Using the cover of night, we approached the wall of Jinghui Building and waited in the darkness for a while. When your breathing calms down, everything around you can be heard more clearly. There was no sound inside the wall, except for a few barking dogs in the distance. He calmed down for a moment, then used his legs to cross the wall.
Nowadays, his cultivation in Qi-nourishing realm is getting deeper and deeper, and his movements are much more agile and faster than before. Although he wears a suit of armor, it only makes a clanging sound in the night wind. After landing at the other end, I looked intently into the courtyard. I saw that the courtyard here was full of pavilions and waterside pavilions, and no one was walking around.
The stone niche on the roadside seemed to enshrine the Earth Master here, and a lantern was hung at the courtyard gate, so the light in the courtyard was not very dim. Li Bochen touched a rock in the shadow and sat down, feeling the Yin spirit leave his body.
He wandered around the atrium for a week and didn't notice anything unusual, so he passed through the moon gate and went back. Jinghui Building is a twin building surrounded by houses where servants live. But despite this, the layout is elegant and quiet, like a garden.
In order to protect myself and not care about prying into people's privacy, I first took a look around the servants' residences and saw that most of them were ordinary people, three others seemed to be martial arts masters, and one seemed to be a cultivator. , meditating and adjusting the breath.
These few people must be the house masters hired by Jinghui Tower. The level of the cultivator is not very high. Li Bochen was afraid that he was different, so he stared at his room for a while, only to find that he had fallen asleep sitting down. .
So he went to the building again. There are more people in the building, and the first floor is filled with maids on night duty. But they were all tired and drowsy. Li Bochen originally wanted to find out and find a servant to ask the girl which room she lived in and then knock her unconscious, but when he saw two maids on duty next to the door on the first floor, he was listening to their conversation.
One said to the other: "Drink some tea and hold on. Miss Qiao is not having a good time these days. Be careful if she calls the doctor at night. If she doesn't listen, mother will scold her again."
The other one yawned profusely, but still stood up and said: "I can't do it... How about I go up and take a look. If she is asleep, let's sleep for a while."
The one from before said, "That's fine - when you get to the second floor, ask Xiao Sier for some sweet dumplings for me."
Li Bochen was overjoyed and thought to himself that he was really going to doze off. The maid got up and went upstairs, and he followed her. The little girl walked a few steps and rubbed her arms. She seemed to feel cold, but she had no reaction.
She went up to the third floor and listened quietly in front of the door of a room at the east end. Li Bochen knew that this must be the room of "Qiao Girl". The lights in the house were all turned off and it was quiet. The maid took a breath and tiptoed downstairs.
Li Bochen was still worried, so he immediately looked around the rooms on the three floors, and his face turned red. After sweeping the second floor, go straight through the wall and into Miss Qiao's room.
Her house is quite large, with a tea room and a bathing and toileting area outside. There is a study room inside, and the bedroom further inside.
Li Bochen paused in front of the bedroom door and thought to himself, Miss Qiao, please forgive me for being abrupt - I really have no choice but to do so.
Then he went in through the door and saw people.
As a Yin God, he can naturally see the room at a glance. I found that there was indeed a woman in the house, but she was not sleeping on the bed, but sleeping on the table. Wearing an apricot-yellow light shirt, a moon-white skirt, and a black bun. A few strands of hair were loose and hanging down beside her face, making the side face and slender neck look particularly white and moist.
I couldn't see her face, but just looking at her figure, I felt very beautiful.
She pressed a piece of gold-sprinkled rice paper under her bright wrist. Li Boxen looked at the paper and saw three words: "Spring is Coming Evening."
It seems like I have trouble sleeping late at night and want to write a poem, but I only get the first three words and I feel sleepy.
He walked around the room again, and in addition to some of his daughter's favorite things, there was actually a sheathed rapier hanging on the wall. The scabbard and hilt of the sword are extremely ornately decorated and are worth a lot of money. But it seems that it can only be used for sword dance, and it is difficult to kill enemies.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But Li Bochen frowned slightly, feeling that this was abnormal - if Ye Lu had been here, if he had asked her, why did he leave again? They took the life of an insider in the Sui Dynasty. How could they let this clever girl go here?
Is it because... they found out through some magic spell on the gold medal that they were blessed with Beichen's luck, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while?
