Sang sneered, "Needless to say, it's because of your father again." It's weird, he neither beats you nor scolds you, why are you so afraid of him? ”

Hearing such a sentence that it was not salty or light, the fire that Zhao Zimai had just endured rose again, his brows frowned, and his voice cooled down, "Why do you care so much about my family affairs?" ”

Sang put the last piece of gold cake into his mouth, rubbed the back of his hand against the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly got up and walked to Zhao Zimai, pressed his shoulders with both hands without hesitation, and leaned his face over. Its eyes were even redder by the candlelight, flickering and flashing, revealing an eerie light.

"I think you're familiar, I didn't notice it when I first saw you, but then this sense of déjà vu grew," it let go of a hand, hooking his jaw and forcing him to look at itself, "Boy, have you seen me before?" ”

Zhao Zimai only felt that his chin was hooked by an iron hook, and he couldn't break free, and even his breathing was a little unsmooth.

"No, I've never seen you." He gasped for breath, his face growing blue.

Sang didn't let go, "Zhao Zimai, you are a very cunning person, gentle and humble on the surface, but in fact, few people can understand what you think in your heart." I'll put the ugly words in front of me, if I find out that you have deceived me one day, I will not make you feel better, you know my means, I say that I will not let you have a good time, not just talk, I will let you really appreciate what it means to live as better than death, and not to live in pain. Including the Zhao Wen'an Zhao who you respect and fear, I won't let it go. ”

Its expression was distorted, as if it were a poisonous demon, and when it finished the last word, it suddenly withdrew its hand and pushed Zhao Zimai back.

Zhao Zi took a few steps back, fell on his back on the bed, Sang strode forward, supported the bed with both hands, and looked at his Yingjun face in cold sweat for a while, then let out a very low sneer, got out of bed and walked outside the house.

Zhao Zimai lay still motionless, his eyes looked straight at the dark roof beams, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his eyes.

After a long time, there was a slight knock on the door, but it was Baotian. Zhao Zimai then sat up, tidied up his clothes a little, and then rushed outside and said, "Come in." ”

Baotian pushed the door in, a strange smile on his face, "Childe," he lowered his voice softly, "it came just now." ”

"You see?" Zhao Zimai brushed the cold sweat off his face, not wanting Baotian to see it.

"When I saw it coming for you, I hid at the door and eavesdropped, afraid that something might happen. But I didn't expect it," Baotian scratched his head, and seemed to be very difficult to speak, "I didn't expect it to crawl onto Childe's bed." ”

Zhao Zimai glanced at him, "If it's Miss Mu, you can speculate a little more, but what is it?" It's the most vicious evil in the world, and when an evil creep crawls into my bed, can I have any other thoughts than fear? ”

Baotian "hehe" smiled, "That's right, it's that I think too much, after all, its appearance is still a big girl like a flower......"

Zhao Zimai sighed, and then raised his eyebrows again, "Baotian, it just said that it thinks I am familiar, this is strange, I don't remember that I have seen it at all, do you have any impression of it?" ”

"Childe can't remember it if he has such a good memory, how can I remember?" Takakuda said as she helped him rearrange his crumpled bed.

"That's because it's misremembered, it's still chaotic, and it can only remember three points of everything......"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, and with a "boom" in his head, he almost cried out: he suddenly remembered that when Sang burned Yan Yuchi's soul, the spires in the middle of the fireballs that burst out of his palms were like pagodas, towering into the clouds. At that time, he only thought that the spires were somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere, but the situation was urgent, and he did not think much about it, and later he put the matter behind him. But now, he remembered where he had seen those three spires.

In the Father's Acts.

When Zhao Wen'an was young, he traveled everywhere, and whenever he went to a place, he would record the local customs and natural scenery in his travels. Sometimes, he would also paint the sights and ruins he had seen as a kind of memento, in case he forgot them as a long time and when he was old and weak.

This book, he once casually threw it to Zhao Zimai for him to read, but the young Zhao Zimai was not the slightest interested in those dense fonts, and the only thing that could attract his attention was nothing more than a few paintings hastily drawn on it.

However, although Zhao Wen'an's painting is sloppy, it is extremely realistic, so that when Zhao Zimai saw the spires in Sang's palm, he immediately thought of the painting on Zhao Wen'an's line.

"The spire is staggered, reaching into the sky, and its transcendence is indescribable."

He remembered that his father's account had written it, but he couldn't remember what it was. Perhaps, he didn't read it carefully at the time, so he couldn't remember its name.

"Childe, Childe, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Zhao Zimai was stunned, Baotian stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "What do you think, Childe's eyes are straight." ”

Zhao Zimai rubbed the corners of his eyes that were a little sour, "It's nothing, Baotian, let's not delay too long, let's rush back to the capital as soon as possible." ”

"The case is over, is there anything urgent for Childe to go back?"

"I'm going to see my father," he said, looking out the window at the dark sky, word by word, "and there's one thing that only he can explain." ”

***

It had just rained, and the river rose very high, and from a distance, it looked like a shiny string stretched over the vast field. The banks of the river are covered with bamboo, and when the wind blows, it sets off a burst of blue waves, which are stacked on top of each other, and it is spectacular.

The mound house stands behind a bamboo forest, looking at the mist swamp from afar, but there is a unique scenery up close. The courtyard is not very large, but it is fresh and unconventional, with white stucco walls and light red roof tiles, arches and cloisters stretching out to the north and south, and the living room with high windows reflects a pavilion and a sparse bamboo forest behind it.

Liao Caichen and Yu Chunhua sat in the hall, sipping tea while waiting for the arrival of the owner of the house.

Liao Caichen came in a costume today, and the makeup on his face was thicker than usual, and he really looked like a big girl like a flower. However, Yu Chunhua was beating the drum in his heart: Liao Caichen is also a little famous in Qingzhou City, this Qiu Gongzi only needs to inquire a little, he can know that Liao Caichen is a man, they have been sitting here for half an hour now, but he still hasn't shown up, don't know Liao Caichen's secret.