Chapter Twenty-Four: Entering the House
"I have informed myself that it is not too late to feed after this plum fall festival. "The poisonous Gu of the Miao Jiang people has some characteristics, after entering the medicine, they will hibernate in the cold season, slowly hibernate in the human body to familiarize themselves with the structure of each organ, and when they hibernate for three years, they will share the body with the human body, and at the same time suck human blood for a living. Before that, it needs to be controlled with medications.
Long Night saw that Mo Wencheng was still leisurely, and he couldn't speak slowly. The tension in my heart has dissipated. Yoyo walked to the table and took the tea poured by Mo Wencheng.
"The mission in Jingzhou has been completed, when does Your Highness plan to return to Beijing?" asked after a long night of taking a sip of tea.
Mo Wencheng began to slowly buckle back the teacup and count the days. Seeing that he was deep in thought, the long night did not disturb him, so he sat respectfully and waited for a reply. Half a quarter of an hour later. Mo Wencheng smiled and said, "There are three more days." We can go back to Beijing. Late at night also darkened in this light smile.
Luan Jing was sent to a room, there were only some simple furnishings in the room, and the maidservants stopped at the door one after another, and a soft voice said: "Girl, you can rest here, tomorrow the prince will send you back to pack your things." The night is deep and heavy, be careful of the cold. β
Luan Jing nodded and said, "I know." β
Everyone retreated, Luan Jing stood at the door and looked at the night sky and the moon went up to the west building, and after a few glances, he didn't make a sound, just pushed the door slightly and closed it. The red candle lies gracefully like a quiet beautiful woman, sucking in the air. The wick spits out a slight fireworks. Envelops the room in a beautiful haze.
Luan Jing took off the belt around his waist and unbuttoned his underwear. The red plum mark on the chest looked more and more blurry in the firelight. She wiped away the blood, and the corners of her mouth were a little white. She had forgotten that today was the day of Xiaohan. The plum blossom on his chest spat out blood stains, and then wiped the two handkerchiefs that had been used.
The sound of the winter snow in the middle of the night beats every pedestrian on the road, but it accompanies the moonlight to fall asleep quietly.
In the morning, there was already a thick snow outside the restaurant, and pedestrians stepped on it and creaked, like visiting long-lost lovers.
The chill was heavier than yesterday, Luan Jing wrapped himself in a somewhat thin cotton skirt, and the belt was also tighter than usual, and he just went out to pick up the attack of the cold.
The soft sound of the breath stopped abruptly in front of the window, and Luan Jing walked a few steps towards his clothes, and he saw two young men waiting.
"Girl, the sedan chair is ready, can you get on the sedan chair?" a young man walked up a few steps.
Luan Jing looked at the familiar person and smiled: "Got it, you mean to let me go back to the inn for a few days, right?" Luan Jing looked at the man's face and said a little tightly: "If you send me back, it's okay." I'd like to meet your sons. β
The girl laughed, since our son had already promised the girl, he would not break his promise. Maybe you should go back and see if there's anything left behind?" replied the man. The face is righteous and righteous. Luan Jing looked at it and didn't say anything anymore. She was thinking about what she had to pack? Or did Mo Wencheng speak with an overtone? Thinking about Luan Jing, she still followed the two men to the sedan chair.
"Girl, where do you get off the sedan chair?" The man asked, and respectfully lifted the curtain to let Luan Jing walk in, and Luan Jing said as he walked: "Go to Wenlai Inn." β
"Yes. The man gently lowered the curtain and shouted: "Get up the sedan chair, Wenlai Inn." β
As soon as the words fell, the sedan chair had been lifted by two sedan chair drivers and walked slowly.
Half an hour later, the sedan chair stopped at the back door of the Wenlai Inn. "Fall. The man called again. Another man leaned sideways to unveil the sedan chair, respectfully bent and stretched out his hand to let the mirror lead.
After getting out of the sedan chair, Luan Jing looked at the person in front of him and asked, "What's your name?"
