mtlumby2d Chapter 178 "Ling Siye...believes in rebirth?"
Chapter 178 "Ling Siye...believes in rebirth?"
She followed the marks left by Chu Hanxiao and walked to the outskirts of Beijing.
Heavy rain washed away.
The tag is broken!
She dismounted hastily.
He searched tree by tree.
Still can’t find it…
Thunder and lightning.
Just like the roar and struggle in her heart.
Full of doubts.
that person……
Is he the master?
If it were him...
Why was he hiding from her?
Could it be that the master was also reborn?
Why don't you recognize her?
If not for him!
Who else could have secretly developed a cure for the epidemic, only to give the credit away?
"What's going on? Master... where are you..."
Xie Qinghuan squatted under the tree and buried his head in his arms.
The shoulders trembled slightly.
Let the rain hit my raincoat without hiding or avoiding it.
Suddenly...
The raindrops hitting the bamboo hat stopped.
But the heavy rain was still falling all around.
She looked up in confusion.
Then he saw a person standing in front of him.
The black boots were stained with mud and the green robe was slightly wet.
His left hand hangs by his side, with distinct joints, white and slender.
As if he noticed her staring at him, he slowly turned his back.
And his right hand always held an oil-paper umbrella for her.
Let her slender figure be completely exposed in the rain.
She must also be completely covered under the umbrella.
Xie Qinghuan's heart was pounding.
She wanted to see his face.
Want to know…
Is he the itinerant doctor that the third brother mentioned?
Is it hers, Master...
Look up.
Tilting her head to avoid the oil-paper umbrella, she finally saw...
"Ling Siye? Why is it you..."
There was surprise and deep disappointment in his tone.
Ling Zizhong turned his head away and stopped looking at her.
A clear voice spoke calmly.
"In front is my residence... Why are you here alone, Miss Xie?"
Hearing this, Xie Qinghuan lowered his head.
Cross your arms.
He murmured in a low voice with a sense of loss:
"I'm looking for my master..."
Like a kitten abandoned in the rain.
Her brows drooped.
Her wet eyelashes fluttered gently, her eye frames were slightly red, and the corners of her mouth were lowered.
Xuan Ran wanted to cry.
The wet hair stuck to the fair little face, making her look even more pitiful.
To be cherished.
Seeing this, Ling Zizhong's eyes flickered.
He tilted the umbrella in his hand towards her head again.
Eyes wandering.
"Your master?"
"Um……"
Xie Qinghuan raised her misty eyes, with a flickering light in them.
"Have you ever met Ling Siye, the master who taught me medicine?"
Ling Zizhong was repelled by the hope in her eyes.
Dodge and avoid sight.
The voice also lowered a few notes.
"Never."
Xie Qinghuan looked at his guilty conscience.
He frowned, guessing...
I saw his cold face wet by the rain again.
His hair was soaked, but he still held an umbrella for her.
She felt a little guilty.
He stood up holding onto the tree trunk.
"Since Ling Siye has never seen it, then forget it."
Ling Zizhong saw her turn around.
I couldn't help but cough lightly.
"It's raining so hard and my humble house is nearby. Why don't we take shelter there?"
Xie Qinghuan's fingertips that were holding onto the tree paused slightly.
After thinking for a moment, he looked back and agreed.
"Then... excuse me for bothering you."
"No problem."
Seeing her smile again.
Ling Zizhong also breathed a sigh of relief.
Walk in front of her and hold an umbrella for her.
Looking for something to say.
"You... have something to ask Master?"
Xie Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at him.
I saw that his face looked normal and he didn't look away.
I couldn't detect anything unusual.
But I just feel...
Something is not quite right.
If it were anyone else, they would first ask:
Who is your master?
What are the characteristics?
Why would you look for him on a rainy night?
But why would he ask directly what he wanted to see the master for?
She was suspicious, but didn't say much.
Just answer:
"My master doesn't want me anymore. I want to find him and ask him why!"
what?
Ling Zizhong looked back in surprise.
"I don't want you anymore? Why do you say that?"
Xie Qinghuan snorted.
Kicking the stones on the road.
