In fact, everyone noticed Jiang Xuening to some extent. After all, this person has been following Zhang Zhe since he came out of prison. It's just that "his" clothes are casually dressed, and his face is dark and dirty, but he looks smaller, and his facial features are vaguely more delicate, and the other things are not very visible even if there is light on this night. It must be clear, and he must be afraid of Zhang Zhe next to him.
Even if people with discerning eyes can see a clue, they will not say it.
I just muttered in my heart: I didn’t expect that there are such people in the Heavenly Sect. Those who have been officials are very particular, and they have to bring someone with them when they go out. I don't know if it's a girl dressed up, or it's the little white faces with broken sleeves that are sold in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion with thin skin and tender meat.
Everyone in the temple has their own thoughts, and no one has anything to say about this small dispute over talent.
Soon someone took the initiative to change the subject.
Those who can be imprisoned by the imperial court can be said to have their own abilities. As soon as they open the chat box and talk about their own experiences, add a little oil and a little vinegar, and they will become a living book of words, which is better than the storyteller under the bridge. Even better.
After the woman delivered the cakes, she carried the basket and went out, but the teenage child's eyes glowed when he heard it.
It seems that the gang of people from the gods don't care about him.
Jiang Xuening was a little concerned about this child early in the morning. After all, there was a ten-year-old child in such a place, which was unimaginable. Does today's heavenly religion not spare even children
Listening to the tyrants who came out of the prison bragging about their experiences before and after being imprisoned, Jiang Xuening also drank enough water and had more than half a bowl left, and he hesitated and handed it to Zhang Zhe.
Even sitting on the ground, he was tall and straight.
At this moment, he turned his head to take the water bowl, Jiang Xuening's heart jumped, but then he lowered his eyes and put the bowl of water on the ground in front of him, and replied to her in a low voice: "I'm not thirsty."
After all, it is still Zhang Zhe, pedantic and rigid and uncivilized!
Jiang Xuening snorted in his heart.
But on second thought, I am afraid that it is this person who is upright and self-sufficient, and that makes me fall into such an uncontrollable situation. After all, this person is completely different from her and has almost no similarities. It is as if standing in the light, making people feel I raised my head to look up, and it was hard to touch. If Zhang Zha and Xiao Dingfei became a frivolous son of Meng Lang one day, she would probably not like it.
This accidental involvement in this prison robbery was beyond her expectations and disrupted her original plan. However, being in the same place with Zhang Zhe, he felt that any plan or not, unexpected or unexpected, was not that important.
This person is by his side, which is the most important thing at this moment.
It's just not necessarily for Zhang Zhe, since he had such a close relationship with the Heavenly Sect, he must have a plan. Her presence here will inevitably have a certain impact on Zhang Zhe's plans, so the first thing to do is to protect herself and not hold back, and the second is to act according to opportunity.
Anyway, there is an advantage of rebirth, and I have a little understanding.
I just hope things aren't too complicated this time around.
Unconsciously, Jiang Xuening's brows were quietly locked.
In the ruined temple, someone was talking about his experience: "That year, Laozi was only in his early twenties, and after ten years of receiving all the taxes from the village under the guise of imperial court orders, Laozi copied a pig-killing knife to the dog's office. When the sedan chair came over, he stabbed it with a knife, and the guy's intestines flowed to the ground. As soon as I saw it, I ran away. After running for many years, I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance while eating a bowl of wontons in Wulipu, and turned around to report. The government has actually put Lao Tzu into the Heavenly Prison. Hey, it's also good luck, to encounter such a thing and let Lao Tzu come out again!"
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but bring a bit of pride on his face.
The child who was squatting on the threshold couldn't help but let out an "ah", causing everyone to look back at him.
But neither surprised nor astonished.
but painful.
It turned out that the child was holding half of the cake in his hand while listening to it while gnawing on it, but he was so engrossed that he didn't notice that the cake had already been eaten.
The people around laughed suddenly.
"Why do you still bite your hand after eating a cake?"
"How hungry is this?"
"My child, how old are you this year, what's your name? Did you also join the Heavenly Sect? If you don't go back at this time, your parents are not worried?"
