The night was dark, and the lights in Songhai Academy were extinguished one after another, leaving only the students who lit the lights and studied at night.
Chi Jingxi was sitting in the study, his eyes were a little tired after reading for a long time. He closed the book and rubbed his eyes, planning to sleep.
Moli standing beside her immediately opened the cotton curtain.
Chi Jingxi stood at the door of the study, saw the silence on the bed, and asked, "Is he asleep?"
"Back to Young Master, Mr. Wen fell asleep half an hour ago, maybe it's the effect of the medicine." Moli replied in a low voice.
Chi Jingxi picked up the cloak and walked out, standing at the door and calling for guards, "What does Mu Yang say?"
The guard replied, "Young Master Mu said that there is a concubine from the Fu family in his house, so I'm afraid there is no place for the young master to sleep."
Chi Jingxi frowned and stepped out of the room, only to find that the snow had stopped at some point.
He walked outside Mu Yang's room and asked someone to knock on the door.
In the middle of the night, Mu Yang was still in high spirits. He kept on studying his archery skills, and dragged Fu Zixian, who was stumbling around in sleepiness, and refused to give up. When he saw Chi Jingxi coming, he let him go for the time being.
He came out and said, "Brother Xi, why are you here?"
Chi Jingxi asked, "Why is the concubine of the Fu family in your room? Doesn't he have a room of his own?"
Mu Yang shrugged, "I wanted to teach him how to hit the bull's-eye, so I called him here. The charcoal fire in his dormitory is not enough to burn it. In case of frostbite, I just let him live here. .”
Chi Jingxi moved his lips, and was just about to refute how it is possible that the charcoal fire is not enough to cause frostbite, but then he remembered that there was a delirious patient lying on his bed.
Then he changed the subject and said, "Tell him to sleep in my room, I will sleep with you tonight."
Mu Yang asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Wen Yantong made you angry again?"
"He has a cold." Chi Jingxi frowned, "He kicked over the basin again and got wet, and now he is sleeping on the bed."
Mu Yang understood immediately. Chi Jingxi doesn't like sharing the bed with people he doesn't know well, so he would rather share a room with him.
Mu Yang just wanted to agree, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked back at Fu Zixian who was dozing off, and said, "Look, Brother Xi, the snow has stopped."
Chi Jingxi didn't know, so he looked back, "So what?"
"As soon as the snow stops now, someone will start clearing the snow on the street early tomorrow morning, and we can go back home. Tonight is the last night of our stay." Mu Yang said with a smile, "You just have to be patient."
Chi Jingxi looked at him in disbelief.
Mu Yang said, "Brother Xi, Wen Yantong is actually quite funny, he talks in his sleep, you can listen to it tonight."
"you… "
"I won't tell you anymore! I'm still waiting to practice flat shooting!" Mu Yang took a step back, hurriedly closed the door, and a voice came from the room, "See you tomorrow morning!"
Chi Jingxi looked at the closed door in front of him, very angry. The brothers who grew up together when they were young, would abandon him for archery.
He secretly wrote down this sum, and went back to the house angrily all the way.
Chi Jingxi ordered someone to boil hot water, and after taking a bath, he was ready to turn off the lights and go to bed.
Since he left the Marquis Mansion of Anhuai when he was ten years old, he traveled thousands of miles to Chaoge. He has always lived in the Xiaohou Mansion bestowed by the emperor, and has never slept with anyone.
But fortunately, Wen Yantong is a commoner, the son of a wealthy businessman, which made Chi Jingxi feel a lot less nervous. In addition, he still had some contact with this person, so he didn't resist to a completely unacceptable level.
Wen Yantong likes to lean against the wall when sleeping, and the sleeping position on the bed she rolled up is very upright, leaving a lot of space on the bed. Chi Jingxi lay down in another quilt.
Just sitting on the bed, when he was making the quilt, his wrist suddenly became hot, Chi Jingxi looked sideways, and saw that Yantong opened his eyes at some point.
His eyes were full of sleepiness, as if he was forcing his eyelids up, he looked at Chi Jingxi in a daze. The temperature in her palm was hot, even though Chi Jingxi was not cold, she could clearly feel the heat.
