Seeing that it was getting dark, I lit a few candles with ease. It's like being in your own home. However, the summer twilight came later, so it can be seen that I have been here for a long time. The wind was very light, and it blew into the inner room, so that the candle flame shook but did not go out, and there was a wisp of rhododendron aroma, and the head was not so painful. I couldn't help but look out the window.

In the near distance are the shadows of swaying trees, and in the distance there is a quiet lotus pond. Under the window are indeed a few rhododendrons in full bloom.

Mountains and rivers, pavilions.

This small building must be a small one in a big family's house. The collapse was under the window, and there was still a thin veil that I found covering me when I woke up, and a string of coral beads from the eighteen Arhats. I picked it up and looked at it carefully, the texture is the top grade of the tentacles, and the edges and corners are very smooth, and the expressions on the eighteen beads are different but lifelike, presumably the favorite objects of the owner here.

There are also bamboo and rattan shelves and rocking chairs, and a few books are sparsely placed at random, probably Lao Zhuang Zhou Yiqi. If it weren't for the inconspicuous Boshan furnace and the soul bottle in the corner, I would have thought that this elegant hut belonged to a mountain hermit.

Leaning on a wicker chair, staggering, and picking up a book casually. Whether it's the smell of this room or the scene, it's a lot like when I was at home.

The master must have appeared soon.

The candle flame on the table flickered suddenly, and in an instant I felt the cold wind on my sideburns. I subconsciously raised my hand and grabbed the missed sneak attack weapon on the side of my head.

A corner of the blue robe appeared at the door, and before the person had entered the room, I heard a narrow laugh.

I was too careless and fooled.

The secret weapon in my hand is nothing else, it is a small and thin short knife, which is not inferior as a flying knife secret weapon. I waved my sleeves, and it felt very light, and I knew it was the one I was close to. This is secondary, but my skills have also been tested!

Sure enough, the person who came in was the light prodigal son who drunk me by the water during the day.

"It turns out that the famous Shi Jilun is so fond of making some small tricks." I didn't feel the slightest cramped because of the Hidden Blade thing. The tone is light, Ming people don't say dark words, he must know my disguise during the day.

The man didn't seem surprised at me revealing his identity: "How do you know that I am Shi Jilun?" ”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I got up from the wicker chair and took a small book from the shelf, "The Argument for Music," which "The palm of the hand that rubbed wine on my lips during the day has a cocoon, and it is where the soldier holds the hilt of his sword." But if it's just a martial artist's room, it won't be so elegant. He raised the pamphlet in his hand again, "Unlike what is circulated in the market, this is the original version without adding oil and vinegar. General Shi's talent and learning, Pan Yue is ashamed of himself. ”

"It's not a good thing to be famous, standing on the cusp of rumors." Shi Chong's smile was still as bright as in the morning, "The article I borrowed from you is out of the limelight, no wonder you have to open your mouth and bite when you see me." He raised his arm in front of my eyes.

I saw a tooth mark on the back of his hand with his slender fingers attached.

Regardless of the obvious banter in his tone, I said with a straight face: "Even Shi Shilang, who is an important minister of the court, is such a frivolous and rude person, how can I expect a short article to stop the etiquette from collapsing." "My words are very unforgiving.

Shi Jilun raised his eyebrows slightly: "I know that now the world doesn't eat Confucius, why did Pan Langjun come to Luoyang to wade through this troubled water?" An edict touched your heart? is as tranquil as you, but you also have the ambition of a very human minister? "Is this a mockery of my coming to the capital to "chase fame and fortune"?

I replied with silence. I don't want to even tell my mother's tiny wish to people I don't know. In a moment's moment, Shi Jilun had already deceived me into front of me.

He was not afraid that the impression of a frivolous prodigal son would take root in my heart, and he leaned over and wrapped himself around me, and the sudden weight of the weight made the wicker chair creak. I'm used to his way of communicating.

He rubbed his index finger lightly against my chin: "You are really not afraid of death. ”

I was just used to thinking more, keeping some for myself in an unfamiliar environment, so as not to be hurt a little, but I really didn't understand the meaning of his words, and I remembered the pinprick gaze of the day and the whisper in his ear.