Thinking of this, he moved closer and took a closer look at the beautiful girl. It was the first time in many years that he was so close to a sleeping woman, but he had various thoughts in his heart, but he didn't have any thoughts that he shouldn't have.
When he looked at her neck again, he suddenly realized something was wrong——
There seemed to be a newly healed wound on her throat, about the size of a soybean. Li Bochen's heart moved, and she felt that the injury must have been caused by a sharp object. It seemed that someone had put a dagger or rapier against her throat a few days ago, leaving this wound.
It was Ye Lu and the others - they really had been here, and they should have forced her to say something. The two maids downstairs said that she was "not feeling well" these days, maybe that was why.
Li Boxen walked out through the wall and returned to his physical body in the vestibule.
Knowing that Ye Lu's people were tracking him before, he could still guess what they wanted to do - he killed Xu Cheng, the spiritual master, and they should want to find out his identity. Then whether to capture or win over, the decision will be made by the higher-ups.
But now if you feel that you are a descendant of Beichen, you should think carefully about capturing him. Their plan must have changed. If they wanted to find some clues, they had to dig something out of the mouth of that clever girl.
He stood up, stretched his legs and feet, and went straight into the backyard under the darkness. When he got downstairs, he jumped up two floors and stood on the eaves above the second floor.
He took out Yao Hou from his waist, gently opened the wooden bolt in the window, stepped inside, and closed the window again. It was windy outside, and there was a loud whine when I opened the window, blowing the cotton curtains off the window. Li Bochen stood quietly for a moment, hearing no movement in the room, and then stepped out from behind the cotton curtain.
The room was warmer than expected. No wonder Lin Qiao was dressed so thinly. The third floor must have been paved with floor coverings, so the small building looked very tall.
At this time, my vision was not as clear as when the Yin spirit left the body, but I had written down all the objects in the house before, so I didn't encounter anything when I walked towards the inner room.
He walked to the door of the inner room, reached out and gently pushed the door open. He was thinking about how to wake Lin Qiao up, but suddenly he saw a cold light going straight to his throat.
He was startled in his heart, but he calmed down in the next moment - the sword's attack would be considered fast and cruel in the eyes of ordinary people, but to him, it looked light and airy. There was a gust of fragrant wind in the darkness a few steps in front of her, and there was the sound of the friction of thin clothes. She immediately knew that the sound of the wind had awakened Lin Qiao, and she took the sword from the wall.
He didn't hide, he raised his hand, clamped the blade of the sword firmly with two fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Lin, I'm not a bad person."
Feeling the strength in his hand, it was Lin Qiao who wanted to pull the sword back. He then let go of his hand, but did not put it down, saying that she was panicking and might stab her again.
Unexpectedly, I heard her whisper: "Then who are you?"
Then there was a soft sound, and she sheathed the sword.
Li Boxen really didn't expect her to be so calm, and was stunned for a moment. Then she saw a faint light coming on in the room, which gradually became brighter and warmed the whole room - Lin Qiao turned on the talisman lamp on the table.
Li Bochen finally saw her face. Reflected in the light, she looks white and slender, like a pretty girl next door. But a pair of eyes are particularly smart, and there is a certain tenderness in her eyes. One look at her and you will feel that such a woman is naturally gentle and lovely, and you can't help but want to cherish her. Although not as beautiful as Li Qiuhu, it makes people feel more close to her.
Li Bochen couldn't help but think to himself, no wonder she is the number one in Jinghui Tower. Then he woke up and said hurriedly: "Li Bochen, my mother may have an old relationship with Ling Ci, and I want to ask the girl something. I really have no choice but to come here late at night."
Lin Qiao stood by the table holding the sheathed sword, her expression originally a little cold. But after hearing what he said, his expression softened and he said softly: "Li Boxen?"
Listening to the tone in which she pronounced her name, she seemed to have thought of something. Li Bochen thought to himself, did Ye Lu really ask?
But he saw her looking at him carefully again, and her eyes lit up: "Are you the Li Bochen in the sea arrest document? The Li Bochen who killed the grandson of the Sui Dynasty King?"
...Is this what she was thinking of? Li Boxen was stunned for a moment, but he still said in a deep voice: "Yes."
