Chapter 16: The Warm Candle Box

Hearing this analysis, Chen Pipi was first startled, then angry, feeling that his self-esteem had been hurt, his face was sinking and he stared at Ning Que, and he didn't admit anything, he lowered his voice and scolded coldly: "Hugh has to say something, otherwise Hugh blames me for slapping you to death with one palm, like a small role like you, don't take out your own little cleverness!"

The fat genius boy looked solemn, but he really had a bit of a cold look at the world. However, Ning Que was fearless, leaned against the wall, looked at him with a smile, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever killed someone?"

Chen Pipi opened his mouth slightly, wanting to answer a few words arrogantly, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to lower his head to look at his toes.

Ning Que looked at him with an interesting gaze and continued to ask, "Have you always killed Ji Lu?"

Chen Pipi lowered his head and put his hands behind his back, his fingertips touched away with difficulty, he pursed his lips tightly and refused to answer this question, twisting his fat body from side to side, like a dead child who has been wronged and hurt his self-esteem.

Ning Que laughed, looked at him and sighed and said, "I think that except for a few ants that were unintentionally trampled to death on the road, your white and tender hands have not even touched a little blood star...... Then don't learn from others to threaten people with things like life and death, and if you don't have any strength, you will laugh in vain, but I want to remind you, don't go around talking about me. ”

After listening to this teaching, Chen Pipi covered his face with his sleeve and walked away.

It's still morning, and you can still go to the study to listen to the class, but Binghao has come back from the underworld of death, and his body and spirit are extremely tired and weak, and he would rather not play the role of an obedient good student. And in some vague memories yesterday, there was a vague passage where the female teacher agreed to ask for leave for him, so he decided to go back to his home in Lane 47 to rest.

Using the big black umbrella as a cane, the dying boy slowly walked out of the old study building, bent slightly like an old man exercising in the morning, walked from the edge of the wetland in the morning light, walked through the quiet side alley, and walked outside the main entrance of the academy.

Outside the simple stone gate of the academy is a large felt-like beautiful blue meadow, in the middle of the meadow there are more than ten lanes made of stone slabs, and there are many flower trees planted on the edge of the lane and in the depths of the meadow.

There was a carriage at the end of the meadow's green tree path, and the carriage had been waiting there for a long time, and the horses bowed their heads tiredly. Squatting beside the car was a little girl in a maid's suit, she had not slept for a day and a night, her little black face had turned slightly pale from exhaustion, worry and fear, as if she had been smeared with Chan Kum Kee's fat powder.

Yesterday morning, she didn't wait for Ning Que to return from killing, and there were strict officials asking around, listening to the sound of the hooves of the Yulin Army on the long street, Sang Sang knew that something was wrong, she forcibly suppressed the anxiety at the end, and waited silently in the old pen room, but when the carriage came back, Ning Que still didn't come back, she finally couldn't wait.

Asked the coachman to confirm that Ning Que went to the academy in the carriage in the morning, Sang Sang thought for a while, directly took out ten taels of silver, and asked the coachman to carry him to the academy, and then kept squatting beside the green trees in the meadow by the carriage and waited silently.

She didn't know if Ning Que was injured or not, but she knew that he must have been extremely seriously injured and might have been hiding somewhere in the academy to recuperate, so she didn't dare to ask the teachers and students in the academy, she could only wait.

Squatting beside the green trees in the meadow, watching the stone gate of the academy shrouded in darkness and being aroused by the morning sun, watching the lights in the study room light up and going out, listening to the students reciting aloud, watching the ants in front of the little old shoes come and go and come and come, watching someone walk into the academy and someone walk out of the academy, but I just didn't see that guy.

The students of the academy came in a carriage, and when they saw Ning Que's little maid squatting on the side of the road, they were inevitably curious, someone had stepped forward to ask a few words, but she ignored it, stubbornly closed her mouth and did not say a word, just looked at the entrance of the academy.

After watching it all night, as if it had been for so long in a lifetime, Sang Sang finally saw that figure.

She rubbed her astringent eyes, her slightly pale face gradually relaxed, and gradually became bloody, closed her eyes, hugged her fists in her chest, and muttered a few words, then stood up quickly with her hands and knees, because she had been squatting for too long, her thin legs were a little blocked, and her thin body was buried and swayed, and she almost fell.

Ning Que held the big black umbrella and walked slowly in front of her, looking at this little black face that was too familiar to be familiar anymore, looking at the tiredness and worry on the little face, a wave of pity surged in his heart. Although his master and servant have experienced too many lives and deaths together in this life, it is still the most joyful thing to be able to see each other after crossing life and death.

He naturally opened his arms and wanted to take Sangsang Lou into his arms, but suddenly found that the little maid was a little taller now than when she was in Weicheng, and she had reached her chest, so she was subconsciously stunned, and did not continue to hold her into her arms, but stretched out her hand and fell on top of her head, rubbing it with a smile.

Sangsang raised his little face and giggled.

The two turned around and helped each other and walked towards the carriage, with a tacit understanding, and did not say a word at the gate of the academy.