Chi Jingxi shook her wrist, but did not shake her hand off, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
"Young Master." Wen Yantong's voice was hoarse, and he said to him, "Didn't He Ying deliberately not add charcoal last night, she thought your servant was guarding in the room, so she didn't come in to add charcoal."
The room was quite quiet, and the dim light reflected in Wen Yantong's half-opened eyes, which were a little bit shining. Chi Jingxi thought for a while, and realized that the Heying she was talking about was the maid who kept watch last night.
Sideways, "what?"
"Don't blame her." Wen Yantong said.
Chi Jingxi said, "Didn't you already stop the person?"
Wen Yantong withdrew his hand when he heard that, his voice became lower and lower, and he murmured, "It's fine if you don't blame it, it's scary to be fierce."
She retracted her hands into the quilt, rolled herself into a silkworm chrysalis again, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
Chi Jingxi looked down at her, spread the quilt by his side, and then lay down to sleep. When he closed his eyes, he heard another person's breathing, which inevitably made him feel strange.
It's just that compared with last night, the medicinal herb smell is stronger, almost entangled Chi Jingxi's whole body, and it is full of medicinal fragrance with a light inhalation.
Just like what Mu Yang said, just wait for the night to pass.
Chi Jingxi slowly fell asleep amidst the fragrance of the medicine, his consciousness gradually blurred. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard whispers in his ears.
He frowned slightly, turned his head and saw that Yantong was still sleeping soundly, but his lips were moving slightly, as if he was calling someone.
He endured it and decided to ignore it.
But as soon as he turned his head back, he heard Yantong muttering something non-stop, as if he had no intention of stopping. With such noise, Chi Jingxi couldn't sleep at all, he turned his head and twisted Wen Yantong's face, "Wake up..."
Wen Yantong felt the pain, struggled a bit, broke free from Chi Jingxi's hands, then shrank back, and said, "Be careful, I'll beat you."
Chi Jingxi laughed angrily, he is lame and short, who can he beat
But it was useful, Wen Yantong was quiet for a while, and when Chi Jingxi was about to fall asleep again, she started muttering again.
Chi Jingxi thought of what he used to watch from the tree. If someone was talking in his sleep, he would pinch that person's hands by the tiger's mouth, pinch for a while and stop talking.
He reached out his hand into Wen Yantong's bed, looking for her arm. Putting two hands, one by his side and the other by his neck, Chi Jingxi found both hands that were hot, and pinched the tiger's mouth.
Wen Yantong immediately yelled, woke up suddenly, and stared at Chi Jingxi.
Seeing that she was awake, Chi Jingxi hurriedly threw her hand aside, coughed and warned, "Be honest, stop talking in your sleep."
Wen Yantong's consciousness was fuzzy, she rubbed her hands with her mouth pursed, muttered something, turned her back to sleep, but there was no movement.
Since that night, Wen Yantong has been very quiet, without any movement.
She slept for a long time, almost softening the bones in her body, and when she woke up, her eyes were full of confusion.
Afterwards, she gradually regained her consciousness. She thought of Chi Jingxi's care after she fell ill yesterday, so she couldn't help but look sideways. Chi Jingxi was still sleeping, as if he was exhausted, his handsome face was peaceful.
The long eyelashes are as ink-stained, which is very obvious on the fair skin. Wen Yantong took a serious look, secretly thinking that Chi Jingxi really has a heart-warming face.
After a night of rest, her high fever has subsided, but it is inevitable that some parts of her body will ache slightly due to lying down for too long. Wen Yantong originally wanted to lie in bed for a while longer, but he didn't want Chi Jingxi to see her unhappy early in the morning, so he quietly tried to step over him and get out of bed.
It's just that I didn't expect that Chi Jingxi's stature was very long. Wen Yantong underestimated his height, accidentally stepped on his leg, and immediately fell off the bed and fell down.
Wen Yantong ouched twice, rubbed his buttocks and was about to stand up, when Chi Jingxi woke up, sat up from the bed with frowns, his eyes were still full of sleepiness, and he was always lazy.
Wen Yantong got up from the bed, put on a thick cotton coat, and smiled at him, "Young Lord, are you awake? How did you sleep?"