The child slowly retracted the finger he was biting just now, touched his head, looked a little shy, but spoke very crisply, and said, "I just turned thirteen, I have no father or mother, No one named me, everyone called me 'Xiao Bao', and the elder brothers also called me 'Xiao Bao'er. Even if I'm young, I've been teaching for three or four years!"
Everyone was immediately surprised.
Little Treasure probably also felt that being looked at by so many people was very honorable, so he could not help but straighten his back a bit, and a smile appeared on his face. However, he was about to open his mouth to say something, but as he straightened his back, his stomach groaned uncooperatively. The voice was quite loud, and many people heard it.
"Hahaha… "
The crowd laughed again.
At his age, when he was growing up, three meals a day were not enough.
What's more, I only ate half a cookie just now
Xiaobao was a little embarrassed, blushed, a braid tied up to the sky stood up, and buried his head on his knees.
However, at this time, a somewhat jerky and hoarse voice sounded next to him: "Are you still eating?"
Xiaobao raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw the half-pulled pancake handed to him.
The hand holding the cake was not clean, the palm was wide, the knuckles of the fingers were large, and it was even covered with jagged old and new scars, but it was mostly covered by dirty marks, so it was not obvious.
Looking down this hand, it is an equally dirty prison uniform.
Just sit next to Xiaobao.
Even though most of his body is in the shadows, he looks like a burly and tall man. However, it was not until the moment he spoke that everyone noticed that there was such a person here.
Xiaobao is usually smart and has a good memory, but he couldn't hold back his surprise at this moment.
Because even he has no impression of this man.
It was probably because he had been imprisoned in the sky prison for too long, and he had no chance to talk to others. His voice was like a rusted knife being rubbed on a whetstone, which made it uncomfortable to hear.
The hair is also too long, blocking the face.
At first glance, I can't tell the difference between the depths and the shallows, and it feels very ordinary.
Xiaobao subconsciously took the pancake he handed over and thanked him.
Zhang Zhe didn't take a bite of the cake in his hand, and seemed to be handing it out, but at this moment, he turned his wrist and took it back silently, but his eyes fell on the man who had not attracted the attention of others before.
Jiang Xuening first glanced at Zhang Zhe, a little smile overflowed from his lips, and then turned to look at Xiaobao again.
However, when his eyes fell on the child's fingers, he couldn't help but freeze.
Little Treasure was sitting farther out. There was a fire in the ruined temple, and he didn't get a lot of exposure to him before. But when he reached out to take the cake from the man's hand, it happened to be lit by the jumping fire.
Jiang Xuening saw his ring finger dazzlingly.
There was a small black mark on the left side next to the fingernail, but it was quickly blocked by other fingers, and in a hurry, it was impossible to determine whether it was a blood blister, a birthmark, or a trace that was stained somewhere...
She lowered her eyebrows slightly and looked at her ring finger. What came to mind instantly was that a group of their companions were practicing calligraphy while Yang Zhizhai was reading, and they used the ring finger to support the pen tube of the brush, because the kung fu was not yet home. , so that side is always accidentally ground with a little ink.
Tianjiao looked at the sackcloth on the face of this child, not like someone who could read and write.
Her eyes flashed, and some thoughts came up in her heart, but she suppressed it for a while, without asking or making a sound.
However, the man in the corner finally caught the attention of others because of the fact that he was handing the cake.
Wearing a prison uniform, he must be in the prison.
But at the moment, in this broken temple, except for the people who came from the Heavenly Sect to rob the prison, everyone else came out of the Heavenly Prison. I have no impression of such a person at all, and I don't know where they came from.
Someone was curious and wanted to ask his name.
Unexpectedly, the man who sneered at Zhang Zhe who was drinking water and wiping the bowl, opened his eyes and looked at the unkempt man for a long time, but his originally sturdy body could not help but tremble!
The unfinished pancakes fell to the ground.
His voice was full of panic, and he stood up straight, pointing at the man and saying, "Meng, Meng, Meng, you are Meng Yang!"
Meng Yang? !
As soon as these two words came out, the whole house was shocked!
