The courtyard was very quiet, and Mu Chengxue obviously didn't intend to talk to the two of them.
Liu Xianxian pushed him with her elbow and whispered, "Hey, what should I do now? I dare not go in."
Ji Yanran asked, "Did Aunt Yu teach you before you came here?"
"Auntie said, just put the food box on the stone table under the tree." Liu Xianxian said, "But the door is closed, who knows what's going on inside... Otherwise, you can deliver it? I'll wait at the door."
Ji Yanran shook her head resolutely: "I won't go."
Liu Xianxian felt tight in her chest: "You are a big man, why are you so useless?"
"You are a chivalrous woman, and you dare not say that I am useless as a businessman instead?" Ji Yanran was extremely righteous, and still stood motionless, like a rock.
Liu Xianxian: "..."
Ji Yanran taught her again, why don't you go in quickly and come out quickly so that we can slip away earlier. I heard that this killer is very fierce, and he kills without blinking an eye.
"It's fine if you don't help, and you still scare me!" Liu Qianxian was annoyed, and raised her hand to hit him, Ji Yanran sideways to hide, and pushed open the wooden door, signaling her to hurry up and deliver the meal. Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, Liu Xianxian ran in with a heartbeat, almost like throwing a hot potato, and put the food box on the table with a "dong".
Ji Yanran said with emotion: "Fortunately, Aunt Yu made him vegetarian buns alone." If it was replaced by someone else's broth noodles, I'm afraid it would have been missed.
"Hurry up." Liu Xianxian grabbed his sleeve and ran away.
Ji Yanran raised the corners of her lips, and looked back at the people on the roof before leaving.
Mu Chengxue was carrying a long sword, dressed in white like a cloud, covered her black hair with a piece of snow gauze, and her gaze was on the end of the sky. No one knows how long he sat there motionless, the sound of his gentle breathing was swallowed by the wind, and his figure almost merged with the snow field.
…
Until turning into the garden, Liu Xianxian still asked with lingering fear: "That plate of steamed stuffed buns, I shouldn't have broken it, right?"
Ji Yanran also looked worried: "Otherwise, why don't you go back and have a look? I think 80% of the plates are broken, and the killer is now picking up cabbage and tofu stuffing from the broken porcelain."
"If I don't go, you will come up with an idea!" Liu Qianxian stomped her feet, "Master Yunmen is such a good gentleman, how can he be good friends with you scoundrel?" She said, the more angry she was, Seeing that the situation was not good, Ji Yanran turned around and ran, Liu Xianxian chased after her, she just wanted to settle accounts with this hateful person, but she didn't pay attention to her side, when turning a corner, she bumped into a person, and the contents of the food box were overturned , All poured on the innocent hapless ghost.
"Ah!" The Qi family boy was still in shock, "You...why are you not careful?"
Ji Yanran hurriedly helped him up: "You didn't hurt yourself from the fall, did you?"
"Hiss... lightly, lightly!" The boy looked painful, "My leg!"
"Legs?" Liu Xianxian squatted down, and pinched the joints with her right hand inch by inch. When she touched a spot, the servant screamed more and more miserably, trembling and limp on the ground. Liu Xianxian breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and said to him, "The bone is not injured, it's just dislocated, it's okay."
The boy was crying and said in a trembling voice: "Is it okay to dislocate?"
Liu Xianxian knew she was wrong, so she could only softly say to him: "It's too cold here, Piao Piao Pavilion is ahead, let's go there first."
"I'm not going to Piao Piao Pavilion!" The boy was cursing indiscriminately in pain, but when he heard that he was going to change places, he suddenly stopped being angry and said, "Just pick it up here. My son has to take medicine when he gets up. I have to go back and endure, without delay."
Liu Xianxian kindly reminded him that if you have been sitting in this cold snow, you will probably get frostbite, so it is better to go to a warm place first. But the boy was very stubborn, he repeatedly urged Ji Yanran to act quickly, and after talking about it, even his face was flushed, and tears covered his face.
"Don't cry!" Liu Xianxian was taken aback, "Okay, okay, I'll pick you up here."
Ji Yanran shook her head inwardly, stretched out her hand to hold his ankle, just about to push up the trouser leg, the servant suddenly shuddered and screamed: "Don't!"
Liu Xianxian was terrified by his voice, her heart was beating wildly: "What's wrong?"
The young servant's lips were pale, and he said tremblingly: "Just pick it up like this, I... I'm afraid of the cold."
