People always think I'm a broken sleeve

Huai'an County, Shifu, in the study.

There was silence in the room, as quiet as if breathing could be heard clearly.

Su Bian stood on the spot expressionlessly, and looked at Long Jingying quietly, with a calm attitude.

What Long Jingying said just now did make him panic for a while, but he quickly calmed down again.

Long Jingying asked who he was, who was referring to this...and what?

Are you referring to him, or Zhuang Duxin?

It is impossible for Long Jingying to know him. To him, Long Jingying is just a character set by his sister with a clear mind.

As for Zhuang Duxin...he really doesn't know much about it.

Zhuang Duxin might not know Long Jingying for sure. When he came to this world, he didn't have the memory of Zhuang Duxin, so he is not sure.

But if Zhuang Duxin really knew Long Jingying, he shouldn't have fallen in love with other male favorites...

Therefore, Su Bian really didn't understand what Long Jingying meant.

Now, Long Jingying, who always didn't like to be in contact with others, firmly held Su Bian's hand. Su Bian moved his fingers, trying to break free, but instead of letting go, he held on even tighter.

Long Jingying's fingers were cold, just like his whole body, without any temperature.

Su Bian failed to break free, so he gave up.

During the few days in Shifu, Long Jingying kept looking at him with deep eyes as if looking at someone through him. From those two days, Su Bian almost expected that this moment would come.

The moment is coming.

It's just that Su Bian didn't expect Long Jingying's attitude to be so... fierce.

Su Bian always thought that Long Jingying didn't have the so-called seven emotions and six desires.

Su Bian was slightly surprised in his heart, but his face remained calm.

Su Bian opened his lips lightly: "Master Qiantui, can you explain in more detail, I really don't quite understand what you mean."

Long Jingying stared quietly at Su Bian for a while, then slowly let go of her hand.

Long Jingying spread out the folder that Su Bian had thrown aside just now, and her fair and slender fingers moved to the black ink characters on the white paper.

Long Jingying said indifferently: "These words...how can Mr. Zhuang explain it?"

Su Bian looked down at Long Jingying's finger, and then slowly raised his eyes.

Obviously, Long Jingying had seen this kind of simplified characters before.

... Is it possible that there are other people in this world who can write this kind of simplified Chinese characters in the 21st century?

Su Bian frowned, feeling suspicious.

Su Bian replied in a deep voice: "It's just the characters in my hometown, everyone can write."

Su Bian replaced the 21st century with the word hometown.

It's not that he is afraid that others will know that he is not from this world, but that he is afraid of being regarded as crazy.

Su Bian was calm, but Long Jingying looked at him without blinking, and her thin lips parted slightly: "Master Zhuang said it was written in my hometown...but for so many years, I have only seen two people write it.

Over. "

After Long Jingying finished speaking, Su Bian's expression froze.

He suddenly guessed who the other person was.

Staring at Su Bian's expression, Long Jingying continued: "Master Zhuang is always smart, he should be able to guess who the other person is."

Su Bian stared straight at Long Jingying without saying a word.

After a while, Long Jingying changed the words she cherished like gold before, and suddenly said: "Did you forget what Master Yezhuang promised?"

Su Bian remained silent with a sullen face.

Long Jingying didn't seem to be prepared to wait for Su Bian's reply, and continued, "Speak."

Su Bian lowered his eyes, hiding the thoughts in his eyes.After a while, he raised his eyelids again, and said without blushing, "Xiaguan just thinks that the face in the portrait looks a bit like the face that Xiaguan met in Ningxiang.

Just a dear friend of mine. "

Only after Su Bian finished speaking, did Long Jingying spit out two words without hesitation: "Lie."

Long Jingying's eyes were condensed, and those sharp eyes seemed to see through Su Bian's soul completely.

Su Bian's face darkened, and he was speechless again.

After a while, Su Bian twitched the corners of his mouth, and spoke again with a half-smile.

