The new house is decorated with exquisite furnishings and rare calligraphy and paintings.
Jiuji is a demon spirit in the mountains. She cannot recognize a few mortal characters, so she can only take a look at the meaning of these calligraphy and paintings from the side.
Except for monks, ordinary people cannot borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use, so they use pictures, patterns, auspicious words, etc. to guide the power in the dark. Although they cannot practice, they can add some luck and success.
At this time, she saw many patterns in the new house, such as dragons and phoenixes, parallel lotus flowers, and magpies climbing branches. If she looked at it with her spiritual vision, she could faintly see the spiritual energy as thin as cotton threads, gathering here.
She sat here looking at the calligraphy and paintings, and waiting for Zhong Shaoqing to come back.
But until the drum beat frequently and the night fell into silence, Zhong Heqing didn't come back.
It was Mrs. Jin who was in charge of the courtyard, and she timidly spoke to Jiu Ji who had walked to the door.
"Madam, please rest. My husband seems to be resting in the front yard. You, please don't wait any longer."
The golden lady said, looking at the mistress uneasily.
At midnight last night, the husband only stayed in the new house for half a night before leaving. Today, he left the house early. When he returned to the house in the afternoon, he did not go to the main courtyard to see his wife again.
On the other hand, when the lady came back from him in the afternoon, she went back to the main courtyard and waited until the moon was in the sky.
But the lights in the front yard were turned off, and it was obvious that Lang Jun would not come over tonight.
The golden lady spoke the truth, mentally prepared to be punished by her master.
Who would have thought that this new master just said "oh".
Lady Jin looked up and saw that her expression was calm. There was no anger or resentment on her face, but her eyes were half lowered, as if she was thinking about something.
In the dead of night, the only sound in the courtyard is the rustling of the begonia leaves in the wind, and the rustling ground adds to the sense of silence in the courtyard.
Lady Jin looked at the person in front of her, and saw neither the domineering rumored in her face nor the so-called arrogance in her expression.
She was wearing a moon-white muslin gown and stood thoughtfully in the shadow of the lamp on the porch, with only the shadow by her side.
Lady Jin didn't know what she was thinking until she spoke again.
"Thank you for reminding me, I understand."
After saying that, he actually smiled and nodded to her, then turned around and returned to the room.
Madam Jin blinked and looked at her leaving figure. She was stunned for a while before retreating.
Not long after, the lights in the Bell Mansion were extinguished, and everyone was quiet, just like the entire city of Tokyo, falling into a slumber of night.
... ...
The next day Zhong Heqing also went out early in the morning. As soon as he left, Jiu Ji went to his front yard.
The servants were startled when they saw her coming, but Jiu Ji was not going to do anything else. She just took Xu Chi for a walk, but she walked all the places in the front yard.
Unfortunately, Xu Chi still had no obvious reaction.
It seems that Itachiyu's hiding space is no longer in the front yard.
Apart from the front and back yards, there is only the backyard garden with lush grass.
The backyard of the Zhong Mansion is huge, and you can see a few of it on the drawings Jiu Ji presented from her servants.
It is said that not long after Zhong Heqing recognized his ancestor and returned to the clan, the Zhong Mansion only had time to repair the front yard and inner yard before getting married. The backyard garden had just started construction, and a large area was covered with weeds and was unpopular.
Jiu Ji was about to find an excuse to go, but Zhong Heqing came back before noon.
In this way, Jiu Ji could only go back to the main courtyard and wait for the opportunity.
She couldn't wait for any opportunity all day long. At night, when she thought Zhong Heqing wouldn't come again, the man opened the door and walked in.
On the first day of the wedding, there was a bridal chamber, so he followed the rules, which Jiuji could understand. On the second day of the wedding, he had nothing to say to her, so it was understandable that he didn't come.
But on today, the third day of the wedding, what was he doing suddenly?
Didn’t Grandma Liu say that the so-called return home after three dynasties was moved to after March?
Jiu Ji thought that he might have something to say when he came here today.
If you remain silent, what difference will you make to a stranger on the street? Even if they sleep on the same bed, they don't know each other.
She waited for him unhurriedly, poured a cup of green tea that mortals often drink, and began to drink it.
This time, he really didn't pretend to be dumb anymore.
He looked at her under the window, drinking tea slowly, and finally spoke.
"You don't have to go to the front yard to hint to me. I will remember what I promised you."
The man's voice was as deep as the bottom of the ocean.
After saying that, he looked like he was owed money, frowned and went inside to change clothes.
Jiuji:?
First of all, how did he figure out that she went to the front yard to suggest such a thing?
Secondly, what should he have ordered?
It's a pity that Jiuji is just Jiuji, not the bride Tang Yirao. She doesn't know what the agreement between him and Tang Yirao is.
She couldn't ask, since she knew he didn't like his new wife very much.
