Song Ci said, "I apologize for him, and I blame you for always threatening him before. Today, he finally found a chance to retaliate. It's only strange if he can hold it back."

"Han Zhan is about to collapse at the moment. Song Fei, you see that he is still injured, can you give me the antidote?"

With so many Chinese medicine experts in the Mo family, Song Ci can find a doctor at random and he can cure Han Zhan. But instead of looking for a doctor, she came to Song Fei for an antidote. The main thing was to save Song Fei's face and let Song Fei calm down.

Song Fei also understood what Song Ci meant, but she was not reconciled to want her to bypass Han Zhan easily.

She still felt the smell of houttuynia in her throat, which was strangely uncomfortable.

Song Fei rolled his eyes and got a bad idea. "The cure is okay, but now you have to stand in front of me and say three times that Han Zhan is a **** in front of me, and I will give you the cure."

Song Ci frowned upon hearing this rude request, "Don't go too far."

Song Fei: "Then there is no cure"

Song Ci could only regress, "I'll ask!"

Song Ci hurried back to the room, and reluctantly said Song Fei's rude request to Han Zhan. "Han Zhan, Song Fei refused to give the antidote, saying yes..."

Han Zhan: "What does she want you to do?"

Song Ci hesitated and said: "She wants me to stand in the corridor and say three times... three times..." Staring at Han Zhan's weak gaze, Song Ci said with little confidence: "Han Cham is a bitch."

Han Zhan almost rolled his eyes and passed out, but he couldn't faint.

Han Zhan's stomach began to feel uncomfortable again, and he ran to the toilet weakly. After squatting for a few minutes, Han Zhan's face became weaker when he came out again.

"Song Ci, you promise her." Han Zhan confessed his fate, and he never dared to bully Song Fei again.

Song Ci: "..."

After a while, Song Ci's voice rang in the corridor.

"Han Zhan is a bitch."

"Han Zhan is a bitch."

"Han Zhan is a bitch..."

Han Zhan squatted in the toilet, listening blankly, and remembered Song Fei fiercely.

Han Zhan's stomach feels better after drinking the medicine.

Song Ci poured some salt water for Han Zhan, fed it to him, and went to borrow a pot from Friday and boiled a pot of porridge.

Song Ci was cooking downstairs. She stood in front of the kitchen and asked her on Friday, "Did you call your husband a **** upstairs?"

Song Ci naturally wanted to protect Han Zhan's face. She shook her head and said, "No, nothing, Uncle Zhou, you got it wrong."

"Why..." walked to Song Ci on Friday, stared at the bubbling rice porridge in the pot, and asked Song Ci: "You quarreled?"

Song Ci had to tell Friday about what happened at the dinner table. As soon as he heard it on Friday, he immediately rubbed his hands and said, "Is there any virus medicine for Song Fei? Give me some if I have it. I will keep it. Whoever dares to offend me when I look back, I will give him medicine!"

Song Ci launched the kitchen on Friday, "No no! Don't even think about it!"

Han Zhan's voice suddenly came in, "What are you doing?" Han Zhan's eyes were like ice cones, and it hurt everywhere on Friday.

Song Ci looked up in surprise and saw Han Zhan standing on the last step with the stair railing, staring at her and Friday.

Song Ci said, "What are you doing down here! If you feel unwell, lie down for a while!"

Han Zhan walked over slowly, seeing Song Ci's hands still on Friday's shoulders, keeping the action of pushing Friday.

He took Song Ci's hand off and educate her warmly: "Your hand is stained with vegetable scraps. It is impolite to push others like this."

Han Zhan took Song Ci by the hand and said to Friday: "Song Ci is ignorant and it has delayed your old man's rest time, uncle, go to bed."

It's not very old Friday, and I feel a little sore when I hear this. He whispered: "I'm only fifty-two years old, young."

Han Zhan didn't speak, but just stared at Friday with a gentle expression.

