The door to the main courtyard was open, and the wind lantern was shaking in the wind. The fire in the lamp was calm, and the light filled the courtyard, and the stream of light turned around.
Zhong Heqing saw that people in the courtyard were indeed waiting for him.
It's just that she's not like other wives sitting at the stone table drinking tea, cutting flowers at the bottom of the corridor, or doing embroidery under the lamp. Instead, she is leaning under the pomegranate tree on the edge of the corridor, folding her arms and thinking about something. What? Jin Litong didn’t even notice that he was back.
Instead, a gust of wind blew over her, causing her to half-cover her mouth and nose and yawn.
"I kept you waiting for a long time. Are you sleepy?"
The man's voice suddenly reached her ears, and Jiu Ji realized that he was back.
"You're back?"
"Yeah. It's my fault that I came back late."
The night wind came through the branches and leaves of the pomegranate tree, gently curling into the broken hair next to the person's ear. It was itchy and had an indescribable feeling, just like his inexplicable soft words at the moment.
But Jiu Ji raised her head to look at him, only to see that he didn't meet her gaze. Instead, he lowered his eyes and cleared his throat.
"Since it's getting late and the night wind is blowing in the courtyard, let's go back to the room and wash up."
Jiu Ji wanted to wash up and wash up. What was he doing with his eyes downcast? Are you too sleepy to open your eyes? If so, wouldn't it be convenient for her to ask him about the case tonight?
But she followed the good advice and went back to the room with him, letting Madam Jin fetch water for her to wash up, thinking in her mind whether to ask and how to ask safely.
Before, the intervention could be said to be the reason why the pure yin body could communicate with the dream. Now if he asked too many questions, would it arouse his suspicion?
Jiu Ji hadn't thought about what to ask for a while, but after she finished washing, Mrs. Jin had already blown out some candles for them, leaving only the one in Lang Jun's hand, and then withdrew with a smile on her face.
The man picked up the remaining small lamp and walked to the tent.
It was indeed getting late, and the drums were louder and louder outside. Jiu Ji simply entered the tent, and he followed her in. He pressed the small lamp in his hand and placed it outside the tent.
Jiu Ji was still thinking about how to ask without leaving any trace, but under the dim light of the small lamp, she saw him quietly untiing her clothes.
Jiuji was slightly startled.
He folded the clothes he took off and put them aside. The man's arms and chest had a special shiny, undulating and tight feeling under the lamp.
Jiu Ji was distracted for a moment, but when she came back to her senses, he had gently opened the ties on her clothes.
well? no?
In a daze, he had folded the clothes she had left behind and helped her put them beside her pillow.
A long-lost sticky hot aroma floated into the tent, and the aroma gradually made the tent feel damp and hot, especially as he got closer.
Wait a minute!
But he leaned over and placed his increasingly hot palm on Jiuji's arm. Jiuji didn't know why she lay down, but her shiny and undulating chest pressed against her, and her heavy breathing reached her ears.
He is...
The hot coals from the fire fell onto the slippery mouth of the bottle, and the intertwined breathing became heavier in an instant.
Jiu Ji took a deep breath, and the fine sweat spontaneously gathered and slid towards the ends of her hair.
This is not what she is waiting for when he comes back!
But... uh, okay, okay.
... ...
The last time this happened was more than half a month ago, and it was just after the wedding.
But that time made Jiuji very uncomfortable. He just finished the task impatiently in the sticky aroma like a crossroads.
After that, there were many gaps between the two, and they never had any contact again.
Of course Jiuji doesn't care, she doesn't want him to come again today.
It's just that today, it seems a little different from before.
The heat in the tent was rising steadily with his movements, and the sticky aroma seemed not to be strong tonight, or perhaps it had been diluted by the hot and humid breath, and the sticky feeling was gone, leaving only a slight fragrance flowing on the tip of the nose.
He was obviously much more patient tonight, and his movements were much gentler, like moonlight flowing on a stone slab, slowly turning around.
The drum sounded again at some point, and Jiuji's thoughts were worn away by him like an hourglass, leaving only a few unclear thoughts.
The one who is sleepy now is not him, but her.
What she was going to ask him about, she really couldn't ask him anymore. Until it was over, Jiuji simply fell down and fell asleep.
