She has an unclean killing aura on her body, and every frown and smile seems to be hiding murderous intentions.
Assassin, this is the real assassin.
Thinking of Xiahou Lin, Shen Jue restrained the surging fear in his heart and said, "Xiahou Lin he..."
"I know, get up." Xia Hou Pei waved Shen Jue aside, rubbed Shen Jue's shoulder, entered the door, and walked to Xia Houlin's bed.
Xia Houlin's eyes widened with disbelief, "Gao Niangniang!?"
"Grandma, keep your stupid son in vain, you won't recognize me if I change my face." Xia Hou Pei took out a pill from his pocket and said angrily, "Two choices. First, don't answer. Galan, stay here to die, second, take medicine and return to Galan. Choose one."
Xia Houlin reacted and said with blood on his face, "You are really my mother."
"I'm really your mother, isn't your mother capable of pretending to be a lunatic to stay with you in the palace for so long?" Xiahou Pei tore off his mask and threw it on the ground, revealing that bright and even sharp face. Their mother and son look alike, if Xia Houlin was a little bit more murderous, others would believe it if he said that he was almost the same as her.
"Eat, Xiahou Lin." Shen Jue suddenly said, "Don't stay in the palace, you don't belong here."
"That's right." Xiahou Pei said with a smile, "You are so stupid that you still want to hang around here, it's not enough to put people in their teeth." He turned to look at Shen Jue, "You brat, don't look at me like that. I have nothing to do with this. I was born in Jialan, so my life should be like this. In July and a half, everyone has to take it, including me. The antidote is only in the possession of the resident. minions."
Shen Jue closed his eyes and looked elsewhere.
With a sigh, Xia Houlin took the pill from Xiahou Pei's hand, chewed it a few times in his mouth, and swallowed it whole.
The body was still weak, and the drowsiness of the darkness struck, Xiahou said angrily: "Mother, let me sleep for a while, and we will leave tomorrow morning."
Xiahou Pei responded casually, wiped the blood off his face, helped him tuck the quilt, walked out of the curtain, sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, and poured himself a pot of tea.
"Actually, he only has one choice." Shen Jue suddenly said.
Xiahou Pei stopped blowing the tea and looked at Shen Jue.
"If he doesn't promise to go with you, you'll kill me."
Xiahou Pei laughed and said, "I didn't say that."
"What the hell is July and a half?"
"An addictive drug in Miaojiang, but its temperament is not as strong as that of ordinary addictive drugs. If you don't eat it for ten days and a half, it will make life worse than death. It happens once every July and a half in July and a half. You can eat it, but don't eat it... If you can get through it, the consequences are not clear.”
"Miao Jiang..." Shen Jue pondered, "Is there no more details?"
"No."
"...Really, is there no other way?" Shen Jue lowered his head, "He doesn't want to go back to Jialan, you know, he doesn't want to kill."
"You don't want to be an eunuch yet, what the hell, can you be a eunuch?" Xiahou Pei didn't care.
"you!"
"Young master, you are a smart person, at least your brain is much better than that of my fool." Xiahou Pei was holding a teacup, and the white porcelain light was flowing on his fingertips, "In life, each has its own way, yours is yours. It may intersect, but it will never be the same."
Shen Jue smiled, "Senior doesn't know how to arrange six lines, how can you be so sure?"
"I don't know how to tell fortunes. It's a bit of a skill to see people."
"Oh? In the eyes of seniors, who am I?"
"Treachery, insidious, cunning, shameless and vulgar."
"Senior is quite outspoken." Under the table, Shen Jue clenched his fist hard, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not diminish by half, "However, senior may wish to gamble with my little nephew."
"I don't have a big nephew like you." Xiahou Pei said bluntly, "What are you betting on?"
"I bet that I can rescue Xiahou Lin from Jialan, and let him be at ease. Heaven and earth are in harmony. No one can make him bow down and obey orders!"
"It's interesting..." Xiahou Pei propped his face up, his slender fingers covering his mouth, he couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or a happy smile, "Can I ask, what kind of supernatural power does my Xiaolin have to make you plan for him like this? . This stinky boy, even the single-handed killing technique makes me twisted and twisted, my Xiahou Pei I will be defeated in the hands of this boy."
Shen Jue lowered her dense eyelashes and said in a low voice, "Throw me with peach, and return it with Qiong Yao, that's all."
"Forget it, young master, I think you should see how to help yourself. It's not easy to avenge the Xie family."
