"I don't want to drink this, give me a drink." Xi Ping pushed away the calming soup that the boy handed over, just now when the paper money came to knock on the door, he was thinking about how to fight them to the death with fire oil, now he thinks about it , only to send out a cold sweat.
He only heard about Wang Baochang's death at the Huafang Ferry, but never saw it with his own eyes. But he saw the scene of those big living beings wrapped in paper money into meat paste for real, and no matter how big his heart was, he couldn't suppress his liver trembling.
Now his body and mind are cooling down together, Xi Ping also wonders in his heart—why is it him again
It can be said that it was a coincidence that the painting boat ferry crossing the day before, after all, the appreciating flowers will be lively, and all the smelly and smelly ones went to play.
But what happened to Mr. Dong of the Qing family of Honglu Temple
This corpse doesn't cheat early or late, but it's only after meeting him in Danguifang that his voice shines... Could it be that his reputation as "Mr. Give him a tasting
At this time, a servant came in in a panic and reported: "Master Hou, the right deputy of Tianji Pavilion has brought people to the door!"
Marquis Yongning was taken aback for a moment, then hesitantly said: "Please."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed Xi Ping's shoulder: "Go in and see your mother and the old lady."
Before Xi Ping had time to respond, the young man said again: "The elder specifically said that he still... wants to see our young master."
In one day, Xi Ping was summoned twice by name by walking in the world. Xi Ping almost suspected that someone had planted a root gun in their ancestral grave. Otherwise, why would there be so much smoke
The second time Tianji Pavilion came to the door, the taste was a bit wrong.
Zhao Yu, who was still very kind in the morning, didn't seem to know him anymore. He asked him where he went, who he met, and who he had spoken to one by one in a business-like manner, so that a military officer next to him could remember him in detail. Yes, I will have to check them one by one in a while.
Pang Dutong with the silver belt, with his eyes like knives, scraped him back and forth a few times, as if he wanted to cut open his internal organs for inspection.
Master Xi is a donkey, uncomfortable and ready to kick, especially this Pang who just pushed him off the wall - so he returned his gaze blankly, and looked directly into Pang Dutong's eyes provocatively. .
Pang Jian was stared at by him, but smiled.
This man, who seemed to be quite difficult to provoke, actually had a pair of smiling eyes, and asked kindly, "Is your son familiar with those two deceased?"
Xi Ping: "Wang Sidu does not look up, but Dong Zirui is not familiar with him."
"Lang Junsheng of Mr. Dong's mansion is handsome and handsome. He studied in the Imperial College and never messed with these unscrupulous things." Yongning Hou interjected in a timely manner, pointing to Xi Ping and said, "I always say, as long as this evil person can If someone gets a share, they can let the old man live a few years less. Who knows... who knows that Dong's family could suffer such a disaster! It is said that his Dalang is going to enter the immortal sect this year... Alas, isn't this a trap? Dead parents?"
Nie Chao Xi Ping drooped his eyelids, and rolled his eyes where the eyelids covered.
The Dong family has a clean and upright family style, and Mr. Dong is a gentleman among gentlemen, and he never fools around... He just raised a "confidant" outside the city.
Coincidentally, seeing that there will be a general election this year, the confidante blew up a storm at the beginning of the year, and died in a sensible way.
It is said that Mr. Dong was very sad because of her, and he wore a white jade hairpin for three days to express his grief.
Except for the daily contrived Lord Hou, Xi Ping has never seen any serious and charming flowers. Anyway, he couldn't figure out how the big living people let a wind blow cold - Jinping is not cold in winter.
He felt that the other version sounded more believable: it is said that the beauty was sent away by a bowl of tiger wolf medicine for abortion.
But he heard that his father was picking him out, so he kept his mouth shut and didn't rashly tear things apart.
Zhao Yu followed Yongninghou's words calmly and sighed: "It's really a pity."
Pang Jian, as if he didn't hear it at all, still stared at Xi Ping, and asked, "Can you find out the pulse of the prince?"
Randomly probing, Xi Ping stretched out his hand, thinking, can he still find out the happy pulse
Two calloused fingers rested on his meridians, and then, a very thin hot current flowed through his limbs along the meridians, Xi Ping was shocked.
The smile lines in the corners of Yongninghou's eyes immediately flattened, and he said in a deep voice, "My lord, what's wrong with my son?"
"It's nothing." Pang Jian withdrew his hand in a leisurely manner, "Young people are very playful, why don't you stay up all night if you have nothing to do? Your blood is a little weak."
Hou Ye looked slightly relieved, but Pang Jian said again: "But I am also a half-hearted person. After all, the prince passed by a carload of corpse poison today. To be on the safe side, we should ask the prince to come back to Tianji Pavilion with us for a day. Check your insurance."
What does that mean
Is it an inspection or an investigation? Hire someone or take someone
Hou Ye's face froze in an instant: "Yesterday at the ferry crossing, many people met the corpse face to face, and as far as I can see, nothing happened. The child is naughty, so I won't bother..."