Lin Qiao suddenly smiled, raised his hand and put the sword on the table, as if he was no longer wary of him: "I thought it was some charlatan who was bold enough to come and go to my place. It turns out it was you, the great hero - who wanted to Come on, why don’t you come in the evening?”
Her tone suddenly became extremely friendly. When Li Bochen looked at her appearance just now, he felt that she might be a cold beauty with her appearance and demeanor. Unexpectedly, her voice was as clear and mellow as an oriole, and there was no hint of pretense when she spoke. She was just like the girl next door.
But he said that since he is the top card, he must have the means to please his patrons. Maybe what she is showing now is just out of habit, but she is still wary of herself in her heart!
Then he took two steps back and said: "Miss Lin, this is really what I want to ask about, and it should not be known to outsiders. My mother's name is Chang Tingwei, and she stayed at Lin Qiaozui Food Shop more than 20 years ago. I came here to ask, did Ling Ci mention her or say anything during his lifetime?"
As he spoke, he observed Lin Qiao's expression, but she just stood leaning against the table, her face tilted slightly to listen. Seeing that he didn't talk about killing the grandson of the Sui King, but mentioned Lin Qiaozui's restaurant, he covered his mouth and yawned lightly, saying: "I don't know what you are talking about. More than twenty years ago? I still Not yet born.”
Judging from her age, she is indeed similar to him, or maybe a year or two younger than him. Li Bochen felt a little disappointed, but suddenly thought, what happened to the injury on her neck? It was obviously injured by a sharp weapon. If Ye Lu had come to ask her a few days ago, and now that she mentioned it again, why was there no response at all?
Are you not wanting to cause trouble and pretending not to know?
Li Boxen asked: "So, has anyone asked the girl about the same thing a few days ago?"
Lin Qiao covered her mouth and yawned again, slowly sat back on the embroidery stool beside the table, and said with a forced smile: "Brother Li, I really don't know. It's too late at this time, and I'm tired too. Do you want to You really want to see me, how about tomorrow afternoon? I’ll tell mom then that I won’t charge you for the food and drinks.”
Li Bochen frowned and thought to himself, Ye Lu and the others have really never been here? Does she now regard herself as the kind of lewd thief who is strapped for money but still wants a sweet kiss?
That injury on the neck...could it have been scratched by a hairpin or something? But how come the hairpin is drawn at that angle?
Just as he was thinking of this, Lin Qiao stood up again and said, "Okay... I'll make tea for Brother Li to warm up. You can leave later, okay?"
...Her hesitation made her feel like she was holding back, right?
Li Bochen sighed: "No need. I just -"
But Lin Qiao had already taken a thin shirt from the clothes hanger and put it on. She smiled, walked out, and said softly: "I don't have time to be happy when I usually meet a person like Brother Li. In fact, my little sister said a few days ago I'm very tired today after being sick, and it's really unbearable to do other things."
As she spoke, she walked to the outer room, lifted up the gauze and entered the tea room, turning on the talisman lamp there.
Then he lit the copper stove in the corner of the room and put a copper soup bottle on the stove to boil water. He knelt down beside the couch and said, "Brother Li, does he like flowers? I also like flowers - look at it. The two spring trees in my house are not blooming well."
She kept talking, and Li Bochen couldn't get a word in. Hearing her mention that "it's really unbearable to do other things", I understood what this "other things" meant. In a place like this, with a man and a woman alone in the same room late at night, and seeing her in thin clothes, with her neck and arms exposed like snow, even though I had all kinds of doubts, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in my heart, and said "goodbye" to the two of them. No words came out for a while.
Hearing her mention the Spring Festival again, he looked where she pointed. I saw a black porcelain vase lining the white wall, with two light yellow jasmine flowers inserted in the vase, which was particularly elegant.
Lin Qiao then took out a pink and yellow porcelain jar with silver filigree from the cupboard in the tea room, took out a ball of tea cake from the jar with silver tweezers, wrapped it in bamboo paper and put it in a white porcelain bowl with a small silver hammer. Pounding them slowly, he whispered softly: "But these two flowers, if they still grow in the greenhouse, they can bloom for a long time. Even if they wither, they will bloom again next year. But now they have been picked and enjoyed for a while. Jing'er, in a few days it will be broken into pieces and turned into dust, it won't be any better."
