The face that had always been calm suddenly turned gloomy. Ji Liyou glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that his hand seemed to have been pricked, and he flicked his hand away with lightning speed.
"I've been out for a long time. I'm afraid Ji Shanjing will send someone out to find you. Go back." Ji Liyou said.
Ran Ran nodded, and suddenly remembered something as he left, and gave him the tips bag in his hand, "Just now in the carriage, I heard someone calling me from outside. He said he was your old friend and asked me to give you the tips bag. ."
Ji Liyou took it and saw that the signature was Wei Lang, and said, "We are indeed old friends, and we have a connection."
He looked up from the letter and said to the storyteller, "Brother Wei said he would wait for me at Qianlin Pavilion. He has also come to Liangzhu. Are you going?"
The storyteller nodded slightly.
The maid behind Ran Ran whispered, "The master of the house is also in the Hidden Scale Pavilion."
"Then I'll go with Brother Liyou."
Ji Liyou was a little embarrassed and glanced at the storyteller secretly, as if asking for his opinion.
Wei Lang said that he was looking for something recently. In front of Ran Ran, he couldn't tell Ji Liyou and the storyteller directly. Both of them and he knew some nonsense about strange powers and deranged gods, but Ran Ran Ran was an ordinary little girl, Wei Lang kept winking.
"Why did you bring such a girl?"
Ji Liyou raised his eyebrows, "She wants to follow, what can I do?"
Wei Lang winked at the storyteller again, "Aren't you the most unreasonable? How could you allow her to follow Ji Liyou?"
The storyteller blew open the tea leaves in the cup and pretended not to see anything.
"Are your eyes uncomfortable?" Ran Ran asked.
Ji Li smiled sadly, "No, no, what's going on with Ji Shanjing? He said he was in Qianlin Pavilion, but he didn't even see where he was."
Ranran said, "I heard from Xunran that brother Shanjing is meeting friends, and they will come to me after discussing things."
As he said this, he was cutting a melon in his hand. When the servant saw it, he was about to take it, but Ran Ran moved it away, "I'll cut it myself, you don't need it."
Ji Liyou didn't take it seriously and talked to Wei Lang, "When did you come to Liangzhu?"
Wei Lang thought for a while, "About half a month."
"Then I'll come earlier than you, I'll come -"
"Si—" Ran Ran sobbed.
Ji Liyou's words were interrupted by her, "What's wrong with you?"
Looking again, her hand for cutting the melon was full of blood. Ji Liyou quickly tied the wound with a clean handkerchief to prevent the bleeding from stopping. "There was a medical clinic on the way when we came here. Go and fetch the doctor."
The servants refused to listen and insisted on taking the princess back to have the doctor treat her.
Ranran said, "Listen to brother Liyou and go and invite the doctor."
Wei Lang took out the talisman and threw it in the air. The talisman turned into a butterfly. He chanted it silently and the talisman ignited a fire. The fire butterfly fell into the tea in front of him. Wei Lang immediately covered the cup, and milky white smoke came from the tea. It gradually started to sway.
He opened the cup and said to Ran Ran, "Princess, please take away the veil."
Ran Ran was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to listen to him or not. Ji Liyou helped him untie it, "Don't move around. This friend of mine has some magical powers. Just trust me."
Wei Lang poured the talisman water on the princess's wound. The gray water washed away the blood. The wound, which was deep enough to see the bones, gradually closed up and the blood flowed slower.
Ji Liyou breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her clean with a handkerchief, "Children can't play with knives. Didn't Ji Shanjing tell you?"
Ranran said, "I didn't use the knife at first. I just wanted to cut a melon for you. I didn't expect that I couldn't do it well. But I was very careful when cutting. It was still far away from my hand, but the knife still hit me. my hand."
Ji Li felt worried, but his eyes did not leave her wound.
I only heard the storyteller say slowly, "Your Highness, you have no eyesight, so be careful."
