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After the dead rabbit and the little gauze skirt were thrown out together, there was no movement inside or outside the sedan chair for a long time.

Only Chu Ji glanced down at the chasing woman, and swallowed in fear.

The maid stayed for a while, and then her eyes turned red, and big tears rolled out of her eyes, followed by a horrific scream:

"Yuanyuan—"

"How can I live when you are dead——"

"If you are told not to run around, you just don't listen, why don't you just listen!"

She didn't know who was sitting in this sedan chair, she just dared to hold the rabbit's corpse and cry helplessly, Chu Ji felt sorry, and stepped forward to try to persuade him:

"Don't cry..."

The palace maid stared at him, and said without saying a word: "It was you who killed Princess Yaoqi's Yuanyuan!"

Chu Ji was stunned at this moment: "Your rabbit jumped into the sedan chair by itself, and my master accidentally killed the rabbit in order to protect himself. Why should we blame us for the fault?"

"You!" The maid was furious, and raised her hand to hit him.

There was a sudden sound in the sedan chair, nothing more than a soft laugh, but it was extremely bluffing, and immediately made the maid let go of her raised arm.

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

"I didn't kill this rabbit." said in the sedan chair.

"Nonsense!" The maid came back to her senses and subconsciously said, "I clearly saw Yuanyuan's body thrown out of the sedan chair, why didn't you kill it!"

"Why are you talking to our Lord City Master?" Chu Ji was unhappy.Fortunately, this woman is still from the palace, why is there no rules at all?

"Let her talk." The car curtain was lifted slightly, and a hand with well-knit bones stretched out, supporting half of his face.At the junction of the bangs and the veil, a pair of unrecognizable eyes are exposed.

Seeing this, the palace lady was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly lowered her head, only daring to look at the stiff fat rabbit in her arms:

"Anyway, Yuanyuan is the princess's favorite rabbit, the princess will never let you go!"

She thought to herself: Could this be Wumazhen, the lord of Liangshuo City?Shouldn't Wuma be a man in his early forties?Why do you look and sound so young?Just looking at each other was enough to make her heart pound.

After a while, she faltered and said: "You, you said that you didn't kill the rabbit, who killed it? Could there be someone else in the sedan chair besides you?"

The person inside the curtain twirled the fan in his hand, and said in a low tone:

"There is no one else."

"So you admit that you killed Yuanyuan?"

The fan was still turning, and the sapphire pendant at the end of the fan lightly tapped the cloth, making a textured collision sound:

"I didn't do anything, it died by itself."

"I'm just throwing this unclean thing out."

"You..." The maid was so angry that she almost fainted.

Not far away, Sijin stopped, pursed her lips and watched all this.

He was not mistaken, even though there was a road of people coming and going, even if there was a veil blocking it, the lazy voice with a hint of narrowness clearly belonged to the peacock.

The peacock is not dead?

No, the peacock is clearly dead.

As soon as the people in the sedan chair raised their hands, the bearer lifted the sedan chair and was ready to leave.

Chu Ji couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Master, do you really want to ignore this rabbit?"

"If you are really willing," came the voice from the sedan chair, without any warmth, "I can trade you for that rabbit's life."

After hearing this, Chu Ji shrank his neck, and quickly stopped talking.

After the sedan chair left, only the maid was left holding the rabbit, squatting on the ground and crying.If Princess Yaoqi found out about Yuanyuan's death, the sky would collapse.

It wasn't the rabbit that she was crying, it was herself.She must have died.Before entering the palace, how could she know that her life was tied to a rabbit!

With the sound of treading water, there was the sound of footsteps approaching slowly.

The palace maid was tearful and looked up blankly, only to see a pair of clean and gentle eyes hidden under a green paper umbrella.

is a monk.

Sijin squatted down and carefully took the rabbit from the maid.He stroked the fur on the rabbit's back lightly, and recited the scriptures on rebirth and salvation twice.

"Thank you, Master." The maid wiped her eyes, her face was ashen, "I have to go back to the palace to get my life back."

Sijin finished reading the scriptures, raised her eyes and smiled and said, "Don't worry too much, the benefactor, the rabbit dies in an instant, there is no pain."

Because once you encounter the poison of the peacock, you don't even have the qualifications to experience the pain.

In a word, the peacock is too poisonous.

Silly boy, what I am worried about is my own life.How can you feel my pain?

The maid smiled wryly, and took off the hairpin on her head.She bowed to the little monk and staggered away with the rabbit in her arms.

Sijin paused, and couldn't help but look in the direction where the sedan chair left.

Obviously, the sedan chair went to the City Lord's Mansion.

Arriving at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Sijin found that the City Lord's Mansion was not as lively as it used to be. The gate was closed, and the rainy weather made people feel eerie.

He settled for a while, then stepped forward to knock.After a while, the heavy door opened inward, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes: "Who are you looking for?"

Sijin thought for a while, put an umbrella with both hands: "I came to the door to thank you."

His cloudy eyes glanced down, and he seemed to recognize that this seemingly simple but expensive umbrella belonged to the city lord, so he turned sideways and let him in.

Sijin followed the gatekeeper into the City Lord's Mansion.The city lord's mansion was completely silent, and there was no one there.

