The little lady of the Hou's Mansion who traveled through time

Speaking of Shen Huaqing, Shen Yinghan's eyes were full of admiration, followed by worry.

Seeing this, Song Sijun asked, "Are you worried about Uncle?"

Shen Yinghan nodded, "I don't know how uncle is doing now? Usually when I write to him, he always says well, and he doesn't want to say anything else."

Song Sijun comforted: "Uncle also just wants you to concentrate on recuperating from your illness. Even if you know it, no matter whether it is good or bad, you are far away in Horsey City, so you are in a hurry." He raised his hand and patted Shen Yinghan's chest, "Besides, uncle is so smart, there is What can stop him."

"That's right." Shen Yinghan nodded lightly, then got up, and said to Song Sijun, "Let's go back."

Then the two went home together.

At night, Song Gui came back from the academy.

During this day, many people mistook Song Gui for Song Sijun. Song Gui enjoyed everyone's praise and flattery, and was even addicted to it.

He thought, it would be great if he was Song Sijun.

After Song Gui came back, he went to Song Sijun and suggested that he also wanted to study in the academy.

Wanting to learn is a good thing, Song Sijun didn't think much, and readily agreed, saying that he would do it tomorrow.

However, Song Gui is illiterate and does not know a single character, so he cannot go directly to the academy in Horsey City, and has to study from scratch with the children.

After dinner, Shen Yinghan sat there reading a book, Song Sijun made him a cup of special herbal tea, brought it to him and told about Song Gui.

Song Sijun actually felt that Shen Yinghan didn't like Song Gui very much, and was more indifferent to him than to others.Although puzzled, Song Sijun was happy.

After all, my lover is not interested in people who look the same as me, and it shows that Shen Yinghan loves his interesting soul.

After Shen Yinghan learned that Song Gui also wanted to read and write, he said, "It's not a bad thing, read more and see the world."

Song Sijun smiled and said, "You think he's superficial?"

Shen Yinghan didn't answer directly, but just said: "It's not as good as you."

Song Sijun also smiled, "Naturally not as good as me, he and I don't belong to the same era." He picked up the teacup and handed it to Shen Yinghan, "Drink this and go to sleep."

"What kind of tea is this?"

"Moisturize the lungs and soothe the nerves. I specially prepared it for you. I added rock sugar for you, so it's not bitter."

When Shen Yinghan heard this, there was a happy smile in his eyes, he said hello, and lowered his head to drink tea.

Halfway through drinking the tea, Shen Yinghan's hand suddenly trembled, and then the teacup slipped from his hand.

In the silent night, the sound of broken porcelain was very ear-piercing.

Song Sijun looked at him nervously and asked, "What's wrong?"

At this time, Shen Yinghan curled up, clutching the armrest tightly, as if trying to endure the pain.

Sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, and his whole body was shaking.

Seeing this, Song Sijun was terrified, and hurriedly checked the other party's pulse, but couldn't find any problems.

The more he didn't know the reason, the more frightened his heart became. Song Sijun looked helplessly at the painful Shen Yinghan in front of him, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Yinghan took a deep breath, his voice was weakened by the pain, "It hurts...the bones...it hurts..."

"Where does the bone hurt?"

"Legs...hands..."

Song Sijun was helpless, so he turned around and asked his servants to invite Lin Changxu and Hua Yingyue over.On the other hand, he helped Shen Yinghan onto the bed.

But not long after Shen Yinghan lay down, his whole body began to feel hot, and his skin felt like it was being burned by fire.

He lay on the bed, struggling for a long time, and finally Song Sijun couldn't stand it anymore, and directly knocked him out.

After Lin Changxu hurried over, he entered the room and asked, "How is he?"

Song Sijun replied: "Suddenly he said that his limbs hurt, and then he said that his body was on fire." He looked at Lin Changxu, "I can't find out the pathology. Do you know the reason?"

After Lin Changxu heard Song Sijun's reply, he was silent for a long time, and said to Song Sijun, "Shen Yinghan is fine, it is Shen Huaqing who happened."

"What... do you mean?" Song Sijun was puzzled, "Could it be related to Shen Yinghan's resurrection?"

Lin Changxu nodded, glanced at Shen Yinghan who was lying on the bed, then turned around and signaled Song Sijun to go out with him.

When the two arrived in the courtyard, Lin Changxu sighed, "Simply put, it was Shen Huaqing who gave Shen Yinghan his body."

Song Sijun frowned, "Exchanging souls?" But Shen Yinghan was still Shen Yinghan, and Shen Huaqing was still Shen Huaqing.

If Shen Yinghan during this time was Shen Huaqing... Song Sijun felt that he was a bit unwell.

Lin Changxu shook his head and denied, "Shen Yinghan's body is already dead. The reason why he is alive is because he and Shen Huaqing share Shen Huaqing's body."

"But they are obviously two people, two bodies."

Lin Changxu shook his head, raised his hand and said, "This body is not flesh. It's like two cups filled with water. After Shen Yinghan died, the water in his cup disappeared, leaving only an empty cup. Then Shen Huaqing put his The water in the cup was given to Shen Yinghan, so Shen Yinghan came back to life."

Song Sijun felt a little mysterious, "What is the principle?"

Lin Changxu said: "You can understand me as a kind of science that you don't understand."

"I think it's more like a myth."

"In our eyes, your science is not like a myth?"

For a while, Song Sijun really didn't know how to refute.

Lin Changxu continued: "You just need to know that Shen Huaqing exchanged Shen Yinghan's life with his own. As time goes by, all the water in Shen Huaqing's cup will be poured into Shen Yinghan's cup, and Shen Yinghan will become healthier and healthier. It will burn out."