When Chi Jingxi just woke up, he didn't have any offensive power at all, he was full of innocence and harmlessness. He frowned slightly and whispered, "Headache."
Wen Yantong was stunned when he heard his voice. Why is it the same as her yesterday morning, with a stuffy nose and a hoarse voice, and a headache.
"Young Master," Wen Yantong approached, and put his hand on his head, "Aren't you sick?"
If it was Chi Jingxi in normal times, she would definitely not let her get close. But maybe he just woke up right now, or he was sick and slow to react, and Wen Yantong touched his forehead.
"I've got a little fever, probably because of the wind and cold." Wen Yantong said, "Who told you not to sleep well last night, and even sneaked up on me, you must be infected by me now..."
Chi Jingxi glanced at her and subconsciously wanted to explain, "That's because you were talking in your sleep."
"I was talking in my sleep and you just woke me up, why are you pinching me?" Wen Yantong sighed, pressing his shoulder, "Lie down first, cover yourself with a quilt, and I will send someone to cook the medicine for you."
Chi Jingxi brushed her hand away, "No problem."
"No!" Wen Yantong said forcefully, "If you don't eat, you will be the same as I was yesterday. I can't tell the difference between the south, east, and north."
After covering Chi Jingxi with a quilt, she went out and ordered Mo Li to cook two portions of cold medicine, and then sent two portions of lighter salty porridge.
After entering the door, I saw Chi Jingxi with his eyes closed. He didn't know if he was sleeping or resting because of a headache. She took the clothes and put them on behind the screen, and asked people to add charcoal fire again.
Just as hot water was brought in, Moli filled the pot and poured some into the basin for Wen Yantong to wash.
Wen Yantong first poured water for Chi Jingxi to drink.
When Chi Jingxi was sick, he had no temper, and his whole body was full of laziness, which should be the best time for Wen Yantong. He took two sips of boiling water and asked, "What time is it?"
"Yinshi." Wen Yantong said, "The snow has stopped outside."
Chi Jingxi asked again, "Is the road cleared?"
"It should be swept away." Wen Yantong said casually, "Does the young master want to go home?"
Chi Jingxi lowered his eyes, finished drinking the water in the cup, and sighed wearily, "Well, I want to go home."
Wen Yantong took the cup and said, "Go back after drinking the medicine, otherwise the cold wind on the road will aggravate the condition."
Chi Jingxi didn't say she didn't want to, so Wen Yantong put the cup down to wash up. When she was groping for a towel with her eyes closed after washing her face, someone suddenly handed her a towel. She wiped her face, and when she opened her eyes, she found that it was Chi Jingxi who was dressed.
"Why are you up?" Wen Yantong asked in surprise.
Chi Jingxi's dark eyes darkened, and she asked, "Who is Chi Danli?"
Wen Yantong was so frightened that he almost revealed his emotions with a shake of his hands, and quickly covered his face with a cotton cloth to cover his gaffe.
Chi Jingxi was also quite patient, standing by the side and waiting for a while, watching her dawdly wipe her face.
Wen Yantong laughed and said, "I don't know, I haven't heard of it. Young Master, why did you suddenly ask me this? Is this person your cousin?"
"You were talking in your sleep last night and called that name several times." Chi Jingxi said.
"Did you hear wrong?" Wen Yantong said, "I don't even know who this person is."
She threw the cotton cloth into the water basin, fearing that Chi Jingxi would question her again, she hastily called Moli in loudly, "Bring some more hot water and bring it in, the young master needs to wash up."
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Chi Jingxi didn't continue to ask. He brought water in and washed up briefly, and it happened that the medicine and porridge were brought together.
Two bowls of traditional Chinese medicine were placed on the table, the smell was so strong that it made Wen Yantong's eyes uncomfortable. She took one of the bowls and sighed, since she came to this place, she hasn't stopped taking medicine.
Wen Yantong twisted his nose and closed his eyes to drink the traditional Chinese medicine. As soon as he put down the bowl, Chi Jingxi finished the medicine like drinking water.
After eating two mouthfuls of porridge, maybe he really didn't have any appetite, so he threw it aside.
