"Don't come again, we can't go on like this. ”

Si Ming sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his thin shirt. People will always gain a short period of reason after their passion fades, and a young man with a very scheming mind like Siming will mix his reason with a little coldness.

Suddenly a pink lotus-like arm stretched out from the quilt and tightly wrapped it around his chest. A lazy, delicate voice said, "Are you willing to drive me away?"

Si Ming really loves and hates her. This woman's name is Momiji, five years older than herself, and she is her father's concubine.

She was originally the top brand of the "Tianxiang Building" in the capital, but Zhang Xiaoqing took a fancy to her, so she married home.

But the beauties of the Qin Wangfu are like clouds, and over time, they naturally snubbed this kiln sister. And Momiji is at the age of his most energetic, and he can't be idle no matter what. So he started the idea of the son.

Coincidentally, Siming also fell in love with her.

Siming was too tired to live. The biggest feeling he gives people is perfection, the kind of perfection that you can't fault at all. His level of knowledge and governance far surpasses that of his peers, and his words and deeds are even more like a spring breeze. What people see is a radiant prince of Qin.

But only he understands how tiring it is. He must carefully maintain his image, not to mention overstepping the norm, even if he is out of line, he will not dare to move.

How many nights have he stared at the veins in his wrist under the candlelight. Sometimes he really wanted to cut it and see what color the blood was.

But he finally resisted the urge. It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I'm afraid that others will see the scar on my wrist.

Siming has his own troubles.

Don't look at his father as a baby now, but in the end, he is just an "adopted son". The so-called adopted son may be replaced at any time. If he loses his status as a son, he is nothing. Before coming to the palace, Siming lived in a slum, a place he would never want to go back to.

Therefore, although he is extremely honored in the eyes of others, he seems to be walking on a thin tightrope, and below is an abyss.

But the more depressed a person is, the more he wants to do something out of the ordinary. So, when he saw Momiji's provocative and suggestive gaze for the first time, he simply catered to it. This dangerous game made him want to stop.

Si Ming sighed and said, "Anyway, you don't even want to come recently." Don't you know that Guanyin Bodhisattva is now living in my house, and if she finds out about our business, it will be all over. ”

Momiji leaned up like a snake and wrapped her slippery and boneless arms around Simi's neck: "No." People say, 'It is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage'. How could a monk come to spoil our good deeds? Besides, ......," she said with a smile, "I don't think that woman is a bodhisattva, just a charlatan." ”

Siming sank his face: "You mean that my father was also deceived?"

Momiji snorted contemptuously: "It's not the first time your father has been deceived, isn't he also in the dark about the two of us?"

Siming was speechless for a moment, silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "How do you know that she is a liar?"

Momiji replied lightly: "Don't forget, I'm begging for a living in the fence." Whether someone else is lying or not, I can tell at a glance. The woman ......," she frowned, "there was something terrible in this woman's eyes, and I couldn't tell what it was." But she's definitely not a bodhisattva. ”

Si Ming said: "Then according to you, what is her intention to come to our house?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in guessing. Momiji lifted the quilt and stepped out of bed, her back as white and smooth as ivory. She took a thin cigarette stick and said as she smoked, "If she doesn't mess with me, I won't mess with her." But if she comes to ruin our good deeds, I will definitely let her not be able to eat and walk around......"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Siming turned his head in disgust, annoyed by the recklessness of his subordinates, and said viciously: "What's wrong?"

But it was a gentle and low female voice that answered him: "Shizi, the poor monk asks to see." ”

This voice was like thunder in Si Ming's ears, and he was immediately frightened into sweat, and muttered, "Mud Bodhisattva...... Why is she here?"

There was a knock on the door again. Si Ming didn't answer, he didn't answer, and he cast a pitiful look at Momiji for help.

Momiji was much calmer than him, pointing to the closet next to him, and then to himself.

Simon nodded and went to open the door. As soon as he opened the crack in the door, a strong hand pulled it open. I didn't expect the mud bodhisattva to look weak, but his strength was so amazing.

She smiled mysteriously and walked inside.

Si Ming could have stopped this rude action immediately, but he was a thief and allowed the mud bodhisattva to break in.

Fortunately, the room was empty, and there was nothing on the table of the Eight Immortals except a cigarette stick, and even the body fragrance of the red leaves had somehow dissipated.

The mud bodhisattva glanced around with a sharp gaze, and Si Ming involuntarily blocked his body in front of the closet.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice his movements, but looked at the cigarette stick thoughtfully: "Does Shizi like to smoke?"

"It's a little fetish, it's really ...... It's really unorthodox. ”

This kind of cigarette stick is for women, and the mud bodhisattva will not be unaware. She had noticed it, but she didn't say it today.