Is this still the city lord's mansion surrounded by servants?

"Dare to ask, where have all the people in this mansion gone?" Sijin couldn't help asking.

The gatekeeper seemed to have been suffering from illnesses for many years, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood: "Except for the cook in the backyard and the two servants who cleaned the house, everyone else has been dismissed."

dismissed?

Sijin froze for a moment, is the city lord's mansion going to move?

It shouldn't be.How can such a big city lord's mansion be moved if it is said to be moved?It must be the ghost of the peacock.

The gatekeeper led him to the attic of the mansion: "The city lord usually rests here in the afternoon."

Sijin thanked her, took a deep breath, and looked towards the attic.

He now believes more and more that the peacock is not dead.

Going up the wooden stairs, Sijin found a door open, revealing a gap, with a vague figure swaying inside.Sijin took a deep breath, and suddenly found Chu Ji sitting at the door of the attic playing with ants.

When Chu Ji saw him, he brushed off the ashes and stood up, pointed to the door behind him, and said, "The City Lord is inside."

There was no surprise at all, as if he had been expected to come.

Si Jin calmed down, pushed open the wooden door and walked in.Wumazhen stood by the window with her back to him.He was dressed in Han powder clothes, which looked particularly bright in the dimly lit room.

Unexpectedly, he was leaning over to paint with one hand propped on the table.

"Who is it?" Wuma really didn't look back, and didn't even pause for a moment while holding the pen.

Sijin had no choice but to report her family name: "I am a monk from Taihe Temple. Thank you for the kindness of the city lord. I am here to return the paper umbrella."

"Put it by the door." Wumazhen put down his pen, and gently picked up the ink-stained painting.

Through the faint light, Sijin saw that on the painting was a majestic...green-haired peacock.

What's the meaning?self-portrait?

"The city lord has superb painting skills." Sijin could only say.

He praised Wumazhen sincerely, because the painting of this peacock was very realistic, as if it could jump out of the paper in the next moment.

Wuma seemed to have accepted his compliment.After a while, he said: "It's still a bit worse."

After finishing speaking, he looked back.

Sijin stared into his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Come here." Wuma said really.

Sijin hesitated for a moment, and could only walk over to Wumazhen.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but he feels that the person in front of him looks like a peacock, but he doesn't quite like it.There is a hint of strangeness in the familiarity, which makes him unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

Wumazhen took a brand new fine pen from the lacquered gold pen holder, and wet it with warm water.During the period, Sijin watched, not knowing what he was going to do.

"I see that this painting lacks a certain color, and you came just in time." Wuma really dazed.

"What does the city lord need me to do?" Sijin asked.

The supervisor of Taihe Temple also loves to paint in his spare time. Sijin sometimes helps to color and decorate by the side. After a long time, he also knows some tricks.

"Do you know Soft Red?"

Sijin thought for a while, and could only answer: "I never knew."

He hadn't heard the Prison Court mention it.

"This kind of red is lighter than the usual color, and it is extremely difficult to obtain because it is difficult to mix. I have to look through ancient books in my spare time, so I came up with some heresy ways. I want to try it today." Wumazhen said.

Since she was helping with the color correction, Sijin had no reason to refuse, so she nodded and agreed.

"Sit." Wumazhen pointed to the chair beside her, and became inexplicably polite.

He was standing by himself, how could Sijin sit?This is obviously against the rules, Si Jin shook her head.

Wuma really let him go, turned around and took out a box of rouge from the box.This rouge is filled with black jade, it looks like something from the palace, the color is very good.Even a monk like Sijin who has never seen this thing can see that it is extraordinary.

"This is the rouge tribute from Northern Xinjiang, named Zhu Su."

Sijin remembers carefully.

This rouge is red but not red, like a fire covered with a layer of mist, and has an indescribable beauty.

"An ancient book says, use the hottest part of your body to melt this box of rouge, this is warm color."

Speaking of this, Wuma really paused for a moment on purpose to look at Sijin's face, only to find that the latter looked as usual, listening very intently, and at a glance, he knew that he hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem.

idiot.

Wumazhen then continued:

"Just melting the rouge is not enough."

"If you want to get a soft red, you need to use the body's damp heat to spread the rouge. Only when it is contaminated with human fluid can it be colored."

It was hot and humid, and Sijin didn't know what to do.

"So, do you need me to give you a hint?" Wumazhen suddenly bowed his head, staring at Sijin quietly.

He was satisfied to find that Sijin's face turned red with a thud like a drop of vermilion ink falling into the water.

It seems to understand.

"Is this the only way?" Sijin wondered.

This is too...

Without even thinking about it, Wuma said, "There is only one way."

Do you have an alternative?

Unexpectedly, Sijin seemed to be struggling in his heart, with a look of death, he closed his eyes and said: "The city master can do what he wants."

Wuma's eyes became playful:

"I want to see you come by yourself."

do it yourself?

Sijin bit her lip, the grievance in her eyes flickered.For the first time, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Why jump into the pit!

But overwhelmed water is hard to recover, and it is impossible to change one's mind now.

He could only hesitantly take the rouge from Wumazhen's hand, stick it with a fine tip, and stick out his pink, wet and hot tongue under Wumazhen's gaze.

He licked the fine hairs.

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