Ghosts are not evil

Xie Yin stretched out his hand, and Song Ling's warm palm held Xie Yin's cold fingertips, writing stroke by stroke in her palm, and slowly read: "Jiebi Nanshan, Weishiyanyan. It means high mountains and steep rocks. Hehe..."

He was interrupted by Xie Yin in the middle of the conversation. Song Ling looked up and saw that she was extremely shy, so he almost buried his head in his collar and said in a stuttering voice, "You don't need to tell me now, I mean, teach me slowly later. ..."

Shen Qiubai said that she has done a lot of evil and has countless enemies in the Jianghu, but Xie Yin in Song Ling's eyes is shy and not good at words, and you will be flattered if you treat her a little better.

Where does it look like a devil, it's clearly a sheep, Song Ling got up and pushed her forward: "Then let's go for a walk."

Walking out of Lifang, there were people coming and going in the street market. Maybe Song Ling pushed the wheelchair too ostentatiously, attracting the attention of passers-by frequently, but Song Ling didn't seem to notice it, probably because he was used to it.

In the attic of the street restaurant, a pair of eyes watched the dignified and handsome young man and the paralyzed ghost girl, drank the remaining wine in the glass, and smiled: "Interesting."

The peaceful life in Wangyou Valley is exactly what Xie Yin has been pursuing. If the price is her legs and martial arts, then she will be happy with it.

People who came to Guzhong for medical treatment all cast kind eyes on her. Song Ling would stay by her side even when she was busy. The trivial things in life were precious to her.

Until Song Ling rescued another person from under the cliff, how could Xie Yin not recognize such a hideous half face, he really dared to save anyone.

Shen Qiubai always ordered him not to take irrelevant people back to the valley, but Song Ling was completely in the left ear and out in the right ear, and didn't listen to a word.

Xie Yin reckoned that Ghost Mian probably came to this end by trespassing on the Ten Thousand Bamboo Formation in order to enter the Valley of Worry, and it was her own fault. Now that she has lost her martial arts and her legs are inconvenient, if her adoptive father knew about it, he wouldn't have spent all his energy to find it. If she is gone, she will be discarded like a bag.

History repeated itself again, but the person who persuaded Song Ling became Xie Yin: "Song Ling, you save him, there will be endless troubles."

"One can save one." Song Ling held half a copper ghost mask in his hand, which fell from the ghost mask. He had a wound on his face and couldn't wear the mask for the time being. Song Ling turned his head and glanced out the window. Yan's pharmacy: "The medicine is ready, I'll bring it."

When Ghost Mian woke up, Xie Yin was standing by his side, it was really nowhere to be found, it took no effort to get here.

Those women said that the legs are inconvenient, and the girl who often goes out with a handsome young man is actually her. For a whole year and six months, she didn't hear from her at all.

The old door panel creaked, and Song Ling came in with the soup. He was overjoyed to see him wake up. Seeing that Xie Yin had fallen asleep beside the bed, he lowered his voice, "You burned all night last night, and Xie Yin was the one who kept watch in the middle of the night Now, do you feel better now?"

The ghost face could tell at a glance that Song Ling was not from the rivers and lakes, and he was not on the same side as them, so he replied blankly: "Yes."

It was this kind of look, as if a goshawk was staring at its prey. It was exactly the same as Xie Yin's look at him a year and a half ago. It was a look that was used to seeing life and death, and had tasted killing: "Come on, drink up the medicine."

The good medicine was bitter, even though Ghost Mian didn't say anything, he still frowned bitterly.

Xie Yin made Song Ling used to a bad habit. He always likes to eat caramel on weekdays, and one of his teeth was broken. Song Ling didn't let her eat more, and they all received one piece, and only carried two or three on his body. , only give her when taking medicine.

Song Ling took a caramel from the bag hanging on his waist and put it in Ghost Mian's hand: "It won't be so bitter to eat one."

The ghost face stared at the small square of caramel wrapped in oiled paper in his hand, and was stunned. It took a long time before he looked up at Song Ling, and belatedly remembered his half face that had been burnt beyond recognition, and was afraid of frightening him. Averting Song Ling's sight, he carefully opened the small candy wrapper.

Before he could take a look at it, Xie Yin took it and put it in his mouth. Song Ling said with a smile: "Whatever you want to fight with him, you will have to do without."

If it's just a piece of candy, it doesn't matter if you let him. Ghost Face is just like her, a child picked up by her adoptive father. Just like her, she longs to be loved and to love.

Ghost Mian is not as smart as her, and he is not as good at learning martial arts as her. Naturally, his adoptive father values ​​her more, and some things that she is unwilling to do fall into the hands of Ghost Mian.

Xie Yin felt pity for him, and also looked down on him. He didn't want to let him have anything that should belong to her.

Xie Yin turned his head away from looking at the ghost face, with an indifferent expression: "Go back when I wake up, now my martial arts are completely useless, and I can't be of much use."

The ghost face has always been taciturn, and doesn't show much emotion, like a gloomy log cast by mud and sand at the bottom of a river for a long time: "The righteous father is dead."

The adoptive father died, and he was kicked out like a bereaved dog. Apart from Xie Yin, Ghost Mian didn't know who else he could go to.

Xie Yin frowned, feeling that something was wrong. Before her accident, her adoptive father was fine, why did he die suddenly: "How did he die?"

"He died of illness." Ghost Mian didn't know if it was a coincidence, as soon as the news of Xie Yin's disappearance came out, his adoptive father fell ill, and passed away in less than a month.

