This situation is very strange.
Because there were guards guarding the door, if anyone came, it would be the guards who would announce it on their behalf, but the person outside knocked on the door without making a sound, obviously not the guards.
When Wen Yantong realized this, Chi Jingxi and Cheng Xin had slowly stood up. Mu Yang was still engrossed in the story just now, and he lost all courage. Now he shrank his neck and pushed Fu Zixian, "Go out and have a look..."
Wen Yantong also stood up.
Chi Jingxi walked in the front, his footsteps were very light, and he barely made a sound, and the room was silent for a while. He tilted his head slightly, his ears listening to the movement outside the door.
People who practice martial arts have better hearing than ordinary people, and Wen Yantong didn't dare to show his anger, so he waited for Chi Jingxi's order.
But for a moment, Chi Jingxi suddenly relaxed, walked quickly to the door, and quickly opened the door. Cheng Xin followed closely behind, and the two stopped at the same time when they walked outside the door, looking at the same place.
Wen Yantong was right behind the two of them, and after running over, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a person hanging under the eaves not far away, his upper body was hidden in the darkness under the eaves, and his pale robes fell down and fluttered with the wind.
If Mu Yang saw this scene, he would definitely cry out.
Wen Yantong was only startled at first, but then immediately noticed something strange. The hanging person seemed to be too light, and it would swing when the wind blew, as if it weighed nothing.
Apparently it was just a piece of clothing hanging up. But because the light is too dark, at first glance I thought it was a person hanging the beam here.
A little trick to scare people.
Wen Yantong walked under the robe, wanting to stretch out his hand to pull the clothes off, but he didn't want to be tall enough, so he stretched out his hand on tiptoe, but it was only enough for his fingertips to touch the hem of the clothes.
She coughed in embarrassment and said, "This must have been hung up by the person who knocked on the door just now. He heard us coming out and ran away."
Chi Jingxi walked to her side, raised his hand and pulled off the whole robe, and the top of the robe was indeed tied with a fine hemp rope.
Wen Yantong also touched it, unfolded the robe, and found that it was not the style of monks in the temple, she went up to sniff it, and frowned strangely.
Chi Jingxi raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Cheng Xin.
Not long after, several people in the room also came out one after another. Mu Yang looked at the white clothes on Chi Jingxi's hand, frowned and asked, "Where are the guards at the door?"
Both Fu Zixian and Zhang Jieran stood timidly in the room, not knowing what happened.
Not long after, two guards came from the side, saw someone standing at the door, hurried up and knelt down to plead guilty, "Your negligence!"
Cheng Xin was not in a hurry to get angry, and asked, "Where did you go?"
"Just now I heard the sound of someone passing by, and I went back and forth very deliberately. The chief guard sent two of his subordinates to investigate." The guard said, "I didn't see anything when I went just now, so I rushed back immediately."
Cheng Xin said, "Where did the two people who stayed at the door go?"
The guard said, "This subordinate doesn't know."
Wen Yantong was confused. This is impossible. If the remaining two people have something to investigate, they must first report to Cheng Xin and the others. They will not just leave without saying a word, and there is no one guarding the door. .
Unless something special happened, the two guards left before they had time to ask the people in the house.
Wen Yantong glanced at Chi Jingxi, and asked in a low voice, "Young Lord, what should we do now?"
Chi Jingxi stuffed her the robe in his hand and said, "Go back to the house and don't go out no matter what noise you hear."
"This Nian'an Temple, is it true..."
"There are no ghosts." Chi Jingxi's handsome brows were dark and serious, "But there may be bandits."
Wen Yantong was taken aback when he heard that, and unconsciously lowered his voice, "How do you know?"
Cheng Xin walked over in two or three steps, and asked, "Do you want to report this matter to your father?"
"It's just a guess. It's not appropriate to alarm the Holy Majesty with empty words." Chi Jingxi said.
To be honest, bandits are much scarier than ghosts, they are all desperadoes who actually kill people with knives. It's just that Wen Yantong didn't expect that there would be bandits in Nian'an Temple.
