Wujiang's clothes were stained with blood, which attracted attention. He borrowed a red coat from the General's Mansion. When he returned to the inn, Xiaoci was lying on the dressing table next to the door with his arms pillowed, seemingly asleep.
I learned to wait for others at such a young age. It should have been the age when my mother sang children's songs and my father told stories to me.
With a bandage wrapped around her waist, Wujiang squatted down to hug her, trying to avoid exerting force on his waist. She woke up as soon as he put his hands around his shoulders, with a pair of black eyes.
"Have you eaten?" Wujiang asked.
She nodded.
The money was sitting on the dressing table, untouched.
"I'm a little hungry. Ask the waiter to bring me some food." Wujiang put her down and smiled as if asking for help.
When her feet landed on the ground, she immediately looked bright and energetic: "I'll go right away. What do you want to eat?"
"You decide, I'll change my clothes first."
When Xiao Ci came back from downstairs, Wujiang had already fallen asleep on the bed with her clothes on. Xiao Ci helped her pull the quilt and whispered: "I didn't even change my clothes. You just want me to eat."
The meal just served by the waiter was hot and delicious. What a blessing it was to have a full meal in the cold winter. She climbed onto the stool. The stool was a bit high and her feet were hanging in the air.
They were obviously strangers to each other, and it seemed that he had never asked her who she was or where she came from, but these were not important. In the past, when she was hanging out in restaurants and teahouses, she often heard adults say that all feasts must come to an end. She didn't understand. After a long time, after seeing many scenes where people said this sentence, she realized that it meant parting. This is a beautiful-sounding sentence, but adults often like to use beautiful words when dealing with sad things. However, the parting she experienced was not beautiful. The village infected by the plague was burned to ashes by a fire, and the companions who escaped together did not carry it. Through hunger, scorching heat and cold winter. Parting, for her, means the separation of life and death.
After eating, she took out the beggar's clothes she had worn before, folded them neatly and placed them on the stool beside her bed. She opened a window slit and looked at the still lively streets of Xixuan and the corners of the streets where she had slept under the eaves. .
She closed the window, took off her clothes, and climbed into bed gently. Tomorrow everything would be back to square one.
But, this winter seems to be a little warmer than before.
She slept very soundly that night. She was not suddenly awakened by wild cats or dogs looking for food in the middle of the night, nor was she kept awake all night by the howling cold wind. The soft bed and warm quilt were as if the fire had not yet started. The village is still there, with smoke rising from the kitchen stoves, and my mother standing at the door with a gentle smile.
…
When I woke up, the winter sunshine shone in lightly.
Wujiang stood in front of the window, wearing blue clothes and a hairband. The sunlight made her squint her eyes slightly. She heard the movement behind her and turned around: "Are you awake?"
Xiao Ci got up and found that the beggar's clothes she had put on the stool before going to bed last night were gone. They were replaced by a new green dress with a new color, as if it was about to burst out of the ground.
"I went to the tailor shop this morning." Wujiang noticed her gaze, "The original clothes were too old, so I threw them away for you when I went out in the morning."
Xiaoci sat on the bed and calmed down for a while, as if everything was a little different from what she thought.
After a moment, a crystal-clear, exquisite and pretty little girl was reflected in the bronze mirror. The vibrant green set off her smart eyes, which were sparkling and particularly beautiful. They contained the unique innocence of children of that age, as well as the innocence and age after innocence. Unmatched agility.
"Let's go to Fufeng Building to have breakfast first." Speaking of Fufeng, the wind just picked up outside the window and blew into the room, blowing the green hairband on Wujiang's head and a few strands of hair scattered from the temples. She was dressed in simple men's clothing and looked very capable.
Fufeng Tower is the largest teahouse in Xixuan. It has the best tea and the most wonderful storytellers. It welcomes guests and sends them there. It is a place where news is densely packed with three religions and nine streams.
They chose a seat by the window on the second floor. Through the crowd, they could hear the loud gongs and drums on the stage, telling the story of General Yanwu's heroic appearance that day when he jumped out of the high wall in an extremely exaggerated manner. Zhang, the crowd was excited.
Wujiang sat calmly, taking the fragrant tea into her mouth, taking in the noise and whispers in the teahouse one by one, and then filtered them one by one to get the news she wanted to hear most.
"There are so many things coming to our Western Xinjiang. The Western King was assassinated before, and now there is such a big event that shocked the whole country. The Western King became angry and dispatched the Prison Department to investigate the matter. Now the whole country, all over the country, All prefectures and counties are rectifying.”
"Have you caught the assassin? Didn't you say before that he escaped into the snowy mountains and disappeared?"
"Then he must be dead. Who can escape the avalanche? In the past, the entire army of Beizhou was destroyed by the avalanche."
"No, no, no, the killer's body has been found."
"When did it happen? Is it reliable?"
"My cousin is on duty in the palace. The news that just came out last night is absolutely correct, but it was hit by heavy snow. No clues can be found on him, and the person died without any evidence."
Wujiang listened one by one, judging the reliability of these words. If it was true that the body was found as the man said, then maybe he was overly worried. Everything on him was just a coincidence. If it was fake news released by the court, then what was it for? Woolen cloth……
To deceive others? Protect the dignity of the royal court? Or is there another purpose?