On Friday, a village doctor, where did he see someone with a strong aura like Han Zhan? He glanced at Song Ci in a playful way, and said with a smile: "That's OK, my old man will go to bed, Song girl, remember to wash the pot after the porridge is cooked."

"Good Uncle Zhou."

Seeing that she went upstairs to bed on Friday, Han Zhan took Song Ci into the kitchen and put her hand under the water hose to rinse.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's profile amusedly, and said, "My grandson is about to be born, and you will be divided into objects when you are jealous."

Han Zhan: "You are so good-looking, from a bad old man in his sixties to Long Gao Gao in his teens. There are many people who miss you."

His wife is too beautiful and he has too many rivals, so he must be guarded at all times. "I'm not guarding, what should you do if you run away?"

Thinking of the cruel words Song Ci said before the mission, Han Zhan said sourly: "Young wolf dogs are good as little ones, and old wolf dogs are as good as old ones. If I don’t pay attention, you will run to other wolves. Going into his arms, I really became a lone wolf."

The lone wolf in the northwest is about to become a single lone wolf.

Song Ci was amused by Han Zhan, "Why are you so boring?"

Han Zhan asked her: "Then you like Mingsao?"

Song Ci stopped the topic and didn't want to continue to talk about this boring content with Song Ci. "I came down just to see what you were doing."

Han Zhan hugged Song Ci's waist from behind and said, "It's been a long time since I saw you. I always miss you when you are not in my sight."

"Where can I learn the local love story?" Song Ci was embarrassed.

Han Zhan chuckled, "You don't need to learn, what I said is true." The love story is a bit dirty, but the thought of missing Song Ci is true.

When Song Ci made the porridge, he made a little appetizer for Han Zhan by the way. These were all the ingredients that he would bring from the kitchen on Friday morning.

When Song Ci was cooking, Han Zhan kept holding her, greasy and crooked.

Han Zhan felt better after eating some porridge.

After the exam, the dormitory building was basically vacant. Currently, only the Song Ci sisters and Friday live, and now there is an extra Han Zhan.

After dinner, Song Ci locked the door of the dormitory and returned to the room with Han Zhan.

Han Zhan was still weak, so he lay on the bed and stroked his stomach. The stomach after drinking porridge was warm. Touching, Han Zhan suddenly thought of what happened this afternoon.

He was a little lost.

Song Ci washed clean and lay down beside him. Seeing Han Zhan in a daze, Song Ci asked him, "Brother Han, what do you think?"

Han Zhan did not agree.

Song Ci poked Han Zhan's face with his finger, "Han Zhan, I'm back!"

Han Zhan finally recovered.

He squeezed Song Ci's naughty hand and heard Song Ci ask him: "What did you do today?"

"Patriarch Mo took me around, showed me the medicine field, and asked me if I had plans to start a pharmaceutical company. If so, he probably wanted to sell me a few prescriptions."

I want to sell prescriptions for money. Is this Mo family short of money?

Song Ci guessed what Han Zhan was thinking. She said: "Since the influx of Western medicine into the country, Chinese medicine is indeed not as profitable as in ancient times. The Mo family is not really noble, they are also chasing fame and fortune. They recognize the situation. It’s normal to want to make money."

"Ok."

"By the way, he also took me to the Shensi Tower and told me how and how powerful their ancestor Mo is, and how and how good their status is in the Chinese medicine community..."

Han Zhan snorted coldly, "It's really amazing, a peerless scum man." The scum is better than Chen Shimei.

After thinking about it, Han Zhan said again, "I saw the Sun-Zhan Arrow today." When I arrived at the Mo Clan yesterday, it was almost dark. When Han Zhan passed by the Shensi Building, he did not pay attention to the Sun-Zhan Arrow.

Han Zhan always felt a little uncomfortable after seeing the Arrow of the Sun today. He said: "That bow and arrow is a bit evil. I touched it today, and I felt very uncomfortable. Now when I think of that bow and arrow, my heart aches."

