Mrs. Shizi[Comprehensive Martial Arts]

One night before Duanmu Rong came to Hangzhou with her mother, Zhao Youheng ran away from Taiping Prince's Mansion, which was more than three streets away from Duanmu Mansion, unknowingly came to the outside of Duanmu Mansion's wall, and then climbed over the wall and entered her yard.

At that time, Duanmu Rong, who couldn't sleep, simply got up, and was going to find her mother in the next yard, and disturb the two-person world of her parents by the way.

However, just as she was going out, Duanmu Rong found Zhao Youheng squatting in the corner like a homeless stray dog.

Duanmu Rong: "...!!!" When did this guy touch her yard?

The drowsiness left by Duanmu Rong who was frightened disappeared, and she was completely refreshed when the other party looked up, and she simply took the other party into her room——she just sympathized with the other party, not because she found a story to listen to !

As a kind and understanding little white flower, Duanmu Rong held the almond tea on the autumn moon, and by the way gave a cup to Zhao Youheng, who was a little absent-minded.

"If you encounter something sad, you can say it if you want, so that most of your sadness will disappear... because you gave me half of the sadness."

I am happy to share with you.

For sad things, share half of your sorrow with me.

The light from the oil lamp was not bright, but the faint light shone on Duanmu Rong's face, blurring her eyebrows and eyes, but there was an unspeakable tenderness.

Perhaps it was the almond tea in his hand that warmed his body, or perhaps it was Duanmu Rong's patient and gentle appearance that infected him, and he gradually regained his sanity. Although Zhao Youheng still looked embarrassed at this moment, he didn't see that he was always upbeat. The posture of facing Duanmu Rong.He looked at Duanmu Rong and asked seriously, "Really?"

Duanmu Rong nodded, "Speak, I'll listen."

Then, when Zhao Youheng opened his mouth, it was a big show.

"My father, the king, killed my mother and concubine."

She almost didn't kiss the almond tea in her hand. Duanmu Rong, who was so frightened, wanted to control her expression, but accidentally twisted her face, "What? What did you say? Say it again?"

After Duanmurong regained control of her facial nerves, Zhao Youheng's voice rang again.

As she wished, Zhao Youheng repeated it word by word to her, "My father and king killed my mother and concubine."

At that time, having learned the new trick, he was about to show off to his concubine mother, but what he saw when he opened the door was - his father was sitting on the ground, holding a dagger stuck in the concubine mother's chest, while his concubine mother Then he lay in his father's arms, silently.

why?

Why did his father and king want to do something to his mother and concubine?

Unable to believe it, he turned around and ran away, and when he came to his senses, Zhao Youheng had already arrived near Duanmu's house.

Recalling Duanmurong's face that made people want to smile with her when she smiled, Zhao Youheng didn't know what was going on with him, so he subconsciously climbed over the wall and entered Duanmurong's yard, where he was still sitting in front of her , and even told Duanmurong about the "scandalous affairs" of Prince Taiping's mansion.

"Why? Is it because my mother and concubine are from a foreign race? If they are not from my race, their hearts must be different?"

"In that case, why didn't you kill me too?"

Looking at Zhao Youheng, who was in self-doubt, suppressing the surprise brought by Zhao Youheng's mother and concubine being a foreigner, Duan Murong hurriedly comforted her, and raised her reasonable doubts, "Maybe the prince has some difficulties?"

"What kind of difficulties can make him kill the person next to him who is with him day and night?"

Duanmu Rong, who couldn't find an answer, pursed her lips when asked by Zhao Youheng, "Did you really see the prince kill your mother and concubine with your own eyes?"

Zhao Youheng turned cold, and squinted over, "You doubt me?" The hand on the table was clenched suddenly, and Zhao Youheng stared closely at Duanmu Rong who was sitting opposite.

Although Zhao Youheng usually looks like an arrogant and awkward brat, in fact, blood has already been seen on his hands. Zhao Youheng's killing intent.

Excited by the sudden killing intent, Duanmu Rong, who had never felt the killing intent before, didn't know it was killing intent, so she remained calm when facing Zhao Youheng, "I'm just asking, lest you misunderstand Taiping Wang. Are you sure you really saw it with your own eyes?"

"I'm sure."

"Then what are you going to do now?"

Gradually let go of the hand on the table, staring at Duanmu Rong holding the almond tea, Zhao Youheng slowly lowered his eyes, "...I don't know."

On that day, Duan Murong accompanied Zhao Youheng all night.

Listening to Zhao Youheng talking about the interesting stories of getting along with King Taiping when she was a child, she also shared with him the jokes she made when she was a child pretending to be a child. Suddenly, a new day has begun.

After that day, Zhao Youheng returned to his normal appearance.

Within a few days, the Duanmu family got the news that the princess of the Taiping Palace died of a serious illness.

As in-laws of Prince Taiping's mansion, Duanmuqi's family came to express their condolences, and Duanmurong also met Zhao Youheng who no longer always confronts King Taiping.

Zhao Youheng seemed to grow up overnight, but when facing King Taiping, he would only remain silent.

