If you can't do it, you can't do it, and the red prophetic spirit bead can't be used...

Except for sweeping the floor, wiping the bookshelves, and going to the third floor to chat with Yuan Kui for a while, Bai Feng didn't seem to have much to do.

But it is also good to talk to Yuan Kui, at least Bai Feng knows that the Great Yuan Dynasty is not as calm as it seems, and there is a great demon sect called Ming Sect outside that rebels everywhere.

This made Bai Feng suspect for a moment that he had traveled into the world of "Yitian"...

But if you think about it carefully, there is no Shaolin Wudang in this Jianghu, and there are no seven major schools of righteousness, and the martial arts and Taoism that you know are very different from "Yitian", so I think it is a world that happens to be a little similar.

Lunch with fish and meat is a paradise compared to the days of beggars in the past.

Bai Feng ate half of it, and suddenly saw a "whooshing" cat shadow in the strange stone hole outside the door.

He thought for a moment and walked out the door with his plate.

"Meow~~" The white cat stopped, it was playing with itself.

Bai Feng sandwiched the leftover half of the small fish and bent down slightly.

But the white cat stared at the half of the small fish, and the cat's eyes showed a humane disgust.

Bai Feng thought about it again, put down a complete braised fish, and the white cat erected a proud and slender snow-white tail, walked with elegant steps, and then licked the braised fish with a pink tongue, it seemed that it tasted good, so he took a bite, jumped a few times, and jumped to the height of a rockery to eat.

Bai Feng looked at the cat, and suddenly his mind moved.

"Since there are demons in this world, will such a psychic cat be a demon?"

But whether it's a demon or not, it's not easy to measure, you can't just ask "Are you a demon?"

Not...

Well...

Ahem...

"Kitten, are you a demon?" Bai Feng asked.

The cat ate the fish, looked at him, stood in the wind, and "meowed" at him, and after a while after eating the fish, it jumped down, and rubbed its tail against the white wind with its furry body.

Bai Feng squatted down and began to decompress the exercise.

"Meow~"

"Meow~~~"

The white cat let out a comfortable cry, obviously Bai Feng's cat strokes are good, and the cat owner is very happy to be stroked.

"Kitten, are you a demon?" Bai Feng asked as he stroked, "If yes, you can meow." ”

The white cat suddenly shut up.

I was still meowing, but suddenly there was no sound.

Bai Feng looked at it in horror.

Did you suddenly shut up because you understood what he was saying?

This is not a demon, what is a demon?

But in the next moment, the white cat "meowed" again, which made Bai Feng a little confused.

When a person and a cat were petting the cat, the voice of the eunuch duck suddenly came from outside the door.

"Bai Feng, I brought you the six taels of silver from my grandson this month, and you can go to the account office to collect it yourself next month."

Bai Feng put down the white cat, walked out happily, took a small silver ingot, and then leaned into the sun to look at it.

Not to mention, the color of this silver ingot is really beautiful...

After watching it for a while, my mood improved.

Festive, festive!

However, the steward did not go far, but said, "Bai Feng, from tomorrow onwards, you will have to do more work." ”

"What work, you command."

"Decoction of medicine, for the guest on the third floor. Someone will bring you the medicine pack, and you will take it twice a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. ”

"Yes, steward. Is that the guest sick? ”

"You shouldn't ask, don't ask more, just do it."

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At night, it was early in the morning.

Bai Feng locked the door of the library and returned to the house alone.

Speaking of which, today seems to be the last day of the year, and the street market in the distance seems to be quite lively, but Bai Feng is alone.

He wanted to look for the blacksmith brother, but the cold wind was biting, and whenever he went out, he coughed repeatedly, and where could he get on the street.

And the brother also has a family, it should be a reunion at this time, what did he do?

Thinking about it, it seems that his only relative is only Song Zhi.

But Song Zhi... Where did it go?

Is something wrong?

I was thinking about it crankily, and I didn't realize that the door had arrived.

There was fire and sound in the courtyard, and smoke curled from the cooking.

Bai Feng's heart suddenly accelerated, and he quickened his pace to the door.

Push the door.

"To Sister Zhi!!"

In the firelight, a delicate little lady raised her head, and the firelight reflected her face, but it showed that there was no blood on her face, and the whole looked like a cute white porcelain doll.

"I've paid my salary today, six taels of silver." Bai Feng sat on the little lady's side, took out the small silver ingot from his arms, and stuffed it directly to the little lady, "To Sister Zhi, I don't need any money, all this money will be given to you." ”

Song Zhi took the silver and said glutinously: "What are you doing for me?" ”

Bai Feng said: "In the future, if I have money, I will give it to Sister Zhizhi for safekeeping." ”

Song Zhi looked at the light and worry in the young man's eyes, put away the silver, and said, "Okay, I'll save it for you." ”

In the words, there was some inexplicable joy and taste.

