your mother's death was not caused by you."

After hearing this, Ah Yan's little body twitched slightly, and soon tears as big as beans soaked his little face.

Shen Qingqian hugged A Yan and patted her back gently.

"The Fifth Shaoqing is very capable. He has already found out that it was those bad guys who killed your mother. Your mother didn't hang herself because of what you said. If you don't believe me, ask him!"

Diwu Xun leaned against the door and window, listening to Shen Qingqian's consolation.

His face was peaceful, like the soft white clouds in summer.

As she did, some things don't require the truth!

He nodded at A Yan who was looking at him.

"Your sister Shen is right. Your mother was killed by bad people."

In the following days, Shen Qingqian shuttled between the palace and the cloth shop, giving injections and infusions to Xiao Xuance and A Yan.

Having Diwuxun by her side every time made her feel more at ease.

At least several times when they met Xiao Shangzhu, Diwu Xun stepped forward to block the attack.

As for Qin's case, who pretended to be Guan Chen and presented the commendation, Yang Fuyin had no clue.

Five days later, when Diwu Xun received a call from the Dali Temple Minister, asking him to go to Qingzhou to assist Min Yanzheng in solving the ghost fire case, Shen Qingqian was leaning on a green bamboo chair under a cherry tree reading a book.

The summer mornings in Nancy are still very comfortable.

When the fifth search returned home, Shen Qingqian, who was using a book to block the sun from her face, was already snoring softly.

Just as Lan Zhu was about to call Shen Qingqian, she saw her grandfather put his finger between his lips and made a "hush" sound.

He stood tall, the smile on the corner of his lips lingering for a long time since he saw her through the cabinet archway.

After about a cup of tea, he finally took his eyes off her and walked towards her room.

He took out a dagger from his sleeve and placed it next to her pillow.

Then he simply packed his bag, glanced at Shen Qingqian who was still sleeping soundly under the tree, and disappeared around the corner of the cabinet archway.

When Shen Qingqian woke up, Diwuxun had already walked for half an hour.

She stretched her body and called Lanzhu out.

"Has your master not come back yet?"

Lan Zhu shook her head. "My master came back a long time ago, but he was sent to Qingzhou by the Dali Temple."

"Qingzhou? What are you going there for?"

"I heard from Lu Chuan that there are ghost lights appearing on Chaoyang Mountain, where Qingzhou enters the capital. I'm going to help investigate the case."

"Ghost fire?"

As modern people, this thing has long been cracked by science.

Isn’t it the burial place where people are buried after death, where the corpses undergo phosphating reaction?

Especially in this summer, because the burning points are more dense, it is easier to see will-o'-the-wisp at night.

But that is often seen in cemeteries with a lot of corpses. Could it be that there are many cemeteries on Chaoyang Mountain?

Lan Zhu said, "Yeah, I was very anxious. But I looked at the young lady for a long time and saw that she had no intention of waking up, so I left."

Shen Qingqian pretended not to hear Lan Zhu's unnecessary explanation.

She got up and went back to the house, wondering if she should go back too.

As he thought of this, he saw a dagger lying on the bedside.

Shen Qingqian raised her eyebrows.

It seems that he is quite thorough in his work!

Shen Qingqian took out paper and pen and left a letter for Lan Zhu.

Then he lay down on the bed, and died in a flash!

When Lan Zhu came back with the water, she found the room was empty.

The ink on the letter on the table was not yet dry.

Only six words.

"I have something to do. I'm leaving now."

This was naturally an excuse to allow himself to disappear smoothly.

But when Lan Zhu saw these six words, he felt!

Miss Shen still loves me!

Look, isn't she chasing her husband? !

It was still dark when Shen Qingqian returned to her bed.

She took out her cell phone to check the time, but still couldn't figure out the time conversion ratio between the two worlds.

In ancient times, so many days would have passed, but in modern times, it is less than three hours.

For a moment she thought she had misread the date, but apparently not.

4 month 27 day.

It was the early morning of her birthday.

He glanced at the ancient costume he was wearing.

She took it off decisively and took a hot shower.

After blow-drying my hair, I put on a new nightgown from the closet and started to read “my own articles”.

If now, it can still be considered my own writing.

The experiences of the past few days, like the previous ones, were also "broadcasted in real time" exactly as they were.

However, when she saw how she treated Xiao Xuance, she couldn't help but recall the feeling of being controlled.

That strange potion I have never heard of!

She had found it incredible when she was there before.

Now that she was back, that feeling made a chill spread from the soles of her feet, and her hair stood on end instantly!

Yes! Who is it?

Who is controlling her? !

It started from the first time she was pulled into the book by Diwu Xun, and the "dagger" used to assassinate him was replaced with an arrow!

She felt something was wrong!

That world is the world she wrote about, but it is a little different!

Those people are the ones she wrote about, but there are some differences!

It felt like she had only drawn up a framework, but the content was filled in by others.

But she is not a creator, but more like a recorder!

She was shocked by her own thoughts!

I began to wonder why I created this book in the first place?

It was around February last year, she fell ill.

I was drowsy for a few days, but I saw another world in my dreams...

Thinking about it now, it was a sudden inspiration.

The idea of ​​recording it and compiling it into a book came to me at that time.

As for the protagonist Diwu Xun, his story goes quite smoothly under her keyboard.

Every turning point in his life was like fragments of memory, which were pieced together into words and quickly took shape in her mind!

Her eyes suddenly lit up!

Indeed, everything was as she thought, but what about her existence?

Could it be that it is also the product of someone else's writing?

This kind of thought, combined with this series of incredible things...

She felt deeply that this was the only way it could make sense.

At this moment, she wanted to die again. What if her current life was also a pastime described by others?

This was the first time she cursed those authors!

If every protagonist has to go through these trivial things in his growth!

Either your parents are dead! Or your teammates are dead! Then you'd better not be the protagonist!

Just like a rotten, unsatisfied salted fish with no aspirations, isn't she attractive?

Thinking of this, she picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to her dear mother who had been missing for who knows how long.

"Ms. Shen, did I come out of a crack in a rock?"