Several people were distracted by the sudden knock on the door, and they went back to their houses. Cheng Xin sent people to strengthen the guards of the Court of Nobility, and at the same time sent people to look for the two missing attendants.
It's just that it's night after all, so we don't know what's going on, and it's not appropriate to make too much noise, so not many people know about it.
After Wen Yantong got back into bed, she couldn't sleep for a long time, thinking about Chi Jingxi's words.
How did he see that there were bandits in the temple
The thing hanging at the door can be completely understood as someone’s prank. The guards at the door may also be negligent. There are so many guards in the Court of Nobility. The robe hanging from the eaves
This is totally unexplainable!
Wen Yantong felt that although he wasn't particularly smart, he was moderately smart anyway, why couldn't he see any clues? I can't understand the thinking logic of Chi Jingxi and Cheng Xin at all.
After thinking about it, the night was getting late, the surroundings were silent, and the bedside lamp gradually dimmed.
Wen Yantong originally planned to give up, thinking that he should have the cheek to ask tomorrow, but when he was about to sleep, he suddenly heard a noise in the room.
The sound was so close that it sounded almost right next to her bed, which made her suddenly refreshed and opened her eyes to look.
The small room where I slept was very narrow, only big enough for a couch and a small table, and there was no door, only a cotton curtain to cover it.
So in this narrow space, once there is any sound, it is so obvious that Wen Yantong noticed it right away.
She gently propped up her upper body, and heard the sound coming from under the end of the bed, rustling, like the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground.
Could it be... There is someone under the bed? !
After Wen Yantong realized it, his scalp went numb, and he looked around in a panic, looking for a weapon that could be handy, but there was nothing in the room, he was poor and useless.
Just when she was in a hurry, someone suddenly got out from under the bed, showing a head. Wen Yantong was so frightened that he suffocated.
Damn, there is really someone hiding under the bed!
The man was wearing thick clothes, and it must have been very difficult for him to crawl out, sitting on the ground with his back on the head of the bed panting. Wen Yantong was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and slowly shrank into the quilt.
The man sat for a while, then slowly stood up, turned his head and saw that there was still a person lying on the bed, with half of his head exposed and big round eyes open.
At the same time, Wen Yantong also saw clearly the appearance of this person.
He was a young man with red lips and white teeth. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. His face was dirty with a lot of dust. I don't know if it was because he was wearing too thick clothes or because he was already fat and bloated.
Who knew that he didn't hold back when he saw Wen Yantong, subconsciously yelled, took two steps back, and slammed his ass up on the ground with a loud noise.
Why the hell are you still scared
Wen Yantong was startled by his cry, and hurriedly sat up and got out of bed to run, but the boy jumped up and knocked him back on the bed.
Zhang Jieran in another room heard the voice, got out of bed and looked for it, stood outside the cotton curtain and asked worriedly, "Brother Wen, what's wrong with you? Was it your cry just now?"
Just as Wen Yantong was about to open her mouth to yell, a sharp knife was pressed against her neck, and the moment the cold tip touched her skin, Wen Yantong's yelling that was about to utter stopped instantly.
The boy glared at her as if threatening.
Wen Yantong said casually, "It's okay, I accidentally rolled out of bed when I was sleeping, Brother Zhang, don't worry, go back to sleep quickly."
Zhang Jieran wasn't suspicious at all, he just said, "Brother Wen, be careful."
After he left, the boy whispered, "Who are you? Why are you in this room!"
Wen Yantong couldn't help but roll his eyes, secretly thought that you suddenly got out from under my bed and asked who I am
But she didn't dare to say more, she just said, "I'm a student of Songhai Academy, and this is the room where I sweep the snow temporarily."
The young man thought about it, and finally picked up Wen Yantong's neck, "Get under the bed!"
Wen Yantong got out of bed according to his words, raised his hands and said, "My good brother, you and I don't know each other, and we have no grievances or enmities, let me live."
"Stop talking nonsense! Get in!" The boy poked Wen Yantong's neck down with the tip of his knife.