After a while, Mu Yang came and stood outside the door and shouted.
Chi Jingxi put on the cloak and left the bedroom.
The three-day blizzard finally passed, and the sky cleared. When Chaoge's clock rang for the first time at mao shi, someone took a broom and took to the streets to sweep the snow and clean it up.
In about two hours, the roads in the streets and alleys were almost cleared, and the snow was transported outside the city by trucks and piled up, waiting for the sun to come out and slowly melt.
The sons of officials who were trapped in Songhai Academy were also able to return home.
Wen Yantong stood by the door, and waved goodbye to Chi Jingxi who had left, "Young Lord, don't forget to take your medicine when you get home."
Chi Jingxi didn't respond, but Mu Yang turned around and gave her a big smile, and said goodbye like her.
On the second day, the academy held classes normally. Wen Yantong inquired about it, and Chi Jingxi didn't come, probably because he didn't listen to the instructions and didn't take medicine properly when he went back, which made his condition worse.
At noon that day, Wen Yantong took Fu Zixian to the dining hall, and stood in front of the dish that Chi Jingxi had mentioned.
That dish is called Qiansiwuwei, which is actually a grilled chicken placed on a plate, then shredded into strips of chicken with a blade, and topped with sauce.
Wen Yantong didn't know how Chi Jingxi knew there was this dish here, she leaned over to take a serious look, and suddenly discovered the clue.
This is actually a problem that is easy to find. No wonder Chi Jingxi said that he can write a dropout application if he can't see it.
Because the students in Song Hai Academy are delicate and do not eat chicken heads and necks. So these roasted chickens don't move the meat on the neck of the chicken when the shredded meat comes off.
Wen Yantong looked at the shell that had been sliced to the side, leaving only the skeleton of a chicken. The neck of the chicken was cut off with a single knife, and the aunt who sliced the chicken held the neck of the chicken with her hand and cut it skillfully.
Seeing this, she finally understood why Chi Jingxi had immediately determined that the murderer belonged to the dining room.
Because of the inertia of using a knife.
If a normal person kills a chicken, the position of the knife must be very random, at most it will cut along the head of the chicken. But the murderer must be a chef who often cuts the neck of the chicken, so his knife was the same as usual, subconsciously cutting off the head and neck of the chicken that the students did not eat.
That's why the chicken neck, head and root that I saw that day were chopped off from the chicken because the chef thought it was too cold at night and was afraid of being discovered, so he cut instinctively under nervousness.
Wen Yantong was secretly happy, and realized that he was getting closer to the truth.
She became sullen and ate this dish for several days in a row, and Fu Zixian felt uncomfortable when he saw the chicken.
Finally, on the fifth day, she saw a chicken body without a neck appearing on the plate, which was exactly the same as Wulao's corpse.
The aunt who cut the shreds seemed to hate people who cut the chicken necks like this, and cursed bitterly, "It's this old Feng again, who has to take advantage of this every time. I don't know how much chicken necks can be filled by eating more chicken necks." belly!"
Wen Yantong asked kindly, "What's the matter, aunt, isn't this chicken cut beautifully?"
"What's so beautiful!" Wen Yantong often chatted with her these days, and the aunt knew her already, so she said naturally, "Other chefs in the dining room know to leave a section when cutting chicken necks. It’s convenient to hold it at any time, but there is only one who insists on taking advantage of it, cutting off the neck of the chicken, hey... "
Wen Yantong echoed, "This is all cheap, it's really not a thing..."
"Isn't it? No wonder I haven't married a wife when I'm old..."
Wen Yantong came to a realization, hurriedly finished his dinner, and ran to the dining room. He inquired about Lao Feng who didn't ask for a wife, but found out that there was only one Lao Feng in the dining room. She confidently asked where Lao Feng lived.
After searching for a corner courtyard, I learned that this old Feng went out to have some fun.
Wen Yantong asked a few more words, "What fun can Cook Feng go out for?"
Others sighed, "Who knows, he has always been very poor, and whenever he has a little money in his hand, he eats, drinks and has fun. Recently, he has been talking about Xiaoyan from Qinmolou, so he must be looking for that place."
