Bai Yi waited for a while, and when he saw that several brocade guards were about to come out of the ruins, he took the time to leave the side door.

After a while, Han Chong and the others were talking to each other and returned to the courtyard. At this moment, the monk who had been guarding outside the main gate walked in quickly, whispered a few words to the three brocade guards and then retreated.

Han Chong glanced at the main entrance and said to the two people nearby, "You go outside and wait for me first." ”

Bai Ling frowned slightly, it seemed that Bai Yi took the initiative to ask to see him outside. Thinking of Bai Yi's own way, Bai Ling wondered what he could do, and what could he talk about with Han Chong

"My lord, take the person outside"

"No, you just go out and wait for me." Han Chong said, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand and standing quietly in place, "Don't make your own decisions. ”

"Yes." The two of them were ordered to leave the courtyard of the West Guest House quickly.

The courtyard was quiet again, until it was just Han Chong and the two little novices who had been sobbing quietly in the corner, when he suddenly turned sideways and walked straight towards the side door.

In the darkness, Bai Ling saw that the other party's gaze was accurately directed to where he was, and Han Chong smiled at this moment with a kind of cold, disdainful smile.

This smiling face made Bai Ling's heart jump, and she realized that maybe she and Bai Yi's whereabouts were revealed by him at the beginning. However, even though she knew in her heart that there was no point in hiding any longer, she still stood motionless in the shadows.

Han Chong gradually got closer.

Bai Ling couldn't take her eyes off it, because she vaguely saw a few shadows of fourteen in this person's body.

In fact, Bai Ling had seen a certain temperament similar to Fourteen in many Jinyi Guards, because they were like trained machines in the process of performing official duties, quiet and indifferent, but Han Chong's body, this resemblance was more profound, and the movements of the two, the style of inquiry, and even the habit of holding the hilt of the sword, all felt familiar to her.

Han Chong looked about the same age as fourteen, he was very tall, and he was dressed in a black robe just like when he met at the city gate that day. As he stepped onto the porch, a shadow obscured his face. The darkness erased most of the details, leaving only a silhouette standing there.

At this moment, Bai Ling slowly stepped out of the recess of the wall, and she bowed slightly, and her movements were natural.

"See you again, Lord Han."

Han Chong stood four or five steps away from Bai Ling, not saying a word.

Although Bai Ling did not look up, he also felt some kind of oppressive gaze hanging above his head.

After a long time, Han Chong finally spoke with a bit of banter, "What a guts, can you come alone?" ”

Bai Ling was surprised that this person could see that Fourteen was not here today in such a short period of time.

Bai Ling smiled, not intending to answer the question head-on, "Of course not, there is still one with me today"

Before she could finish her words, Han Chong had already stepped forward and grabbed her neck.

Han Chong's movements were so fast that Bai Ling had no power to parry, obviously his five fingers barely had any force, just relying on the strength of his arm, he directly pressed her against the stone wall behind him.

Wei XIV did not appear.

"Sure enough." He then let go.

Everything is self-explanatory.

Han Chong was condescending, with a bit of ruthlessness and disdain, "Donglin Temple is not the place you should come to. ”

Bai Ling gently rubbed the place where Han Chong had pinched just now, and looked at the man in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Ugly words ahead, Lord Han." Bai Ling's voice suddenly turned cold, "I don't care about what happened to you just now, after all, you helped me at the East Gate some time ago, but if you dare to do this to me again"

"Oh," Han Chong didn't expect Bai Ling to hold him accountable, so he couldn't help but glance at her, "How." ”

"I'm not going to give you back your waist card again."

As he spoke, Bai Ling suddenly slammed something in his hand at Han Chong's feet.

Han Chong looked down and frowned.

What was thrown to the ground by Bai Ling was his waist card, which was made by Beizhen Fusi as a waist card for Jinyiwei's identity credentials.

This thing is second only to the impermanence book they carry with them. On weekdays, Han Chong is tied around his waist and never takes it off.

Only then did Han Chong reach out and probe his waist, and it was really empty.

"When are you?"

"This time it's a waist card." Bai Ling stared at Han Chong intently, "Next time, I will directly hand over a book of excerpts and participate in your Excellency's every word and deed to the palace, what the consequences will be, the adults will weigh it themselves." ”

Han Chong leaned over and picked up the waist card on the ground and gently wiped the dust on it.

"Interesting," he looked blankly at Bai Ling, "what he taught you?" ”

"It's none of your business." Bai Ling replied in a low voice.

Han Chong didn't say anything more, he reinserted the waist card back into the leather tray on his waist, and then walked out of the side door without squinting, and walked along the courtyard wall in the direction of the main entrance.

After seeing Han rush away, Bai Ling rested alone against the wall for a while before entering the courtyard of the West Guest House alone.

She first walked through the courtyard to the main gate, wanting to call Bai Yi back, but saw from a distance that he was really talking and laughing with Han Chong, and Han Chong's two subordinates followed him and Bai Yi from a distance, and they didn't even have a part in listening.

After a glance at the distance, she turned back to the courtyard of the West Guest House, where she sat down beside the two little novices, who wept so sadly, listened to them cry for a while, and then handed them her handkerchief.

Both children are not very old and look like they are only years old. Because of the great disaster in the temple yesterday, all the chores they had to do today were stopped. But they were not in the mood to go back to their rooms to rest and wait by like the other little novices. Because the two young monks who died on the stretcher were their senior brothers, one was named Zhiyuan and the other was called Zhizhen, who followed Hui Shi to fight the fire last night, but unfortunately died.

Although Master Hui Shi is indeed famous and widely loved, for these two little novices, the senior brother who gets along with them day and night and always takes care of them a lot is the closest person. After a night of not seeing, the vivid face of the past becomes charcoal, which is not easy for adults, let alone children.

Bai Ling nodded while listening, "So Master Zhiyuan and Master Zhizhen do things in the West Guest House on weekdays?" ”

"Yes." Xiao Shami wiped her tears and nodded.

"Are they the only ones working in the West Guest House all the time? Don't have a shift? ”

"Nope." Xiao Shami shook his head, "The West Guest House is not as good as other places, there are not many people, and the nobles live in, and they take care of their own food, clothing, housing and transportation, so there is no need to prepare many people in the temple." ”

Bai Ling listened to them talk about some of the past of Zhiyuan and Zhizhen, and only then did he know that these two transparent and gentle young monks were like two big umbrellas, blocking the thunder and rain of the nobles for many people in the temple. Bai Ling was also a little moved when he heard this, and he also folded his hands and bowed lightly to the two deceased.

She already somewhat understood.

There are so many secrets in the West Guest House that they are dangerous, and they can only be burned......