But he didn't want to see her. Now he went into the inner room and changed his clothes. He sat on the bed and looked at her impatiently. What did he mean?
The incense burner burned with a thick, sweet aroma.
Jiu Ji was not unhappy with his attitude, she just felt that some mortals had really weird interests.
She drank all the tea in her hand and followed his wishes and went to the bedside. When she saw him lying in the tent, she also took off her coat and entered the tent.
The emotions of mortals are so complicated that it is really difficult to distinguish the monsters who practice in the mountains.
Jiu Ji turned to look at him curiously.
Without the bright light of the dragon and phoenix wedding candles, the interior of the tent was even darker. With only the light from the moon, I could see that there was a small hump on the bridge of his tall nose, which made his already angular profile even more attractive. A sense of edges.
Jiuji looked at him quietly.
But he silently untied his belt.
Jiu Ji blinked in surprise, and before she could react, he turned around.
... ...
Compared with the wedding night, Zhong Shaoqing was obviously more silent tonight.
It seems to be looking for a quick solution, but it cannot be completed quickly.
Jiu Ji's whole body was hot, her hair was scattered and intertwined under his impact, sweat was soaked in her hair, and it was soaked through.
However, his movements showed no sign of relaxation. Jiu Ji's waist became sore, and the wonderful feeling from the last time also disappeared due to his impatience.
She felt uncomfortable and wanted to say something, but the man finally ended this dull moment. With a low groan, Jiuji looked up. There were beads of sweat falling on his forehead, and he raised his arms and breathed heavily. He put on his clothes.
Jiuji's waist was sore and swollen to the extreme, and her legs ached slightly.
She endured it, secretly adjusted her breathing, and slowly sat up.
She moved and accidentally knocked off the pillow that was squeezed beside the bed.
The pillow fell and landed right at the man's feet.
Jiu Ji reached out to pick it up. Unexpectedly, she didn't touch the pillow, but she touched the hot fingers with clear joints.
Under the moonlight, he seemed slightly stunned.
But in the next breath, as if he was touched by something disgusting, he retracted his hand instantly.
Jiuji was stunned.
But just like on the wedding night, he strode away without saying a word or looking at her.
The steps brought up a gentle breeze, and then stopped suddenly when he slammed the door behind his back.
Jiuji looked at the banging door and frowned slowly.
*
Tokyo City, Outer City Pingjiaofang.
Compared with the lavish residences of wealthy families in the inner city, the houses here are one after another, and the small houses are inhabited by ordinary people from all over the world who come to Tokyo to seek life.
Ordinary people have limited candle and lamp oil in their homes, so they all turn off their lights at night, and there are not even one or two lights left in the courtyard.
Everyone went to bed early, and before Hai Shi passed, they slept for half of their sleep.
In the dark and secluded courtyard, the woman felt faintly. She faintly heard the noise outside and walked out of the room in the dark.
There was no one in the courtyard, but from the alley not far away, there were voices calling for someone.
"Dad? Is dad here?"
"Old man, where are you?"
"Sir? Sir?!"
When the woman heard those calls, she looked like Mr. Du who was teaching in a private school in Xunfang.
It's so late at night, hasn't the old gentleman gone home yet?
At this moment, staggering footsteps and faint shouts suddenly came from the alley outside the courtyard gate.
"Help... help..."
Then, there was a bang and the person seemed to fall to the ground.
Could it be Mr. Du? !
The woman was startled and wanted to go out to check, but it was pitch dark everywhere. She quickly went back to the house, lit the oil lamp, and ran out.
She hurriedly unlatched the door, opened the door with an oil lamp and looked outside.
The alley on the left is empty.
A gust of night wind blew up deep in the alley, and the wind swirled at her feet. The wind was filled with a thick smell of blood!
Her whole body stiffened instantly, except for her neck, which slowly turned to the right.
In the dark alley late at night, a pair of bright red eyes looked straight at her.
"ah!"
She suddenly threw the oil lamp in her hand out, and the oil lamp rolled toward the alley. The light did not go out for some reason, but it illuminated the alley.
I saw that the darkness was full of blood, and in the blood lay an old gentleman with gray hair.
And there was a "person" lying on the old gentleman's body.
At this time, in the alley on a spring night, a burst of fallen leaves rolled up from nowhere and wrapped around the old gentleman.
The lights flickered on.
At first glance, she saw the "person" lying on the old gentleman among the fallen leaves. His face was actually covered with long gray hairs.
And under the gray hair, there is a long kiss that does not belong to mortals.
She stared blankly, and the "person" seemed to notice something and turned to look at her.
It actually has half-inch long pale fangs!
"Ah - ah -"
The woman fell to the ground in shock.
"There are monsters, there are monsters! Monsters kill people!"
*
In the early morning, the sky is still dark.
In the study room in the outer courtyard, Zhong Heqing was awakened by the noise of people.