... ...
It wasn't until there was a rustling movement around her that Jiuji opened her eyes and realized that it was almost dawn.
She sat up and saw that the man had not left last night. He seemed to have just gotten up and was getting dressed.
The unfamiliar scene made Jiuji sit by the bed and take a second look.
He was a little surprised to see her awake. He asked her "if she wanted to drink water" and took some clothes and walked over to her.
Jiuji didn't need to drink water, but he put the clothes on her shoulders.
Jiu Ji looked over in surprise.
Could it be that there is someone else inside him?
What was going on in her heart was reflected in the strange look in her eyes.
Zhong Heqing lowered his head slightly.
"It's still a little cold in the morning." He put his clothes on her shoulders again.
Jiuji felt a little uncomfortable in these intimate actions and didn't know what was wrong with him.
But she suddenly remembered something she wanted to ask but didn't ask yesterday.
How to ask this question without being abrupt? Jiuji didn't think of it yesterday, but today she has something to say.
She watched the man put away the gauze beside the bed and said.
"I've been having dreams about monsters and ghosts for the past two days. Fortunately, you came yesterday, so I slept much more peacefully."
She tried to praise him first.
Zhong Heqing paused in closing the gauze curtain. After hearing this, he lowered his head to look at her and saw her blinking and her eyes crinkled.
The chirping of birds in the early morning was as sweet as the dewdrops in their mouths, flowing in from the window.
The hot flashes and wet scent from last night still lingered inside the bed tent.
The man's ears felt slightly hot at these words.
He didn't respond, but Jiu Ji saw the corner of his lips raised slightly.
The emotions of mortals are really so subtle that you will miss them if you are not paying attention. Fortunately, Jiuji captured them.
She calmed down and immediately asked the question she had been pondering all night.
"Have you caught the monster who committed the crime?"
He hummed, "Right now, we just caught a demon involved in the case, and we haven't convicted him yet."
When Jiuji heard this, she had a gut feeling.
If An Sanniang's son was indeed the murderer of the private school teacher, then based on Zhong Heqing's many days of planning, the conclusion should have been made yesterday, but he said he had not been convicted.
Jiuji was somewhat partial to the kindred spirit she was looking for, but it was normal for demons to prefer demons, but it was difficult for mortals to prefer demons.
Jiuji couldn't help but said to the young minister of Dali Temple in front of her.
"Since he has not been convicted, it is possible that he is not the real murderer, right? In fact, I heard that most demons are just like ordinary people. It is not easy for them to tighten their belts and live a life. How can they kill people at will?"
Her thoughts are completely different from others.
People from Dali Temple and Mr. Du's family members subconsciously thought that the real culprit had been found out when they heard that he had captured a suspect from the demon shop.
But she had no such subconscious idea.
Zhong Heqing sat on the chair beside the bed.
"Madam, do you think the criminal is not a demon?"
She couldn't say whether it was Yao Jiuji, but she felt that he might not be An Sanniang's son.
She said she didn't know, but she didn't forget to cover herself up.
"I just heard from the Taoist master who was around me before about demons. Demons have their own lives to live like people. How can they hurt people without any reason? He is still a good person like Mr. Du."
She asked him in turn, "What do you think, Mr. Lang?"
Zhong Heqing nodded.
"What the lady said is reasonable. However, there are many doubts about this suspect at the moment. If he has no way to prove his innocence, and Dali Temple has not found evidence of other demons or people committing the crime, then it will be difficult for him to get away with it."
As he said this, Jiuji crossed her arms and started thinking.
The dim light of the morning sun squeezed in through the narrow cracks in the window lattice, illuminating the dim room a little. She sat there with her arms folded.
She seems to like this action very much. When she is thinking, when she is laughing, when she is in a daze, when she is unhappy...
Lightning flashed in his mind, and Zhong Heqing suddenly remembered something.
That night, he went to Tokyo Yaofang's Yamen for the first time, and when he came out, he met the girl who saved him.
At that time, against the light of the snow jade stone, the fox servant said something that displeased her, and she also crossed her arms...
Thoughts passed by like lightning, and Zhong Heqing was stunned for a moment.
But apart from that, these two figures have no other similarities.
