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Song Qinghong's bandaging skills were completely poor. She wrapped the bandage around Shen Jiayu's chest for more than ten times, and felt that it could stop the bleeding but it was still not good enough. She then wrapped it from the left shoulder to the right armpit for more than ten times, and only after making sure there would be no mistakes did she let Shen Jiayu go.

Even her maid Luqi couldn't stand it anymore and asked in a low voice: "Miss, is this right?"

Song Qinghong said slowly: "I think it's pretty good. Seeing that the girl's complexion is starting to turn rosy, I think it must be true."

Shen Jiayu, who was having difficulty breathing, almost fainted when she heard this. Her face was pale originally because of excessive blood loss, but now her face was rosy simply because she was bandaged too tightly and couldn't breathe.

But Song Qinghong meant well, so she couldn't say anything and could only laugh it off.

"Let me help you up. I don't know your name is young lady, but it would be rude of me to keep calling you young lady." Song Qinghong gently helped Shen Jiayu up.

Shen Jiayu stood up with all his strength, and with their help, he joined the main group. After thinking for a while, he decided to give his real name, "I am Shen Jiayu. Miss Song is very polite. We in the martial arts world rarely pay attention to these things, so don't take it to heart."

By chance, this sentence was heard by Wen Xiangzhu who was not far away, and he silently said: "Shen Jiayu..."

Zhao Ji crossed his arms over his chest and asked in confusion, "Sir, do you need me to look up this name? The people in Qiongling Pavilion are all orphans. How could Qiu Shijiu come up with such a name?"

Wen Xiangzhu waved his hand and walked out, then turned and walked towards the main road outside. "There is a long way to go. If she is really a spy planted in Qiongling Pavilion by others, she must have some skills. Let's use her first. She can use this name in the future and will no longer use the name of Qiongling Pavilion after entering Ningyuan City."

"Yes, then Qiu Twenty also needs a new identity?" Zhao Ji was not sure about Wen Xiangzhu's thoughts, nor did he dare to guess what Wen Xiangzhu was thinking.

Wen Xiangzhu nodded, and the rest of the things were Zhao Ji's responsibility, so he didn't need to say anything more.

There was still some distance to go before entering Ningyuan City. Thanks to Song Qinghong, Shen Jiayu was invited to sit in the carriage to rest, so he finally didn't have to walk by himself.

Qiu Ershi was not so lucky, he had to travel on his own terms.

Shen Jiayu's condition in the carriage was not so good either. It was the first time in her life to ride in a carriage. The mountain road was not smooth and the journey was very bumpy. Her stomach churned many times, but she endured it.

Song Qinghong has been very concerned about her injuries, and she was still frightened from the danger, so she couldn't calm down for a while. She had to find something to do, which was to stare at Shen Jiayu, fearing that Shen Jiayu would faint from the pain.

Shen Jiayu felt groggy along the way and didn't get enough rest. He just squinted his eyes. The master and servant were really worried, so they started chatting in a low voice.

"After a year, when I returned to Kyoto from Mingcheng, could Brother Wei recognize me at first sight? Luqi, do you think Brother Wei might have... forgotten me?" Song Qinghong sat upright and said softly.

The maid Luqi shook her head and said, "I don't know. The Fifth Prince and Miss have known each other since childhood. They have a bond. I think he will remember. Although Miss has been in Mingcheng for a year, everyone in Kyoto knows you."

Song Qinghong's face was filled with sorrow. She held Supa's hand tighter and said worriedly, "Many things have happened in Yunli Country this year. What my father said in the letter may not be true. Maybe it's just words of comfort. I'm afraid it will make me sad. Anyway, if Brother Wei really has a girl he likes, that's good too. I want to see what kind of girl she is when I go back. She must be the best in the world."

Not everyone can find a good man in this world. If this fate is not mine, then I will wait patiently. I just don’t know what kind of woman can catch Brother Wei’s eye...