I have seen many times when Zhao Youheng was silent to King Taiping, and looking at Zhao Youhe's eyes that were so calm and almost indifferent when facing King Taiping, Duanmu Rong always remembered that the other party used to be like a homeless stray The look of a dog.

Following her mother to the south of the Yangtze River, and meeting Pei Yuan at Hua's house, who is "a living person without medical treatment", Duan Murong felt that she saw hope.

Thinking of Zhao Youheng in Kyoto, Duanmu Rong felt that if his mother and concubine could be brought back to life, Zhao Youheng might be able to return to his original appearance, at least not as calm as it is now - so peaceful that it makes people feel numb.

With hope, Duan Murong made a request to Pei Yuan, "Then can you go to the capital with me and bring a person back to life?"

Duan Murong's eyes were earnest, and he only wanted to get a positive answer from Pei Yuan.

However, under Duanmu Rong's gaze, Pei Yuan fell silent.

At this moment, Pei Yuan regretted that he just nodded on a whim.

Aware of Pei Yuan's silence, Duanmu Rong, who knew that her hopes were shattered, felt a little disappointed, "So... can't you?"

Looking at Duanmu Rong with reddish eyes, Pei Yuan, who was afraid of making the other party cry, coughed lightly, "It's not impossible." In order to save his reputation of "living people are not treated", Pei Yuan cleared his throat and tried to ask the other party seriously "Patient" case, "Can I know how long 'Patient' has been dead?"

"Not long ago, he was buried a few days ago."

Pei Yuan: "..." Pursing his lips, Pei Yuan coughed lightly again, "I mean, has the 'patient' been dead for more than seven days?"

"...It seems to be." Blinking his eyes, Duanmu Rong said uncertainly.

After receiving Duanmurong's answer, Pei Yuan's heart relaxed, but his expression remained unchanged and he continued, "Then there is nothing I can do."

"I can only save people who are less than seven days old, but those who are more than seven days old... Sorry, I can't compete with Hades."

The more he talked, the more guilty he became, Pei Yuan always felt that his master was standing behind him, ready to hit him on the head with a ruler at all times.While spouting serious nonsense to Duan Murong, Pei Yuan subconsciously looked behind him, and found that behind him was only the lake fluctuating with the night wind, Pei Yuan, who was relieved, accidentally tricked his master.

When he apologized to Duan Murong for his inexperienced medical skills, Pei Yuan nodded his head as a matter of course when faced with Duan Murong's question "Is your master's medical skills better than yours?"

"Naturally, my master's medical skills are the best."

Following the logic given by Pei Yuan, Duanmu Rong asked a very reasonable question, "Since you can't save someone who has been dead for more than seven days, then surely your master can?"

Pei Yuan: "..."

There is no problem with Duanmu Rong's logic at all, but the problem now is - how should he justify what he just said?

I don't know what kind of expression to put on. Pei Yuan, who was expressionless, was silent for a long time. Finally, under Duanmu Rong's hopeful eyes, he lowered his head and sincerely apologized to Duan Murong, who was not as tall as him, "I'm sorry. , out of face, I lied."

"About 'living people are not treated', the real meaning is - don't ask me for small problems." Thinking of the youth and frivolity when he came out to the rivers and lakes, Pei Yuan touched his nose, "It doesn't mean that I can live and die, flesh and bones .” If he could really do it, he would have become a fairy long ago.

To bring the dead back to life, even Pang Ban, whose previous dynasty was shattered and empty, couldn't do it, let alone him.

"Sorry for disappointing you."

Duanmu Rong, who is now seven years old and has no reputation in the Jianghu world, was a little flattered by the apology from the famous people in the Jianghu. She even developed a good impression of him. She felt that people who could simply apologize for their mistakes were very remarkable.

She didn't have much hope for saving Zhao Youheng's mother and concubine, and now she is just disappointed again.

Facing Pei Yuan who felt embarrassed because he lied to the child, Duanmu Rong bent his eyes and patted the head of Pei Yuan who was squatting in front of him, "It's okay, you are already great."

Pei Yuan, who was comforted by a child: "...Are you shooting a dog?"

Duanmu Rong smiled, "How come? Do you think you are a dog?"

Pei Yuan: "..." Nothing to say.

Duanmu Rong smiled back again, his brows and eyes crooked.

"...Forget it." Pei Yuan sighed, and simply returned to the original topic, "So you want to go back to Wanhua Valley with me?"

"Okay."

Holding her face in her hands, Duanmu Rong answered crisply.

Of course, before that——

"Wait for me to see the seventh son of the Hua family."

"Wait for my brother to get married first."

The voices of Duanmu Rong and Pei Yuan overlapped at the same moment.

After the words fell, Duanmu Rong and Pei Yuan looked at each other and smiled.

……

After returning from being a guest at Hua's house, Duan Murong hugged the thigh of her elder brother Duan Muqiong who had been drinking with Hua Ting Lou because he was about to get married, and gave him the answer he had been waiting for for many days.

"Brother, I'm going to the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley to learn from my teacher!"

Duanmu Rong's voice was clear and clear, and his words were neat and clear, but Duanmu Qiong's wine sobered up in an instant.

Duanmuqiong: "...???!!!"

Wait, what happened to the Valley of Thousand Flowers?