"What happened?"
He asked outside the room, and the person who answered was Chang Sui Guanxing.
"Lang Jun, there was a murder case in the outer city at night. Half of the city was in commotion, and the officials were woken up. The Kaifeng Mansion cannot handle the case, and the palace has announced that Lord Xun and you will come to the palace!"
Zhong Heqing was shocked when he heard this.
The official family is getting old, and recently he is not even able to go to court in the morning.
The official family had a poor relationship with the heirs, and now they only had one son, King Xian, who was not yet crowned emperor. Even so, the affairs of the court could only be handled by King Xian.
What kind of murder case could reach such a stage that the chief minister of Dali Temple and himself, a young minister, were announced to enter the palace before dawn?
He didn't dare to neglect, went back to his room, got dressed and hurried there.
*
On the second day of the wedding, Zhong Heqing didn't come, so Aunt Liu had a lot to say. He came that day and left again in the middle of the night. The words she wanted to say jumped out of the boiling water on the stove, which was bubbling. .
But Jiuji didn't want to hear a word.
Her body was so sore and swollen that she finally got better after adjusting her breathing.
If there is no wonderful pleasure to be had in this matter, then it might as well be nothing at all.
Demons are not as complicated as these mortals, or Jiu Ji is not deeply involved in the world and has never seen complicated demons.
Jiu Ji cannot understand the thoughts of ordinary people.
But she is a demon, with demonic powers that ordinary creatures do not have and a long life span of hundreds of years. Even if Zhong Shaoqing seems to be not very good to her at the moment, Jiu Ji thinks that he is a mortal after all, and it doesn't matter if she is more tolerant. Her first love relationship.
She once heard the eighth sister's twin sisters say that love is not a bad thing for demons, otherwise the long life of demons would be too lonely, unless this love is evil and cannot bring about anything wonderful, but will encounter bad luck and be hurt. .
If so, cut it off immediately and never look back.
She thought that Zhong Heqing, a mortal, should not be able to hurt her, and she would be willing to be more tolerant, unless he really annoyed her and disappointed her.
If that were the case, her first relationship would be over.
But no matter what, finding Itachi Jade is the top priority.
She was going to go straight to the backyard of Zhong Mansion.
It's just that she didn't use her identity as Mrs. Zhong this time, but told her servants that she wanted to catch up on her sleep and not to disturb her if nothing happened.
After Jiuji finished speaking, she returned to the room.
inside the room.
Jiu Ji turned around and raised her hand to wave into the tent. The green light flashed slightly inside the tent, and a figure lay flat in the gauze tent.
The facial features were exactly the same, the body shape was exactly the same, except there was a huge blood scab on her forehead.
Jiu Ji stretched out her hand a little, and the blood scab disappeared.
Tang Yirao's body seemed to be asleep, with no abnormalities visible.
Jiuji opened the window.
The next breath, a civet cat jumped out of the window lattice.
On the high wall of Daiwa, the vigorous figure of a civet cat walks on it. The morning sunlight shines on her shoulders and back, illuminating the gray and brown civet flowers all over her body. The gray is like silver and the brown is like gold. They are faintly shining in the sky. .
She walked lightly and silently along the wall for a while, jumped a few more times, swung her tail and disappeared into the flower bed from the corner of the main courtyard, heading towards the backyard.
The square where the Zhongfu is located is full of royal relatives, especially the palace facing the east. The Taoist priests have set up boundaries in this square. When Jiu Ji appears in her original form, the evil spirit will be obvious, but as long as she does not go in or out of the Zhongfu and touch the boundary , it doesn’t matter if you just walk around the house.
She expected that the backyard of Zhong Mansion would arouse Xu Chi's interest, but she didn't expect that after turning around for more than half a circle, Xu Chi's reaction was really mediocre.
Jiu Ji walked towards the east end of the mansion, which was the only repaired area in the backyard. The bricks and tiles in the courtyard were replaced, and weeds were removed from the road. She looked carefully and saw a two-story building in the bushes.
If I remember correctly, it was a study room in the Zhong Mansion.
She only glanced at it twice before she noticed that Xu Chi had slipped out at some point and poked his head near the tip of her ear.
Jiu Ji secretly felt something was going on and was about to go to the study.
Unexpectedly, she heard a sound of footsteps in the distance. She jumped up to a high branch and looked -
On the newly repaired road, the man walking in front was dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, and his neatly aligned chin became more and more obvious in the sunlight. He was none other than Zhong Heqing.
Behind him, there were three or four people wearing indigo trousers. Those people were wearing swords or whisks. Unfortunately, they were all Taoist priests, and they all seemed to be cultivators.
Zhong Heqing, what are you doing here with so many Taoist cultivators?
Jiu Ji didn't understand the situation and couldn't go to the study anymore, so she turned around and jumped down from the treetop.
