Traveling through the Lotus Tower: Li Lianhua, you must live well

Su Ci stood aside with his arms folded, admiring Yun Biqiu's painful expression for a long time. After he gradually calmed down, he kindly untied his mute point and introduced him:

"This poison will cause your bones to fester bit by bit, your skin to fall off, and you will die. The drug will also damage your brain, causing hallucinations and driving you crazy. How about this, Dean Yun? Does my description sound familiar to you?"

Yun Biqiu's face was pale. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Su Ci, and his mouth opened and closed for a long time before he struggled to spit out the two words "Bi Cha".

Su Ci's eyes lit up, and he smiled with satisfaction: "Oh, you are indeed the knowledgeable Dean Yun, you are really amazing. However, this is not the poison of green tea, I call it 'burning heart'.

It is different from Bi Cha. When the Burning Heart Poison takes effect, it makes you feel like you are being burned by fire, and it has an antidote, it will not dissipate the power, and it will not kill you so quickly.

This is something I developed specifically for you based on the poison of the green tea. It took me three months to make it. Do you like this gift?"

Yun Biqiu's face was ashen, he stared at Su Ci and was speechless.

Su Ci straightened his messy sleeves, brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and leisurely left the room.

Yun Biqiu noticed her action of adjusting her clothes, and a terrifying light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He shouted at Su Ci with a crazy look: "He's still alive, right? I knew that the Sect Master was not dead. The Sect Master is number one in the world, how could he die. Haha, hahahaha, Sect Master, I was wrong. Woo woo woo, I was wrong, I shouldn't have poisoned you. Sect Master!"

Su Ci turned his head and glanced at the man who was crying and laughing, and said coldly: "He is dead. You killed him with your own hands, have you forgotten?"

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Yun Biqiu and quickly left the courtyard.

Yun Biqiu wanted to get up and grab Su Ci, but he failed after several attempts. He lay on the ground unwillingly, looked up at Su Ci's departing back and roared:

"Impossible. The way you adjusted your sleeves just now was exactly the same as the Sect Master's. I can't be mistaken. Where is he? I want to go and apologize to the Sect Master. Tell me where he is."

However, all he received in response was silence.

On the way back to the guest room, Su Ci looked up at the dark night sky. There were no clouds tonight, and the stars were bright and the moon was shining. Tomorrow should be a good day for traveling.

Counting the time, it has been almost a month since I came out. I don’t know how Li Lianhua is doing at home alone.

Li Lianhua, I finally understand what it means to "never feel lovesickness in your life, but now you feel lovesickness and become suffering from it."

Li Lianhua, I miss you.

What about you?

Under the same starry sky, Li Lianhua was sitting in the living room of Lotus Building, carving something by candlelight.

His eyes were focused and gentle, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

Li Lianhua's fingers were very nimble, and the sharp carving knife seemed to have life in his hands, flying up and down.

As time went by, the ordinary wood slowly changed, and gradually, the prototype of a lotus flower appeared before our eyes.

A gust of sea breeze blew into the hall, ruffling Li Lianhua's hair.

He looked up at the time and found that it was very late, so he put down the carving knife and stopped carving.

Li Lianhua gently blew away the wood chips, held the lotus hairpin that had just taken shape, and examined it carefully.

Happy things happen in life, heaven grants people's wishes, lotus flowers are twins, and rabbit silk continues.

Li Lianhua carefully put away the wooden hairpin, stood up and walked to the window, quietly gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

A Ci, the chickens at home have started laying eggs. If you don’t come back, they will be eaten by a vixen.

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The poem in the text comes from the song "Jin Yi Xiang Ying Hua Tang Hong Zhuang Qian" by Yang Ting of the Ming Dynasty.