"You never see me, and when we meet you pretend not to know me... If it's not that you don't want me anymore, what is that?"
Uh……
Eh……
Ling Zizhong turned his head.
“Maybe he has his reasons.”
"Why can't you recognize me? I just want to find him and ask him why..."
Xie Qinghuan lowered his eyebrows.
Lost in thought.
Ling Zizhong glanced at her secretly and tried to comfort her.
"But since you have already learned it, what difference does it make whether you have a master or not?"
"It's different... Master is very important to me."
Her expression was extremely serious.
The tone was also firm.
"Once a teacher, always a father. No matter what, I must find him!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Zizhong tightened his grip on the umbrella handle.
No more words.
The two of them crossed the dirt path and entered a small courtyard surrounded by bamboo trees.
Ok……
Although simple, it is elegant.
Xie Qinghuan looked around.
There was no trace of the woman anywhere.
She couldn't help but ask:
"Ling Siye is not married yet?"
"It's troublesome to get married."
Ling Zizhong put away his umbrella and answered habitually.
But it made Xie Qinghuan stunned.
past life...
That little old guy said the same thing!
She asked him why he had remained single all his life.
He also said, "Women are troublesome"...
Is it a coincidence?
She blinked.
Hiding the growing doubts in his heart.
Sit down at the table.
Ling Zizhong poured her a cup of hot tea and found some clothes for her.
Superfluous explanation:
"My distant cousin comes to stay for a few days occasionally, and this dress is for her...new."
Xie Qinghuan stroked the soft material.
I went to the inner room to change and looked at myself in the bronze mirror in amazement.
His "distant cousin" is so similar to her in figure?
The size is exactly right!
Dress neatly.
She returned to the main room and sat down at the table.
Holding the hot tea, she asked Ling Zizhong who handed her the handkerchief:
"Ling Siye... do you believe in rebirth?"
Ling Zizhong wiped his long hair methodically.
Without even raising his head, he said firmly:
"Do not believe."
Xie Qinghuan paused.
He raised his eyes and looked at the person who was always cold and aloof.
Thoughts surged in my mind.
She really hopes that Ling Zizhong is her master!
But the person in front of me is different from the old man in my previous life...
The difference in personalities is too great.
My master in my previous life was full of nonsense.
When encountering danger, run faster than anyone else!
Ling Siye, however, is naturally aloof, reserved and self-respecting.
In the past, in the Imperial College, when she was troubled by Chu Jiarou, he would stand up for her.
He remained calm and composed in the face of power, and was not afraid at all.
and so……
It's really just a coincidence...
Ling Zizhong protected her because of his brother.
What about the master?
Stinky old man...
Where did it go?
He sent me a prescription for the disease, but refused to show up...
Stinky old man, what's your reason for avoiding her like this?
She looked at the tea foam in the cup, feeling depressed.
"Wipe your hair."
Ling Zizhong's clear and bright voice brought her back to her senses.
She nodded, picked up the handkerchief, and wiped her hair with her head tilted.
"pastry."
Ling Zizhong placed the cakes in front of her again.
The types and styles are all her favorites.
Xie Qinghuan didn't dare to think about it any more.
Wait until the rain outside the window gradually subsides.
She stood up and bowed obediently.
"The rain has stopped. Thank you Ling Siye for taking me in. I'm going back to the palace now."
Ling Zizhong stood up to see him off.
Looking at the dark night, he frowned.
"I send you?"
"No need."
Chu Hanxiao's voice sounded outside the door.
He has been waiting for a long time.
He took Xie Qinghuan's hand and said goodbye to Ling Zizhong.
"Thank you for bothering me."
"You are too polite, Your Highness."
The imperial decree was issued last night.
Ling Zizhong called Chu Hanxiao the Third Prince, and the two did not think much about it.
Out of the courtyard gate.
Chu Hanxiao just spoke in a low voice.
"I followed him to the outskirts of Beijing but lost him. Was it him?"
Xie Qinghuan shook his head.
"Help me find my third brother and ask Qianyin Pavilion to check if Ling Siye knows how to be a doctor."
"Ah."