Su Bian said indifferently: "Could it be that Master Qiantose thinks that the face in the portrait...is related to the lower officials?"

Su Bian's voice was understated, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Su Bian said again: "The face of the lower official is very different from the face in the portrait. Sir Qiantui shouldn't think so?"

Long Jingying's face remained unchanged, "So I asked, who are you?"

Su Bian paused, and two seconds later, "Isn't the next official the Ningxiang county magistrate Zhuang Duxin who was promoted by the emperor, who else could it be?"

Long Jingying said concisely: "You are not."

The scene returned to silence again, and the two looked at each other without saying a word.

No one opened their mouths, each with their own ghosts in their hearts.

It's not that Su Bian doesn't know what Long Jingying is implying.

However, it would be too fantasy and absurd for him to tell himself that the face in Long Jingying's painting was himself.

This is the world described by Su Yin. If Su Yin hadn't changed the setting of the so-called protagonist Zhuang Duxin to have the same temperament as him, how could he have come into this world?

Now Long Jingying told him that the painting was related to him, how could he believe it.

Furthermore.

Even if he knew his true identity... so what?

Can he still let him return to the original world?

After thinking about it, Su Bian continued to pretend to be stupid: "Then if the next official is not Zhuang Duxin... then who is it?"

Long Jingying threw the question back lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Master Zhuang should be very clear about this."

Su Bian did not hesitate: "The lower official is not very clear, can Master Qiantui give some pointers."

Long Jingying saw that Su Bian was about to act stupid to the end, so she stopped talking nonsense.He picked up the brush on the table and wrote two words on the notebook.

The black ink characters are elegant and dusty, eye-catching.Su Bian stared at the two conspicuous ink and black characters on the notebook, and lost all words in an instant.

Su Bian fell silent.

Long Jingying said calmly, "Master Zhuang should know what these two words mean."

Su Bian was speechless, dumb, and did not reply.

Of course Su Bian knew it well, no one knew better than him.

The two words on the booklet are exactly his name.

——Su Bian.

But why does Long Jingying know his name?

Could the painting really be related to him?

What exactly did Su Yin write, and why did Long Jingying know him?

All of a sudden, several thoughts flashed through Su Bian's mind.

Countless questions surfaced and flashed in Su Bian's mind one by one.

In the end, there was only one problem left.

If he wants to go back...

Is it really related to that painting, or Long Jingying?

Su Bian opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but the words just came to his lips, but he took them back.

and many more.

Why did Long Jingying want to know his identity so much?

What is the relationship between Long Jingying's questioning of his identity and his relationship?

Su Bian was silent for two seconds, and then replied: "...I don't know, I don't know."

Long Jingying stared at Su Bian Shaoqing, but she already had the answer in her heart.

Long Jingying replied lightly: "Really."

After talking, don't ask any more.

Long Jingying quietly looked at Su Bian, trying to calm down, took half a step forward, raised her hand, and smoothed out the wrinkles on Su Bian's clothes without saying a word.

Long Jingying's movements were gentle and natural, as if she had done it thousands of times with poise.

The distance between the two was very close, and when Su Bian raised his eyes, it was Long Jingying's beautiful face, so that he could see the delicate face that was not like a real person.

But Su Bian remembered that Long Jingying had always disliked being in contact with others.And always keep it in mind.

Su Bian stood there in a daze, his mind was in chaos.

Long Jingying did not like to be in contact with others, but... except for one person.

To be precise, it should be except for the people in that painting.

Long Jingying reached out to smooth Su Bian's collar, turned around and left with a calm expression.Su Bian was left alone standing there, dazed.

The person in the painting... No, what is his relationship with Long Jingying? ?

Inside the prison, Xuan Yue was extremely bored.

The boredom made Xuan Yue want to torture those bandits in the cell next door.

