unscrupulous male concubine

"The flowers along the way are the best way to see her off. I can't think of a more romantic way to see her off."

When Chun Jing told Mo Weizhe that Qian Mingjia had married and went to Yunze Cangyu, but was lonely and had no one to see him off, Mo Weizhe said this.

Chunjing's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked back at the door. The mark on the door was still there. He had suspected that Mo Weizhe knew there was a mark on the door, so he didn't dare to go out.But now that he dared to go out in such a situation, it meant that he was not the one who destroyed the signs in his street on that rainy night!Is it really that ghost shadow?

"What's wrong? Is there anything on my door?" Mo Weizhe saw him staring at the door, his brows were tightly furrowed and then slowly loosened, his pupils were full of confusion and surprise.

"No, nothing!"

Chunjing hurriedly waved her sleeves, brushed away the mark, turned her head and smiled at Mo Weizhe, and said seriously, "Have you sent Qian Mingjia off? Why didn't I see you? If she knew that you were going to send her off She will definitely be very happy...or she may cry, clamoring for you to take her away, no matter how strong a girl is, she is also very fragile at this time."

Mo Weizhe smiled and said, "I thought you were planning to take her away from marriage, the horse rides so fast."

"What does it have to do with me!" Chunjing curled her lips, sat in front of the dressing table not covered by Mo, stroked her hair, looked at the person sitting on the bed through the mirror, saw the smile on his mouth, and snorted Knowing that Mo Weizhe was making fun of him, he said, "Let me tell you, I gave Qian Mingjia the umbrella that I lent you that day. I wanted to leave her a memory, but it seemed self-defeating. She thought the umbrella was a The meaning of loose. It took me a long time to explain, I said it was because it was raining today, and it had nothing to do with those umbrellas, you were thinking too much."

Mo Weizhe said, "Everything has two sides. It seems that you have done a bad thing, but it may be a good thing to some extent? She must know that you made it up for her."

"Really? Even if she knew, she would be very happy." Chun Jing raised her eyebrows and was holding a ring on her hand. She raised her eyes to look at Mo Weizhe, lowered her head and threw the ring back into the jewelry box inside.

"Why don't you like her?" Chunjing twirled a hairpin between her fingers, turned around, frowned and stared at Mo Weizhe, puzzled, "She dares to love and hate, she has a personality."

Mo Weizhe said, "If you don't like her, you just don't like it. If you want to say why, you can only say that fate is not enough. Since you think she is good, why don't you like her?"

Chun Jing shrugged her shoulders, "It's not me that she likes."

"Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? Can't you see it?" Mo Weizhe said excitedly, looking at Chunjing like a cute pet.

"what?"

"She may have liked me once, but she likes you now!"

"Stop! Are you kidding me?" Chun Jing turned around and continued to fiddle with the things in Mo Weizhe's jewelry box.

"If she didn't like you, why would she burn Yunliang Pavilion? You are a fan of the authorities."

"This sentence is also for you! She thinks that I am too close to you, and she is jealous." Chun Jing took out the crystal pendant that was not covered with ink from another box, turned her head and asked him, "Why don't I have one? "

"Because we're not friends yet."

Chunjing glared at Mo Weizhe and snorted, threw the crystal pendant into the box, stood up and walked out, this sentence was prevaricated by him to Qian Mingjia, now it's better to say it from another person's mouth It hit him.

"I'm leaving." Chun Jing glared at him and curled her lips, stood up and walked outside, waving her hands with her back to him.

Chunjing closed the door, looked up at the zenith, and frowned tightly. What's the mystery here? He must find a chance to go up and see, otherwise it would be like scratching his heart.

He snapped open the fan, took a deep breath, jumped onto the railing lightly, and flew down like a bird.

"Master Jingchun!"

Chun Jing stepped back before stepping out with one foot. He frowned and looked at the little lamp running down the stairs. He frowned slightly. He knew that the nine-fold cloud would not stop. Because of what?

"Master Jingchun." Xiaodeng ran up to him, he pulled Chunjing's clothes with one hand, supported his knees with the other, bowed his waist and panted heavily, afraid that Chunjing would be impatient and ran away.

Chunjing folded her arms and looked down at him, "Let go, I can't run away. What is Jiudieyun going to do?"

Xiaodeng finally took a deep breath, straightened up and handed Chun Jing a note, "This one, from the ninth son."

"Second watch tonight, see you soon."

It says so on the note.

Chunjing looked up at the second floor, Jiudieyun's room, the door was closed tightly.

"What do you mean?"

Chun Jing shook the note in her hand and stared at the little lamp.

"Master Jiu said, please be on time, otherwise, you will regret it."

"What?" Chunjing frowned and muttered, put the note in her arms, turned around and walked out of the door, and replied, "Ah, I got it."