The man replied respectfully, "Girl, my name is Hongding." β
Luan Jing nodded and looked at another person, and the other man also said respectfully: "Little Hongwen." β
"Come in, girl, we'll wait for you outside. Hongwen looked at Luan Jingdao. Luan Jing pondered for a moment and walked straight towards the back door that had been opened.
The room was still decorated, and the mirror looked empty, but when he was looking at the door, he crunched, followed by a somewhat rough voice. "Girl, yesterday I was asked to deliver you a letter. β
The voice came from behind to the front, some wrinkled yellow skins were squeezed together, and the boss smiled and handed Luan Jing a letter.
"Huh?" Luan Jing took the letter suspiciously, opened it and saw a few lines of words.
"Plum blossom three pavilions, sunset meeting. The short eight characters made Luan Jing a little confused, and there was no name and time for the payment. She looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Do you know who sent it?"
The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "It was sent by a little student." It should be ghostwritten. Just said let me give it to the girl. Said that the girl must keep the contract. As he spoke, the shopkeeper couldn't help but look up at the mirror a few times.
"I see, shopkeeper, I'll clean up and settle the bill later. Luan Jing said again. Didn't look at him either.
"Girl, someone has already married. The shopkeeper responded: "It's also the little knot." β
"Oh?" Luan Jing became more and more curious, but Mo Wencheng's name immediately appeared in his mind, and he suddenly thought: "Isn't this what Mo Wencheng called me back to pack up?"
The shopkeeper went out soon after sending the letter, Luan Jing opened the cabinet in the bed, and took his Yu Xiao and Yu Pei with him, and did not take anything else, and went out of the back door, but he heard Hongding say before he spoke: "The girl is on the sedan chair, it is about to catch up with the hour." β
"Hmm, but what's the matter?" Luan Jing asked as he walked.
"Get up the sedan chair!" Cheng Wen called the two sedan chair drivers, and the sedan chair drivers obeyed the order to carry the sedan chair. got up the sedan chair and answered Luanjing's question.
"It's afternoon today, and it's time for people to wait. The girl will know when she goes. β
Luan Jing sat in the sedan chair, listening to the same words as if he didn't answer, and didn't ask any more questions. So he closed his eyes and lay down in the couch. The road is getting farther and farther, but Luan Jing hears a different sound from when he came, not the sound of selling and bustling. It was a few book gentlemen discussing Zhihu, it was the sound of the whirring wind, and the sound of hurried footsteps, and then the sound gradually subsided.
Luan Jing opened the curtains, but saw that he had already arrived in a mansion. The dΓ©cor is simple and plain. "What kind of place is this?" Luan Jing asked, looking at Cheng Wen.
"This is the Right Pavilion Mansion of Huayue Tower. The place where the secret hand temporarily lives, the girl has now become a member of this place, and every move needs to be paid attention to. Hongwen looked at Luan Jingdao.
The flower pond poured out a gorgeous flower, and a few cold plums proudly opened their bodies to guard the winter snow.
"Fall!"
The sedan chair falls in a large garden, although the flowers and leaves have lost their color, but the green leaves can cover the desolate scene.
Luan Jing got out of the sedan chair with the support of Hongding, looking at the familiar but unremembered scenery. I was not in the mood to watch it and had been taken to a room.
"Squeak!"
The door opened, everyone retreated, and Luan Jing only saw the back of the room, the cloth of brocade and satin, and the belt around his waist with a few blue birds painted on it.
"Your Highness?" Luan Jing asked tentatively.
"Since I have become my person, I have lost my name and my past. From today onwards, you will call Qingfeng, right?" Mo Wencheng looked at the thick snow outside the window and said unhurriedly.
This can be regarded as a name change for her, Qingfeng is light. "Thank Your Highness for the name. β
"You don't need to do anything else these two days, there are some etiquettes that Hongwen will tell you. Mo Wencheng had already turned around when he finished speaking. looked at Qingfeng and replied: "Remember, call me son in the future." β
Qingfeng shook his body and said, "Yes, Childe." β
The planks creaked, and Mo Wencheng had already walked out of the room. There was no sound in the room.