At sunset, Bingwen asked Sang Yi to go back first and went to Shuangsheng Inn alone. In the past few days, he had been thinking about Xia Chu's instructions to him before leaving Beijing, that it was best to bring Xie Jiming to live in his yard before the start of the scientific examination.
He mentioned it to Xie Jiming several times, but he refused without any room for negotiation.
Bingwen frowned, not knowing what to do.
When they arrived at Shuangsheng Inn, Yin Guangbo and Kong Changhui were still gathered in Shizhong Fei's room. Bingwen invited them to come down for a meal, and the four of them had a great time drinking and talking about poetry.
Until the lanterns first came up, the moon was already setting in the west, Haishi had arrived, and people decided to mark the time.
Bingwen raised a toast to them and wished them to be named on the gold list tomorrow. All three of them drank it down with smiles and humility.
Bingwen sent the three of them upstairs. After they returned to their rooms, they came to Jie Jiming's room and knocked on the door.
Xie Jiming opened the door and saw him, and returned to the house expressionlessly.
Bingwen had become accustomed to this smelly stone and asked with a smile: "Mr. Xie, won't you come back to the courtyard with me to live there?"
"Aren't you annoying? If you say you won't go, you won't go." Xie Jiming showed a look of disgust.
"I heard that the Fourth Highness came here three times, but you pushed him back every time?"
Jie Jiming snorted coldly.
"If you hadn't taken out that handwritten letter, you don't know how many times I would have pushed you back."
Bingwen held his forehead, feeling a little headache, and couldn't help but curiously asked: "After all, I gave that handwritten letter to your husband. Do you really want to share it with me?"
"It's not you who wrote it. Don't you know the person who wrote the handwriting? Ask yourself."
Bingwen pressed his temples, feeling that if he spoke more to Xie Jiming, he would lose a few years from his life.
"Since you don't want to go back with me, then I'll live with you tonight." Bingwen thought, he might as well just sleep with Bian Hao staying to protect Xie Jiming.
"No, why do you rely on me?" Xie Jiming looked disgusted and pushed him out.
"Oh, oh, let me tell you, it was the person who wrote the handwriting who told me to protect your safety before the scientific examination." Bingwen pushed his hand away while shouting.
"He asked?" Xie Jiming stopped pushing.
Bingwen nodded sincerely.
"Then you can sleep on that bed and don't stop me from reading."
Bingwen looked at Jie Jiming's slightly soft face and thought to himself, the stinky stone has really become a good-looking person.
Bingwen stayed in the room and was bored. He looked at Xie Jiming who was studying alone and said, "You usually read enough books. Just relax before the exam."
Xie Jiming rarely put down his book and glanced at him.
When Bingwen saw him put down his book, he suggested, "How about we play chess?"
Jie Jiming thought for a while and actually agreed, and the two set up a chessboard to play.
After a few games, the two actually went back and forth, and it was difficult to tell the difference between their opponents.
Bingwen looked at the night and saw that it was almost midnight. Then he said to the excited Xie Jiming, go to bed first, he would have to get up early to take the exam tomorrow.
Jie Ji Ming's meaning was still unfinished, and he said to Bingwen and Yan Yuese, "We'll take the test after the test."
Bingwen couldn't help but laugh. It turns out that just playing a few games of chess can build a good relationship...
After turning off the lights, it wasn't long before Bingwen heard Ji Ming's well-proportioned breathing. But he was lying on the bed, tossing and turning.
The ugly time has arrived, just after the rooster crows.
Bingwen listened to the watchman on the night watch outside beating his clapper and his gong. The sound of the watch went from slow to fast, and he beat the watch three times in a row before ending the watch.
It was already the fourth watch, and Bingwen thought maybe he was worrying too much.
Due to the shock of the incident at Prince Hui's Mansion in the morning, he was troubled by the chess game he had just played with Xie Jiming. Bingwen finally felt sleepy and gradually fell asleep.
Just when he was still dreaming, Bingwen suddenly heard the sound of sharp weapons clashing. He woke up instantly and hurriedly got up to light the lamp. As soon as the candle was lit, as the wick burned with crackling heat, the window suddenly burst open, and a man in black, masked in night, rushed in with murderous intent.
"Come, call the officer, there is an assassin!" Bingwen shouted loudly, trying to wake up the people in the inn from their dreams.
The masked man glared at him angrily and had no time to pay attention to him. He pointed his sword directly at Jie Jiming and forced him forward.
Bingwen saw the masked man stabbing Xie Jiming with a powerful sword, but he couldn't care less and pounced directly on Xie Jiming. He thought in his heart that he had to protect Ji Ming's life no matter what, and he couldn't disobey Xia Chu's entrustment.
When Xie Jiming heard Bingwen's shouting, he woke up in a hazy state and had not yet regained his consciousness. He was pinned down by Bingwen, and a sword light flashed across his eyes, and he saw that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Bingwen's back. He suddenly woke up and wanted to push Bingwen away. But he was so pressed that he couldn't move.
Jie Jiming closed his eyes in horror, not daring to look directly at the sword that was engulfed in Bingwen's flesh and blood. But at this moment, the roof suddenly collapsed and the tiles fell one after another. Bian Hao fell from the sky, slashed his sword horizontally, and drove away the man in black.
Bingwen held the heart of death when he suddenly heard the "hiss" of a sharp blade cutting through the sky. Mu Ran turned around and saw Bian Hao, feeling at ease.
"Sir, there are four people here in total. I was entangled by three people and came a little late."
Bian Hao stood beside Bingwen, standing like a pine tree, filled with fighting spirit.
"Young Master, do you want to spare his life?" Bian Hao frowned slightly, as if hesitating about the importance of his action, and turned to Bingwen and asked.
Bingwen suddenly saw Bian Hao's serious face turned towards him at this moment. He nodded hurriedly, then his pupils dilated and he exclaimed: "Be careful!"
It turned out that when the masked man heard his provocative words, his heart had already been ignited with raging anger, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. Seeing that the door at the back of Bian Hao's neck was wide open, he raised his sword and stabbed him.
Bian Hao was as calm as ever, his ears moved slightly, and he swung the first sword with his backhand. With a "dang" sound, the masked man's sword fell to the ground. Flying forward, he swung his second sword, and a few strands of black hair fell from the masked man's face. He held a sword flower in the air and swung the third sword from top to bottom. The mask of the masked man was cut open and fell off. He hurriedly covered his face, turned over and jumped out of the window.
"Stop chasing him." Seeing that the assassin had fled, Bingwen was afraid that the assassin might be lured away from the mountain.
Bian Hao was about to chase after him, but was stopped by Bingwen and stopped suddenly.
Bian Hao bowed and Bingwen nodded.
Bian Hao jumped from the window and disappeared into the darkness.
(End of chapter)