Afraid of the cold again? Liu Xianxian was taken aback: "You..."
The boy wiped away his tears, knowing that no one would believe his random excuse, but he didn't know how else to make it up. Liu Xianxian just wanted to speak, but was stopped by Ji Yanran's eyes with her eyes. She only pinched his leg through the thick cotton trousers, and relying on years of experience in treating injuries in war, forced the joints to close together.
The little servant was so painful that he almost fainted, and it took him a long time to get over his breath. He crawled up and wanted to leave, but before he could leave the garden, he turned back and knelt down, kowtowed several times, and cried : "Ji Shaoxia, Miss Liu, please, don't tell my son about this."
"Get up." Ji Yanran helped him up, "It's not your fault, it's our apology. Don't worry, Miss Liu and I won't talk nonsense."
"Thank you, thank you both." The boy wiped his face with his sleeve, turned around and limped away, looking at the desperate posture, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.
Liu Xianxian was confused and stared at him as he walked away, then rubbed his arms and said, "Why do I feel a chill all over my body, it's creepy."
"Let's go to the kitchen to get food again." Ji Yanran said, "He looks like he is terribly afraid of his master, if breakfast is not delivered in time, when Qi Ran asks the reason, you and I are afraid that we will lose our trust. "
"Qi Ran, shouldn't he be a gentle scholar?" Liu Xianxian followed behind him, "Besides, we bumped into people first, and we should be guilty if we want to be guilty. Why did he scare him out of his wits instead?"
Ji Yanran shook her head: "Everyone has a secret, if he doesn't tell it, why should you and I speculate here, it's important to deliver food."
The two returned to the back kitchen all the way, and Yun Yifeng was sitting on a stool eating plum cake: "Hey, you guys came back so soon."
"I accidentally knocked over two food boxes." Ji Yanran asked, "Is there any extra breakfast?"
"Yes, the buns are hot on the stove." Aunt Yu quickly repacked them with quick hands and feet. Just now when he bumped into the young servant of the Qi family, Liu Xianxian's skirt was also stained with soup, and the red color was very conspicuous, so Ji Yanran said: "Miss Liu, go back and change your clothes first, I will send the rest of the meal."
"I won't go." Liu Xianxian refused, insisting, "I want to go too, I'll go with you!"
Holding the small bowl, Yun Yifeng wondered, "Why do I feel that you two don't look quite right?"
Liu Xianxian's face turned paler when she heard the words, and she leaned closer to him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, is it the kind of bewitching ghosts? Is the Yintang black or is there red smoke from the head?"
Yun Yifeng: "..."
"I said girl." Ji Yanran had a toothache, "How can anyone curse themselves for hitting a ghost?"
"What happened?" Yun Yifeng stood up.
"It's okay, I'll talk to you when I get back." Ji Yanran picked up the food box, "Now go deliver the food first."
In the Baimei Pavilion, the servant has already changed his clothes and is sweeping the snow. After seeing everyone coming in, he only saluted hastily, and said in a hoarse voice: "My son is still sleeping, give me breakfast."
Liu Xianxian handed him the food box, and couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "You have a serious sprain, you should rest more."
"Yes, I will." The boy responded perfunctorily, holding the food box and was about to send it in, but Jin Huan just opened the door and walked in. When he saw the people in the yard, he was unavoidably surprised: "Why are they here, something happened ?”
Ji Yanran explained: "Miss Liu is delivering breakfast for Aunt Yu. I have nothing to do with Master Yunmen, so I walked along with her."
"Scared me." Jin Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled again, "In the future, Aunt Ruoyu won't be too busy, so we'll go get it ourselves, so why bother Brother Ji."
"Brother Ji, why bother?" Liu Qianxian was unhappy, and handed over the food box in her hand, "I am the one who delivered the food, well, it happens that yours is here too, take it."
"Yes, thank you, miss." Compared to Jin Manlin, Jin Huan was obviously much more patient with her. Seeing the crimson skirt with a slice of spicy oil on it, he asked a few questions with concern.
The boy stood beside him, and when he heard this, he let go of his hands and almost lost the food box.
"It's okay." Liu Xianxian waved her hand, "I accidentally fell in the morning."
Ji Yanran also changed the subject: "Brother Jin, why did you come to find Mr. Qi so early in the morning? He doesn't seem to have gotten up yet."