Song Ci seriously thought about it, and hesitated: "Perhaps, you feel the resentment of Sunzhan."

"Perhaps."

Han Zhan didn't think about it anymore and fell asleep holding Song Ci. The next day, Song Ci continued to go to the pharmacy, Song Fei pretended to appreciate the scenery, by the way, arranged monitors in various hidden corners.

As for Han Zhan, he was always restless, and when Song Ci was gone, he came to Shensi Tower alone again. When he got there, he unexpectedly saw Friday somewhere.

Take the initiative to greet Han Zhan on Friday, "Mr. Han, what a coincidence."

Han Zhan walked slowly towards Friday, and found that Friday was also looking at the arrow, Han Zhan walked towards Friday, "How does Mr. Friday think about this bow and arrow?"

Said Friday: "It is the most loyal weapon in the world."

From Song Ci’s description, Han Zhan already knew that Friday’s ancestor and Mo Patriarch knew each other. Han Zhan asked Friday: "Mr. Zhou, what kind of person is this Nangongxian?"

Friday: "The ancestors six hundred years ago, where do I know?"

Shrugged Friday, walked to the stage, and squatted under the sun arrow.

He stared at the three words Nangongxian for a moment, and then said, "This Nangongxian is really a strange woman. She was born very petite, and many people at that time asserted that Nangongxian was not big. The old man is a military officer. He doesn't believe in the words of the fortune teller. Whenever he has time, he accompanies his daughter to practice martial arts, hoping to give her a healthy and powerful body."

"Under the good intentions of Mr. Nangong, General Nangongxian has really grown up and is still very strong. Because he has studied martial arts with his father since childhood, and studied military books, General Nangongxian is very eager to gallop on the battlefield and go to battle to kill the enemy and protect his family. country."

"It is said that General Nangong Xian always dressed up as a man. At that time, many people didn't know that the tomboy next to Mr. Nangong was a daughter."

"When General Nangongxian was fourteen years old, the new prince moved into the East Palace, and the court proceeded to select concubines for the prince. That year, all unmarried girls who were fourteen years old had to participate in the draft."

"It is said that although the Nangongxian General was dressed up as a man, he was very beautiful. The prince at that time had a crush on Nangongxian. But this Nangongxian didn't like the prince. She was not willing to be locked up in the East Palace. A canary, rejected His Royal Highness."

"At that time, the world belonged to the emperor, and all the beauties belonged to the emperor. Nangongxian dared to reject the prince, but that would be a shame. But the prince was the master. After learning about Nangongxian's ambition, he A fight with Nangongxian. In the end, Nangongxian won, and the prince let go and let Nangongxian leave the East Palace and go to the battlefield."

"General Nangongxian went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen, and died young at the age of twenty-five. She smashed the battlefield for ten years, and no city was lost in the border. At that time, Nangongxian was the **** of war! The Luo Dynasty with her was stable. ."

On Friday, he turned his head and smiled at Han Zhan. He said, "These are the contents recorded in the history books, and they are true." On Friday, pointing to the bow and arrow on his head, he told Han Zhan: "It is said that this arrow was sent by the Prince. A weapon for Nangongxian."

Han Zhan listened very attentively, and found that he did not speak on Friday. Han Zhan couldn't help asking, "Is that all?"

"I only know this. After six hundred years, whether it is the **** of war Nangongxian, the medical sage Moriansheng, or the sage Dugujie, it is just a smear of loess underground..."

It's sad to say.

Six hundred years ago, Nangongxian, Dugujie, and Mo Liansheng, all three of them were the rulers of that era. But no matter how powerful a person is, there is only a scratch of loess left after death.

He stood up and patted his **** on Friday, and asked Han Zhan, "Mr. Han is very interested in Sun Arrow? Does he want to move home and collect it?"

Han Zhan smiled and said: "Where can it be? This is the treasure of the Mo family. Even if I have ten thousand wealth, I can't take it home."

