Pour the glass

The hut became quiet for an instant, and the smile on Ziyuan's face gradually disappeared.

She put the paper umbrella in her hand aside, took out the purple jade pendant and the snow-colored sweat towel from her bosom, put them on the table together, with a dignified expression and trance-like eyes, stretched out her hand, and gently rubbed the two things with her fingertips , I don’t know what I’m thinking.

"Yuan..." Ziyuan muttered, her eyes sank suddenly, "Why did you kill me? Why did you kill me?" Slowly moved her finger to the snow-colored sweat scarf, carefully recalling the details of last night drop.

Even if the candles were extinguished and there was darkness, how could she not be able to smell the fragrance of Su Zhexue's body?

Su Zhexue knew martial arts, and it was Su Zhexue who rescued her—how could an oiran who knew martial arts be willing to submit to this?Could it be that, as Su Zhexue said, she and the current second prince really have a mortal enmity, but this enmity is not due to the enmity on the battlefield back then, but for other reasons.

"Sister, who are you?"

"Squeak-"

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and Zi Yuan quickly put the purple jade pendant and the snow-colored sweat towel into her arms, and watched A-Ling walking over with the rice paste with a brush in her mouth with a smile on her face.

A Ling glanced coldly at the sweat towel exposed from Ziyuan's skirt, and Ziyuan hurriedly stuffed the sweat towel into her bosom again, "Don't hide it, I can see it clearly!"

Ziyuan chuckled, "This is the treasure my sister gave me, but I have to hide it so that other men won't see it. I'm jealous that I have a sweat towel made by Lin'an Huakui."

"Who cares!" Ah Ling rolled her eyes at Zi Yuan again, put the rice paste on the table, and did not forget to confess, "Last night, there was a murder case in the Chenghuang Temple, and a fire broke out, and no one present was spared. Naturally, you It can be regarded as one of the dead ghosts."

"Ah?" Ziyuan was taken aback, and gently rubbed the back of her head, "The injury is an injury, but the head is still there, how could I be a dead ghost?"

A Ling stared at Zi Yuan with cold eyes, "Are you really dumb, or fake? Do you know that among the seven people who died yesterday, six of them came from your Imperial Guard camp!"

Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Then there is one more person, is it a temple guard? God, didn't I harm the old man?"

Ah Ling couldn't help taking a deep breath, stretched out her finger, and grabbed Ziyuan's ear, "It's rare for you to save your life, and you still feel guilty for hurting an old Taoist at this time?"

Ziyuan said seriously: "I was the one who died, but now I really killed an innocent person, how can I not feel guilty?" Ziyuan sighed again, "It's all my fault for meddling, if that If I don’t save that girl and enter the city, I won’t bring on these unforeseen disasters!”

Ah Ling shuddered, and fixedly looked at Ziyuan, "What woman did you save?"

Ziyuan nodded and said, "A sorcerer who can use Gu insects."

It's Arabic!

Ah Ling suddenly thought of who this person was, "You actually saved the witch?"

Ziyuan looked seriously at Ah Ling's slightly anxious face, and asked hesitantly, "Girl Fierce, you seem to be very interested in this matter?"

"What do you call me?" A-Ling's face darkened instantly, "I have a name, and it's...A-Ling!"

Ziyuan smiled smugly, "Which Ling?"

"Of course it's Bird Ling..." Halfway through the sentence, A Ling realized something and fixedly looked at Zi Yuan, "What do you want to say?"

Ziyuan stretched out her hand, took her hand, and said treacherously: "So, this is also a claw, or a bird's claw, hehe."

"You!" Ah Ling made a sudden move, pinched Ziyuan's throat fiercely, his eyes were fierce, "Don't force me to take your life!"

"Miss Ah Ling, calm down, calm down, I beg for mercy, beg for mercy." Ziyuan hurriedly begged for mercy, "Don't take my life, otherwise, my sister will die of grief." As she said, Ziyuan moved closer to Ah Ling. Ling a little bit, and said in a low voice, "My sister is sad, it's scary!"

"..." Ah Ling didn't want to hear her say these jokes, so she let go of her hand, and watched Ziyuan lower her head and straighten the rice paper on the desk, as if preparing to paste an umbrella, "Now that you are a living dead, you just have to Not urgent?"

"What's the use of me being anxious?" Ziyuan shrugged, then raised her head suddenly, and looked at A Ling innocently, "If I had known earlier to save that girl, she would die, and I would die too, I might as well If you don’t save me, maybe now I can still watch my sister dance and listen to her singing in the open outside.”

Ah Ling fixedly looked at Zi Yuan's eyebrows, she had never looked at a person like this before, she was always above her on weekdays, no one would dare to meet her eyebrows so presumptuously.

This Qi Ziyuan was the first one.

With clear eyes and a smile on the corner of her mouth, Ziyuan smiled warmly and said softly, "Since the matter has come to this, I will be a living dead for a few days. In fact, this is also good, I can stay here justifiably, rubbing here for a while." High bed soft pillow." Suddenly, Zi Yuan reached out her hand again and patted the back of her hand, "Come and help me, this umbrella will be mended sooner."

"..." Ah Ling shrank her hands, but took a step back, "I'm not interested."

Ziyuan smiled, "Could it be that Miss Ah Ling doesn't know how to mend umbrellas?"

"What else in the world can stop Ben..." Ah Ling stopped talking suddenly, and glanced at Ziyuan contemptuously, "If an umbrella is broken, it will be broken, even if it is to mend the umbrella, you should use oiled paper, look at you Use rice paper, and if it rains, I’m afraid I’ll make a few big holes in this umbrella right away!”