"Oh, I'm here to get the medicine." Jin Huan said, "My father has been taking white ginseng and purple rongbu pills for the past few years. He came to brother Qi's place yesterday for a pot of tea. Before leaving, he accidentally dropped the gourd that contained the medicine. Just found out."
The Qi family boy hurriedly said: "I've already put away the gourd, I'll go get it now." He walked stiffly, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain, so he ran in and out with force, offering the things with both hands.
"Okay, then I'll go too." Jin Huan said, "When brother Qi wakes up, come and drink tea with him."
The servant lowered his head and said, "Yes."
"Let's go too." Ji Yanran said to Yun Yifeng, "Go back and enjoy the fire."
Liu Xianxian stretched out her hand to block the way: "Hey, you can go if you want, and let Master Yunmen stay!"
Yun Yifeng looked at her innocently, why, I don't want to stay.
Ji Yanran took a step forward, blocking Yun Yifeng behind her: "No."
"What does this have to do with you!" Liu Xianxian was anxious, but couldn't push him away. In the end, she had no choice but to explain in a low voice, "I'm not trying to mess around, I... I'm just afraid, I always feel that everything is weird today, Don’t dare to stay alone.”
Yun Yifeng said blankly: "Really?"
Ji Yanran comforted her: "If you are afraid, go back to Meteor Pavilion. The master of Yunmen is not a witch. If you really encounter a ghost, he will probably run faster than you. You can't trust a good-looking man, as Confucius said."
The master of Yunmen originally wanted to kick up, but after thinking about it, he cooperated and said: "Yes."
Seeing that the two of them were unwilling to take her with them, Liu Xianxian twisted the hem of her clothes reluctantly, and finally said: "Then you also be careful, if you encounter a ghost, it will be bad if you get entangled."
Ji Yanran looked solemn: "Okay, we will definitely pay more attention."
Yun Yifeng looked suspicious, and went back to Piao Piao Pavilion together with him, and asked after entering the door: "What are you singing?"
"This is not a show." Ji Yanran brewed a pot of tea, recounted everything that happened in the morning, and said again: "It seems that there are many secrets in that young master of the Qi family."
"So weird?" Yun Yifeng said thoughtfully, "Last time we were talking about it, it's not surprising that the young master who is not valued in the deep house secretly learns some kung fu to protect himself. But what does this have to do with the boy? It’s just a bump from time to time, such a trivial matter like sesame mung beans, why is he so afraid like a mouse seeing a cat?”
"At least it shows that his life with Qi Ran is not easy." Ji Yanran said, "Why don't you go and see tonight?"
Yun Yifeng asked: "Peeping?"
Ji Yanran corrected: "Night Detective."
Yun Yifeng smiled: "Okay, then I will go to Baimei Pavilion with the prince to spy tonight to see what's weird about Qi Ran."
Under the gloomy cold fog, night always falls unexpectedly. It seems that just a gust of wind swept away all the bleak clouds and sky light. The monster from the abyss opened its mouth wide and swallowed the entire Snow Pavilion, and the sun turned into invisible star powder, falling As soon as it blows between the fingers, it disperses, leaving only the long night when you can't see your fingers.
At midnight, Ji Yanran sat at the table, put away the hidden weapons one by one, and drank half a pot of tea, but there was still no movement next door.
Could it be that he fell asleep? He got up and walked to the wall, and knocked with his fingers: "Master Yunmen."
And no one answered.
His Royal Highness Xiao Wang had no choice but to come to invite him personally. At this moment, it was snowing heavily outside, and even the wind was filled with icy scum, and it was really uncomfortable to blow on the body. If you are really greedy and lazy and don’t want to visit at night, then it’s not impossible to discuss, but at least you have to say in advance that everyone wants to sleep together, don’t leave me dry alone——
Before he finished thinking about the word "waiting", Yun Yifeng opened the door. His eyes were red, his brows were furrowed, he was only wearing a pair of flowing pajamas, his jet-black hair was scattered randomly on his shoulders, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like he was going to spy out the door, but he looked like he hadn't woken up. gas.
Ji Yanran was very understanding: "Excuse me, the master of the sect will continue to sleep."
Yun Yifeng's eyes went dark, and his whole body limply fainted in his arms.
Ji Yanran: "..."
Ji Yanran said: "Hello!"
Yun Yifeng's eyes were closed tightly, and his body was burning like fire. In this ghostly cold weather, he looked more and more like a piece of red-hot coal.
Ji Yanran picked him up and slammed on the door, blocking all the whirling snow and wind back into the courtyard.