The coachman yawned, last night he slept in the carriage all night, and his body was extremely tired, but with ten taels of silver, he was tired, and he saw his right hand waving the whip in the air to pull a flower, making a soft snapping sound, and his left hand lightly lifted the reins, and the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and the car slowly began to move.

In the carriage, Ning Que said in a hoarse voice: "I'm very tired, I'll talk about it when I go home, the knife is underneath, remember to take it away after a while." ”

The carriage arrived at Lane 47, and Ning Que, who was tired and injured, seemed to be asleep to death, and never opened his eyes. Sang Sang took out the Pu knife and stuffed it into the big black umbrella and tied it to his back, and then, with the help of the coachman, dragged him into the old pen like a sack of grain and stuffed it into the thin quilt.

In the scorching summer, no matter how thin the quilt is, it is still a quilt after all, Ning Que's face was covered with redness, he sweated profusely, and he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and finally woke up leisurely.

Opening his eyes and confirming that he was back home, he took a deep breath, and the palpitations hidden in his heart finally had time to spread, making him feel a little cold in his hands and feet.

Staring at the few translucent glazed tiles on the roof, he was silent for a long time before suddenly speaking: "I mentioned to you the academy student named Chen Pipi these days...... You can help me remember, I owe this guy a life, the right time and the right place in the future...... Remind me to find a way to give it back. ”

Sang Sang was pouring boiling water into the bucket at this time, ready to wipe his body for him, but he didn't expect him to wake up, he was stunned when he heard the words, sat down next to him and asked suspiciously, "Why is it still there?"

I don't know how that guy did it, but he should have saved my life. I have told you many times that there is nothing more important in this world than your life and mine, and since this is the case, it is only natural that no matter how much it costs to repay him in the future. ”

Then he looked at Sang Sang's thoughtful little face, and reminded with a smile: "But we can't take our lives to pay back." ”

"Young Master, what happened?" Sang Sang asked softly and seriously as he stared at his still pale cheeks. ”

That tea artist was a cultivator, and I was so badly injured that I only remember fainting on a street, and as for what happened next, I ...... It's not very clear. ”

Ning Que thought about the wonderful encounters from yesterday morning to this time, especially those vague feelings when he was unconscious, his eyes flashed with a trace of confusion, and he frowned and repeated: "I really don't know what happened. ””

Make something to eat, I'm a little hungry. He didn't like this situation where there was a change happening to him and he didn't know anything about it, and after frowning and thinking about it, he didn't want to discuss it anymore.

Suddenly, he thought of a question, looked at Sang Sang with a begging look on his face and said: "Don't want omelet noodles, don't want fat intestine noodles, and don't want the sour and hot noodle soup left over from yesterday, it must be rancid in such a hot weather...... For the sake of the young master, I was so badly injured that I almost died, let's pay for a good meal tonight. ”

Sang Sang was sour by what he said, thinking that I am just a little maid, do I dare to detain you every day, not thinking that in the future, the young master will marry the young grandmother, and I will have to save some money for you.

"I gave the coachman ten taels of silver......

She lowered her head and whispered: "When you were asleep before, young master, I went to the antique shop next door to ask for a bowl of pickled radishes, which had been poured into the pot and stewed with the duck, and it would be fine in a while." ”

After saying this, Sang Sang picked up the hot towel from the bucket and twisted it, then put it where Ning Que's hand could touch it, and walked outside the house, his hot little red hand gently wiped it on the apron.

Giving the coachman ten taels of silver Sang Sang is to tell the young master that although he is young and thrifty, he is not a little maid who does not care about the importance of money, and when it is time to spend money, there is nothing to be reluctant to.

Ning Que lay on the bed and looked at the busy little body outside the window, thinking about the annoyance hidden in her words before, she couldn't help laughing, but she didn't expect Sang Sang to see him supporting himself at the head of the bed, so he quickly walked to the window, and said a good rest, so he closed the outer window tightly.

The light in the room suddenly became very dim, except for the faint light from the glazed tiles above his head, only a warm candle that Sang Sang had lit on the table in advance, quietly accompanying him on the bed.

Ning Que quietly looked at the candle flame on the table, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Tea master Yan Suqing is a cultivator, this hidden factor Yan zhòng ruined his plan, if he wasn't ruthless and lucky, maybe he would have died in Xiaozhu by the lake, it was impossible to escape to that street, let alone have the opportunity to hide in the academy for a night, and then meet Chen Pipi, the little god stick of Xiling.

During the time he was unconscious on the street, he knew that something must have happened, otherwise he couldn't explain why the wounds on his body healed, and he couldn't explain the pain caused by the invisible spear in his chest, but he really didn't know what was going on and what Chen Pipi had done to him.

His thoughts were stagnant, his body was broken, and he was covered in sweat in the scorching summer, and he felt that the skin on his body was sticky and a little bored, so he wanted to wipe it, but his hand froze when he was about to touch the wet towel.

Because he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an extra shallow barrier between his fingers and the wet towel.

...... (To be continued)