Jiang Qing

Ruanyantai is a place where actors and actresses are bought and sold in the ghost market.

Li Guo didn't explicitly prohibit officials from prostitutes, as long as it didn't make trouble on the stage, Zhao Zhen always turned a blind eye.Even so, the brothels and Chu houses on the market still can't suppress the evil fire in the stomachs of the lechers. In their eyes, stealing in secret is much more exciting than recruiting prostitutes on the surface.

The beauties in this soft Yantai have their own styles. It is not surprising that the dancers from the Western Regions and the thin horses from Yangzhou are the most attractive. The captivating blue eyes only glance at you from a distance, and the charm in those eyes immediately makes people fall into it, unable to extricate themselves.

Quite a few wealthy households who are curious about spending a lot of money secretly bought a Wulan beauty in Ruanyantai, raised them in the outer courtyard, and privately used them as a bragging point for their wealth comparison.

A huge gold wire cage hangs in the middle of the soft Yantai, and the side of the cage is covered with winding thorns.Merchants are vying to bid for the beauties in cages.

Tonight's Ruanyantai is still very lively, the ghost soldiers who broke into the search did not disturb their interest in having fun, people wearing ghost masks hugged beauties, drinking and singing.The ghost soldiers who searched were well-behaved and reticent, which was incompatible with this sensual scene.

In the private room on the second floor.

Mei Shao changed into a mask, only wearing a middle coat, and the belt around his waist was hanging loosely, dragging to the ground, but he didn't care.Glancing at the person in the light gauze in front of him, he moved his eyes slightly, picked up the coat he had taken off at the side, threw it on Bai Bingchen, and hit him straight in the face.

"Put this on before going out." There was no emotion in his words, but the earlobe that turned his head was a little bright red, which made the black earball even colder.

He picked up the wine jug on the table and drank heavily, the urgent flow of wine trickled down the corner of his mouth, and he didn't stop until it soaked a large part of his clothes.

It was obvious that he was wearing such embarrassing clothes, but seeing his alcohol-stained eyes, Bai Bingchen's heart skipped a beat.

As if as long as he stood there, he would attract himself to look over and sink deeply into it.Bai Bingchen glanced uncomfortably, trying his best to control the rapid beating of his heart.

Mei Shao put down the wine jar, wrapped his arms around Bai Bingchen's waist, and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"

"Wait." Bai Bingchen seemed to remember something, broke free from his hand, and looked down at himself.

The loose coat was only thickly draped over the body, and the exposed skin was like porcelain, with an unnatural paleness, and the red marks imprisoned by the silver rings on the bare feet were particularly conspicuous.

"Don't you think it's too clean?" Bai Bingchen frowned, and before Mei Shao could reply, he picked up the dagger on the table and mercilessly cut several cuts on his arms and legs.Bright blood flowed down, making his originally pale complexion a bit more coquettish.

Not even a muffled groan, as if the pain of this degree was not worth mentioning, Bai Bingchen put away the dagger, actively retracted into Mei Shao's arms, raised his head to calmly look into his complicated eyes, and said, "Go!" Bar."

Feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, Mei Shao came back to his senses, closed his eyes, and walked out with Bai Bingchen in his arms.

Bai Bingchen didn't wear a mask, his bloodless lips were pursed lightly, almost his whole body was leaning on Mei Shao's body, looking extremely weak.

As soon as they went downstairs, they were stopped by a ghost soldier.

Glancing at the two people in front of him, he silently picked up Bai Bingchen's coat, and as soon as he caught a glimpse of the blood on his body, Mei Shao stretched out his hand and knocked him down: "This man has already bought it, do you pay for it manually?"

Even through the mask, the ghost soldier can see his proud face, and he pulls the ghost soldier to show off without any pretense: "Look at this face, this thin waist, I spent most of the night and spent a thousand taels of gold on it." Just grabbed it."

Pinching Bai Bingchen's chin to let the ghost soldier see clearly, Mei Shao's hand reached his waist again, pulling him closer to the ghost soldier, pretending to be mysterious and pouting at the golden cage: "Don't you See, this Wulan beauty is the most precious, but on the bed, she is far from being as good as our local ones."

The strong smell of alcohol lingered on the ghost soldier's face, he ignored Mei Shao's accusation, but silently moved a few steps aside, and winked at the ghost soldier on the second floor, and immediately someone came to the place where they came out just now Inspect the house.

Holding on to the railing, Mei Shao looked overwhelmed and leaned sideways, just in time to catch a glimpse of the movement on the second floor.

After a while, there was still no movement from upstairs, and the ghost soldier looked at them with more inquiring eyes.

Bai Bingchen, who had been buried in his neck and did not raise his head, could clearly feel Mei Shao's hand on his waist tightening unconsciously, and the sound of breathing above his head became heavy.

I'm afraid he can't hide it, so Bai Bingchen patted Mei Shao's hand a few times under the cover of his coat, gently but firmly pushed it down his waist, and then he was about to break free from his embrace.

At first, he was still puzzled by Bai Bingchen's actions, but when he lowered his head and saw the silver light hidden under his clothes, Mei Shao came to his senses and hurriedly pushed him into his arms. Downstairs shook his head.It was only when Mei Shao raised his heart that he calmed down, it seemed that they had escaped a catastrophe.