"Qinmo Building?" Wen Yantong wondered, "Why did he go there?"
A cook, what are you doing in Qinmolou? This name is not a place where a rough person can go.
Who knew that the man said with a smile, "What else can we do, Qinmolou is the famous gentle town of our Chaoge!"
Wen Yantong understood it as soon as he heard it, secretly thought that this Chaoge song was really crazy, a restaurant was named like a brothel, and the brothel was named so elegantly.
But then she realized that this old Feng might have gone to destroy the evidence.
Where is the brothel? A typical selling gold cave! It is very likely that this old Feng got the silver ticket from the black hand behind the scenes. He was afraid that his head would be exposed, so he wanted to spend the silver ticket as soon as possible. If the denomination of the bank note is large, going to places like brothels is the fastest way to go!
Wen Yantong gave Fu Zixian a hand, "Hurry up, let's go!"
As long as you get the bank note in Lao Feng's hand, you can find out who ordered him to kill the chicken. There must be a surname on the bank note, just like the bank note in Wen Yantong's hand, there will always be "" stamped on the lower right corner. "Wen's Saving Silver" chapter.
Only stamped bank notes will take effect in Yinzhuang, so this is why Lao Feng is in a hurry to sell the gold.
Fu Zixian didn't know, so the two walked from the academy all the way to the door, left the academy with Fu Zixian's jade card, and got into the carriage.
Wen Yantong hurriedly said, "Go to Qinmolou, the sooner the better!"
Fu Zixian added later, "It's better not to be too fast, the ground is slippery, and be careful of accidents."
Wen Yantong had no objection, and the carriage set off, followed the path into Chaoge's main road, and headed for Qinmo Building.
Fu Zi offered, "Why are we going to Qinmo Building?"
"Go get something very important." Wen Yantong said, "I hope I can catch up."
When we arrived at Qinmo Building, it was already completely dark. This three-story building is quite magnificent, with colorful printed lanterns hanging under the eaves, and beautiful girls are standing at the door to attract guests. It's just that the weather is cold and snowy, and the girl's face and hands are flushed with cold.
Wen Yantong got off the carriage and was about to go in, but was stopped by Fu Zixian. His ears were red, he didn't know if it was from the cold or something else, and he stammered, "We, we can't go to this kind of place..."
"It's okay, I just got something, or you wait for me at the door, I'll come out in a while." Wen Yantong patted his hand and comforted him.
"No, the Academy expressly forbids it." Fu Zixian said.
"I'll be out soon." Wen Yantong didn't listen at all, and walked in while talking.
Fu Zixian was so anxious that he walked around the door, but in the end he was still worried that she would go in alone, so he bit the bullet and followed.
On the other side of the street stood Chi Jingxi, Mu Yang and others. Several people witnessed the carriage passing by, then Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian came down from above, and the two said a few words. Fu Zixian wanted to stop him, but he didn't stop Wen Yantong, and the two entered Qinmo Building one after the other.
Mu Yang sighed blankly, "These two bastards are really courageous..."
After Wen Yantong entered the brothel, the bustard happened to be meeting guests at the door, and when she saw her, she immediately approached her with a smile, regardless of Wen Yantong's age, and dragged her inside.
Wen Yantong didn't have time to argue with her, so he cut straight to the point, "Do you have a girl named Xiaoyan?"
The old bustard said, "Yan'er, what a coincidence, she was ordered today and is now receiving guests, why don't you change it, sir? We have all kinds of girls in this building."
Wen Yantong was overjoyed, and said, "Is the person who ordered Xiaoyan surnamed Feng?"
When the old bustard heard this, his expression changed immediately. She could see that Wen Yantong was not trying to sell money, but was looking for news. The old bustard is a smart woman, so she naturally knows that entertaining such guests is the most likely to cause trouble to her upper body, so she said, "I don't know about it, my lord, don't ask me about it."
Without further ado, Wen Yantong took out a large bank note from his sleeve, "Is the surname Feng?"
Seeing Qian's eyes wide open, the old bustard accepted the banknote and smiled sweetly, "Yes, yes, it is said that he is the cook of Songhai Academy. He likes Xiaoyan in the building the most, and he even said that he would redeem her for her."