Friday said with a smile: "We can't take it home either."

Hearing this, Han Zhan felt strange, "What do you mean?"

Pointing to the Sun Arrow on Friday, he said: "This Sun Arrow is simply no one can handle it. After Nangong Immortal died, Sun Arrow blocked his spiritual sense."

"No one in the Mo family was able to handle this bow and arrow, so they had to bring the shelf with the bow and arrow over."

Han Zhan said: "How is it possible? It only has a bow and arrow, but where can it be heavy?"

"Don't believe me." Seeing Han Zhan's unbelief on Friday, he rolled up his sleeves on his arms, then squatted, holding the arrows of the Sun with both hands, and then lifted vigorously.

The arrow does not move at all!

I tried a few more times around, but still no success.

He suffocated his strength until he blushed.

I stood up on Friday, shook my numb hand, and said, "It's really heavy."

Han Zhan looked at Friday as if he were not acting, so he was a little skeptical.

Is this bow and arrow really that heavy? He said: "Come on, I will try."

Friday: "You try, you try, you will look good in the future, and the Sun Arrow will be different to you?"

Han Zhan disliked his suit jacket getting in the way, so he took off his jacket and handed it to Friday, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, to help me get my clothes off."

On Friday, I was holding Han Zhan's suit jacket to watch Han Zhan get embarrassed.

With Friday's attempt ahead, Han Zhan also squatted down, riveted enough, holding the Sun-Zhan Arrow with both hands, and lifted it forcefully!

Snapped--

Han Zhan suddenly fell back and fell on the high platform!

When he fell, he actually held up the sun arrow with both hands!

At the moment on Friday, he could no longer laugh at how embarrassed Han Zhan looked. He looked at the arrow in Han Zhan's hand in surprise.

The Sun Arrow that could not shake a single cent after he tried his best, but at this moment was easily pinched in the palm of his hand by Han Zhan, as if he didn't have much weight!

Han Zhan stood up. He cushioned the bow and arrow in his hand and said, "It must be 140 pounds." A soldier who can pull a 120-pound bow and arrow is considered a good soldier.

And the soldier who can pull the 140-pound bow and arrow is a big boss who is qualified to accompany the emperor on the hunt. Han Zhan was so strong that he felt a little heavy while holding this bow. "It's quite heavy, but it's not too much to hold."

He naively thought that the bow and arrow were heavy, and tried his best, and ended up falling back.

He didn't speak on Friday, but looked at Han Zhan with weird eyes, his fingers trembling slightly. "You..." Seeing Han Zhan put the Sun-Zhan Arrow back to its original position on Friday, he took a shallow breath before saying, "I am weak."

Han Zhan patted Friday on the shoulder and said, "People are old, they are all like this." He was different when he was in his prime.

He didn’t know what he was thinking on Friday. He was teased by Han Zhan so he didn’t get angry, he just said “I haven’t finished planting my herbs.

On Friday, he walked quickly towards the cable car parking area behind Shensi Building and under the eaves of Shensi Building. He couldn't help but look back at Han Zhan.

There is a saying that I didn't tell Han Zhan on Friday. It is said that after the arrow closes the spiritual sense, the owner cannot shake it.

Zhirijian has only two masters in this life, and its God is the Taiping Emperor Dugujie during the Luo Dynasty!

Dugujie gifted Zhirijian to the Queen of Nangong, who had accompanied Nangongxian during the Northern Wars for many years before he recognized her as the master.

Of course, these are just legends. After all, whether the Sunzhan Arrow has spiritual consciousness is a mysterious matter in itself. Shaking his head on Friday, he secretly said that he was thinking about it.

Possibly, he and the Mo family were weak in manpower, so they couldn't move the more than 100 catties of the Sun Arrow.

I went to the medicine field to grow medicine on Friday, and I met Song Fei on the way.

Stopped the other party on Friday, "Song..." Noting that Mo Fengying was standing not far behind Song Fei, she hurriedly changed her words on Friday and said, "Song Ci girl, what are you going to do?"

