Old Nine Gates and Jun Changsheng

When Song Xijun woke up, it was already dark, and she rubbed her sleepy head and weak legs with her uninjured hands.Suddenly, she looked at the ointment on the case in a daze: "Who sent the ointment?"

He got up, walked to the case, picked up the ointment, and stared at it for a long time before realizing that it was given by Jieyou.This head~ Song Xijun shook his head and sighed.She put on her shoes and went down.

"Miss Song." The housekeeper called Uncle Wang, "The meal is ready, do you want to eat?"

"The Lord Buddha is still awake?" Song Xijun asked.

"No, still in a coma." Uncle Wang replied.Song Xijun sighed: "Uncle Wang, please ask someone to bring the food to the Buddha's room. I'll go and see the Buddha."

"Okay." Uncle Wang smiled wickedly.Alas, it seems that this future wife should not be underestimated, Buddha needs such a calm and calm wife.I don't know when Buddha will bring this wife-to-be home.He has observed Song Xijun for a long time. Although he is not as lively and cute as five years ago, he looks cold on the surface, including to others, but in fact he is very soft on the inside, and he often cares about others unintentionally. This may even affect her. I didn't realize it myself.

Song Xijun didn't think so much, she walked into Zhang Qishan's room, and found Adjutant Zhang was there, seeing Song Xijun coming, Adjutant Zhang stood up and saluted, "Mr. Song."

"Well, how is Master Buddha?" Song Xijun asked lightly, but his gaze was fixed on Zhang Qishan.

"Buddha doesn't show any signs of waking up, and he's probably going to be in a coma for a long time." Adjutant Zhang said, "There are still many things that need to be dealt with urgently in Changsha, so please ask Chief Song to act as your agent."

"Okay." Song Xijun agreed without thinking.Although she is not particularly good at these military and political matters, as a spy, she must know a little bit about everything, and she can take this opportunity to learn about Changsha's military and political context, so she agreed.

"Miss Song, the food is here." Uncle Wang walked in and said.Adjutant Zhang looked at the three of them, and saluted: "Mr. Song, I'm stepping back." After finishing speaking, Uncle Wang followed suit, and for a while, only Song Xijun and Zhang Qishan were left in the room.

Song Xijun twisted up a veil, put it on Zhang Qishan's forehead, picked up the cold porridge, fed it into Zhang Qishan's mouth little by little, and said slowly: "Zhang Qishan, it's actually the first time I've seen you. When I saw you, I was very curious about who you are. I heard they said that you are from the Northeast, so why did you come to Changsha? I have been to the Northeast in the past five years, and I am even more curious about your identity... ..."

Zhang Qishan was in a daze, as if someone was talking in his ear, the voice was a little familiar, he moved his eyelids slightly, and felt that someone was feeding something in his mouth, Zhang Qishan swallowed it instinctively, Song Xijun saw this The scene, quickly shut up.

Zhang Qishan slowly opened his eyes, Song Xijun put down the porridge bowl, wiped the rice juice from the corner of Zhang Qishan's mouth with a handkerchief: "Are you awake?"

"Your injury..." Zhang Qishan's voice was still weak, and he could only slightly open his eyes and look at Song Xijun.Song Xijun put down the veil: "I'm fine, you need to heal your own injury before we talk about it."

"It's fine, it's fine..." As he spoke, Zhang Qishan's voice weakened again.Song Xijun looked at it, a little speechless, just woke up, and passed out again, probably unconscious just now.

In this situation, he still cared about her injury, and a part of Song Xijun's heart suddenly softened. For a long, long time, no one cared about her like this, not even Dai Jieyou.

Song Xijun looked at Zhang Qishan's pale and handsome face, slightly lost in thought.She seemed to have never looked at him seriously.

Five years ago, Er Yuehong was the only thing in her heart.

Five years later, she didn't have any extra thoughts to pay attention to other people's appearance.

But it's ridiculous to say, now that Song Xijun wants to think of Er Yuehong's appearance, Song Xijun really can't figure it out.

However, Zhang Qishan, who are you?

Song Xijun thought that he couldn't remember what happened before he was ten years old. He only knew that his memory seemed to know Er Yuehong from the very beginning, for a whole ten years.

She has also been trying to restore that memory, but she has tried many methods, but nothing works.