Chapter 74 Who is the master and who is the assistant?
"Go pick up bones?"
The banquet ended and she rode her donkey back to the Marquis Mansion. Su Jintian strolled beside her, looking up at the moonlight with his hands behind his hands.
He asked casually, "I found several small graves beside the dark river."
She reflected on the fact that we have always been friends with friends. She tilted her head and thought: "Am I weird?"
He smiled softly: "It's okay."
Cao Xiwan looked at him, as if he was still a young man under the moonlight.
She moved off the donkey's back and stretched out her hand. Su Jintian smiled and held hands with her.
She said that she didn't play the game of picking up bones in the cemetery recently. She would make an appointment next time.
The junior sisters went back first. Xiao Qiao and his juniors were drunk and fell on the grass by the river, watching the two of them walking away with the donkey, holding hands. They seemed to be a perfect match.
But Xiao Qiao, whom Cao Xiwan liked to bully the most, thought that Mrs. Cao must have a daunting side that made her bohemian senior brother always treat her with respect.
Su Jintian stood at the intersection of Kangning Long Street and turned around when he saw her going in.
The figure of the thin willow floated quietly, dim and dim, in the clear moonlight. For a moment, Su Jintian felt that he saw the young girl Cao Xiwan.
"Master." She half-knelt on the ground.
"Go and talk to the Marquis. I can't find any flaw."
Otherwise, it will be a one-shot kill.
He bent down and stretched out his hand, and Xiliu happily placed her delicate hand on his palm.
He took her into his arms.
Light as the wind.
Cao Xiwan had already entered the corner gate, and she suddenly felt something. She slowly walked out of the back alley, and saw Su Jintian from a distance, and a ethereal and graceful woman in his arms.
It's Xiliu, she thought. She stared at Su Jintian. If he continued to act like this, his sword skills would stop here.
Two days later, Su Jintian suddenly reported illness at home. The gambling bureau in Beijing was in an uproar.
It seemed to be to shut up Cao Xiwan and stop snitching.
The Tang Prince's Mansion spread the news to the other courtyard on the outskirts of the city. When Yang Gongfeng read the letter, his eyebrows rose in anger, and then he looked thoughtful. He had heard the news about Su Jintian's mastery of swordsmanship. Is there anything wrong?
——Who in the capital can let him get hurt? If he’s not injured, he’s really sick?
Yang Pingcui asked people to inquire about a lot of information, and gradually some people said that Su Jintian of Biyingdao and Qingluo female ghost got drunk and cut off their robes to sever their relationship, and the two fought under the moonlit night on the Qinhuai River.
Both sides suffer.
Yang Pingcui scoffed.
Hou Mansion.
In the outer study room.
The lights stay on all night long.
Qin Meng came in and reported the rumors and trivial matters outside the house one by one. After hearing this, the Marquis of Nankang pondered with eyes.
Late at night a few days ago, Cao Xiwan and Su Jintian walked and sang under the moon as usual, and returned to the Hou Mansion hand in hand. They said goodbye on the street until they said goodbye. Of course he knew.
That's an old habit. It was a habit that Qing Luo Biying developed when they first partnered. At that time, the two of them were seriously injured and managed to escape while supporting each other.
He cultivated Xiaowan, and she repaid him with his life. Cao Xiwan was seriously injured and dying, and said on the bed: "...he will pick up my bones and give them to you."
Su Jintian didn't say a word when he was seriously injured, but when he could get out of bed, he said to him: "I want her to get used to me, and she can make up for it."
All the flaws in my swordsmanship. It would be best if we could live together and sleep together. But she didn't agree." His green eyes also looked at Song Chengming. Song Chengming could understand his eyes at that time. He thought that Cao Xiwan was for
Song Chengming refused to agree.
Song Chengming thought that maybe Xiaowan had him in her heart.
"Did Su Jintian take action?"
"I took action twelve times, but stopped midway. And what Qingluo did, my subordinates couldn't tell at all."