Wen Yantong breathed a sigh of relief, took out two banknotes, and said to the old bustard, "Give me the banknote that Feng gave you today, these two are yours."
Upon hearing this, the bustard's expression changed again.
Wen Yantong was puzzled, and wanted to ask if this procuress was Li Boyuan's junior sister when she was young, and if the two of them went to Sichuan together to learn how to change faces.
She said, "No, no, my lord, please don't blame me. I'm just a little brothel bustard."
Wen Yantong took out another one, "I'll add another one."
"Two more won't work."
"Three tickets!" Wen Yantong took out all the bank notes, "There is no such shop after this village."
Unexpectedly, the old bustard also knew that these things should not be messed with, even though her eyes were red with greed, she said stiffly, "Young master, let's take a look at the other girls in our building..."
She was about to leave as she said, and secretly winked at the girl next to her.
How could Wen Yantong let her leave so easily, so she was busy chasing after her.
As soon as she took a step, she was tripped by the girl next to her stretching out her foot. Wen Yantong instinctively reached out to grab it in a panic, but unexpectedly grabbed the old bustard's clothes, ripped her coat and tore it, and fell all over. on the ground.
She got up from the ground in a hurry, when she heard the old bustard shouting in a shrill voice, "Indecent!"
She widened her eyes, waved her hands and said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
The old bustard is obviously a veteran, as soon as she waved, the guards of the brothel rushed in from the back door, and she shouted, "Catch me to this kid!"
Wen Yantong knew that the bustard was greedy for the bank notes in her hand, so she made a secret mistake. Fu Zixian only had four attendants, and they couldn't beat these nursing homes at all, and if there was a real disturbance, Fu Zixian's reputation would not be good.
It doesn't matter to her, she is just the son of a rich merchant, but Fu Zixian is not good, even though he is a bastard, he is still the son of a prime minister.
After thinking about it for a while, Wen Yantong ran out, slipping away first.
Seeing that she was going to slip away, the guards gathered here one after another, pushing away the guests in the building and speeding up to surround her. Fu Zixian, who was surrounded by several girls, also saw what happened to Wen Yantong, and hurriedly pushed the girls away.
The only good thing is that Wen Yantong is not far from the door. Although he is limping, he can't run fast enough.
Fu Zixian was so frightened that his face turned pale. Seeing that he was holding a piece of brightly colored cloth in one hand and holding a bank note in the other, he asked loudly, "What happened?!"
"Don't ask! Run!" Wen Yantong got out of the crowd with a short body.
She cursed in her heart, everything written in it was a lie! Didn't it mean that the bustards in brothels are all blinded by money! This old bustard is obviously jealous of money and wants to kill someone!
The section at the entrance of Qinmo Tower was covered with snow, which was extremely slippery. When Wen Yantong ran out, he gave a big swipe and almost got his fork on the spot, but fortunately he was able to stabilize himself.
But Fu Zixian didn't know whether he was too scared, or he couldn't keep his body steady. As soon as he went out, he fell on his back and slid down the third flight of stairs.
Seeing this, Wen Yantong hurriedly turned his head to help him, and after such a delay, the nurse in the brothel had already chased him out.
Seeing that the master was being chased, the four servants guarding the carriage immediately surrounded him, drew their knives from their waists, and stood in front of Fu Zixian.
There were many guards in the brothel, so they were not afraid, and surrounded the carriage with people.
Then the old bustard came out from the crowd, stood on the three steps, and said condescendingly to Wen Yantong, "You want to leave after molesting me? Leave all the bank notes on you today, or your other leg will leave today." Lame too."
Wen Yantong's face was ugly.
Too careless, suffered from inexperience! I thought I could leave after asking for a bank ticket, but I didn't expect this old bustard to be so difficult to deal with.
"What is this, so lively?" A voice suddenly came from the side watching the excitement.
Everyone looked back together, and saw Mu Yang with his hands in his hands.
Chi Jingxi was beside him, his handsome brows and eyes were pale, as if he was just passing by.
But at this moment, he was standing not far away, quietly looking at the surrounded Wen Yantong.