"I haven't asked you yet. Why did you say you saved my life. If I tell you that I really came to Luoyang to take revenge only because you wrote an article to repel my remarks in "Music Theory", would you believe it? ”

He took the sleeve knife I had just placed on the table, and rubbed it against my cheek with a cold thin blade, "You know best what is engraved on your close-fitting sleeve knife." His breath warmed the tip of my cold nose, "You're leaning against the tree in a low-key daze—you don't know that all the attention of the dark soldiers at that banquet was actually focused on you, right?" ”

I finally put aside my faint indifference, and for the first time showed a look of surprise.

Sure enough, Shi Jilun got up briskly. This time he smiled very heartily, "So you know to be scared!" His expression was satisfied.

And I was a little surprised and couldn't laugh or cry.

He quickly regained his usual look, and even looked a little serious under the flickering candlelight: "Your sleeve knife has the man's words engraved on it. Today it seems so cold again. ”

I can't deny it.

"Have you already made your position clear, Pan Langjun?"

I didn't first realize what he was referring to, but I knew it when I thought about it. There are too many unknown undercurrents in this world. "Pan is just a village man in the mountains, living a poor and poor life, and has no position to speak of."

He furrowed his brows: "It's best if you think like this, but you can't control other people's brains." After a pause, he continued, "The symbolism of your birth is far greater than your current net worth. That's where the Hidden Blade comes in—you're already famous. Now, if you get the desire of the people in the world, you have got the world! ”

I looked at the smoothed corners with a blank face, and my heart was full of thoughts.

"So, there are very suspicious people who care a lot about your thoughts and choices."

"No matter how peaceful the water surface is, it always hides the unknown fight of the fish and shrimp below."

This time, he smiled gently, and was not ready to say anything more, but walked slowly to the window and reclined on the couch. It seemed like waiting for me to ask him something more.

My eyes followed him to the end of the room, and when I saw that he was not moving, I looked up at the shadows of the trees swaying outside the window. As if the sun was shining through the branches and leaves, I became a yellow-haired child, remembering that distant morning.

With bruises and bruises on my face, I stumbled through the door. The mother sat on the stool as if she had lost her mind, looking at the wax tears that had long been burned out.

"Mother." In an instant, no matter how serious the injury was, I couldn't feel the pain anymore, because my heart was already tearing. My mother worried about me all night.

My mother didn't show a reproachful look, and she didn't even speak, but gently stroked the scars on my face with her hand, and her eyes were full of pain and understanding.

She knows what kind of public opinion a child without a father will face.

"Next time, if someone bullies you, use this to scare them." The mother took out the short knife from the bottom of her most precious makeup. That was the first time I had seen the dagger.

I stroked the words carved into the hilt of the woodcut knife. At that time, I didn't know those two words, pronounced "Tonghua".

"Just because I was a little indifferent at an informal gathering of Lu Jungong's doormen, did Mr. think I had taken refuge in Jia Chong? That would be a reason for him to kill me? ”

It would be his turn to show a look of surprise: "Who said that Jia Gong was going to kill you?" ”

"Didn't you say that I was already ...... I could clearly feel someone look at me very sharply. ”

Shi Chong's face was a little more mysterious, and he didn't answer my question, but said, "You basically think right, it's just not that simple." As for who is going to kill you...... Well, you're in my house now, this is my room, you can stay in peace for a few days. ”

"Before I could say anything," I couldn't stand his concern, "why should I live in your house?" ”

"For your own good," he smiled wickedly, "I promised you that you would stay in Luoyang as a staff member in Taifu Yang Jun's mansion, you don't know that your mother has already installed King Qi's secret agent by her side." "So I took it upon you, and if you ask me what qualifications I have, I'll say you're inseparable from me......"

Seeing me glaring at him angrily, he couldn't help but smile: "Jia Gong doesn't want your life yet, the people who want your life have nothing to do with many gate valve families." ”

There seems to be something hidden that I don't know, but it's already like this, and it's useless to worry. It seems that I have to stay in Luoyang.

I was like a curious child, who couldn't help but kick and play with the whirlpool when he saw the whirlpool in the water, but when the whirlpool really didn't put my foot in, I realized that I couldn't get out of it. Yes, it's like someone who has fallen into a deep pool. It's better to never know something.