Qin Meng turned around and saw Liu Ruhai standing by the tea stall. He stood up and held his hands in his hands: "Mr. Liu."
The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words, but didn't know what to say, so they sat down to drink tea.
This scene fell into Cao Xiwan's eyes.
It turns out that Qin Meng suspected her because she had too much contact with Liu Ruhai?
After thinking about it, she asked Songbi to help deliver the news to the embroidery workshop, and then asked the embroidery workshop to deliver it to the Hou Mansion.
She got on the donkey and went back slowly. Based on her understanding of Qin Meng, he would not have followed if the Marquis had not spoken.
She thought for a while, then walked along the long street in front of the Hou Mansion and drove the donkey to Nanhe Baihu Station.
Su Jintian had a few days off and was practicing swordsmanship at home. On this day, he happened to be sitting on the floor in the duty room, talking to a few junior brothers who were doing small flags, and arranging the official duties of the city inspection department to patrol the city. Everyone knows that Su Jintian
He is extremely protective of his fellow juniors and sisters.
Suddenly I heard the news: "The young lady is here."
He was slightly startled.
On the other hand, some junior fellow students laughed: "Brother, please ask her quickly if she is using you to make money behind your back."
"It must be Qing Niangzi. I can't think of anyone who dares to use Senior Brother to make money. I also want to come to your door and smash the gambling board. Why do I look so familiar to the thief and banker? Isn't it the confidant Senior Master in front of Qing Niangzi?
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Su Jintian stood up and waved his hands.
The group of people bowed their hands and saluted, laughed and dispersed to each room in a blink of an eye.
One of them turned around in front of the door and said: "Brother, Qing Niang, do you want to go to a spring house for a drink tonight? She hasn't gone for a drink with us for a while." The voice was crisp and clear. It turned out to be the daughter of a man dressed in a flying fish suit.
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Of course Cao Xiwan knew the way and walked straight to Su Jintian's room.
From the short corridor, she saw that the windows behind the check-in room were covered with thick shade of pear trees. Last spring, she remembered that the flowers were blooming and the shadows of the branches were piled with snow.
Now that winter is coming to an end, there is occasionally new green. The branches are still lonely.
She looked at Su Jintian, feeling surprised.
Not quite right?
He has grown at least two inches taller. Although his face is still the same as before, his lines have become more muscular.
The nephrite-like young man's face had turned into a resolute face with sharp eyes and stern eyebrows. The memory of the young man from Mo Shang in the past was blurred in her mind.
She obviously met him once during the Winter Solstice Festival.
What's going on? Is the current Su Jintian fake, a substitute for Biying Palace? Why have I never heard of it?
She stopped at the door.
Su Jintian's eyes moved slightly and he stopped in the room.
His black cloak hangs straight down, with a flying fish suit underneath and a jade-hook sword at his waist.
Layers of branches fell all over the house, covering him. She could see the flying fish and snake on his black robe, and the gray and light gold on the floor tiles. The shape of the snake moved with the wind and flowed with the waves.
The clothes seemed to have remained unchanged for many years, but the person was different.
She was secretly on guard.
If he comes over again, she won't be polite.
"Passing by, come to have tea?" he asked.
She ignored him and just asked: "Master Hou, have you ever told me to let you go to other places?"
"...No." He stood in his check-in room with his arms folded, looking at her.
She thought for a while: "You said if Mr. Hou wanted to kill me, who would he look for?"
"I."
She glanced at him and nodded: "You are no match for me." She looked relieved.
He made a sound that sounded like a smile but not a smile.
She thought, it seemed to be the real person. Then she pointed to the Biying knife on his waist: "Take off the knife."
His face darkened, as if because it was her, he said slowly: "No."
"Xiao Qiao - where's the tea?" she shouted outside.
Junior brother Qiao Qiangsheng was actually peeking through the window behind the check-in room. He saw that the young lady did not dare to enter the room and was laughing until her stomach ached. Unexpectedly, she called her a nickname. The junior brothers and sisters next to her burst into laughter.
Xiao Qiao cursed secretly and had no choice but to pour tea. He carried the tea up the corridor to the door of the check-in room. Cao Xiwan stopped in front of the door, took the tea and asked him quietly: "Are you a substitute?"
Xiao Qiao laughed out loud.
"It's me." Su Jintian was impatient, "Didn't I tell you before? My sword skills are not good. That's why I have always been feminine."
"We just met a while ago." She sharply pointed out the fact. Xiao Qiao's face cramped with laughter.
"It's the Winter Solstice Festival. You were so sick that you didn't even pay attention to me." Su Jintian sneered. He went there specially to celebrate with her.
Huh? She heard it, and it seemed to be the case.
At that time, she was checking whether Liu Ruhai was a spy, and she was fighting with Mrs. Hou. She asked someone to send him a message. He came over, left a message and left.
"I liked you as you were before." She looked at him.
There was a red shadow like a third eye between his eyebrows, which looked exactly like what he once said, when the Biying Sword Technique was perfected, there would be blood marks between his eyebrows.
"Congratulations." She smiled.
Xiao Qiao next to me quickly asked: "If we have such a good relationship, right? We don't have to pay back the money."
She decisively refused: "No." Then she looked at Su Jintian regretfully, "This is also pretty good-looking. But you will never be able to fall in love with a noble lady from a noble family. Big sisters, they all like weak boys."
Xiao Qiao almost wanted to fall to the ground laughing, but was too frightened to speak.
Su Jintian had gloomy eyes, and she looked at him with a smile.
The fierce wind swept over the chaotic figures in the check-in room, and she felt that the hot wind blowing against her face was actually burning with flames. Her heart sank, and his sword energy actually materialized.
"Chen Ming said that he wants you to break up with Ms. Yang's sister." She thought for a while, "They are talking about getting married. Besides, she is a little girl."
With a squeaking sound, she saw a crack in the corner of Xiao Qiao's clothes.
Now, only Lady Qing dares to say such words to her senior brother. Xiao Qiao's vest is soaked with sweat.
After a long confrontation, he waved his hands expressionlessly. Xiao Qiao quickly brought another cup of tea in and silently withdrew.
She stood at the door of the room, not looking at him at all, only looking carefully at the tea in the cup.
Su Jintian knew that she was still suspicious.
"No poison."
"Oh." She nodded.
He took half a step back and sat down. The winter sunshine was bright. The two of them sat and stood in silence, drinking tea.
She placed the tea cup on the windowsill and bowed before saying goodbye. It was as if she came here just to confirm that when the Marquis wanted to kill her, he would definitely let Su Jintian come.
Suddenly, he said from behind: "Wouldn't it be better to please the Marquis?"
She looked back at him.
There was a trace of blood between his eyebrows, and his eyes were especially blue, reflecting her figure.
His jet-black hair was tightly tied up in a Wu Bian and held back by a black beaded horizontal hairpin, but you could see that a few strands of hair on his forehead were slightly curled, adding a touch of softness to his hard face.
Just like the boy he used to be.
Su Jintian has foreign ancestry.
She said: "I have never been one to please."
"It has been for the past ten years."
She was slightly stunned and looked at him for a long time. Was he calling her a flatterer of the Marquis? She smiled: "...In that case, I have been trying to please him for more than ten years. I am tired of it."