Qin Meng saw all this with his own eyes.
"Subordinate, I'm not sure that Lady Qing has recovered. Maybe Mr. Su just didn't find the flaw. Or he just couldn't bear it." When he told the story, his eyes were calm. He was not as good as Qingluo ghost. He had already known himself. The Marquis must also know
Don't blame.
"knew."
Qin Meng held up his hands and retreated to the beam between the east branches. In the study outside, there was a woman's figure in the shadow of the lamp.
Song Chengming looked at the thin willow in front of her. Her eyes were full of pain and uneasiness.
She was not as good as Qing Luo. She was clearly following her under the moonlight on the waterfront that night, but she couldn't tell that Su Jintian had made any move, let alone the Qing Luo female ghost. She only saw them walking hand in hand,
A man and a woman looked at each other and smiled. At that time, Lou Xiliu felt inexplicably jealous.
It turns out that they were secretly competing and at a critical moment of life and death?
...Maybe she fell behind.
In Su Jintian's arms, she could feel his frustration and confusion that night. In front of the Qingluo female ghost, he would always be the young man on the street who was most accustomed to her and accompanied her. And what about her, Lou Xiliu?
"The love between men and women is the ultimate principle of yin and yang in heaven and earth." Song Chengming seemed to see her confused thoughts. He shook his head slightly, "Although there are records in the book, people in the world communicate with each other through scent, know each other through spirit and heart, and the physical body is nothing but
Bound. This kind of statement is too transcendent from the world, but there must be unspeakable darkness and hardship.
He sat upright in the chair, looking at Xiliu under the copper light, "You have a place that Xiaowan can never compare to.
Don’t underestimate yourself.”
"Yes, Lord Marquis."
Song Chengming pondered, he knew Xiliu was not as good as Xiaowan, but he could wait.
"Master Hou——" Lou Xiliu suddenly said, "Why not, why not let Qing Luo assist the master?"
Song Chengming laughed: "Impossible. Do you think - I have to make her my concubine?"
Xiliu was shocked.
Nankang Hou stood up and walked around, sighing slightly, no, maybe he forced it. He cultivated Xiaowan with his own hands. If she didn't marry her, where else could she go?
She didn't want to accept the grievance of being a concubine, so even if she distanced herself from him, her temper was definitely incompatible with Su Jintian.
"Your master...sooner or later will kill the Qingluo female ghost."
Lou Xiliu hesitated to speak, but actually she didn't believe it. Thinking of the two walking hand in hand under the moonlight, she couldn't understand.
Nankang Hou waved his hand: "You don't have to think too much."
"...Yes, Lord Marquis."
Song Chengming opened the secret button of the bookshelf, the sandalwood bookshelf slid open, and Xiliu saw the dark secret room appearing in front of him.
In the dark tunnel, green oil lamps flickered on the walls, and the ethereal sound of dripping water could be heard in the distance.
She followed closely behind Marquis Nankang and saw a stone room with a bed and pillows. Marquis Nankang stopped and pointed: "This is the place where Qingluo practices."
He pointed to the fork again, to a branching tunnel. There was a small skylight over there, and he could see the shadow of the moon through the skylight, falling sideways on the tunnel, which was elegant and moving. "She often walked here to meet Su Jintian.
.Practice with him. They seem to like going to...cemeteries."
Having said this, he looked at Lou Xiliu, and she was indeed shocked.
Cemetery?
Lou Xiliu was shocked, was this Su Jintian's preference?
Like everyone else, she did not expect that this was Cao Xiwan's habit.
Nankang Hou walked to the tunnel skylight and looked up at the foggy plum branches. He was also not sure whose game it was to go to the cemetery.
But with years of experience in observing people, he could speculate that maybe Su Jintian was just playing with Xiao Wan in order to have the same scent and mind with her, so that they could have enough tacit understanding in the critical moment of life and death.
The mentality of the Twelve Puppet Dance in the Biying Palace also requires twelve brothers and sisters to stay together in the same place.