But no matter what, one thing Wujiang is almost certain is that they have not seen the killer's face, and they have not found any useful clues to find the killer. In other words, regardless of whether she is a killer or not, she is safe at the moment.
Discussions from all directions have not stopped yet.
"Who do you think sent it? The Western King has no heirs. If the assassination is successful, the next beneficiary will most likely be the murderer. Do you think it could be..."
"Shhhhhhhh, don't make blind guesses. You're going to risk your life. According to me, it could be a killer sent by another country. I originally thought it might be Beizhou, but now that the princess of the South Kingdom has married the prince of the Eastern Dynasty, the two countries have formed an alliance. Although Beizhou and our Western Territory have an old grudge, if they attack us at this time, he will lose a powerful ally if our dynasty is in turmoil. I think it should be sent by the Eastern Dynasty or the Southern Kingdom. Anyway, whoever sends them is the same. .”
The four kingdoms of the world were divided, where did she come from?
Just as he was thinking about it, a very discordant sound of footsteps was suddenly mixed into the discussion, walking along the stairs to the second floor, approaching Wujiang.
"Master, this position has been taken by someone today," one person said.
The man called the young master wore a brocade belt around his waist, a gold crown on his head, and was dressed in silk and satin. He raised his eyelids sideways and exhaled through his nose: "Do I still need to say this?"
"Yes, yes." The man bowed his head and bowed to meet her while straightening up and walking towards this side, "You're in my position, why don't you get out of here!"
Xiao Ci was used to begging, but she still had the fear of being expelled. When the man drank, she unconsciously wanted to stand up. The moment she was about to stand up, a soft word came from the other side: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Eat." Her heart suddenly dropped, making her inexplicably uneasy.
"Eat whatever you want, please make room for me." The man yelled hurriedly. He came over and wanted to lift the stool, but he couldn't lift it until he saw a pair of black boots stepping on the edge of the stool next to him.
"Okay, I'm actually tripping you!" He said and came forward with a fist.
Wujiang hit the table with his palm, and the chopsticks flew out of the bamboo tube. She took advantage of the situation and held two chopsticks against the knuckles of his fist. The man spread his fingers in pain. Wujiang took advantage of the situation and clamped his palm with the chopsticks. With a slight twist, the man's whole hand seemed to have been exerted by great force. The whole arm twisted outward uncontrollably, facing the fists swung by another person. The two hit each other, causing the joints to become dislocated and painful. The two of them backed away with an "ouch" and fell to the ground. At the same time, Wujiang turned his five fingers, and two chopsticks flew out from his fingertips, shooting straight away like arrows from the string. The entire noisy hall was silent for an instant, as quiet as death.
The two followers who fell to the ground looked back and followed the gazes around them. They saw that the young master was now disheveled, his face was bloodless, his lips were purple, and his legs were shaking like a sieve. The golden crown that was originally used to tie his hair passed through the entire hall and was Two chopsticks were nailed to the huge beam in the middle of the stage. The golden light was very dazzling, but it made everyone feel extremely frightened.
The two chopsticks that nailed the golden crown actually sank halfway into the pillar!
If it went down a little further, wouldn't it penetrate the skull, leaving two shocking blood holes?
The young master finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed "Ah". Before he fell, he was held up by two attendants. The three of them rolled down the stairs and left the teahouse.
It wasn't until the three people disappeared completely that the people in the teahouse started talking in low voices. Immediately afterwards, the waiter who had just greeted them hurried over with a worried look on his face: "My guest, you have offended someone. The young master just now is the only son of Li Shilang of the Ministry of Justice. He has always been used to it. You let him do this." If you can't get off the stage, he will definitely not be able to swallow this breath. He will probably come to you again. You'd better leave as soon as possible, otherwise he will bring someone here and you will not get any benefits. If you are caught and sent to the Criminal Department, you will really be in trouble every day. The ground is no longer working."
Wujiang put down the tea cup: "Then if I leave now and he can't find anyone when he comes back, will it cause trouble to Fufeng Tower?"
The waiter threw the towel over his shoulder and said proudly: "You don't have to worry about this. Our Fufeng Tower has a history of hundreds of years. What kind of unreasonable dignitaries have never seen it? The three words "Fufeng Tower" are still in today's Western culture. The king personally mentioned it, so Li Shilang of the Ministry of Punishment has to give him some face. You should think more about yourself, he will never give up and may find out where you live, but be careful."
She nodded: "Thank you."
Passing by the stage, the waiters were working together to pull out the chopsticks and take off the golden crown. Wujiang paused in his steps.
The waiter said: "We will send someone to deliver this golden crown to Mr. Li's house."
"Thank you."
After walking out of the teahouse, the streets of Xixuan were bustling with people coming and going. Xiaoci asked: "Where should we go next?"
Wujiang scratched his head and said, "I think we need to change to an inn."
Xiao Ci: "Are you worried that he will come to your door?"
Wujiang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, it's because we have no money. We can't afford to stay in that inn."
This is the result of excessive and uncontrolled squandering...
