This is a deserted courtyard.

The dead grass lay on the ground in winter, the door lintel covered with dust, there were no plaques or couplets, and the blue-gray paint fell into a mottled spot. You can tell at a glance that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

There is no voice in the deep alley, the dim sky is covered with low pressure, and there seems to be a layer of moisture floating in the air, which is cold and harsh. The deep part of the long corridor is dark and dark light.

The door creaked and opened,

Closed silently again.

There was no light, the light was very dark, the worn curtain flew in the wind, and a petite figure rushed over from afar, hugging Huiming's waist tightly. Tight, tight, as if afraid that he would disappear, Huiming was stunned for a moment, his arms fell on her soft waist, lowered his head and kissed her bright red lips, breathing rapidly and heavy.

They didn't say anything, and looked inside the dense spider webs of the broken window, and the figures of the two seemed to be deeply embedded together, kissing me to myself.

Shi Yongping breathed tightly.

Come to mulberry mouth and tongue.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed to be woken up by the cold wind. The woman pushed Huiming’s shoulder with her hands and breathed in distractedly, her red face was full of shame.

"Don't……"

Monk Huiming ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name, but in this world of beauty, he finally couldn't understand the three realms and five elements. He was so excited that he was just kissing. How could he let go?

The woman's weak breathing was like intoxicating spring wine, confusing his heart. He called "Jiaojiao" softly, hooked back to her slender waist and pressed into her arms. A vague sound fell from her cheeks, slid across her chin, and stayed on her neck. One hand almost brutally peeled off her clothes, with her heavy hot lips, and turned around her snow-white neck like gnawing, leaving a string of pink...

"Brother Biao..."

The woman's low voice, like a string plucking, was so pleasant to the ears of Shi Yong's eardrums familiarly-

She couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but her brocade-like black hair and slender white neck, and her slightly raised side face gave her a strong sense of familiarity.

Ruan Jiaojiao?

She remembered.

The cuckold on the head of the King of Chu is really one after another...

That man deserves it!

"Jiaojiao, you have suffered."

"As long as you are well, I will not be afraid of any hardship."

"I'm sorry for you."

"Brother Biao..."

"Jiaojiao."

Shi Yong laughed in his heart, and suddenly felt a little disappointed again.

When Monk Huiming came here, she thought she could discover the key to the case, but she was actually here to have an affair?

The monk's love affairs are the most morally corrupt, and he cannot cure his sins.

However, since morality is corrupted, you can take the opportunity to act...

The two people inside were panting and entangled, but Shi Yong's mind was spinning rapidly.

Laisang elbowed her gently, pointed outside, and opened her mouth silently.

"Do you still want to see?"

Shi Yong couldn't see what he said, frowned and looked at the wild mandarin duck inside. He had a plan, and suddenly laughed, patted Dahei, signaling it to go out, and then, while Lai Sang was stunned, he suddenly broke into the window and yelled in a low voice.

"You guys are so brave!"

"Ah!" Ruan Jiaojiao's screams cut through her eardrums, grabbed Huiming's sleeve and hid behind him, buried her whole face on his back, and her body shivered.

Monk Huiming felt very distressed, blocked her, and looked at the four men of Laisang, Wuwei and Yu'an, who were accompanying him.

"Who are you?"

Shi Yong sneered, "It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that you, Master Huiming, and the disciple of Zen Master Jueyuan of Qingshou Temple, are actually in love with the King of Chu's Lady Ruan. Guess what would happen if Zen Master Jueyuan and King of Chu knew about this?"

Huiming immediately turned pale.

Ruan Jiaojiao's shoulders trembled, she timidly poked her head out, and looked at the "masked men" in front of her in horror. Her voice was pitifully soft and helpless.

"Dear heroes, please give us your best, let us go. We are also... miserable people."

"A miserable person?"

Shi Yong looked lazy.

"What's the hardship?"

Ruan Jiaojiao bit her lower lip, her eyes turned red, and she looked very pitiful. Shi Yong looked at this face with an indescribable disgust.

