A smile appeared in Yin Ji'an's light brown eyes, and he took the lantern handed over by He Baobao: "Since it is your kind consideration, I will accept it."
He calmly placed the lantern on the table with books, his expression was natural, and he didn't pay special attention to the lantern.
Could it be that she had guessed wrong? Baobao He wiggled his eyebrows.
She obediently climbed onto the futon and sat down, asking, "Sir, do you like this style of painting?"
"Of course the baby likes the things given by me."
He Baobao felt like he was punched on soft cotton. It was soft, but it easily neutralized her strength.
She raised her little face and looked at him: "Sir, he is very knowledgeable and well-informed. He should know a lot about the Lantern Festival in the human world. Can you tell the students about it?"
When Yin Ji'an saw this, he knew that he might not be able to attend today's class. He smiled warmly and sat opposite He Baobao, showing elegance in his every move.
He didn't ask her why she insisted on asking about the Lantern Festival, and just smiled and said: "The Lantern Festival is a festival in the human world. At this time, people in the human world will go to put out lanterns and pray for peace."
"Have you ever heard of another legend about the Lantern Festival?"
The smile in Yin Jian's eyes did not change: "Since it is a legend, some people must have heard it and some people have not."
"That rumor came from Japan, and since you are from Japan, you should have heard of it." He Baobao held up his little face and looked at him motionless.
When the boatman told the story that the legend of the ancient Huasang Kingdom came from Japan, the first person He Baobao thought of was Yin Ji'an. By coincidence, he suddenly came to the Demon Palace and became her new teacher, which made her very happy.
It's hard not to connect the two.
In addition, he had the aura of the underworld and a mysterious origin, which really made He Baobao curious. So he told the big devil that he didn't want to come, but in fact he still wanted to come.
"I see, then I'm a little curious. Could you please tell me what kind of legend it is."
"In the human world, there is another Lantern Festival, which was probably established to commemorate the former monarch of the ancient Huasang Kingdom."
He Baobao's little breasts said in a serious voice, and people couldn't help but be deceived by her soft and cute appearance.
"The local people built monuments and temples for the monarch and praised his merits and touching deeds in his life. The incense is very popular."
What He Baobao said was true. When she went to the night market with the big devil, she often encountered people praising the deeds of the monarch, and even posted many related things.
She didn't know if it was just a gimmick for a commercial event, or if someone was using it to plot something.
When passing by the temple dedicated to Lord Huasang, a faint force from inside attracted her to go in. In the end, the big devil stopped her in time and pulled her back.
Yin Jian's eyebrows were light. He opened the milk bottle, handed it to He Baobao, motioned for her to drink it, and said with a casual smile: "I've probably heard of this legend."
"really?"
Baobao He's eyes lit up, and his expression of surprise was undisguised. Before he even drank the milk on his lips, he was staring at Yin Ji'an with gleaming eyes.
Yin Jian spoke unhurriedly, with a soothing and steady voice: "There is actually another part of that rumor. Do you know what it is?"
He Baobao shook his head.
All she knew was what the boatman said, and she didn't know much.
"It's about Lord Hua Sang." When he said this, his smiling eyes froze for a moment.
"Do you know how that monarch died?"
He Baobao frowned. The system had only told her that the Huasang monarch had disappeared and the Huasang Kingdom had been destroyed. It had only briefly mentioned it, but had not stated it clearly.
Yin Jian looked at her deeply, then handed the book in his hand to He Baobao, and said in a faint tone: "Kill."
At the same time, He Baobao subconsciously raised his hand to pick it up, and happened to hear the two words he uttered. He paused and touched a string of black beads on Yin Jian's wrist with his paws.
His pupils shrank, and before he could take a closer look, several complex lines flashed across the beads, and a picture instantly appeared in He Baobao's mind.
The young monarch in battle armor was majestic and arrogant, fighting bloody battles in the bitter cold land, his delicate profile face stained with the blood of his enemies.
He held up the long sword and struck down with one strike after another ruthlessly. Countless blood stained the shiny armor, but he didn't care much. He was still fast and accurate, but his movements were numb.
He Baobao couldn't see his face clearly.
As soon as the scene changed, the young monarch and many soldiers were trapped in the snow, surrounded by swaying snow mountains. This was a sign of a blood avalanche.
Densely packed soldiers surrounded the young monarch, using their thin bodies to build layers of human shields for him. Even though their bodies were filled with sharp arrows, no one fell down.
The young monarch was covered in blood, wielding a bloodthirsty long sword. He forced himself to kneel in the snow. The blood on his body flowed all over the ground, turning the white snow red. It was difficult to tell who belonged to it.
Blood.
Surrounded by soldiers who were dying to resist, the young monarch wanted to get up, but he was already exhausted and his muscles were broken. He could not even hold the sword in his hand. He could only watch helplessly as the soldiers around him continued to fall.
Someone else added it.
Those sharp arrows are merciless and fatal at every turn.
At the same time, an avalanche occurred, and the white snow pressed down like smoke. The young monarch's eyes were red, and his eyes were soaked with blood, and everything he touched was scarlet.
He used up his last bit of strength and threw the long sword in his hand as the snow fell. The target was the snow-capped mountain overlooking him.
The snow-capped mountains cut him off in the middle, and the young monarch, together with thousands of soldiers who were alive and dead, were buried under the ice and snow.
When the ice and snow covered it, He Baobao saw those eyes in a trance. They were scarlet and violent, so thick that they seemed to have substance, but it was hard to see them clearly.
Those eyes, so familiar...
He Baobao woke up suddenly.
When she regained consciousness, she looked around. She was still in the small pavilion, opposite Yin Jian, and she was holding a book in her hand.
In a daze, He Baobao saw it as the sword in the hands of the monarch in front of him.
He let go of his hand and fell on the table.
"What's wrong?" Yin Jian on the opposite side noticed something strange about her and asked softly.
He Baobao rubbed his eyes, and when he looked at the book on the table, he realized that it was just an enlightenment book.
"Knowledge of Documents"
He Baobao was stunned for a moment. She shook her head and tried to wake herself up.
Then he looked at Yin Jian, with a hint of inquiry: "Sir, did you see anything just now?"
Yin Jian smiled slightly: "Seeing you throw away the book I gave you counts?"
His voice was clear and playful, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.
He Baobao smiled on his face and said calmly: "Of course I will."
She looked at Yin Ji'an's raised white wrist: "Just now, the student saw a string of black Buddhist beads on the hand of the teacher. It was very beautiful. Sir, would you like to open the students' eyes?"