Almost all who knew the name took a deep breath, and the prisoners who came out of the other heavenly prisons sitting next to Meng Yang without paying attention were even more horrified. Withdrew.
With this person as the center, it immediately spread out in a circle.
Jiang Xuening's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene.
The name "Meng Yang" is really unfamiliar to her, and she has never even heard it before, but at this moment, there is no need to hear it. Just by looking at the reactions of the people around her, you can see that this person is definitely not a good person!
You know, these people are all out of the prison.
Which one has no life at hand
However, seeing this person is like seeing a fiendish star and a fierce god, and there is a kind of fear that comes from the bottom of my heart!
How terrifying should this man be
Zhang Zhe's eyes were on Meng Yang before, and he didn't know if he recognized it before, but he didn't react when he heard his name.
Others are completely different.
The robbers of Jiang Yang, who had previously boasted about how they murdered and smuggled goods, now hoarse their voices as if they were slapped in the face, and even bowed their hands to the man who was still sitting in the corner with a bit of respect: " I didn't know that Meng and Meng Yishi were here, so I'm really disrespectful, disrespectful!"
When calling him "Meng Yishi", there was an obvious pause in his words.
Guess I don't know what to call it.
righteous
If you go home from the monk temple with a Jie Dao and chop up more than 50 members of your family, it can also be called "righteousness". In this world, I am afraid that no one dares to say It's a "bad guy"!
There seemed to be a humming in Meng Yang's throat, he leaned back, did not lift the hair that blocked his face, leaned directly on the dilapidated door, closed his eyes, and didn't pay any attention to this group of people. mean.
Everyone was a little embarrassed and a little scared.
Even in the Heavenly Prison, there is a lot to talk about. Good people can't be ranked by seniority, but if they do evil to Meng Yang's level, they have to be number one even among wicked people.
Fortunately, at this time, Huang Qian, the incense master of the Heavenly Sect who went out to speak, came back, but his face was not very good. He glanced around at everyone, and his eyes finally fell on Zhang Zhe, saying: "The brothers in the sect who walked through the east gate are still here. There is no news, and no one came here when I sent people along the road to see it. I am afraid that something has happened. Huang has just discussed with the brothers in the teaching. Rest here for the night. The people who come to meet them in the early morning teaching will arrive tomorrow, and then they will go to Tongzhou Fenrui together. It is safer there. The strong men who came out of the sky prison can also go to various places by water. I don't know what you guys think?"
Everyone who came out of the prison did not speak, some subconsciously looked at Zhang Zhe, and some subconsciously looked at Meng Yang.
People are under the eaves, and there is no place for them to speak here.
Meng Yang leaned back and didn't move.
When Zhang Zhe heard the word "Tongzhou split the rudder", he knew that this trip would be rewarded, nodded, and said calmly: "Since leaving the capital, I will listen to the plan of the leader."
So everyone rested there.
It's just that the place is very small and inconvenient.
The back hall of the ruined temple was separated by a wall, but there were still two huts, one of which could barely take out half a bed, so Zhang Zhe asked for it very calmly.
Everyone's eyes naturally converged on him and Jiang Xuening.
No one objected.
It was just when he took Jiang Xuening to the back, everyone turned to look at each other, but they all brought a tacit ambiguity: At this time, I don't forget that, it's really a blessing!
In the deserted village and ruined temple, there are probably other people who have settled here, or people from the previous Heavenly Religion have lingered here.
Just messed up a bit.
Zhang Zhe didn't speak, and leaned over to sort it out.
Jiang Xuening looked at it, and suddenly became a little stunned.
Zhang Zhe tidied up and turned around. She remembered that Xiaobao had not told him yet, so she said, "Master Zhang, just now I—"
Zhang Zhe gently shook his head at her.
He raised his hand and pointed to the outside, and he could vaguely hear the voices of the people outside.
Jiang Xuening understood, the walls have ears.
She was a little embarrassed for a while, and after thinking about it, she stretched out her right hand, pointed to the small piece on the left side of her ring finger nail, then made a gesture of holding a pen, and then made a comparison in front of her that was a little shorter than herself. The height of the cut, and finally put up a finger on his head to compare the appearance of a sky braid.
This gesture can be somewhat puzzling.