Warm fire, emitting a dusk glow.

Under the eaves, the dilapidated lanterns that "snapped" back and forth in the wind were no longer gloomy.

The firewood is burning "bilibili", and the pot is wafting with the smell of gluttonous meat.

The atmosphere is inexplicably reassuring and warm.

It seems that the two people in this light field have nothing to do with the cold and dark night outside.

"Are you still comfortable in the Library?" Song Zhi asked softly.

Bai Feng said: "It's quite adaptable, but when I think that Sister Zhizhi is still outside, I can't let go of my heart, especially these days, Sister Zhizhi suddenly disappeared..."

"I'm fine, I've been doing well for the past few days." Song Zhi stroked the hanging sideburns, tilted his head slightly, and smiled, "It's really good, Xiaofeng, don't worry about me." ”

Suddenly, she sniffed lightly and said, "The mutton is cooked, Xiaofeng, go get the dishes and chopsticks." ”

"Okay~"

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...

In the next few days, Bai Feng decocted medicine for Yuan Kui every day.

And Yuan Kui's state seems to be a little weird, and sometimes his whole eyes are crazy when he looks at people.

On the other hand, Song Zhi has been coming to his house every night recently.

Once, Bai Feng came back early, and when he heard the sound of "rushing" water in the yard, he took a closer look, but saw Song Zhi washing his hands.

Her head hung down, her black hair scattered, and her cold, dangerously cold face could be faintly seen from the side.

And she was rubbing her hands vigorously...

Her hands seemed to be a little white and red, perhaps blood mixed with brains.

Hearing the movement, she turned her head abruptly, but Bai Feng had already avoided it, and Song Zhi didn't see anyone, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Feng waited for half a stick of incense before returning, and it was still the gentle and lovely Song Xiaoniang who greeted him, as if the person he saw before with bloodstained hands and a cold look on his face was not her.

"Actually, it's okay to kill... Working... As long as Sister Zhizhi is fine. Bai Feng comforted in a very calm voice, as if this was normal, and he didn't care at all.

Little Lady Song didn't speak.

Bai Feng suddenly said, "Are you free during the day tomorrow?" ”

"Huh?"

"Come to the Library to find me."

"Hmm."

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Next.

After the decoction was given to Uncle Yuan to drink, Bai Feng came to the courtyard of the Library Pavilion.

The white cat "meows" and rubs his tail against him.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, and after a while, the delicate face of the little lady Song was poked out.

"Xiaofeng~~" Song Xiaoniang saw the young man sitting on the stone chair at a glance, she flashed out, her well-proportioned delicate body was wrapped in a snow-white dress, a strand of golden ribbon wrapped around her waist, her eyes were flowing, but there was an inexplicable fear and shyness.

It is difficult for a person who is accustomed to holding a murder knife in the darkness to walk generously into the light.

Bai Feng picked up the white cat and shouted, "To Sister." ”

Little Lady Song sat beside him.

Bai Feng handed the cat to her and said, "Rub the cat and the cat will be in a better mood." ”

"Huh?"

"Hmm..."Little Lady Song raised her hand to touch it.

The white cat slapped out with one paw in disgust, and completed a tacit "high-five" with Song Xiaoniang.

Little lady Song shot again.

The white cat stretched out its claws again.

A woman and a cat are like two masters, and they duel more than ten palms in an instant.

Song Xiaoniang retracted her hand wordlessly, and the white cat burrowed into Bai Feng's arms angrily, looking at the woman opposite vigilantly.

Bai Feng couldn't laugh or cry, he looked at the little lady Song who was lowering her head, suddenly stretched out her left hand, and said, "To Sister Zhi, rub this, and you will be in a good mood." ”

He often had physical contact with Song Zhi, and Song Zhi covered his feet at every turn, so he didn't see outside.

When Song Xiaoniang saw that hand was stretched out, she really took it, grabbed it gently, and then sat silently beside the young man.

The white cat next to it suddenly moved, its two paws pulled to Bai Feng's right hand, and the meat ball "snapped" and beat violently.

Bai Feng flipped his right hand, trying to choke the back of its fateful neck, but the white cat swooped away with a "whoosh", and ran away in a few vertical jumps.

On the stone bench, only the boy and girl were left sitting close to them.

Palms of the hands are close to each other, fingers are interlocked.

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PS: Happy New Year's Day~