The private room arranged by Shui Bo has come in handy. The half-warm water and the marks on the bed are enough to make people believe that he is a normal soft Yantai buyer.

Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, Mei Shao took a drunken step and led the people towards the door. The steps on her feet were floating, but her hand firmly snatched the sharp blade from Bai Bingchen's hand.

They took a breath when they walked out of the ghost market unsteadily and got out of a cave in the suburbs.

There are many exits from the ghost market, and the one in the south of the city is the closest to them. In order to prevent the ghost soldiers from going awry, they didn't dare to stay, and they left the ghost market without a cup of tea.

A half round of bright moon hangs high on the wilderness ridge, it can't climb anymore, it is crumbling on the edge of the sky.

Perhaps because of this quiet moon, a rare peace spread between the two of them.

Ever since Mei Shao returned to the capital, they have always faced each other with swords drawn, and turned their heads with bruises all over their bodies. It is already a luxury to talk face to face like this.

They faced each other in silence until Bai Bingchen opened his mouth and uttered two words: "Thank you."

"I'm also doing this to save myself." Mei Shao sneered, "Master Bai came here tonight to take care of bad things for his subordinates? I accidentally saw the roster just now, and the handwriting on it is very familiar. Could it be... ...."

"The ghost market has nothing to do with me." Bai Bingchen interrupted him, thinking for a while, "Don't you think the ghost soldiers are too organized?"

"That's right, such a well-trained patrol battalion can't compare to it." Mei Shao smiled meaningfully, "Your Majesty also said a few days ago that Li's army is weak, but I don't think that's the case. There are many soldiers."

Bai Bingchen didn't say anything. When he was close to the ghost soldier in Ruanyantai just now, he observed that the ghost soldier had calluses from years of using knives on his hands. Such calluses were only produced in military training.

Just underground in Pingdu, under Zhao Zhen's eyes, a well-trained army that is not ordered by the emperor is growing secretly, and it is unknown where it will spread.

Hoarding a large number of soldiers privately must have the heart of rebellion, and the mastermind who can drive everything must be the person who is trapped deepest in the power vortex.

"Fan Hongxin seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages better than anyone else, he doesn't have the guts." Hearing what Mei Shao said, Bai Bingchen retorted subconsciously.

"A small Minister of the Ministry of War does not dare, but the master behind him has the courage." Mei Shao looked at him with probing eyes, as if trying to see some flaws in his eyes.

Bai Bingchen looked back at him without showing any weakness, and smiled slightly: "Under the joint trial of the three divisions, you can decide for yourself which is right and which is wrong. Don't bother you to worry about Zhang Xiang. There are still evil spirits running rampant in the bright moonlight. Be careful on the road to the mansion."

"Even if there are ghosts and gods in this world, they should stay in their hell and fairyland. The flowers of the four seasons will bloom at the right time, and they are not stupid." Mei Shao sneered and continued, "The most frightening thing, It should be a person wearing human skin and holding a ghostly heart."

Regardless of the sarcasm in Mei Shao's words, Bai Bingchen looked up at the moon, and the clear light fell on his side face, casting a hazy sense of fragility.

The night wind was cooler, and he couldn't help but gather up his coat, and even his voice was a little erratic: "The world believes in ghosts, and this ghost lives in the world."

"Fan Hongxin, who is right in front of you, you can't tell right from wrong, yet you still want to get rid of the ghosts in people's hearts? How ridiculous!"

"It's really ridiculous." Bai Bingchen chuckled, as if he was laughing at himself, he took a deep look at Mei Shao, turned his head and left.

"In the soft Yantai, why?"

Why do you want to rush out with a dagger?

Mei Shao threw out the sharp blade that he took from Bai Bingchen's hand, and it stopped at Bai Bingchen's side, preventing him from moving forward.

Bai Bingchen stopped walking, glanced at the dagger on the ground, and walked around it.

Just when Mei Shao thought she would never hear a response, a soft sigh fell into the wind: "I don't want to hurt you, no matter when and where. If you still believe..."

Bai Bingchen clasped his coat tightly, which was stained with the smell of lonely pillows, and also mixed with the smell of Ji Pu's fragrance... He is indeed a seller of lonely pillows.

The guesses in his heart were confirmed bit by bit. The evening wind in early summer was really cool. Bai Bingchen wrapped his coat tightly. The road ahead was long, and he was destined to walk alone.

Seeing his back steadily drifting away, Mei Shao didn't even realize that a carriage had already parked quietly deep in the forest.

Li An got down from the top, walked to his side, and followed Mei Shao's gaze.

A shadow that cannot tell who it is is getting smaller and smaller.

"Who?"

"I always feel that there is something missing in the golden cage of Ruan Yantai." Mei Shao smiled viciously, raised her fingers to compare to her eyes, and pinched the little back.

Through the fingertips, Bai Bingchen was always in his hands, never far away.

Moving her finger up, Mei Shao held the indifferent moon again.

"I want his high hanging moon to only reflect my shadow, and I want him to be my servant."