Ruan Jiaojiao really looks too much like Shi Yong.

She looked at Huiming without looking at her and sneered lazily.

"The century-old ancient temple of Qingshou Temple, Zen Master Jueyuan is also a monk, Lusi Zen Buddhism. If he doesn't commit the great precepts, what will he do if his disciples commit the great precepts?"

Huiming breathed unevenly and looked at her with gritted teeth.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Shi Yong twitched and said nothing.

The few people next to them were like puppets, motionless.

Four people and four ghost masks looked extremely terrifying in the deserted courtyard with a scattered qi.

Huiming clenched his fists and still protected Ruan Jiaojiao behind him.

"If you want money, you can make a number."

Laisang was angry, "Do you think grandpa is a person who is short of money?"

He was a stranger, and his accent was somewhat different from that of the people of Dayan. He was tall and arrogant. He didn't have to pretend, but he looked like he was ruthless.

Huiming said coldly, "What do you want?"

Laisang: "Grandpa doesn't want anything, he just likes to see you guys, thieves, and women who are rampant, being stripped of masks."

Shi Yong glanced at him.

Laisang thought he was wrong and shut up immediately.

However, a naturally ruthless person speaks much more effectively than hers.

After Lai Sang was ruthless, Huiming had not yet responded. Ruan Jiaojiao was so scared that her face was as white as paper and her voice trembled.

"Dear heroes, Brother Biao and I are not, we are not thieves and prostitutes. We are in love with each other..."

Shi Yong wanted to know the story behind it, for fear that Sang would come out to destroy the rhythm of the conversation, so he chuckled and said coldly: "The two people are in love but they are flying together. I love to hear such a tragic story the most. Let's talk about it, let's hear it. If I touch me, it's okay to spare you."

Huiming wanted to speak, but Shi Yong pointed at him.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear you."

Huiming's fists chuckled, and Shi Yong laughed when he saw this and looked at Ruan Jiaojiao.

"Miss, I'm just looking at you with pity, so I'm willing to listen to you. If you adulterer is not aware of the current affairs, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Don't blame the hero, I'll say I'll say."

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at Huiming and said with tears in her eyes: "I was sold into a brothel since I was a child. Brother Biao was also a handyman in the building at that time. We were in love with each other. I wanted to save enough money and redeem myself, so I went away, but..."

She lowered her eyes, and there seemed to be a layer of mist on her long eyelashes.

"My mother raised me and refused to let me redeem myself easily. My brother Biao was reported to me. My mother knew that she beat Brother Biao and drove him out of Yihonglou. I was locked up until I was sent to the King of Chu's Palace..."

Someone sent her to the King of Chu?

Shi Yong chuckled: "Your Highness, King of Chu, isn't better than your Brother Biao?"

Ruan Jiaojiao secretly glanced at Monk Huiming and smiled bitterly: "I am a brothel woman. It is a blessing that I can win the favor of Your Highness, but how can Your Highness treat me sincerely? I have self-knowledge... I just want to live with a good man but I don't want to cling to the dragon and the phoenix."

Shi Yong seemed to be smiling but did not smile, deliberately scaring her.

"This is not a reason. Since you follow the King of Chu, you are just unfaithful and deserve to die!"

Ruan Jiaojiao bit her lower lip lightly, and her tears fell from anger.

"It's not like that. Brother Biao left and went to Qingshou Temple. I had already stopped thinking about it... I know that I will never be with him again in this life..."

"Oh?" Shi Yong said: "Then what are you two doing now?"

Ruan Jiaojiao's cheeks were swollen and her eyes were pitiful.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, but later... Brother Biao wants to avenge me."

Her voice is very small, but the word "revenge" is very harsh.

Shi Yong's eyes sterned and his eyes lit up.

"What kind of revenge?"

Ruan Jiaojiao glanced at Huiming timidly and lowered her head, "Since you know my identity, you must have heard of that rumor. I was given to Lu Jianan by Liu, Liu Rongfa... and suffered all the humiliation..."

"Before and with the King of Chu or the Queen of Chu?"
To be continued...