He raised his hand, and the black brocade cloak fluttered slightly. He was sitting on the carved chair, and the cloak fell down like a brilliant light. He was so grand and extraordinary that even she couldn't help but feel dazzled.
He frowned sideways: "I don't want to do anything."
She stared at him, which meant that if the Marquis asked him to kill her, he would not be merciful.
The two looked at each other, and she nodded: "I understand. One-on-one?"
"No."
"..." She looked at Su Jintian who was sitting firmly.
"There are twelve people in the Biying Puppet Dance." He said slowly, "I don't want to kill you myself unless I have to."
"...You're just thirteen against one of me, and you still say it so nicely." She was not angry.
He smiled lowly, stood up, slowly took off the knife on the jade hook and placed it on the table.
She was startled and took half a step back.
This doesn't look like Su Jintian anymore.
That is the Biying sword, which he carries with him and never leaves his body.
Su Jintian walked forward slowly, stood in front of her, folded his arms, and stared at her:
"It won't work with drugs."
She was stunned and laughed: "It's no use to me -"
Su Jintian raised his left hand and slowly stroked her fluffy temples. She stopped talking and frowned.
He has indeed changed a lot, not only his body shape, but also his momentum has completely changed.
Moreover, when a master fights with a master, even if his arms are half a point longer, it can change life or death. She was one and a half better than him in the past, but it will be hard to say next time.
In an instant, she understood the reason why he took off the knife.
He was sure of killing her.
He felt that she would never be able to recover with the help of pills. She sneered secretly and did not step back. She only squinted her eyes and said unhappily: "Don't touch me."
"..." He smiled and retracted his hand.
When he and she were closest in the past, their blood might have melted together.
But most of the time, they just hold hands. They pass by the long street, walk in summer shadows, listen to the chirping of cicadas, and kill people in the noise. They are almost the same height. He is only half an inch taller. Qingluo knows that he is a tall man.
He is a weak, curly-haired, foreign boy with crystal-white skin. He may be of Mongolian, Han, Semu or even Jurchen descent.
It was also the first time he looked down at her like this.
"Our friendship is life and death. Don't make it difficult for me." He said softly, "Is it so difficult to be a concubine?"
"No." She said softly, "You have grown much taller than last year. Who taught you how to use the Biying Sword?"
"..." He looked at her silently.
She thought to herself that someone could actually teach Biying Sword Technique.
Surprisingly, he was able to break through to this point.
"Don't make it difficult for me. Seeing that you are about to be promoted to a thousand households." She said softly, raised her hand slightly, and held his face with the tips of her fingers, "The person who can give you guidance is definitely not the Marquis. You
Do you want me to report it to the Marquis?"
He stared at her.
"Besides, you accepted a disciple and didn't treat me to a drink." She smiled, "Asking her to salute me, I can be considered her elder after all."
He smiled silently. After a long time, he held a few of her cold fingers in his right hand and agreed, "Okay."
She immediately turned around and shouted: "Xiao Qiao——!"
Su Jintian sat aside with his hands folded, watching his two apprentices coming over, and smiled respectfully: "Aunt Cao."
Cao Xiwan nodded with satisfaction, picked at the rope, and took out two gold and copper coins, "Here, I'll make up for the New Year's money for the Winter Solstice."
She still had a third one in her hand. She looked at Su Jintian. He folded his arms and whispered, "You can't do it."
When she saw that there were still only these two male disciples serving him, she sneered.
When she was off duty, the sunset was shining in the sky. She and several junior sisters from Biying Palace walked on the clouds. They agreed to go to have a drink in Chunli. Before leaving, she called Xiao Qiao to pay the bill. Xiao Qiao said with a sad face.
Cao Xiwan liked him the most among all the Biying Palace disciples. Everyone could see that.
After drinking until midnight, Su Jintian and his colleagues on duty finished patrolling the city and came on duty.
"Isn't Xiliu coming?" she asked Su Jintian. He took off his cloak and sat on the felt beside her.
"She belongs to the Marquis, not me."
She sneered. It turned out that he knew something about it. She said: "You can sleep with just anyone?" She tossed the third gold and copper coin in her hand. This was for the younger generation.
Su Jintian played with the copper cup in his hand and glanced at her casually: "Yes. See how happy I am."
Bang, the gold and copper coins fell into her arms, and she pondered, what kind of bad luck had she encountered, and why did she become close friends with someone like him?
Su Jintian let out a long sigh at this time: "I'm just a concubine. When I'm happy, I can talk to the Marquis, and when I'm unhappy, I just ignore him. Normally, I go out to have fun with us. You don't know how to do this?"
She sat upright solemnly: "I can tell the truth. For example, Su Jintian secretly got advice from someone behind his back to become a master of swordsmanship, but he will betray the Marquis at any time."
"..." Su Jintian slowly ate his wine with a look of confusion as to why I knew an idiot like you.
There was noisy laughter in the pavilion, the hall was brightly lit, and there was singing and dancing.
This private room had a thick felt floor and several desks. She looked at the juniors and juniors of Biying Palace, especially Shen Shuangtian, the youngest among the juniors. She was only four or five years old when she first entered the capital, and she was a fan.
Like a girl, she cried and asked her senior brother to carry her on his back. Su Jintian held Xiao Qiao in one hand and carried Shuangtian on his back, and came to borrow the first sum of money from her.
After many years, they all looked at Su Jintian with admiration and respect, and no one had any resentment.
Nowadays, although Su Jintian walks alone, no one knows that he has twelve junior brothers and sisters, all of whom are his companions, or who have already received emissaries in the yamen and are his confidants.
If it weren't for the strength of the people, how could he have taken over her city patrol department so smoothly.
She looked at Xiao Qiao again. Xiao Qiao had gentle eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. Among the Biying palace people with foreign ancestry, this Xiao Qiao was the only one who had the appearance of a lady and a gentleman when he was young. She had always suspected that Xiao Qiao was Su Jintian's lover.
My younger brother or cousin has more Han ancestry from my mother's family. It's a pity that I don't have any blood relationship at all.
"Xiao Qiao? I picked it up." Su Jintian said.
Xiao Qiao also has naturally fine curly hair, but when tied up, she has black eyes and black hair.
She poked Xiao Qiao's waist with her fingers. He turned around in confusion, and she asked quietly: "Senior brother, are there no taboos between men and women?"
"……no."
She was pleased: "I remember that too. He only likes big sisters and ladies." She emphasized, "He only likes one person at a time. I think he is quite dedicated. Otherwise, I wouldn't lend him money."
Xiao Qiao held back her laughter. She shrank her head and moved away. Beside Qing Niangzi, Su Jintian was squinting at him.
She comforted herself that at least he wouldn't attack her junior brothers and junior sisters. She didn't have to completely blame herself for being blind for a while. Didn't she just look at Su Jintian raising such a large group of people by himself and think he was a pretty good person?
Later, when she learned the truth, she realized that she was too naive.
However, what she really cares about is that when life and death are on the line, she needs a partner who will regard the rest of her life as a floating cloud and will never back down.