Wen Yantong let out a low cry of pain, raised his hand to touch it, but found no bleeding. She immediately understood that the knife was blunt.
Since knives can't hurt people, is it possible for her to defeat this boy
Wen Yantong secretly thought about it, but seeing that the boy was quite strong, he thought it would not be so easy to deal with, in order to avoid being beaten, Wen Yantong decided to forget it.
She said in a low voice, "Can I put on my clothes? It's cold."
The boy glanced at her.
She pointed to the clothes on the chair and said, "It's right there."
Seeing her cowardly appearance, the boy finally compromised, and said in a vicious voice, "Hurry up!"
Wen Yantong stepped forward, wrapped all the clothes on her body layer by layer, thinking to herself that this is the end, everyone is sleeping at this time, who would have guessed that a fat man crawled out from under Wen Yantong's bed
After putting on her clothes, she slowly crawled under the bed, and got kicked on her buttocks when she crawled too slowly. After climbing in, I found that there was another universe under the bed.
It turned out that there was a black cloth covering under the bed, and under the black cloth was an underground tunnel, with the stairs going downwards, and it seemed to be a secret room below.
The boy urged her from behind, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go down. But now he finally knew that the boy was so tired just now, because the secret path was short and narrow, and walking was quite strenuous.
She has to bend her waist very low to go down, and the stairs are very trembling, and it will leak if she is not careful.
After going down the stairs, there will be a stone door with candle lamps hanging on the walls on both sides of the stone door. The boy walked to the door, took out something like a key, inserted it into the door and turned it, and then the stone door opened quietly.
Wen Yantong was all amazed. When he looked inside, he found a long corridor. There were door openings of the same size on both sides of the corridor, and he didn't know which side it led to.
Soon she realized that there might be a labyrinth-like secret room hidden underground in this Nian'an Temple, and the bandit that Chi Jingxi mentioned should be hidden in this secret room.
The boy pushed her from behind and said sharply, "Go forward!"
Wen Yantong shrank his neck, turned his head and smiled apologetically, and hurriedly listened to his words and continued to move forward. She vaguely guessed that the boy wanted to take her to meet his companions, and then discussed how to deal with it. After all, she lived in the Noble House. Although she was a real commoner, these people didn't know it.
Perhaps this is the reason why the young man is jealous.
Wen Yantong thought that if someone asked about it later, she would have to make up a powerful identity.
Sure enough, as soon as this idea fell into place, the boy asked, "What's your name?"
Wen Yantong said, "I am Cheng Xin, the current fifth prince..."
Before he finished speaking, the young man pushed him against the wall and twisted his arms back, "Prince dog! Take your life!"
"Wait, wait! I haven't finished yet!" Wen Yantong shouted hastily, "I'm Cheng Xin's good friend Mu Yang..."
But the young man said bitterly, "It turned out to be the son of a dog herder! Today is your death day!"
"No, no!" Wen Yantong hissed, "I am Mu Yang's sworn brother!"
The young man became even more angry, "It turns out that you are the famous young master, today you have fallen into my hands, and I will definitely cut you into pieces!"
Brother, how can you hate so many people? ?
Wen Yantong wanted to cry without tears, and resorted to the last trick, "I am not the young master, I am Mu Yanggang's sworn brother, my name is Fu Zixian!"
Unexpectedly, the name Fu Zixian would be the most useful. The young man let go of his hand and asked half-believingly, "Are you the son of Prime Minister Fu?"
Wen Yantong nodded hurriedly when he saw that there was a family, "Yes, yes, but I'm a bastard, so I'm not very famous. You probably haven't heard of me."
The boy frowned and looked at her, "It's true that I've never heard of it..."
Wen Yantong said, "Although I am a bastard, I am still the son of the prime minister. If you spare my life, I will give you a thousand taels of silver, and I will never report you to the government."
The young man's face was still sullen, "I don't care about this matter, I'm going to take you to Sister Yuan and see how she handles you."