"Master Nine." Xiaodeng turned around and saw Jiudieyun standing on the second floor, and hurriedly bowed and lowered his head.

"En." Jiudieyun nodded, turned around and entered the room, Chunjing's words fell into his ears word for word, but it sounded a little perfunctory, so I'd better ask someone to remind him later, so as not to make trouble My painstaking efforts were in vain.

Jiudieyun's prediction was right, Chunjing forgot about it as soon as he came out of Yunliang Pavilion, he was eager to go back to find Ruirui, let her check the smell of his body, is it the same as the ghost who chased him that night Same as the shadow.

"How is it?" Chunjing glanced at Ruirui who walked around her circle after circle, and frowned, "Can you hurry up!"

His expression now is bitter and frightened.Anyone who is stared at by a snake will not feel good, especially this snake used to be a giant python with tens of feet, and the two poisons are still polished up to now.

Ruirui touched the little black snake's head with a smile, and raised her chin towards Chunjing, "What's the hurry! If I miss one, it might be that one."

"Then can you take it away from my hand?" Chunjing said, "Put it on the table, or something else..."

"It's afraid of the cold." Ruirui pushed back his hair, lowered her head to his collar and sniffed.

"It's a snake, why is it afraid of the cold!"

"You are alone, what kind of snake are you afraid of?"

Chun Jing licked her lips and stopped talking, slowly closing her eyes.

After a cup of tea, Ruirui took a deep breath, walked up to Chunjing and touched Chunjing's hand, the little black snake took a look at Chunjing, and crawled back to Ruirui's wrist.

"When a person is afraid, the pores of the whole body will enlarge, and the smell absorbed by the skin will be emitted." Ruirui explained.

Chun Jing glanced at the smiling little black snake with lingering fear, nodded slightly, got up and washed her hands, "What's the result?"

Ruirui pursed her lips, rested her chin with one hand and watched Chunjing wash her hands over and over again, and said with a smile, "In addition to the smells that belong to me, Jinmo, and yourself, there are 370 five kinds of smells on your body." , some are very strong, some are faint and barely smell. Don't wash it, it didn't bite you, do you want to wash off a layer of skin?"

Chunjing wiped her hands, just after drying them, washed them again, dried her hands, sat down at the farthest position from Ruirui, "Continue."

"Among the 370 five flavors, 68 are from Qianmingjia, 54 are from Moweizhe, and 190 are from Fengming. Excluding the smell in the air, there are 820 seven kinds from Quercus leaves They come from there, they are all the aroma of medicinal herbs, there are [-] combinations of these medicinal herbs, and their medicinal effects are different, some can kill people instantly, and some can bring the dead back to life."

Chunjing waved her hand, motioning her to pause, and said, "Is there any smell of tracking that night?"

Ruirui shook her head, "No."

"According to what you said, there are so many flavors, but there is no one?"

"No. How is your investigation of Mo Weizhe?"

"It's not him. He also went to deliver Qian Mingjia today, but the mark I made didn't respond." Chunjing was very disappointed and a little impatient, "According to your observation, can oak leaves make fake death medicine?"

"Fake death medicine is easy to make." Ruirui shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile, "As long as you have medicinal materials, you can make it."

"Then we can only check Chuyang first." Chunjing said seriously, clenching her hands tightly.

Ruirui said, "As long as the high priest doesn't want to, no one can find him!"

"Whether he wants it or not has nothing to do with me." Chun Jing said, "I only know that my sister never forgets him, and he shouldn't make her sad."

"Leaving is the high priest's fulfillment for her." Ruirui said, "Do you think it's good for them to meet? Meeting is a pain for several people. For them, seeing each other is worse than nostalgia."

Chunjing frowned, got up and walked out, "I'm going out."

When he walked to the door, he turned his head and looked at Ruirui, "My sister actually forgave him a long time ago, maybe my sister never blamed him at all."

The rain has stopped, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Chunjing is lying on the roof, looking at the cloudless sky, and slowly closes his eyes. He wants to see Su Feiyuan, but is afraid of seeing her, so he sleeps very badly An An, unable to fall asleep, the tiles clattered loudly, his whole body trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly, seeing a sky full of stars, like washed gems.

He took a deep breath, sat up slowly, the clothes on his body slipped off, and when he turned his head, he saw Jin Mo sitting not far away in thin clothes, with his round profile and curly hair, like a A poodle nestling at its feet.

"You come to blow the air too!" Chun Jing smiled and put the clothes on his shoulders.

"You're despising me again." Jin Mo turned his head to look at him, smiled lightly, and pulled out a letter from his bosom, "This is for you."

"What?" Chun Jing squinted her eyes, almost lying on the paper, but couldn't make out what was written on it.

Jin Mo stretched out his hand to help him drop one by one, and said, "A letter from Qian Mingjia to Feng Ming."