I don't know if the group of bandits sensed the murderous intent from Xuan Yue's body. The bandits locked their bodies, trying to reduce their sense of presence, for fear that Xuan Yue would notice them.

As for Qin Ye, his face was ashen and defeated, as if he was in despair.

This is the second time Xuan Yue has been imprisoned.

The first time was the Taiqing Academy, and the second time it was this ghost place.

Thinking about it carefully, these two times seem to be related to his wife.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yue felt both helpless and sweet.

Xuan Yue was really bored, he stood up, easily broke the chain on the prison door with one hand, and was going to find his wife to talk about love.

After stepping out of the room, Xuan Yue thought of something again and paused.

If she sees that he is not in the prison and escapes to find him... Madam will probably be angry again.

Xuan Yue sighed faintly, then obediently turned around and returned to his cell to continue to stay.

Hey... when will Madam be relieved...

Xuan Yue felt melancholy.

Can't help but kiss a few times, and let him kiss back.Xuan Yue couldn't understand it.

Xuan Yue was melancholy, when Shi Wen, who was locked in the cell, saw him, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Master Guowei, can you help me open the cell door, and I will definitely repay you when I get out."

Lord Lieutenant! "

Hearing the sound, Xuan Yue glanced at Shi Wen at the side.

Shi Wen stood in front of the cell door, smiling flatteringly.

Xuan Yue raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

Having fun.

Shi Wen felt a chill down his spine, for some reason, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Shi Wen said with a dry smile: "Master Guo... Guowei?"

Xuan Yue didn't answer, the corners of her lips raised.

After a long time, Su Bian finally came back to his senses.

Su Bian finished drawing up the notebook with complicated emotions, and then left the study.

As soon as he walked out of the study, he raised his eyes, and Long Jingying's slender and tall figure instantly came into view.

Long Jingying has been standing outside the door without leaving.

Hearing the movement behind her, Long Jingying turned her head to look at Su Bian, and asked indifferently, "...the scripture is ready?"

Su Bian was silent for two seconds before answering yes.

In the past, it was impossible for Long Jingying to ask.

In other words, he would not even look at Su Bian at all.

Back in the courtyard of the Shifu, Su Bian ordered the servants to take out all the files from the master's room and lock them into a box. On the day Shi Wen was escorted to the capital to be executed, they would be escorted to Taiqing's courtyard.

The yamen servants obediently agreed, not daring to disobey.

In order to prevent the government servants from embezzling the evidence in the file, Su Bian also walked over.

As for Long Jingying, who was the bodyguard, she followed Su Bian as a matter of course, never leaving a step.

Shi Wen and Qin Ye have been in collusion for many years, so the files are naturally piled up like a mountain.The yamen servants moved the files past Su Bian's side, probably because their feet were not steady, and they accidentally moved towards Su Bian's direction.

To the past.

Su Bian's eyebrows twitched, and she was about to dodge, but Long Jingying's movements were faster. The moment the yamen servant was about to turn upside down, Long Jingying raised her hand and held down the file in the yamen servant's arms.

Su Bian looked at the pair of white and slender fingers, his eyes suddenly became complicated.

The yamen servant finally stood firm, and he hurriedly confessed to Long Jingying and Su Bian in cold sweat: "The villain didn't do it on purpose, and I hope the two adults will forget the past, don't take it to heart—"

The two of them stood there expressionless and did nothing. Just their aura could scare the yamen servant to the point of peeing his pants.

Su Bian's face was cold: "It's just a trivial matter, let's go back and get busy."

The yamen servant breathed a sigh of relief as if he was alive after a catastrophe. The yamen servant answered yes and obediently withdrew.

After the yamen servant left, Su Bian was silent for two seconds before saying: "...Thank you, Lord Qiantui, for your help."

Long Jingying gave a gracious expression, her expression indifferent.

Su Bian was silent, his eyes complicated and difficult to understand.

He remembered... Long Jingying never liked to touch things that others had touched.