Ziyuan scratched her head and said with a smile: "Yeah! Why didn't I think of this! How stupid! How stupid! Then I will trouble you..."

"..." Ah Ling scratched Ziyuan's eyes, and the moment she turned around, she said inwardly, "Wait, no one in the world dares to order me like this! Sooner or later, I will want you ten times Give it back!"

Watching her walk out of the room again, Ziyuan couldn't help thinking: "This girl also has martial arts, and she always speaks with a noble air. She must not be an ordinary person in the world. Who is she?" Ziyuan's eyes slowly fell on On the torn paper umbrella, "Three years ago, if it wasn't for you, I would have been a dead person. If it weren't for you last night, I would have been a dead person too. Sister, I will definitely repay you for saving my life twice."

Zui Jinyan's singing is long, and the aroma of wine is getting stronger. Amidst the laughter and laughter, Ziyuan closes her eyes and listens, but she can still hear Su Zhexue's singing and laughter mixed in.

It's just that although the singing is joyful, it is lonely, and although the laughter is joyful, it is lonely.

"Sister, it's time for you to really smile." Ziyuan thought of this, looked down at the paper umbrella, and vaguely remembered what Su Zhexue said in her dream.

"My heart Gu has been formed early, I'm afraid I will die if I go there, I can only live from my heart and let nature take its course."

"In that case, I am the same as my sister, let it be." Ziyuan raised her hand and rubbed the wound on the back of her head, her smile faded, and she said in a deep voice, "I won't let anyone have another chance to attack me, My life is mine, sister, and your life is mine too."

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open again, Ah Ling put the oiled paper on the desk, suddenly coughed twice, and sat aside with a pale face.

Ziyuan secretly glanced at A Ling, suddenly put down her work, went around the table, poured a cup of warm tea, brought it to A Ling, and said with a smile: "The cold spring is easy to catch wind and cold, drink more warm tea to warm your body, I cough less."

A-Ling stared at Ziyuan in a daze, but froze in place, wondering if she should go to pick up the teacup.

Ziyuan smiled and said: "I have heard people say that if the wind and cold hit the body and you cough all the time, you will cough up blood in the lungs. At that time, the root cause of the disease will be found. Whenever it is cold, you will always cough non-stop. Like this, cough, cough, cough, cough..." Ziyuan pretended to be coughing non-stop, and her appearance was funny, which made Ah Ling couldn't help laughing.

"You know, you look pretty when you smile." Ziyuan blinked her eyes, and handed over the cup, "Sure enough, a beautiful woman's smile is so beautiful."

"..." Ah Ling's smile froze, there is no woman who doesn't like others to praise her for her good looks, but just now when Zi Yuan praised her, Ah Ling's heart was very warm.

The warmth of the tea penetrated into A Ling's palm through the cup, A Ling felt a little dazed, and couldn't help but look up at Zi Yuan—just met Zi Yuan's smiling eyes, I don't know why, this time Looking at each other, Ah Ling actually wanted to avoid Zi Yuan's smiling eyes, but felt her cheeks burning hotly.

"Is it warmer? Look, there is blood on the face, and it looks better than before." Ziyuan finished speaking with a smile, then lowered her head and started to paste the paper umbrella seriously.

While murmuring, he muttered to himself.

"It's raining today, so you always need an umbrella. Prepare it earlier, it's always right."

"Maybe this broken umbrella will be able to shield my sister from the wind and rain one day, but ah, it depends on whether God will give this opportunity."

"It will be pasted in a while, what should I draw on this?"

"This umbrella is stained with blood. It's unlucky. Why don't you draw a Guanyin to protect your sister from evil spirits?"

At first, Ah Ling thought that Ziyuan was just talking to herself, but she didn't want to think about the meaning of Ziyuan's words, as if she was saying another meaning to herself?

Knowing that he has become a living dead, not only is he not frightened or afraid, but he is so calm and concentrates on repairing the umbrella.

Ah Ling had to say that the girl Ziyuan was indeed different from the other girls. She was calm in situations, and even a little careful. With chess pieces like this, this game of chess might really be overturned.

"Cough cough." Ah Ling couldn't help coughing twice, and hurriedly took another sip of hot tea to moisten his throat.

Ziyuan quietly watched Ah Ling's every move, this girl was clearly suffering from a chronic illness for many years, and she has been able to endure the chronic illness for many years, and her heart can be regarded as tenacious.

"Okay! It's finally done!" Ziyuan smiled and opened the pasted umbrella, and called A Ling with a smile, "Miss A Ling, look, should I draw Guanyin here, or Draw Avalokitesvara here?"

"If you are unlucky, even if you are painted with Guanyin all over your body, Guanyin can't save you." A Ling replied coldly, "It doesn't matter whether you paint or not."

"That's right, no matter how many Avalokitesvara paintings there are, it's not as good as having real power in your hands." Ziyuan shrugged, "I think I should go back earlier and do what I should do."

"How do you get back?"

"Look at God." Ziyuan held the brush in her mouth, propped her head and looked at the window lattice slantingly, "Sometimes, opportunities are given by heaven and man-made." After finishing speaking, she seemed to think of something, "Yes Now, there is something that should be done first!"

"What's the matter?"

"You come with me!"

"Be careful of being recognized..."

Before Ah Ling finished speaking, Ziyuan quickly drew two curvy beards on her lips with a brush, and slapped a big mole on her cheek, and said with a smile: "Look, if I hold something on my head A pack, does it look like a merchant from a foreign land?"

"you……"