Ji Liyou thought of Ji Shanjing's injury, thought of Ran Ran, and looked back at him.
The storyteller did not lower his eyes and looked at Ji Liyou. The two exchanged glances in the air.
Wei Lang sighed and thought to himself, "What is this? It's a waste of my spell."
When the doctor came to check on Ran Ran, Ji Shanjing happened to come down from the upstairs of Qianlin Pavilion. When he saw Ran Ran was injured, his first reaction was to find Ji Liyou's fault.
Ji Liyou didn't have the same experience as him, so he told Ran Ran, "When you get back, ask the doctor in the mansion to change your dressing on time."
Ji Shanjing was so angry that he picked up the chopsticks on the table and pointed them at Ji Liyou's throat.
"You monster, ever since you came to Ji Mansion, troubles have been happening in your family."
Ji Liyou now understands why the old lady must let him come back. Ji Shanjing is really impulsive. If the old lady hadn't controlled his words and deeds in the court, the Ji family would have offended the family long ago. Madam Ji is a strong person. The children have been taught to be like this.
"Why don't you listen to what Ran Ran said?" Ji Liyou gently opened the chopsticks from his throat.
"If you dare to call her by her nickname again, I will kill you."
The storyteller sneered from the side, "That's not a small tone."
Ji Liyou's focus was rather strange, "The Qianlin Pavilion is a place where children from aristocratic families often come. Are you so angry that your reputation will spread?"
"The people in this Hidden Scale Hall are all my people." Ji Shanjing said.
"The distinguished guest you are talking to upstairs is also one of yours?" Wei Lang interrupted.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard dull and calm footsteps on the wooden staircase.
The man upstairs was wearing a black cloth robe, with wide sleeves and fluttering sleeves. His facial features were rather deep, and it was immediately obvious that he was not from the Southern Wei Dynasty.
Looking at it suddenly, the skin on this man's neck looked like the lines on a dead tree.
What's even more terrifying are his eyes. They don't look like human eyes at all, with blue-green pupils. Ji Liyou is startled. His eyes are somewhat similar to the storyteller's eyes when he transformed into his true form. It's just that this person is really... There is not even one tenth of the charm of the old man Wen, and his eyes are more like evil spirits in the wild. At first glance, the storyteller's eyes are like elves dancing in the dark night in the deep forest, like sparks, faintly radiating light.
His eyes also startled Ran Ran. Ran Ran frowned and said, "Who is it?"
The man saluted and said, "Princess Tangshuo Wan'an."
Ran Ran hid behind Ji Shanjing, not wanting to take another look at this strange person.
Wei Lang asked Ji Shanjing, "Is this person your friend?"
Ji Shanjing was noncommittal.
Wei Lang looked solemn and walked over slowly, "If you run to the foot of the imperial city, wouldn't I be able to recognize your scent?"
This man's eyes swept up and down, and he said coldly to Wei Lang: "With your own strength, what can you do?"
The storyteller said, "Liyou, let's go."
Ji Liyou muttered softly, "Don't leave yet. It looks like there's going to be a fight. Let's stay and help Brother Wei."
"Who is the person behind you?" the old man with blue eyes asked.
Wei Lang said, "He is a noble man. You are not qualified to know his name. I'm afraid you won't have the chance to say a few more words to him."
The old man bargained, "If I give you something, will you let me go?"
Wei Lang shook his head and said, "If I let you go, how will I explain to Mo Heduo, and how will I explain to the high priest and the common people of Shiwei?"
The old man nodded, "Then I will kill you first, and then kill all the Wei people."
His arms were always hanging down, and his big sleeves were fluttering, covering his hands. Ji Liyou couldn't see clearly what magic weapon he used.
His hand suddenly stretched out, and with a flash of green light, he grabbed Wei Lang head-on. Ji Liyou was pulled back by the storyteller and said, "Brother Wei, be careful."