"Shit, what's wrong with him." The adoptive father whom she called a cripple, except for some inconveniences in his legs and feet, was always in good health, and how did that damned woman know where she was going? The point is so bad that people cut off their beards.

Why didn't she see any of the people who were responding to her? Who leaked her whereabouts and wanted her to die without a place to bury her.

Xie Yin cursed, but tears welled up in his eyes, refusing to fall for a long time.

The adoptive father is dead, who would send Ghost Face to look for her, he must have been kicked out, it is not a good thing: "You are also promising, they kicked you out, and you came out? Killing one counts as one, and it is not Can't beat them."

"If I leave, I can properly bury my adoptive father." Ghost Mian said in a deep voice the bitterness in it.

Xie Yin began to hate herself for having lost all her martial arts and her legs were inconvenient. No way, no way, her adoptive father also raised her so that she would freeze to death in the snow without being born. He took his life, but he couldn't even kill the enemy: "Father, where is he buried?"

Ghost face: "Xiayangpo."

"When you recover from your injury, I'll go see him with you." Xie Yin made a decision in her heart. After all, she and Song Ling were not on the same path. She was full of heart and only wanted to sacrifice her adoptive father with the blood of her enemy.

I thought you could get me out, but in the end, no one can get me out.

During the period of recuperating in the ghost face, Xie Yin seemed to be insane. No matter what, she had to stand up, even if Shen Qiubai said it was just wishful thinking, even if Song Ling tried to persuade her again and again, even if she fell heavily on the flat ground again and again. On the dirt floor, the beautiful dress Song Ling gave her was smashed beyond recognition, and she never gave up.

Ghost Mian just looked at Xie Yin silently from the side. The reason why those people were afraid of Xie Yin was probably because of Xie Yin's temperament of not turning back when he bumped into the south wall.

On the day of leaving Wangyou Valley, Xie Yin changed out of her silk dress, put it back into the short jacket with narrow sleeves, and stroked the pearls, emeralds and jade hairpins on the dressing table one by one.

Song Ling wove a magnificent and gorgeous dream for her, in which she could lightly flick her skirt and smile while holding her hairpin, without worry or hatred.

It's just that now that she has woken up from the dream, what belongs to her is the world of swords, lights and swords. Even if she loses all her martial arts, she will still die and take revenge on the enemy.

Xie Yin handed over the unfinished bamboo flute to Song Ling: "I can't wait until it's finished and I'll give it to you."

"Be careful, and come back when things are done." Song Ling told her like this. This trip was extremely dangerous, but she had to go.

She is obviously just a girl who will be sweet for half the night if she gets a piece of caramel, but she has too many burdens.

Xie Yin didn't answer him, turned around and left, he was about to go far away, suddenly turned his head, and shouted: "Song Ling, I'm leaving." After shouting this sentence with all his strength, Song Ling's eyes seemed to fly away reach.

For a moment, Song Ling almost wanted to catch up with her, telling her not to leave, to stay in Wangyou Valley, and just live an ordinary and simple life with him. I don't know if the mountain wind has sent Song Ling's soft whisper to Xie Yin'er In: "I'll wait for you."

Perhaps this time Xie Yin would really die in the wilderness, and no one would know about it. Thinking of this, Song Ling felt empty in his heart. Maybe he was used to the days when Xie Yin was by his side.

A letter was sent from Beijing, written by Song Wang, in which it was mentioned that the queen was seriously ill and wanted to see him. His aunt was gentle and treated him like her own son when she was young. I can't bear to say something serious about him, and now I'm lingering on the sick bed, and I still miss him.

Song Ling is no longer as domineering as he was when he was a teenager. Looking back at the capital, he felt a little bit embarrassed. He was at fault. If he hadn't had a few extra drinks that day, he insisted on provoking Song Xi. Brother Cong, who can't hold back a fart, presumably doesn't have the thoughtfulness and courage. Is it too late to go back and admit his mistakes now?

Back in Beijing, Song Xi is still the same Song Xi, but she has become estranged from him a lot. The princess concubine gave birth to a little grandson, who is three years old this year. When she sees him, she immediately calls him uncle. I don’t know who taught him. , very affectionate with him.

The queen's condition improved a lot, so she specially sent out all the people, even the crown prince, and left him alone to talk.

Your Majesty's health has gotten worse over the years, and in a few more years, maybe the dragon chair will have to be replaced.

Now His Majesty has nine princes, including five grandsons. The prince has only had one son for many years. Even though he has many female relatives, he rarely stays with him. The queen naturally knows where the prince's illness is.

Song Ling is a heartless kid, so maybe he doesn't take it seriously, the queen intends to remind him: "Jin Ling'er, if Xi'er has anything to do to you in the future, promise Aunt the emperor, don't force him to be too cruel, you guys The two have a childhood friendship. He didn't say anything these years, but Aunt Huang knew that he was thinking of you. You are a good boy, you can afford it and let it go. If Xi'er is half as free and easy as you, you won't be embarrassed You, I'm afraid that if he doesn't let you go, he will delay your life."

The Queen's earnest words made Song Ling feel very uncomfortable: "Aunt Huang...I..."

"Go and talk to Xi'er, you don't have to accompany me." Even though you are the empress of the country, she is also a mother, so how can she be willing to let her child give up her beloved.

The prince is too kind, has no ambitions, and has a somewhat withdrawn temperament. It was not until Song Ling left the capital that he changed his mind. , When will he ascend the throne, now it seems that it is only a matter of time.

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