Song Sijun frowned, "You said before that Uncle's health is only getting worse..."

"Can I tell you the truth?" Lin Changxu was also in a dilemma, "If Shen Yinghan knew, do you think he would still be alive?"

Song Sijun lowered his head.

Shen Yinghan really wanted to live, but if the premise was to exchange Shen Huaqing's order, he absolutely refused.

Song Sijun asked: "Then what's the situation now?"

Lin Changxu frowned, "Before the exchange is completed, the body perception of the two is also shared. If Shen Huaqing is seriously injured, Shen Yinghan will also feel pain. The last time Shen Yinghan had a stomachache was because Shen Huaqing was stabbed."

"What about now?" Song Sijun vaguely felt something was wrong.

Lin Changxu raised his head to look at the moon, and replied word by word: "There are more bad luck than good luck."

There was silence around, and after a long time, Song Sijun exhaled helplessly, and asked, "What about Shen Yinghan?"

"If Shen Huaqing dies, the ceremony will be affected, and Shen Yinghan's recovery will be slower in the next six months. But his cup will still be filled with Shen Huaqing's water."

Song Sijun raised his hand to rest his forehead, he was also a little at a loss at this time, he didn't know how to face everything now.

Song Sijun asked, "Why are you telling me this now?"

Lin Changxu said: "Someone must know." He raised his hand and tapped Song Sijun on the head, "From now on, it will be up to you."

After saying this, Lin Changxu turned and left.

Three days later, Shen Yinghan and the others received a letter from Qing Guo: Shen Huaqing was killed in a sea of ​​fire.

For Shen Yinghan, this news was like a bolt from the blue. Although Song Sijun had prepared himself in advance because of Lin Changxu, he still felt uncomfortable after receiving the exact news.

For him, Shen Huaqing is also an elder he trusts, an elder he wants to rely on when he encounters difficulties.

On the day he received the letter, Shen Yinghan fell ill, but he still insisted on going back to Qing Kingdom immediately.

Both of them understood that Shen Huaqing's death was not easy, and returning to Qingguo would be a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. For safety's sake, they entrusted their two children to Lin Changxu.

But when the two went to Fuyilou to look for each other, they found out that the other party was retreating. They just asked someone to hand over a letter to the two of them. Don't open it unless it is absolutely necessary.

In desperation, Song Sijun asked Xiaoming to stay and take care of the two children, and helped with more than a hundred alchemy techniques, and then set off for the capital of Qing Kingdom with Shen Yinghan.

All the way, Shen Yinghan was sick all the way, but he didn't want to delay for a moment.

He just wanted to go back as soon as possible, go back to see Shen Huaqing, and then found out that some of them were lying to him.

After running around for several days, the two finally arrived at Shen's house where they had been away for a year.

Getting off the carriage and seeing the white cloth hanging on the door, the last hope in Shen Yinghan's heart was shattered.

At this time, his body had reached its limit, and before he could stand still, he fainted at the door of Shen's house.

After a year, seeing Shen Yinghan again, the eldest princess was also full of grief and joy, and finally broke down in tears.

The entire Shen family was once again enveloped in mourning.

After Song Sijun gave Shen Yinghan the medicine, he took the time to go to the mourning hall, wanting to see Shen Huaqing for the last time.

However, Shen Huaqing died in the sea of ​​flames, and the originally magnificent person turned into a black and charred corpse at this time.

The more he couldn't see his previous appearance, the more uncomfortable it made Song Sijun.

If such Shen Huaqing was seen by Shen Yinghan, Shen Yinghan's heart would be in pain.

After returning from the mourning hall, he stood by the bed, waiting for Shen Yinghan to wake up.

Shen Yinghan was woken up with a start, and was still calling uncle when he woke up.

He thought Shen Huaqing's death was a nightmare, but when he sat up and saw Shen Yinghan sitting by the bed, and the decorations in the room.

He knew that he had returned to the Shen family in the capital.

And Shen Huaqing's death was not a nightmare.

Shen Yinghan looked at Song Sijun, tried his best to suppress his emotions, and said, "I had a nightmare..."

Seeing Shen Yinghan's painful appearance, Song Sijun felt uncomfortable. He wanted to protect Shen Yinghan and tell him that everything was just a dream.

But evasion is a coward's act, and Shen Huaqing's death must be defended by someone.

This person can only be Shen Yinghan.

Song Sijun shook his head and said, "It's not a dream."

Shen Yinghan covered his face with his hands, and finally lay down on the bed, sobbing silently.

Song Sijun didn't go to comfort him, and let Shen Yinghan vent the grief in his heart.

After today, Shen Yinghan couldn't show any weakness.

Up to now, the only thing to be thankful for is that Shen Yinghan's current body is not bad, and he can still bear it after going through such a thing.

After venting, Shen Yinghan's mood gradually stabilized, but the sadness on his face was still unconcealable. He asked Song Sijun, "Have you gone to see him?"

Song Sijun understood that the other party was asking him if he had seen Shen Huaqing's body.

Song Sijun nodded, "It was burnt to a charred corpse."

"What did they say?"

"The study accidentally caught fire. The servants thought there was no one inside, so they didn't go in to rescue it. After putting out the fire, they found the body."

Shen Yinghan looked at Song Sijun, "Is that corpse really Uncle?" With anticipation in his eyes, he grabbed Song Sijun's hand, "Do you think it is possible that Uncle came to escape from his shell in order to avoid something?"