What a pair of terrifying hands they were, like the sharp claws of a vulture, but shining with silver light. Wei Lang ducked sideways, and his claws caught the pillar behind Wei Lang, leaving three deep claw marks.
Ran Ran hurriedly said to Ji Shanjing, "Brother Shanjing, please stop that monster. Wei Lang just saved me."
However, Ji Shanjing laughed sternly and said, "I have long wanted to experience the advanced skills of this charlatan, and I finally caught up today."
Suddenly a wisp of green smoke was released, and with a bang, the wisp of green smoke turned into a sky full of blue mist, filling the Qianlin Pavilion.
Wei Lang changed color and said to Ji Liyou and the storyteller: "Hold your breath!"
He only focused on warning Ji Liyou, but forgot about himself. He held his breath and said the word, and he felt a stream of gunpowder smoke flowing into his mouth.
Wei Lang's expression changed horribly, and his feet immediately became weak, and he knelt on the ground and gasped helplessly.
The storyteller covered Ji Liyou's mouth and stuffed a cold bead into his mouth. Ji Liyou had already swallowed the bead before he could react.
She handed him a glass of water and said, "Cocked?"
Ji Liyou beat his chest, "It's okay, you suddenly stuffed it into my mouth, I was shocked."
Wei Lang looked gloomy. Seeing that he was no match for the old man, Ji Liyou turned over in the air and jumped in front of Wei Lang.
"What kind of skills does it count to be a heretical person?" Ji Liyou asked the old man.
But the old man didn't even look at him and rushed to the storyteller.
The storyteller sat leaning there, opening and closing the fan.
The old man stared at the storyteller and said word by word: "Who are you?"
The storyteller didn't even bother to look at him.
The old man raised his hand again, Ji Liyou picked up the broom in the corner of the Qianling Pavilion and threw it towards his back.
"Don't touch him."
Ran Ran looked at these people and didn't speak for a long, long time.
Suddenly she said, "Do you think brother Liyou is in danger?"
Ji Shanjing smiled and said, "Absolutely not. With that man in green here, who dares to touch a finger on him?"
He gently stroked Ran Ran's hair and said, "It's just a fight between friends. That's it."
"Is Wei Lang poisoned?" Ran Ran asked.
Ji Shanjing looked at the old man's sharp claws and said slowly: "How could it be? It's just that Wei Lang's skills were inferior to others, and he collapsed from fatigue, so he sat aside to rest."
The old man said to Ji Liyou, "Are you here to die?"
His hand suddenly waved out.
There was a flash of silver light, and the thing that was faster than the old man's claws was the storyteller's fan. There were three or four short daggers hidden in the fan, which were sharp for cutting iron. The old man saw the situation and turned sideways to avoid the purple mist.
There were a few drops of blood on the ground.
Ji Liyou lowered his head and saw that the old man's arm had been stabbed by Zi Qing Yanyu, and blood was dripping from the skinny arm.
"Who are you?"
At the last word, his voice suddenly paused.
The Hidden Scale Pavilion became deathly silent.
Ran Ran poked his head out from behind Ji Shanjing and saw with his own eyes the scimitar in Wei Lang's hand stabbed the old man's throat. Wei Lang suddenly pulled out the sword, and the blood from the old man's throat did not spurt out as Ran Ran expected. He just Falling to the ground, his skinny arms turned into branches, and his body gradually turned into a twisted tree trunk.
In the end, all that was left in the Hidden Scale Hall was a human-like tree branch, wrapped in a black robe.
Ji Shanjing was silent for a long time, then said calmly to Ji Liyou, Wei Lang and others: "It is indeed a nest of snakes and rats."
Ji Liyou smiled and said: "Take a good look, we are all serious people. The old man next to you is like a tree trunk. Don't you have eyes?"
Wei Lang's face was still sallow. As soon as he finished dealing with the old man, he gasped: "Damn it, I don't know where he got it."