Zhang Zhe looked at her for a long time, but he understood what she meant and nodded.
It's not easy to speak at the moment, but seeing him nodding, Jiang Xuening felt very strange that the person in front of him must have understood the meaning of his gesture, so he laughed.
It's just that there is only one bed here.
She looked a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
Zhang Zha's voice was very low, and he only said: "Second girl sleeps here, I'm at the door."
In the dark room, his eyebrows and voice were all lowered. Nothing else could be seen on the taciturn and cold face at the moment, only a thin outline reflected the three-point moonlight coming in through the broken window, and it was like a carving knife into Jiang Xuening's heart.
It was the same in the previous life.
They finally found a place to live, but she was the queen and he was a foreign minister, so naturally there was only a place for her to sleep.
She didn't like him at all at the time.
He went in and fell asleep on his own, and didn't want to pay attention to the life and death of this person outside. The person was very tired, and he dreamed of dawn all night, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a thin sky of light pouring in from the window.
She stretched and pushed open the door.
Then saw him at a glance.
The stubborn man sat on a chair against the wall, his eyes were draped, and his dark official robe was stained with the morning mist, as if the color was darker, and he was wet with morning dew. chill.
She thought he was asleep.
Unexpectedly, the moment she opened the door, Zhang Zhe's slightly closed eyes were also opened to look at her. It's about sitting like this for a night, right? There were some drops of water on his eyelashes, but the bottom of his dark eyes was clear, and her figure was reflected in his pupils.
It was a truly beautiful morning.
Light mist.
The sky is dim.
As the empress, she stood in the eyes of this courtier, but the city wall built high in her heart collapsed at this moment, something grabbed her lightly, and she couldn't break free.
In the darkness, Jiang Xuening looked at him boldly like never before, not afraid of being peeped into his hidden secrets.
She opened her mouth, not wanting him to stay up for another night.
However, the opening was: "The lord waits for me to fall asleep before going out, okay?"
"… "
Zhang Zhe could not refuse after all.
She lay down with Yi side, facing the wall, with her back to Zhang Zhe, but her heart was slightly swelled, and she only felt that her mind was full of thoughts.
She thought it would be better to sleep for a while, ask Zhang Zhe to wake her up, and let him sleep instead.
But there were too many things that happened that night, and it made her too tired, just like that night in the last life. She was really in a trance, and as soon as her head touched the old pillow, her consciousness became dizzy.
Zhang Zhe sat next to her and heard her breathing gradually become even.
Is already asleep.
It's just that the girl curled up in her sleep, probably feeling a little cold. So he took off his robe, stepped forward silently, and covered her lightly.
Some rough clothing corners accidentally caught the girl's neck.
She unconsciously reached out and grabbed it lightly, and turned over halfway naturally.
There was a sweet aroma in the air.
Zhang Zhe still kept the action of covering her with a robe. At this moment, with the light that penetrated in, he could clearly see the person who was close at hand, his closed eyes, his small nose, and soft lips.
She is so afraid of pain, suffering and death, how dare she commit suicide for him...
I really want to ask her, does it hurt
But he dared not.
At this moment, all the accumulated waves in Zhang Zhe's chest surged up, like a scorching fire, making his heart and lungs aching.
A voice bewitched in my ear.
He was gradually approaching her, approaching, his cheeks were almost against hers, his lips almost fell to hers.
However, at the moment when he was about to touch it, there was a sound like Hong Zhong Dalu in his mind, which made him feel uneasy and made him retreat!
In the dark, he was breathing restrainedly.
The moment he retreated, he realized what he wanted to do just now, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and he felt awe-inspiring from the bottom of his heart: How dare he have such an arrogant mind!
Zhang Zhe's chest was agitated so much that he went out of this room and slapped himself when he walked outside.
"Crack" with a soft sound.
He closed his eyes slightly, and was blown away by the wind outside, and finally regained his sanity and calmness.
At this moment, everyone outside was also huddled in the corner and fell asleep.
There was silence all around.
Only that Meng Yang was sitting in front of the fire, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head to look at him, and when he saw the fingerprints left on Zhang Zhe's cold face, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and his expression became strange. a few points.