"Ajin, thank you."
"We are friends, no need to thank you, as long as you like it."
"Of course I like it."
Lian Que held the sword and swung it a few more times.
more convenient.
He said, "Ajin, when I grow up, I will protect you. If anyone dares to hurt you, I will fight him with this sword."
"Okay!"
Memories flooded into my heart, and even Sparrow couldn't help but moisten his eyes.
In fact, he rarely cried.
The only time memory has ever cried was during the civil war in Huyi, when Ajin disappeared.
I cried for a long time...
And that sword was always with him.
For more than 20 years, it has never been changed.
He firmly believes that one day, he will wait for Ah Jin!
No wonder Bai Yin and Jing Rong said that they seemed to have seen him before.
It turned out that they already knew each other!
…
Ji Yunshu went back to Wen Mozhai again.
A fine pen was chosen.
Take it in your hand and look carefully.
The shopkeeper knew that she left with the Nanguohou just now, so she must be someone she knew.
Then he asked aloud, "Young Master, you don't look like Gao Ding, how did you and Mr. Ke know each other?"
"Business dealings," she said.
"Oh? What business does the son do?"
"Portrait of the dead!"
The shopkeeper was startled.
Thought she was joking.
Portrait of the dead, this is the same story.
"Sir, stop joking, you are doing this kind of business, how does Master Ke have business dealings with you?"
Do not believe.
However-
Ji Yunshu suddenly had an idea. She turned the pen in her hand and asked, "Since you said that Mr. Ke wouldn't do business with me, who draws dead portraits, who does he do business with?"
"Of course it's something related to writing and ink."
"Oh? It seems that Mr. Ke is a scholar of the family."
"Are you kidding me? Master Ke is the Marquis of Nanguo in our Huyi. Who knows about Gaoding?"
Uh!
She was shocked!
Marquis of the South
The shopkeeper, "Young Master? Young Master?"
"Huh?" She came back to her senses
"What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay!" Ji Yunshu shook his head gently.
The pen that was turning in her hand suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell from her hand.
Hit the ground.
When she reacted, it was too late.
However, I saw a hand reaching out and firmly grasping the pen.
She looked up and saw Jing Rong's face close at hand.
"you… "
How did you come
Before she could say this, Jing Rong handed the pen to the shopkeeper and said, "Wrap it up."
The shopkeeper was stunned!
Where did this man come from
Jing Rong immediately took out the money and put it in front of him, urging coldly, "Hurry up."
"Oh well."
The shopkeeper quickly found a box and put it in it.
handed it to him.
Jing Rong took it with one hand, and took Ji Yunshu's hand with the other and went out.
The snow is still falling.
He held an umbrella and pulled her beside him.
One tall and one short figure stood under the umbrella.
The steps are deep and shallow, printed on the thick snow.
Ji Yunshu raised his eyes and asked him, "Why are you here?"
He looked at her and said, "How can I be at ease when you come out alone?"
"I just came out to buy a pen."
"I said I wouldn't leave you alone."
She was moved.
smiled.
Asked, "By the way, how did you find Bai Yin?"
"No news."
Got nothing.
Ji Yunshu, "Since Prince Cheng has promised us, as long as I help him solve the case, he will definitely help us find Cha He."
Jing Rong was speechless.
Heavy mind.
Seeing that his face was wrong, Ji Yunshu changed the subject, "You met someone today."
"… "
"Ketcha!"
Jing Rong was impressed, he slowed down a few steps and said, "The one who gave you the jade pendant."
"Um."
"How did you meet him?"
"Just now, he was also in the Wen Mozhai, and then I went to the tea house to chat with him for a while, and I also saw the child."
"The child who took the child by caesarean section?"
"He is two years old now and has grown a lot." There was a smile on his face.
"So... you also said about the broken temple?" Jing Rong asked.
"I mentioned a couple of sentences, but judging from his expression and tone, he doesn't seem to know it at all. It seems that he may really have nothing to do with those people." Ji Yunshu wasn't sure.
Jing Rong also looked bewildered.
Ji Yunshu said again, "I just chatted with the shopkeeper, guess what I know?"
"what?"
"That Master Ke is the Marquis of Nanguo."
Jing Rong's eyes tightened, her face sank slightly, and she was silent for a while, "When I first saw him, didn't I already expect it? A person with a peacock's tail on his body is either a royal family member or a nobleman. ."
"That's true!"
"Don't think too much, go back first."
"Um."
After the two returned, Ji Yunshu bought a pen and started painting without wasting any time.
Jing Rong has been standing outside.
Standing under the eaves watching the snow.
This guard, guarded until the night.
Song Zhi came over with two bowls of porridge that he cooked himself.
"Master Jing, you've been standing here for so long, so go back to your room."
Jing Rong looked back at Ji Yunshu who was painting and said, "It's okay!"
"Why don't you drink some hot porridge, I just boiled it."
Give him one of the bowls.
Jing Rong took it.
"I'll send it in for Ji Gongzi."
Just as he was about to enter, he was pulled by Jing Rong.
"No need."
"But Young Master Ji has been painting for so long, and he hasn't eaten at all, how can his body bear it?"
"If you go in now, you'll disturb her, and she won't drink until she's finished."
"Young Master Ji is really trying too hard."
More desperate you have not seen!
Song Zhi had no choice but to forget.
Jing Rong didn't drink much of the porridge, and after taking a sip, she put it aside, and it gradually became colder.
Song Zhi didn't leave, he stood with Jingrong for a while.
The two stood under the eaves and looked up at the falling snowflakes.
Under the reflection of the surrounding lanterns, the white snow glowed with a little starlight.
Like the starry sky in July and August.
Extraordinarily beautiful.
a long time-
Song Zhi asked, "Sometimes, I actually envy you."
"envious?"
"Yes!"
"Envy what?"
Song Zhi thought for a while, "I don't know either, but I just envy you."
Jing Rong smiled.
But with a hint of sadness.
He asked, "Young Master Song, have you tried being forced to take a path you don't want to take?"
Um
Song Zhi was stunned for a moment.
He began to seriously think about his question.
Although he is poor, he has never been forced to take a path he does not want to take.
Even if he was so poor that he didn't have the money, he still refused to write those vulgar plays to make money.
So everything is of his own accord.
He shook his head.
no!
Jing Rong asked him again, "Then you have been so helpless, and even brotherhood has become nothing."
He shook his head again.
"Then have you ever... Even your best brother can't protect him, and you can only watch everything ruined."
Desolate tone.
Song Zhi never did, he shook his head.
"But I've been through it all," he said.
Song Zhi, "…"
"So, why do you envy me?"
Leave this word.
Jing Rong left.
Song Zhi froze in place. It doesn't seem to have responded yet.