Xi Ping said almost at the same time as him: "That's all right, when are you leaving? Can you bring the servant?"
Lord Hou: "..."
Several eyes fell on Xi Ping who was stopped behind by the Marquis of Yongning. Xi Ping was like a two hundred and five who couldn't understand good words. Hou Ye said: "Father, let me go, I haven't been to Tianji Pavilion yet."
"Nonsense!" Master Hou turned his head and scolded, "Is Tianji Pavilion a place to play?"
"What's wrong with staying overnight, I don't pee on the kang."
Hou Ye was so angry that his beard curled up.
Xi Ping said: "When I close my eyes now, I think of that stiff... Brother Dong is winking at me for some reason, and he has goosebumps all over his body. He must have nightmares when he sleeps at night. Let the elders take me away." , Going to the Tianji Pavilion can also strengthen your courage. I will bring the bell there, and I will guarantee that I will not cause trouble to the elders... Do you bring the bedroll yourself, elder?"
Pang Jian smiled: "There are guest rooms in the General Administration."
After hearing this, Xi Ping made a final decision without waiting for Master Hou to speak: "Okay, I'll tell someone to pack up!"
The Marquis of Yongning is just such a single seedling, he was not stingy when he was young, he couldn't be convinced, he couldn't be persuaded, and he didn't accept soft and hard things.
Normally, Master Hou would chase him away with a stick, but he was willing to run around twice, it was purely to save face for his father, and help him exercise his muscles by the way, no one could control him if he really made up his mind.
After opening his mouth and agreeing, Xi Ping didn't even look at Hou Ye's gloomy old face, he ordered people to pack up his luggage, and happily got into the car of Tianji Pavilion. Before leaving, he poked his head out of the carriage heartlessly and waved at Lord Hou: "Father, I will come back to eat at noon tomorrow, so prepare some hard food for me! Third Highness, apart from soup is porridge. I'm not full!"
If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, Marquis Yongning's scolding would have probably resounded through the Lingyang River.
When Pang Jian heard him mention King Zhuang, his eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "Don't worry, your son will not be hungry."
The walkers in the world came with fire and left with the wind, leaving only the armored imperial forest army in the water, and surrounded Danguifang tightly to guard against rebirth.
On South Street, every family sent their courageous servants to clean up the dirt in front of the door, and many people saw that Tianji Pavilion took Xi Ping away. It's just that the servants of the big family know when to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Everyone bowed their heads immediately after a glance, and no one said anything.
An unremarkable middle-aged man cleaned the steps of his house, sprinkled the ashes of the talisman, went to the housekeeper with his companions to collect the reward, and volunteered to stay as the night watchman.
The night was getting deeper, and the South Street was completely silent. Occasionally, soldiers and armors of the guards on guard would touch each other lightly, and the sound of "choking" was heard far away, and I don't know how many people were awakened from their sleepiness.
The middle-aged man waited until the courtyard was completely silent before taking out a wooden "Safe and Well" sign from his pocket.
He dipped a thin needle in water, and wrote on the wooden sign: Spica Pagoda heard the mourning song, and arrived in the blink of an eye, six people. Xi has been taken away.
His handwriting is crooked, like a novice child. The water stained the wooden sign, but it didn't seep in. When he finished writing the last stroke, he bit his index finger and pressed the blood on the wooden sign. In an instant, the water and blood stains were sucked in by the wooden signboard, and the surface of the wooden signboard was as smooth as ever.
After a while, the wooden sign warmed up slightly, and then two water characters appeared out of thin air, in neat lowercase letters, obviously made by another hand, and wrote: Yiji.
Now the inconspicuous safe and sound card in the servant's hand is actually a fairy weapon that can communicate with others!
The middle-aged man closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, then wiped off the water droplets on the wooden sign, and wrote again: Thirty-two brothers died as they wished.
He paused, and sent the words out with blood, and then tried to steady his trembling fingers, and wrote on the wooden sign one stroke at a time: The fire does not go away, and the cicadas are endless.
The wooden sign was silent for a moment, and the person opposite replied: I would rather die than Shuangtou.
At this time, Xi Ping, who was taken away by Tianji Pavilion, was quite at ease.
He is at ease wherever he is, as if he doesn't know what restraint is by nature, and looks at Pang Jian wantonly in the carriage. It is said that the boss of Tianji Pavilion has gone to retreat. Go, come, come, don't look for nothing.
When Pang Jian sat upright, his back was like a steel gun, his hands resting on his knees protruded, the veins around his wrists coiled quietly, his fingertips and palms were calloused, and there were many old scars on the back of his hands, which were pitted. Zhao Yu was sitting next to him, watching his nose, nose, nose, and mouth, and treated him with a very respectful attitude. When thinking of the real body of "Old Master Zhao" behind Zhao Yu's youthful face, Xi Ping couldn't help wondering: how old is this vice president? up
Pang Jian: "What does your son want to ask?"