Song Fei was holding a pot of cherries, which Han Zhan brought over. She said: "I will send some cherries to Mrs. Mo."

Quickly walked over on Friday, grabbed a handful of cherries from the basin, and went guilty.

Song Fei didn't care about Friday. She walked to Mo Fengying with a fruit plate and asked her, "Where is your mother?"

Mo Fengying said: "Mother is not feeling well, she is resting."

"What's wrong with Madam Mo?"

Mo Fengying shook her head, "Said it was dizzy."

Song Fei had long put the virus antidote reagent in Madam Mo’s daily tea. Obviously, Madam Mo’s headache had nothing to do with the virus.

"Can I go and see her?" Song Fei imitated Song Ci's smile, and said to Mo Fengying: "This cherry was brought by Han Zhan. You have to eat it as soon as possible. If you put it back, it will be broken."

Cherries are rare this season, so they are a rare thing. Mo Fengying looked back at her mother's bedroom upstairs, thought for a while, and said, "I'll call my mother and ask."

Mo Fengying called her mother in front of Song Fei. After receiving a positive answer from Mo Fengying, Mo Fengying took Song Fei to Madam Mo's bedroom.

Madam Mo was lying on the bed, unconscious, her face pale, she was indeed sick.

Seeing Song Fei coming, Mrs. Mo slowly sat up and leaned on the bed to talk to Song Fei.

"It's not easy to get such fresh cherries this season." Madam Mo tasted a few cherries and noticed that Mo Fengying was still guarding in the room. She grabbed a handful of cherries and gave Mo Fengying, "Fengying , I’ll talk to Song Ci. Don’t you want to study with your grandpa this afternoon, then go quickly and don’t delay business."

Mo Fengying saw that Mrs. Mo's spirit was better, and then turned and left with the cherry.

Song Fei stood by the window and looked downstairs. She saw Mo Fengying riding a bicycle to Mo Zhang Kuang's house. Then she turned to look at Madam Mo.

Mo Yang put down the cherry in his hand, his face full of sadness.

"Mrs. Mo, you look very unhappy, do you have something in your heart?" Song Fei actually knew exactly what was bothering Mo Yang.

Mrs. Mo fumbled out a picture from under her pillow.

Song Fei glanced at the photo in her hand and saw a handsome young man.

Mrs. Mo murmured, "This is my eldest son..."

Song Fei nodded.

Madam Mo said sadly: "I was forcibly taken back to the Mo clan by Mo Suixin when I was in confinement. I don't even know what the child looks like..." She stroked the cold plastic through the layer of plastic. She looked forward to seeing the child's face in the photo.

"Look, is he handsome?" Mo Yang handed the photo to Song Fei.

Song Fei took the photo and took a closer look. The photo shows a young man in a denim shirt with a slender figure and a bright and handsome appearance. He is a schoolboy.

"It's not bad." Song Fei returned the photo to Mo Yang, and she asked: "How old is this child?"

Mo Yang wiped bitter tears before saying: "I was 22 years old, I heard that he is very talented in painting, and he held art exhibitions at a young age..."

"I really want to see him." Mo Yang is a painting lover himself, knowing that his eldest son likes painting as much as himself, Mo Yang misses his elder son even more.

Song Fei knew that Mo Yang couldn't go out of the Mo clan, and Mo would love her as he pleased, but would not let her out of the clan.

He wants to raise Mo Yang in captivity, just as his own canary.

Song Fei deliberately irritated Mo Yang: "You can go out and see him. It has been so many years, and Patriarch Mo shouldn't be so pretentious."

Song Fei's words made Mo Yang see hope. "really?"

Song Fei: "If you don't try, how do you know?"

Mo Yang nodded, "You're right, I should talk to him." These years, she has been obediently staying with the Mo clan. She has been obedient for 20 years. If you want to see her son, she should , Not too much?