"Childe, the holy woman has arrived."

Li Fu's hand slammed, and dripping ink overflowed from the tip of the pen, smearing on the tail of the eyes of the person in the painting.

When Zhao Chaoxi climbed over the wall to see the excitement, he also jumped out of the back wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When he came to the agreed restaurant, Li Fu looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone prepared on the table, and couldn't help but think of the portrait he drew last night.

When he came to his senses, a woman's outline had been sketched on the rice paper, and he was lightly painting her eyebrows.

"I have admired the name for a long time, Tan Gongzi."

There was a charming voice, but the voices of men and women could not be distinguished.

Li Fu raised his eyes and looked.

I saw three thousand green silks, and my eyes were cross-waved. The person who came was only draped in a red robe, with a slender neck and delicate collarbones at a glance, attracting people's eyes to gradually descend, wanting to see the style, but - the chest was as flat as a board.

Li Fu didn't look closely, just glanced at it roughly.

In just a moment, he judged through his bones that this glamorous Beiyin Holy Maiden was a man.

"Tan Gongzi is so Yaxing, at this time, he is still painting with his pen." The Holy Maiden of Beiyin clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked at Li Fu. After seeing what he was doing, he approached step by step, intending to peep into the painting.

Seeing this, Li Fu raised his eyebrows, took out the branch in the vase on the table, dipped it in ink, and painted the painted face.

He didn't even give half of his face.

The Holy Maiden of Beiyin was obviously stunned, and said in her heart that this Tan Gongzi was really the same as rumored, with a strange temperament and arrogance.

But from the residual paintings, you can vaguely tell that it is a girl.

"Ink destroys the beauty of the beauty," the Beiyin Holy Maiden did not feel that she had been touched because of Li Fu's actions, he just regretted it, "Tan Gongzi does not hesitate to spend it." ”

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"The cheapest drug I obviously bought, I can't faint for long, why hasn't this Beiyin Holy Maiden woken up yet?"

"yes, it's been more than two hours."

"You give me a handkerchief to smell, what's the matter with me and I'm not awake, but my lord has commanded that blood must be taken when she is awake, and the blood when she is awake is living blood."

"Ah, I rely on Zhang San, you haven't washed your veil for a few days!"

"Do you still need to wash the veil?"

"That's what you smell like on your veil! Ordinary people will faint for three days if they smell it! ”

"Damn, it's troublesome, it's better to wake up with a basin of cold water."

Consciousness gradually returned, Zhao Chaoxi faintly heard someone say, "Wake up with a basin of cold water", and the next moment, the cold and biting water poured all over his head.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Zhao Chaoxi struggled with difficulty, trying to cough up the water that poured into her throat and nose, but there was also a lot of cold water in her nose, and her cough did not slow down.

"Yo, wake up." The man in the brown shirt with the matchmaker's mole looked at her.

"Haha, it's good to wake up, it's good to wake up. Li Si, take the knife. The man in Tsing Yi, who had two fake goatees and a treacherous laugh, motioned to the matchmaker mole and asked Li Si to take the knife.

Zhao Chaoxi's cough eased, and he realized that he had been kidnapped.

It was a dim and narrow room, surrounded by earthen walls and a small wooden door opening on the south wall. There was nothing in the house except some straw lying under her and the stone table in the center of the house.

The only thing that can be seen is the light that emerges from the gaps in the wall.

Why would someone kidnap her?

Why take the knife?

Rip the ticket?

Zhao Chaoxi has never experienced such a thing, and at this moment, the only reliance is on the system.

So she desperately shouted the system in her mind in her heart.

{System!} System! What's going on?! ｝

{System!} Is this part of the mission? ｝

But what responded to her was silence in her head.

It seems that the system is either dead or disconnected.

"Beiyin Holy Maiden, we are just acting on orders, don't blame us."

"Your lord commanded that only your blood be taken, and you will not die."

Li Si handed over the knife, Zhang San took the knife, and took a silver cup from the stone table.

As he spoke, he leaned closer and closer.

Looking at the secretly cold knife, Zhao Chaoxi's legs were a little weak, she wanted to struggle to get up, the best thing was to grab the door, but after seeing the iron chain tied to the door, she fell back on the straw pile weakly.

Fang was drugged and drugged again, and was doused with cold water, and it is possible that the residual effect of the drug caused her hands and feet to be weak, and they all thickened the "four walls" that trapped her at this time.

Suddenly, she caught a key word in the words of these two people.

The Holy Maiden of the Northern Yin!

Who's that?

What does it have to do with her Zhao Chaoxi!

After thinking clearly, Zhao Chaoxi straightened his back and said loudly, "I'm not the Holy Maiden of Beiyin!" ”

"Isn't it?" Zhang San tilted his head suspiciously, and then denied, "Impossible." ”

"I'm really not." Zhao Chaoxi tried hard to explain, "I don't even know what Beiyin is, I'm a native of the capital." ”

Hearing her say that she was not the Holy Maiden of Beiyin, Li Si held the knife, and the corners of her mouth fell down little by little.

"Not? This silver knife and a thousand jade cups were carefully prepared by adults for blood extraction, but they could not be stained by anything dirty. ”

But then, the corners of his mouth rose again, "It's time to confirm, it's not a complicated matter." ”

Immediately, he turned his head to Zhang San and said.

"Go to the Buddha hall and get the portrait."

After speaking, his sharp eyes rolled and stared at Zhao Chaoxi.

"See it at a glance."

--

Buddha Hall.

Was this place originally a temple?

When Zhang San left the hut to get the portrait, Li Si respectfully put the knife and lamp back on the table.

He folded his hands behind his back, thinking, and occasionally muttered a few words in his mouth.

Zhao Chaoxi stretched out his ears with great effort, trying to get useful information from his words about what could escape.

"Message from over there...... Today...... Saint... Next to the Prime Minister's House...... Purple shirts... Cover your face with a white cloth. ”

"There are so many people, she is the only one who dresses up like this, it shouldn't be wrong."

It turns out that tying people up just through clothes!

Zhao Chaoxi regretted it, even if he wore those colorful clothes today, or wore the blue clothes at the instigation of Wang Miaomiao, he should not wear this purple dress at the bottom of the box.

But a hint of confusion flashed through her mind.

Before she could catch it, Zhang San, who had gone to get the portrait, had already returned.

Li Si impatiently snatched the portrait from Zhang San's hand, unfolded it, and suddenly scolded angrily, "This light is so dim! You don't know how to get an oil lamp from the temple! ”

Zhang San was scolded, slapped again, and was pushed out of the door by Li Si to find the oil lamp.

This time, Li Si didn't close the door.

He leaned against the threshold and looked at the portrait in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It turned out that it was already dark.

Zhao Chaoxi passed through that door and finally saw the red glow of the sky.

The house was like a separate house, built behind the Buddha Hall, separated from the back door of the Buddha Hall by an overgrown distance.

Zhao Chaoxi watched Zhang San walk through the barren grassland and opened the back door.

For some reason, she always felt a faint smell of rust after the door opened, burrowing into her nose.