Xi Ping grinned at him familiarly: "Thinking that Pang Dutong threw a small flag on the ground and smashed the South Street stone slabs. It looks like he's not a few years older than me. How did he practice?"
Pang Jian said: "I practiced it when I was older than you."
Xi Ping: "How many years?"
Pang Jian replied slowly: "In a few years, it's only a sixty-year-old turning a corner."
Xi Ping: "..."
I'm sorry, Mrs. Pang!
"I'm curious. Most people are a little nervous when they are taken away by Tianji Pavilion in the middle of the night." Pang Jian looked at Xi Ping.
"That's because our Lord Hou can't think about it, sir, don't be as knowledgeable as him." Xi Ping sat up and raised his legs, "For two days in a row, someone met me and lied about my body. How could it be such a coincidence? If I really What should I do if I get something dirty?"
Pang Jian didn't expect him to pick it up straight away, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Xi Ping also said: "If I can be like Wang Da... Wang Sidu, just belch quietly by myself, at worst, I will turn into a ghost to take revenge by myself tomorrow. But in case I am like Brother Dong today What should I do if I'm dying, dragging people around? Our Lord Hou has good legs and feet, and there is an old grandmother in her seventies at home. To be on the safe side, I'd rather go to Tianji Pavilion and go to prison."
This is outrageous, for the sake of King Zhuang, Zhao Yu wanted to protect him, and when he heard this, he couldn't help coughing beside him.
Pang Jian smiled and said, "That's not possible."
Xi Ping rolled his eyes, finished his speech without restraint, and acted like a good boy: "I know, for the sake of the Third Highness, the Elder will not make things difficult for me."
Pang Jian really looked at him with admiration.
The first time I saw this Yongning Hou Shizi, I thought he was an idiot wearing gold and silver. Before leaving, he heard that he deliberately pulled Zhuang Wang to buy insurance for himself, and he seemed to be a young man who could play tricks, which made people feel a little disgusted. Sitting on the ground with his buttocks, he frankly played tricks, writing off all the previous pretending to be crazy and scheming.
"Bold and presumptuous and not confused," Pang Jian gave Xi Ping a comment in his heart, "a talented gangster."
Tianji Pavilion was very polite to Xi Ping, and led him to a guest room. Sure enough, he was not hungry, and gave Xiaoye and soothing soup.
The blue clothes who led him in told him kindly: "We are cultivators, and our residence is a bit poor, not as good as the Hou's Mansion, but sleeping here for a night can clear our minds, soothe our minds and eliminate all illnesses, so you don't have to worry about having nightmares. "
Xi Ping pushed his little white teeth away, and said to the elder with a silly smile: I want to have something, I am that "all diseases".
But he is confident that he has a clear conscience, even if he really has a "disease", it is someone else's fault. What is the victim guilty of? Then frankly called the boy's bell, and the two young men wiped out the supper enough to feed three or four people.
Both the master and the servant were quite open-minded, full of food and drink, one lived in the inner room and the other lived in the outer room. After a while, there was no movement.
The steam glazed lamp hanging on the roof seemed to know that everyone was asleep, so it dimmed automatically.
Dimly, Xi Ping felt that there seemed to be something watching him around. But his eyelids were too heavy, and he couldn't open them, so he simply turned over and let those eyes appreciate them casually.
There was a faint light on the four walls, like the sunset at dusk, and then there were strange "murals" on the wall-the paintings were monsters like big-eyed lamps. The monster's eyeballs on the "mural" could actually move, and several gazes rolled to Xi Ping along with the Gululu's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the monster not only moved its eyes, but also began to run back and forth on the wall, circling around Xi Ping.
Suddenly, as if smelling something, one of them leaped from the wall onto the bed net, changing from a "mural" to an "embroidery" on the bed net.
This hideous "embroidery" quickly crawled along the bed curtain to the quilt, and lay on Xi Ping's chest!
At this moment, Xi Ping just turned over. Something fell from his body and hit him, he arched impatiently, pushed the thing aside, shrunk back into the quilt, and got directly under the monster's fangs, as if he was about to catch the monster's mouth with his face.
The big-eyed monster with nose tip to nose tip was almost shy, stepped back a little, sniffed for a long time, and the anger on his face gradually turned into doubt. It beckoned friends and climbed from the quilt to the mattress, and the monsters it called groped separately in the bed curtain. After a while, one of the "big-eyed lamps" found the monster that Xi Ping pulled to the bedside. Tips.
The "big-eyed lamp" leaned over and smelled it, then jerked its neck up suddenly, as if it smelled shit, it swung its head vigorously a few times, and snorted at Xi Ping, suspecting that it was his shit.
Several monsters with eyes as big as buckets came over, surrounded the little kit, talked silently for a while, and finally concluded that although the thing smelled bad, it seemed harmless.
After inspecting Xi Ping up and down for half an hour, the figures of several monsters gradually faded from the walls and between the quilt and mattress, the weird murals and embroidery disappeared, the dim light dimmed, and the room returned to calm.