The brazier in the bedroom has long been extinguished by water, and all the mattresses and quilts have been thrown on the ground. The room is as cold as an ice cave. Even so, Yun Yifeng is still hot and uncomfortable, and even the breath he exhales is burning. meaning.
Ji Yanran forcibly held his wrist, her pulse was chaotic and disorderly, sometimes so violent that all the blood in her heart would jump out, and sometimes it was faint and invisible.
Yun Yifeng opened his eyes, looked at the blurred figure beside the bed, and said with all his might, "I'll be fine tomorrow." When he spoke, he gritted his teeth, and the veins on his hands bulged, obviously enduring great pain. Ji Yanran shook her head inwardly, stretched out her hand to help him up, raised her palm to press on her chest.
The strands of zhenqi entering the tendons, although not completely dispelling the pain, can finally relieve a little. After a while, Yun Yifeng's breathing gradually calmed down, but Ji Yanran didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, instead, his subordinates took it easy. He grew up in the military camp since he was a child, and he is used to seeing rough-skinned and thick-skinned soldiers of Liang Liang. They are all fierce men who can still kill the enemy in blood after being stabbed seven or eight times. No matter where he is injured, just open a bottle of medicine and sprinkle it. Mostly. But at this moment, the one in my arms, not to mention the martial arts, at least looks much more expensive than the people in the northwest. The skin is almost transparent, the body is as thin as paper, and the collarbone is like fine jade. A little force will crush it into pieces.
So just be extra careful.
After more than half an hour like this, when Yun Yifeng finally agreed to fall asleep, Ji Yanran was already drenched in sweat. He circled the person with one hand, and tried to get the quilt on the ground with the other hand, but touched a handful of half-wet ashes. Only then did he realize that the brazier in the house was not only extinguished by tea, but also knocked over and knocked down. Coarse charcoal residue, a mess. Yun Yifeng's feet were also stained with blood. It should be that when he got out of bed and opened the door just now, he stumbled and stomped over, accidentally hurting himself.
Ji Yanran sighed inwardly, and simply carried him to the next room. In the kitchen of the small courtyard, the sound of the wind chime sounded again, and the firewood was burning jubilantly in the stove. With the experience of the last time, His Royal Highness Xiao Wang boiled the water quite quickly this time. Yun Yifeng was tortured to the point of exhaustion by the poison, but he felt that every bone in his body was about to break into cracks, the dull pain was constantly eroding the brain, his limbs were paralyzed, and even breathing had to be done with all his strength, and he really had no extra strength to raise his eyelids again. In the daze, I could only feel a vague warmth, and I couldn't tell where it came from. I only knew that it was extremely gentle and patient, like a summer warm wind blowing on the sparkling blue glazed lake.
Ji Yanran tidied up everything, and covered the sick seedling pinched by Yu Diaoxue with a quilt, even the corners of the quilt were tightly pressed, making sure that no wind could slip in, and then she let out a sigh of relief.
It turns out that serving people as an old lady is no easier than marching and fighting.
Even more tiring.
At this time, the sky was slightly bright, Ji Yanran returned to Yun Yifeng's room, picked up a clean mattress and spread it on the bed, and closed his eyes to rest.
He was a little puzzled, who was helping him heal his wounds before meeting him in this poisonous posture, and why he didn't take it with him when he went out this time.
As soon as I turned over, I didn't know what was under my arm, and I panicked.
I took it out and saw that it was the ruby ganoderma lucidum that was hung around the neck of Yunmen every day as a treasure.
"Conscience" doesn't seem to work at all.
Ji Yanran rubbed the fake Ganoderma lucidum with her thumb, feeling a dull pain in her brain.
Forget it, if you expend your internal energy to heal your wounds tonight, it will be regarded as repaying half of the favor.
…
The wind outside the window gradually weakened, and the snow was much lighter.
The room was quiet and dark, with snow stuck in the cracks of the windows, and the occasional "creaking" sound from the wind, making the room seem warmer and more suitable for sleeping. The quilt is like a soft cloud, rolling up bit by bit, from the toes, to the calf, to the waist, to the neck, to the hair. Show a smirk.
And the person standing by the bed also laughed along with "hehe".
The corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc, exuding a creepy chill, his eyes seemed to be admiring some kind of sacrifice, and he just looked at the incense for half a stick without moving before slowly stretching out his hand.
Icy, with sharp nails, tightly stuck to the neck.