"If you kill me, my father will definitely not let it go, and the place where you are hiding will definitely be found by then, the loss outweighs the gain..." Wen Yantong still wanted to persuade.
But the boy took out a blunt knife and stabbed her in the waist, "If you talk nonsense, I will reward you with a knife right now."
Wen Yantong curled her lips in disdain, it's not sure whether your broken knife can cut through the skin!
But for his own safety, Wen Yantong chose to keep his mouth shut.
The young man led her around in many circles, never giving Wen Yantong a chance to speak, and poking her with a blunt knife whenever he heard her make a sound.
During the period, Wen Yantong sneezed twice and was also poked.
She stared, in disbelief, "I didn't want to sneeze when I sneezed, so you poke it?!"
The young man was also a little guilty, "Sorry, I accidentally got it right."
You bastard, why don't you stab yourself to death? Wen Yantong cursed secretly.
Wen Yantong felt that it would be impossible to follow him all the time, and he didn't know who he would be brought to. What if the sister Yuan he was talking about was a lunatic with a few scars on her face, a muscular body, a big waist and a murderous body? manage
After seeing him, no matter if he was the prime minister's son or the prince, if he killed him with one knife, wouldn't that mean he lost his life in vain.
This is not going to work.
Wen Yantong has been paying attention to the surrounding aisles, and then found that there is a section of the wall beside the road, the soil on the ground is in a sticky state, it seems that the water flowing down after the snow above melted melted the mud.
She thought this was a good opportunity, and when she reached a doorway, she immediately flopped and lay on the ground.
The boy didn't notice anything was wrong, and said, "You can fall if you walk on flat ground?"
Wen Yantong picked up a lot of mud, groaned and said, "I can't get up, please help me, my virtuous brother..."
"You can't get up after a fall. I really don't know what you have two legs for!" The young man was very impatient, walked up to her without any hesitation, and squatted down to grab her arm.
It was at this moment that Wen Yantong pouted, and a handful of mud in his hands was slammed onto the boy's face with lightning speed, making a crisp sound of "pop"—
"Give it to your mother's pension!" Wen Yantong scolded sharply, fearing that the mud would not be evenly distributed, he used his strength to smear his face a few times.
The boy's eyes were thrown into the mud, and with a scream, he pushed Wen Yantong a somersault, and then rubbed it with his hands. When he opened his eyes enduring the pain, the person in front of him had disappeared, and he didn't know which one he got into. In the doorway.
Wen Yantong ran fast, her heart was beating rapidly, and she was afraid that if she slowed down a little, she would be chased by someone. But her legs were not intact after all, and she ran wildly just now, which immediately caused pain, and she gradually slowed down while supporting the wall.
I don't know where I ran to, the surroundings were pitch black, and there were faint footsteps behind me.
She was frightened out of her wits, and she didn't dare to slow down anymore, and ran forward with all her strength, but the footsteps behind her were still getting closer, and she could only see darkness when she turned her head.
When she was in a panic and didn't know where to go, she suddenly tripped over something, and her whole body was about to fall forward. Coupled with the approach of the people behind her, her mentality collapsed, and she immediately yelled.
But as soon as the sound came out, someone grabbed her waist backwards, and the strong force forcefully pulled back her body that fell forward. At the same time, a warm hand covered her mouth, suppressing her screaming. Voice.
Wen Yantong was frightened and struggled frantically, between his rapid breathing and beating heartbeat, he heard a familiar voice close to his ear, "Don't move, it's me."
The author has something to say: So the question is, who is it
[Tucao Small Theater]
Fu Zixian: Yesterday someone mistyped my name as Fu Zixian.
Ji Jingxi: I was still called Jingxi, and I became a Korean all of a sudden.
Mu Yang: What do you mean? No one has ever typed my name correctly, either Muyang or Muyang, what's more, someone calls me Yangmu? Damn I've read Chapter 47, and I still don't know my last name...
Wen Yantong: You low-popular names are wrong, and protagonists like me have never been misspelled by names.
Fu Zixian & Chi Jingxi & Muyang: Oh...