"I am nearly fifty this year, and I am addicted to the sensuality of dogs and horses. The technique of immortality is not a long-term appearance. When the imperial power is handed over, it is the day when Weide died." "Don't you dare to gamble, senior?"
The curvature of Xiahou Pei's lips deepened, "How long is the betting period, and what is the bet?"
"The gambling period is ten years. You bet on your trust, and I bet on my life. Ten years later, before Xiahou Rin left Jialan, Shen Jue sacrificed his life with both hands."
This gambling game is very absurd, and Xiahou Pei is also an absurd person. He stared at Shen Jue for a long time, clapped his hand on the table, and said, "Deal."
Shen Jue slowly exhaled and said, "Then, senior can tell me more about Qiyue and a half."
After all, he ate a few more years of rice than Shen Jue. He always knew that Xiahou Pei didn't trust him, and he had reservations about everything about Jialan.
It's just that it's different now, he has won her trust.
"I really don't know much about July and a half, I have said everything I can say."
Shen Jue frowned, "Senior."
"However," Xiahou Peixin smiled happily, "Ye Facai, the shopkeeper of the Lucky Inn in the south of the city, the prostitute Hong Sanniang in Hualiu Hutong and her goddaughter Sister Hong Qiao, and the wine seller in Jiuli Hutong, Zhu Kai, ah, right? , and atomic beauty, the school book of the Economic Bureau of the Zhan Shifu, is a dark pile of Jialan. I gave you the name, and I don't care what I do next."
Shen Jue nodded.
Really good plan. Garan Dark Pile, the bottom layer of Qiye Garan, it is not a pity to abandon it. Xia Houlin once said that the dark piles knew very little about Jialan, and even did not know where the Jialan Mountain Temple was. Even if he caught them, he would not have any influence on Jialan. Therefore, he can only study the seven and a half months on them, and he can't do anything else.
In this way, even if he has evil intentions and wants to be detrimental to Jialan and even Xiahou Lin, there is no way to follow.
"Thank you, senior." Shen Jue said.
"Okay, I have to take him away." Xiahou Pei put down the teacup.
Shen Jue was stunned, "So fast."
"It's a good walk at night."
"How do you plan to go, senior?" Shen Jue stood up and asked.
"What else can I do, kill all the way out."
"..." The mother and son had the same disregarding temperament.
Shen Jue sighed and said, "I know a secret road. The deep well outside the house leads directly to Jingshan outside the palace."
Xiahou Pei turned his head to look at Shen Jue unexpectedly, "So that map is in your hands."
"Not," Shen Jue said, "in my mind."
Xiahou Pei patted Shen Jue's shoulder, and said with a pity, "It would be great if you were my son, why is there such a big gap between people? Okay, there will be a period later, young master. Take care of you in the palace. Take care of yourself, don't let Xiaolin worry."
She put clothes on Xia Houlin indiscriminately, probably because of the seventh month and a half, and Xia Houlin didn't wake up after being tossed so much.
A young man who has not yet grown up, is somewhere between a young man and a teenager, and his body is still a little thin, and he can't be said to be in the sky. Now the residual poison is not clear, and there is no trace of blood on his face, like a person made of paper. Look at his eyelids tightly closed, and there is a little bloodshot left on the corner of his mouth, like rouge that hasn't been washed away.
Shen Jue held back the thought of wanting to hug him, and gently wiped the redness from the corner of his mouth, "There will be an appointment later, Xia Houlin."
We will surely meet again.
Xiahou Pei carried Xiahou Lin on his shoulders and walked towards the dry well under the full moonlight.
Shen Jue remembered the Jingtie in the treasure chest, hurriedly took it out, and shouted, "Senior, Jingtie!"
Xia Hou Pei carried Xia Hou Rong to the dry well, and waved his hand indifferently, "Send you!"
Holding the black knife, Shen Jue stood by the window and watched Xiahou Pei jump into the well with Xiahou Rin. In just a moment, the clothes flew through the room, and the person disappeared, not even the sound of footsteps. The courtyard was quiet for a moment, only Zero Worm sang tirelessly.
So quiet, so quiet.
He seemed to be back to the days when he was alone in the palace sweeping snow before he reunited with Xia Houlin. Isn't the moon full of the courtyard just like the snow full of the courtyard? Shen Jue exhaled softly, as if seeing his breath turned into ice, white smoke curled up.
On those cold days, he didn't want to go back at all, but he went back after all.
Under the vast moonlight, the flowers and leaves flickered into shadows, and the thinly-clothed young man's eyes were silent and his eyes were like a grief.