It was night, everything was silent, and there was no sound around.
According to what Fengfeng said, Zhang Qingjiu resignedly sewed a hundred beads on the wedding dress placed on the bedside, and then prepared to go to bed obediently.
Skylark and Zidie saw that she would no longer light the lamp and cook oil to read today, so they went to sleep peacefully.
However, after lying on the bed, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't fall asleep for no reason.
Xiaopan didn't sleep either. At some point he jumped out of the little nest on the side, coiled up on the quilt, spitting out letters, the little horns on his head swaying, and his big mung bean eyes blinking.
There was no moonlight outside the window, and the sky was pitch black, like a giant gluttonous beast with its mouth wide open.
Zhang Qingjiu stared at Xiaopan for a while and couldn't help but reach out to tease the two horns on its forehead.
Xiao Pan is definitely not a snake. After all, no snake in the world can grow horns, but if it has mutated, then maybe.
Perhaps because Zhang Qingjiu had been staring at her for a long time, Xiaopan also began to stare at her motionless, gradually moving in, almost becoming cross-eyed.
Zhang Qingjiu curled up the corners of his lips and smiled dumbly, "I can still tell that the gadget I gave to Fengfeng is a little guy who is half cat and half tiger. Unfortunately, I don't know whether the little guy's father is a cat or a tiger.
, it would be so interesting if it were a tiger mother and a cat father. What a great cat this must be to be able to do such a genius thing."
Xiaopan seemed to understand her words, Nobuko vomited even more happily, and her green bean eyes blinked with joy.
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at it, "I know you are familiar with it now, but I still say the same thing, don't let Fengfeng see it, you know?"
This little thing has wandered out from time to time in the past few days. Don't think that because she can't get out of Jianjiayuan, you don't know where it has gone.
Do you think that every time you come back, the few white hairs on your dark body are not eye-catching enough?
When Zhang Qingjiu said these words, Xiaopan didn't move, blinked his eyes, or stuck out his tongue. He looked very serious and well-behaved.
"But having said that, people can still tell it's a string, but what about you? Xiaopan, what kind of gadget are you?" Zhang Qingjiu squinted his eyes and couldn't help but place his fingers on its scales that were as hard as armor.
Poke it.
The two of them were staring at each other, when suddenly there was a gust of wind outside the door. One person and the other looked out the window almost at the same time, but soon, Zhang Qingjiu raised his arm, put out the candle, and then put the small plate under the quilt.
After a while, he concentrated on holding his breath and pretended to sleep.
The moment she closed her eyes, the window was suddenly opened, and footsteps fell to the ground with almost no sound.
"Is it her?" Someone spoke, a man's voice, with a low and cold tone.
"Yes, her name in the mortal world is Zhang Qingjiu." There was another male voice, the tone was not so sharp, but also had a gentle demeanor.
"I can tell at a glance. Although we only stayed here for a short time, I had a chance encounter with her." A proud female voice sounded, and she was about to step forward.
The two people around him had no intention of stopping him, and Zhang Qingjiu could feel the curtain he had just lowered being pulled up again.
"It's her." Glancing at the person on the bed, the woman's eyes flashed with disdain.
It was the original voice without any emotion again, "Now that you have found it, just take him away. The ancestor has given the order. You don't have to worry about anything else. You must bring this person back."
"Yes, senior brother." The other man responded, his footsteps gradually approaching the bed.
This time, Zhang Qingjiu could no longer pretend.
He opened his eyes suddenly, lifted the quilt, his eyes were cold and stern, "What do you mean by the late night visit?"
This change alarmed the three people in the room, "Huh? You're actually awake?"
"Didn't you have a sleeping spell? How could that happen?" The woman turned to look at the fat man who was walking towards the bed and closest to Zhang Qingjiu, with a hint of anger clearly on her face.
"You actually cast a spell?" Another voice sounded at the same time, with a tone of reproach.
"I..." The slightly fat man frowned, glanced at the thin man, and said in a weaker tone, "Brother, I will explain this to you later."
After saying that, he turned to look at the woman and snorted softly: "How do I know? Everyone else is asleep. Who knows why she is not asleep."
This tone was obviously dissatisfied.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the three people in front of her, not caring that she had woken up, and even starting to argue in front of her, with a more solemn look in her eyes.
Although Chu Lan didn't say anything about how impregnable the layout of the Wei Mansion was, it didn't mean that she didn't know.
It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to enter a place where no one is around. Let alone a human being, even a bird or a cat is afraid of being stared at.
There is only one possibility for being able to achieve this level and be so unscrupulous - it is definitely an ordinary person.
And in this world, the only people who are very human are the so-called Penglai Immortals.
I just didn't expect that they had already found me before I went to find them.
But why are they looking for her?
Zhang Qingjiu squinted her eyes and secretly activated the deduction technique. But what she didn't expect was that the three people in front of her were all in a mist, as if they were wrapped in something. The deduction method could not deduce it.
Derive half a point.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingjiu secretly stopped the deduction technique.
Since there is no way to deduce it, the best way is to adapt to the ever-changing situation and see what they want to do - at least, she can be sure that these three people are not here to kill her.
"Okay, stop arguing." In the end, it was the cold voice at the beginning that stopped this rather farcical quarrel.
Zhang Qingjiu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a thin figure wearing a white shirt walking out from behind the two of them. He had sharp eyebrows and handsome features. He walked step by step to Zhang Qingjiu's bedside and said, "Mr.
Junior Sister Qing, it’s us, when did you wake up?”
"Just now, who are you?" Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, Zi Qing, could it be the name Zhang Qingjiu used during the year he was away? Or was it the name given by Penglai?
"It seems that Junior Sister has really forgotten all of us." The man seemed to be relieved when he heard Zhang Qingjiu's answer, and the solemnity in his eyes was a little less, "But I don't blame Junior Sister, since you have chosen
Off the island, all memories and cultivation will be erased. It’s just that you begged so hard at the beginning that the memory of the blessing dance must be left no matter what, so you won’t forget this dance, right?”
Memory erased? Zhang Qingjiu's heart skipped a beat. So this is why she couldn't see what the original owner went through in the year after he left?
And this blessing dance, presumably it was the dance she originally planned to dance at the heaven-sacrifice ceremony?
But things went against her wishes, and she didn't expect that her only obsession would become the source of her life.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "I haven't forgotten."
These people can erase people's memories, and with the fog that even she can't penetrate, at least they are very capable and should not act rashly.
"Since this matter has not been forgotten, then everything is easy to talk about." The man nodded, his eyes a little more stern: "Junior sister Ziqing, although you can't remember the past, but since you also know that you were once my Penglai person,
Now the ancestor calls you to return, please follow us and set off quickly."