The severe pain was accompanied by a sense of suffocation, which brought the dream to an abrupt end. The person in the bedding opened his eyes in horror, but found that he could not speak anything. He could only open his mouth in vain, his limbs flicked like dry fish tails, dripping blood all the way, and was dragged heavily from the bedroom into the snow.
There was a cold light in front of his eyes, it must be the sharp claws or fangs of ten thousand ferocious beasts.
Fear had overshadowed the pain.
With flesh and blood flying everywhere, he felt that he was surrounded by a strong smell of rust.
The dark blue sky cast the last inch of dark color into those eyes that were trying to widen.
Terrifying and hopeless.
Ice and snow are bright red.
…
In the curling smoke, Dongfang was completely white.
The light from the snow on the ground reflected into the window, brightly waking Yun Yifeng up. He propped up his disintegrated body and sat up. He wanted to get out of bed, but he was slightly taken aback. The furnishings and decorations in this room... bowed his head again, and the pajamas on his body were obviously too big. The tie is embroidered with delicate silver thread, which is a tribute satin in the middle of Sichuan, something that only the emperor's relatives and relatives can use.
Ji Yanran appeared at the door: "Morning."
Yun Yifeng asked: "Did the prince heal my injury last night?"
"Otherwise?" Ji Yanran put the teapot on the table, "Come and drink some hot water first, I'll go to the kitchen to get breakfast, you've been tossing all night, eat more to give you strength."
"Thank you, my lord." Yun Yifeng covered his clothes, got out of bed and wanted to stand up, but just as his feet touched the ground, he gasped again, "Hiss."
"Oh yes, your foot is injured, but it's okay." Ji Yanran brought tea for him, "Forget it, just keep lying down."
Yun Yifeng asked: "Did I get poisoned badly last night?"
Ji Yanran nodded: "You don't remember?"
Yun Yifeng thought for a while: "I only remember that at the beginning my whole body was shivering from the cold, like falling into an ice cellar, and then I didn't know anything about it."
"When I came, your whole body was hot and your pulse was chaotic, and you almost got evil spirits." Ji Yanran watched him finish drinking the water, and then remembered what troubled him all night, so he asked, "Who was healing you before?"
"No one." Yun Yifeng replied, "It will be fine after one night."
Ji Yanran's subordinates paused: "No one heals the wounds, is life going through life?"
"En." Yun Yifeng returned the cup, retracted her chin into the warm blanket again, and sighed comfortably.
Seeing that his expression was calm, as if he didn't take the bone-eating pain last night to heart, and didn't need others to comfort him, Ji Yanran didn't say any more, went to the kitchen alone to get breakfast, and didn't forget to ask Aunt Yu for a cup before leaving Sophora japonica honey - the poison is too bitter, you have to eat some sweetness in your mouth.
Yun Yifeng smiled and said, "Thank you."
"Take a good rest today, and don't worry about the things outside." Ji Yanran put the bed table for him, then turned to clean up the room next door. First, clean up the slag and carbon ash on the ground, light a new brazier, and finally dig out clean bedding from the cabinet, but it's not half laid, but there is a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps in the yard.
"Master Yunmen!" Liu Xianxian pushed the door open, "It's terrible, something happened again... Hey, how could it be you?"
Ji Yanran threw the pillow on the bed, and held the broom in one hand: "What happened?"
Liu Xianxian: "..."
Jin Huan was also taken aback by the picture of virtuous housekeeping and hard-working bed making, and tentatively asked, "Brother Ji, where is the master of the Cloud Gate?"
Ji Yanran replied: "On my bed, haven't gotten up yet."
There was a dead silence.
Yeah.
Fortunately, Yun Yifeng had already heard the movement at this time, wrapped in a big cloak and opened the door: "What's wrong?"
The matter was imminent, and Jin Huan didn't care to speculate on the relationship between the two of them, and hurriedly said: "Qi Ran's servant is dead."
His death was miserable, his eyes were wide open, his whole body seemed to have been scratched by ghost claws, blood marks were everywhere, he was lying upright in the snow, surrounded by red ice, when he was discovered by Qi Ran this morning, he was already breathing Nothing, frozen stiff.
Yun Yifeng frowned secretly when he heard the words, and exchanged a glance with Ji Yanran.
The spider silk and silver bell array was not triggered, which meant that there were no criminals breaking in in the middle of the night.
It was someone from the Snow Appreciation Pavilion who killed the young servant of the Qi family.