Li Boxen thought to himself, there is no reason to tell me what flowers to say?
But the next moment his face turned red, and he suddenly understood. Is she comparing the flower to herself? Tell yourself not to use force, and don't think about kidnapping her!
Who does she think I am! ? Could it be that after being a promiscuous woman for a long time, do you really think that all men in this world are lustful and shameless people? What he said was all the truth, but it seemed like she didn't listen!
At this time, Lin Qiao was making tea with her face sideways, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her appearance was pretty. Set against the spring scenery and the white wall behind it, it really looks like a fairy in the Moon Palace. But Li Bochen felt a bit disgusted in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Lin, there's no need to drink the tea. Take your leave."
Lin Qiao turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Why, Brother Li is so anxious again? Will he blame me for my poor hospitality in the future?"
After saying this, he saw Li Bochen's face, and was slightly startled, and said: "Ah... Brother Li, did you want to go elsewhere? It's my little sister who can't speak - she just picked this flower a few days ago, and she got sick again these days. I felt a bit self-pitying for a moment. Brother Li, please don’t be the same as me - I’ll give you tea instead of wine to accompany you, okay?”
When she said these words, her face looked pitiful again, as if she had just done it unintentionally.
Li Bochen was originally a little angry in his heart, but seeing her like this, the anger dissipated a little. He thought to himself, this promiscuous woman is so serious... I don't know which of her words are sincere and which of her words are false!
But he was a soft-spoken person, and he thought that he had misunderstood her - he broke in late at night and startled a sick woman, and then walked away with a cold face. It was really a bastard thing. He simply drank a cup of tea from her without appearing to be narrow-minded - but he would never say anything more to her.
He forced a smile and said, "Okay. Then there's Miss Laoqiao."
After saying this, he lifted up the gauze and walked into the tea room, kneeling down in front of the tea table.
Lin Qiao pursed her lips and smiled and said no more. He mashed the tea cake, took the bamboo paper, shook the tea foam into the small grinder on the side, held the grinding wheel with both hands, and ground the tea foam into finer pieces. Then he transferred the fine tea to a tea basket and sifted it gently, then put the sifted fine powder into a pink and yellow porcelain tea tube, and then said: "Brother Li, how do you like this tea?"
Li Bochen really doesn't understand tea, and he doesn't like to drink boiled tea at this time. But after watching Lin Qiao's slender hands do these things for herself gracefully and calmly for a while, and smelling the fragrance of the tea powder, I really felt a lot calmer.
Only then did he think to himself, I am really ashamed. So what if she thinks I'm a slut? It is not a glorious thing for a man to sneak into a woman's boudoir late at night. The girl's family thought this way because they were afraid. The words I just said were extremely euphemistic. But now she is trying to support her sick body to please herself, thinking she is protecting herself - but she is resentful in her heart, and it is really not her husband's fault.
He sighed: "The tea is very good. Miss Lin, I'm so sorry."
Lin Qiao smiled lightly, shook her head slightly, took a teaspoon from the tea tube and scooped a spoonful of powdered tea into the tea pot. She stood up again, padded her hands with a white handkerchief, picked up the copper bottle with boiling water, and slowly poured it into the tea pot. Pour the water into the teapot and stir it slowly with a fine tea spoon. I saw the blue waves in the pot rippling slightly, the tea powder floating like snow, and the fragrance filled the room.
She placed the tea pot on a shallow porcelain plate, placed her hands on the table in front of Li Boxen, and said, "Brother Li, please use it."
At this time, Li Boxen's heart had completely calmed down. Just as he was about to raise his hand to pick up the teacup and drink it all, Lin Qiao reached over and said, "Brother Li, please wait a little longer. This water is a bit hot now."
Li Bochen thought to himself that he was so rough-skinned and thick-bodied, how could he not be hot? Just as he was about to speak, Lin Qiao reached out and dipped his hand into the tea cup, quickly wrote a few words on the tea table, wiped them all away with a flick of his hand, and said with a chuckle: "It's okay, there are so many words outside the building. If it’s cold, the soup won’t be too hot.”
Li Boxen could clearly see through the light of the talisman lamp that the words written by Lin Qiao were: "Save me, there is someone here."