She smiled: "Shizi, please take a seat." ”

Si Ming sat down crampedly, completely forgetting that this was his room.

"Shizi, the poor monk just looked up at astronomy and found that Taibai ate the Pleiades, and the obsidian star was fierce, which was a sign of great murder in the main East Palace. I am eager to save people, and I am offended for a moment, and I ask for forgiveness.

But fortunately, as soon as the poor monk came, the bad omen was gone. ”

Siming wiped his sweat with the situation: "That's good, that's good." He looked down at his feet and said nothing.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, and it stands to reason that no matter who it is, it should say goodbye to the master now.

But the mud bodhisattva had no intention of leaving.

"Does the prince know who that obsidian is?"

"I don't know. ”

"You hear it well, Bai Yaoxing's true identity is your father's own son!" the mud bodhisattva stared at Si Ming's face.

Siming was surprised: "No, how is it possible? My father adopted me because he had no children under his knees, if he had a son......

The mud bodhisattva said categorically: "I just watched him be born." When Zhou died in childbirth, the prince was angry and abandoned him. But ah...... When a man is old, he is easy to soften, and your father still talks about him during the day. ”

Siming asked nervously, "What did my father say?"

He said he was sorry for the kid. If he can be found, he should be given half of it. ”

Siming suddenly became hysterical: "Confused!"

The mud bodhisattva pretended to be surprised: "Shizi, what do you mean by this? That's your own flesh and blood, isn't it reasonable to divide some family property? In my opinion, the King of Qin still retains your position as the son of the family, and he has already fulfilled his benevolence and righteousness." But ......"

"But how?"

"Don't ......be too careful," the Bodhisattva smiled faintly: "King Qin doesn't seem to be very satisfied with your governance during this time. He said to me, "This kid is too benevolent and cowardly, and he doesn't know how to make a decision to kill, so it's hard for him to become a big deal." Of course, Ling Zun has high expectations for you, and some criticisms are reasonable. ”

The muscles and bones of Siming's whole body seemed to be weak, and he collapsed on the chair, his face like ashes. After a long time, he suddenly smiled reluctantly: "They ...... Father and son must know each other, right?"

The mud bodhisattva sighed and shook his head again: "That's not true?"

"No? why?"

The mud bodhisattva said: "Shizi, think about it: Bai Yao Xing is here to harm people, if I tell the prince that this is his own son, won't it make him sad?"

There was a light of excitement in his eyes, like a drowning man grasping the plank. "That's right! You're doing the right thing! Don't make him sad!"

The mud bodhisattva nodded: "Good! The poor monk also thought that he could observe for a while. If the plague star no longer does evil, the poor monk will forgive his sinful karma, and it will not be too late to reunite their father and son. ”

"If so...... Why won't he change it?" asked Si Ming eagerly, unaware that one of his faces had become distorted and terrifying.

Mud Bodhisattva Yin clasped his palms together: "The poor monk has no choice but to defend the way to get rid of demons." ”

Siming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, there are a few people in this palace who know Bai Yaoxing's background. The mud bodhisattva seemed to inadvertently mention: "They are the old housekeeper Gong Qing, the midwife Wu Ma, and Zheng Laosi, who specializes in delivering letters." If I were Obsidian, I would have killed them first in order to hide my identity!...... This is just the speculation of the poor monks. Again, may he be lost!"

Siming did not answer, but muttered and repeated: "Gong Qing, Wu Ma, Zheng Laosi, ......"

A cruel smile suddenly flashed across the corner of the mud bodhisattva's mouth, like lightning that disappeared in the dark clouds. She stood up suddenly: "Shizi, the poor monk is leaving!"

Only then did Siming suddenly wake up from his thoughts, regain his polite manners, and said, "Send the Bodhisattva down." ”

The mud bodhisattva is gone. But Siming fell into deep thought again.

Then the door to the closet creaked open. Momiji came out of it, and her shock was no less than that of Si Ming.

"Is that woman telling the truth?"

"It's true or not. Did you hear that?" said Siming, groping around the belly of the Eight Immortals' Table. There was a letter opener sleeping in it. It's small, but it's sharp enough to kill a woman.

"Of course I heard it, I'm not deaf!" Momiji said with a little annoyance. "I have an idea that will not only solve that little ghost, but also allow us to be a long-term husband and wife. ”

"Oh?" said Si Ming's hand slowly removed from the letter opener. "Tell me what the trick is, then?"

"You've got to find a reliable subordinate first...... What are you touching in the belly of the table?"

"Sister Momiji......" Si Ming smiled softly and took out an eyebrow pencil. "I'm going to paint your eyebrows!"