"He seems to have been poisoned. Do you have any antidote on your body?" Ji Liyou asked while stroking the storyteller's body.
He slapped his hand away, walked to Wei Lang's shoulder, and slapped him on the back.
Wei Lang immediately vomited blood from his mouth. He had driven out the poisonous gas with this shot, and Wei Lang's face returned to rosy.
Seeing that there was nothing good to watch, Ji Shanjing took Ran Ran away, leaving Ji Liyou and the others behind.
Ji Liyou helped Wei Lang to the chair, "Do you feel better?"
Wei Lang nodded, "Thanks to Mr. Wen."
Wei Lang asked again: "Are you poisoned?"
Ji Liyou shook his head and said: "Poisoned? I'm not poisoned..."
Wei Lang looked at the storyteller behind him and sighed, "I am worrying too much."
After saying that, he smiled again and said, "I didn't expect that you two are quite loyal. When you saw that I had enemies, you never left me. If it weren't for Mr. Wen and Brother Ji, I might have died long ago."
Due to this disturbance, the waiters at Qianlin Restaurant did not dare to pass the dishes around, and everyone in the kitchen was also gone. Ji Liyou sighed, "If a hundred things like this happened in our teahouse, we should continue to do business. Liangzhu people are just timid."
Wei Lang went to the kitchen of Qianlin Pavilion and found a chef and gave him some money.
The chef cooked a few dishes and got a pot of wine.
Ji Liyou drank a glass and was already drunk. He smiled and patted the storyteller on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you drink? Are you worried that you are drunk and I can't carry you?"
The storyteller had no choice but to drink it all in one gulp and take the hand off his shoulder.
Before Ji Liyou finished speaking, he tilted his head and fell on the storyteller's shoulder.
Wei Lang smiled when he saw this and said to the storyteller: "Sir, have you ever played Pai Gow?"
The storyteller stared at him for a long time and said slowly: "What?"
Wei Lang said, "If sir knew that the door he was suppressing was going to lose, would he still insist on suppressing it?"
The storyteller didn't answer.
"Sir and he are in a knot that cannot be undone, so it is better to let go as soon as possible."
The storyteller raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I won't lose."
"Sir, he will not lose, but he will, because he is just a mortal. He does not have the magic of the sky, nor the longevity of tens of millions of years."
He wanted to say that even if he won once, it would be difficult to change Ji Liyou's fate of a short life. In the end, it would still be in vain, so what was the futility of his efforts.
"It's hard to change your destiny. If you change your destiny against nature, you won't be able to escape the catastrophe. The world is full of joys and sorrows. Mr. Wen let him go once, let him go once, and let the world be free. Why not?"
The storyteller said, "This is between him and me, so I don't need you to worry about it."
"Sir, you know Ji Feiyu, but do you know Yu Wen Zhonghong?"
"I recognize it." The storyteller looked at Ji Liyou's sleeping face.
"Don't talk about things far away, let's talk about things close by. Isn't it because of his obsession that Ji Feiyu ended up with three souls and seven souls scattered? Since there are lessons learned from the past, sir, it's better not to force yourself."
"I never forced him, so how do you know that he is not willing to stay with me forever?"
Wei Lang hit the nail on the head, "But, do you dare to tell him all the truth and let him know exactly what you did?"
"I'll tell him, but not now."
Wei Lang shook his head, "Sir, you are wrong. If the lie had been exposed from the beginning, nothing else would have happened."
"Even if everything is false, one thing is true."
Wei Lang said, "If the truth is not spoken out, it is true in the heart. If it is spoken out, it cannot be considered sincere."
"What is your purpose in getting close to him? What do you want to get from him?" the storyteller said bluntly.
Wei Lang said no, "I just want to make friends with him and hit it off right away, so I want to make plans for him."
"I am responsible for his journey forward and back. You don't have to make plans for him in the future."
(End of chapter)