At midnight, Jing Che wanted to sneak away countless times, but when there was any movement, Baili Fengjian, who had been guarding the door, would knock on the door frame and ask quietly what was wrong.
In the end, she had no choice but to sleep like this. Jingche thought it would be a tormented night, but she didn't expect that Baili Fengjian was staying outside and she slept with great peace of mind. It was not until the traffic began to be noisy the next day that she woke up from the movement.
As soon as she got together, the quilt made a rustling noise, Baili Fengjian's voice came: "Awaken?"
He actually kept it all night.
Jing Che was a little stunned. This was not like his personality. How could he become so worried about gains and losses, and become so good that she felt that this was not like the master who once loved and killed her.
...In fact, it may not be difficult to understand. Most of them were like this before. When he was good, he wanted to give it to you all the world, but when he was cruel, he could destroy the whole world.
"The clothes are put outside the door."
Jing Che got up and walked over, opened a crack in the door, and handed a bag in the outside. She saw his slender and gentle fingers pinching the bag on his head, and faint blue veins winding into his sleeves. Those who have lived for so many years have no trace of being urged by time - removing the vicissitudes of his own unkemptness brought to him by his own sense of vicissitudes.
"A Che?" Perhaps because she felt that she had been on the pestle for a long time, Baili Kaori tentatively called out.
However, the answer to him was Jing Che closed the door without hesitation and blocked him outside. He rubbed his nose helplessly... This girl, after eight years, still has such a stubborn temper... she really doesn't want to see him at all?
Jing Che opened the bag and stood barefoot on the cold ground. His fingers slowly moistened the plain texture of the clothes. He shook open and found that there was a small porcelain bottle wrapped inside. She pulled out the plug on it, poured out a little liquid inside and wiped it on the back of her hand, and her face immediately flushed inexplicably.
The blood on her legs last night was fake... but he thought it was her virgin blood and even sent this ointment. This man is not careful about the details, but sometimes he is so careful that it makes people feel... warm and warm.
However, Jing Che raised his hand and poured out the window the sticky liquid inside the porcelain bottle.
Before he could make a sound after putting on his clothes, Baili Fengjian seemed to have settled the time and said at the door: "Ache, today's lion dance in Kunfang City, I'll take you out for a walk."
"Don't go."
Jing Che was determined, and before she could finish her speech, Baili Fengjian appeared behind her before she even blinked, speeding so fast that it was unresponsive.
He took her shoulder for granted and said without saying anything: "Let's go."
Jing Che did not insist on refusing, thinking that it might be easy to get out of crowded places, but he still treated Baili Fengjian coldly with an expression of reluctance.
When we got outside, the lion dance had not started yet. Baili Fengjian and Jingche sat down at a nearby tea shop and found that there were more people in this tea shop than waiting for lion dance outside.
The seats in the tea shop were full of seats, and there was a square small table in front of the neat tables and chairs. The storyteller on the table was shaking his head and telling stories.
The proposal to come in to have tea was proposed by Jing Che. She was rarely willing to say something to him, so he was naturally too busy to agree. But in fact, whether it was lion dancing or listening to books, he was unwilling to enter such a crowded shop, which was a story that he was not interested in at all.
No matter how good the story is, it is just someone else’s family matters, but he has his own story before he can finish it.
However, he took a closer look at the plaque of this tea shop, and the handwriting made him feel familiar.
"I'll say, brother, you're from another place." The tea-filling guy stopped in front of his seat, flipped the thick teapot and filled the tea cup with hot tea.
"This storyteller is a big celebrity here. He is now telling the story of good sisters saving Fengchen. When the two sisters kicked the dirty official unconscious, he would still be like closing his eyes and pretending to die."
Baili Fengjian responded perfunctorily and sent away the overly enthusiastic guy.
Jing Che glanced at it and said coldly, "Don't you like to listen? Then let's go?"
The girl's voice was not loud but clear, and she was always particularly penetrating. Everyone around her looked over. Baili Fengjian didn't care much, so she smiled faintly. At this time, Yu Guang swept to a corner of the white clothes in the backstage, and his eyes gradually became solemn. After a while, he relaxed on the back of the chair and said slowly: "Sit down."
The guests from all walks of life in the tea shop were noisy, and the voices of the storytellers on the stage were even louder.
Baili Fengjian glanced at the bright eyes of the week and did not see the man in white again.
At this time, the sound on the stage suddenly stopped, and the noisy guests all held their breath. Many people are regular customers here, and when they see such a scene, they naturally understand that this is a gimmick for Mr. Storyteller. Gradually, some people started to coax Mr. Storyteller to continue to tell the next story.
But today, this storyteller seemed to be having a fight with everyone, and no matter how he called, there was no sound.
A few bold regular customers reached out to the stage and poked the storyteller with his eyes closed. However, it was this point that the storyteller actually leaned back and fell to the ground.
At this time, the guests in the hall had already started whispering, and some were even more frightened and retreated.
A curious guest stepped onto the stage and pushed the storyteller's body, but the storyteller really didn't move.
I don’t know who was in the hall shouting “It’s dead”, and the guests in the hall made a frightened sound and rushed towards the door.
Baili Fengjian and the others were sitting near the door. He had just seen clearly the situation ahead, but before he could recover, he saw Jing Che beside him having stopped him to the door.
"Why? Just after the murder case, you want to leave without waiting for the government's people to come?" Jing Che grabbed Baili Fengjian's sleeve, with an unusual majesty in his expression, and said to everyone, "Did you think you will be found out one by one and sent to the government office to get a board?"
As soon as she said that, the people who flocked in the crowd really stopped at the door.
Baili Fengjian looked at her for no reason. Just as he was about to say a few words, he heard neat footsteps sounding around him. After a while, the official yamen runners had already guarded the door of the store.
Baili Fengma looked at Jing Che in surprise and said with reproach, "Didn't you trap us too?"
Jing Che just smiled at him: "Master, if we leave just now, can we really escape this trouble? If they can't solve the case and investigate the guests present, they will naturally think that we killed people."
Although Baili Kazuma wanted to refute, she really felt that she could not find any mistakes in her words.