Song Qinghong opened the side window of the carriage and glanced at the scenery outside with her beautiful watery eyes. She was eager to return to Kyoto and see the person she was meeting.

The maid Luqi sighed. Her young lady has always been the most gentle and considerate. If it were other noble ladies in Kyoto, they probably wouldn't think so.

The three people in the carriage had different thoughts.

Shen Jiayu closed his eyes and sighed imperceptibly, feeling sorry for Song Qinghong.

In her setting, Song Qinghong is a complete tool person. She has a lot of roles, but her life is really dull. After learning that Qi Binwei likes Chao Yan, she withdrew bitterly and sealed her love. Later, she followed the arrangements of her family elders and lived a life of respect with her husband.

and many more!

My book isn't finished yet, I've just started it. Who cares about the original setting? This book is my home turf!

The setting is a setting, that is, it is assumed that it has been set, the subsequent plot has not yet appeared, and the main line outline remains unchanged. Doesn't this give me room to play?

One of the tasks is to push the plot forward according to the main line of the outline, with an iron-clad protagonist and streamlined supporting roles. As long as the protagonist does not collapse, other supporting roles are there to serve the protagonist. The love-hate relationship between Qi Binwei and Chao Yan is tortuous and bizarre, as long as the ending is happy.

The second task is to find a partner for Wen Xiangzhu. I will find an opportunity to die to save Wen Xiangzhu. Song Qinghong is a good choice. The story of a crazy and vengeful boy falling in love with a gentle little white flower is very interesting!

Why didn't I think of this before? This idea is valid! It can be implemented!

Shen Jiayu had already begun to imagine the subsequent story line. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt as if he was actually there. He couldn't suppress the smile and his eyes slowly opened.

"Miss Shen, you're awake. Come and drink some water." The maid Luqi noticed Shen Jiayu at the first moment, opened the water bag and handed it to Shen Jiayu's mouth.

She was a little thirsty, so she pretended to have just woken up and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"Miss Shen, you're joking. This is what I should do." Luqi smiled slightly. After Shen Jiayu finished drinking and put away the water bag, she developed some good feelings towards Shen Jiayu. She was the first person to say thank you to her.

Naturally, Shen Jiayu would not be so stupid as to tell Luqi that everyone is equal. This is the fictional world she created, but it also has clear distinctions between the superior and the inferior, and cannot be shaken.

"Are you feeling better now?" Song Qinghong asked softly. Seeing that Shen Jiayu seemed to be in better spirits and responded positively, she felt that it was a bit boring to rush on the road, so she continued chatting.

This was exactly what Shen Jiayu had been hoping for. If she could establish a good relationship with Song Qinghong, they would have many opportunities to meet in the future. As time went by, the plot went smoothly, Wen Xiangzhu found her home, and she could die.

After chatting all the way, Song Qinghong and Shen Jiayu became closer. When she learned that Shen Jiayu was going to settle down in Ningyuan City, she said happily: "I will stay in Ningyuan City for a few days. When you have a good rest, come to me and teach me some boxing and kicking skills. You don't have to move. Just teach me how to do it and I will learn it."

She was raised in a secluded place since she was young, and the people she usually interacted with were also women from the same place. But this world is vast and she always has to see more, listen more, and try more.

After this experience, she could no longer be a woman who only knew poetry and books like before. She should learn something else just in case.

Shen Jiayu smiled and said, "Okay, I will give Luqi a message before I go. If I don't go, you don't have to wait for me."

When the two were talking happily, Zhao Ji's voice came from outside the carriage.

"Stop!" Zhao Ji saw that they could enter Ningyuan City in four miles. He called for a stop and drove his horse to the carriage to remind her, "Miss Song, we have reached the edge of Ningyuan City. It is inconvenient for us men to accompany you. Please go into Ningyuan City first."

Song Qinghong was not in a position to come forward again, so the maid Luqi helped Shen Jiayu get off the carriage, bowed and said to Zhao Ji: "My lady would like to thank you all and leave first."