The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star

Chapter 65

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Wen Yantong's angry face, coupled with his loud voice, frightened Hao Jing.

She was a little timid, but she still refused to admit defeat, "What are you? You dare to call the little prince a brother."

Wen Yantong slapped the table loudly, "You're slandering the little dude just because I can't get along with me! Get the hell out of me now, and I'll tear your mouth off if you dare to say anything more!"

Hao Jing flinched, feeling that she was losing face, so she would not leave like this. Just when she was about to speak, Huamo's voice suddenly came from the door.

"My daughter pays homage to the young master."

The two people in the room were startled at the same time. Looking towards the door, they heard Huamo ask, "Young Master is here waiting for Wen Yantong?"

Then Chi Jingxi's voice came, "She's inside."

When Hao Jing heard Chi Jingxi's voice, she was so frightened that she trembled all over, and turned around twice to find a place to hide. But Wen Yantong couldn't make her wish, so he stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar, "Don't try to hide! I will admit what I say!"

Hao Jing stretched out her hand to push, and when the two were tugging, the people outside heard the movement and pushed the door open, just in time to see the two of them pinching each other.

Huamo's expression darkened, "What are you doing!"

Wen Yantong watched too many scenes where the green tea villain first complained, so he covered Hao Jing's mouth with his hands, and said very sharply, "Master, this woman is really hateful, she came to me to spread rumors about the right and wrong of the young master! The young master Handsome, wise, and heroic, let this person wantonly slander me, I really can't see it!"

After hearing these three consecutive compliments, Chi Jingxi almost stumbled when he crossed the threshold.

Hao Jing pushed Wen Yantong away, "I'm not, I'm not, he's talking nonsense!"

Wen Yantong snorted, it's useless for you to deny it three times.

Hua Mo sternly said, "You woman, you actually ran into the man's room without authorization, and spread the word about what others should say about our Yuqin Master! It's outrageous!"

Hao Jing was so fierce, and Chi Jingxi was standing behind, unable to bear the fear in her heart, her eyes wet with tears, she choked up and said, "Wen Yantong laughed at me first..."

"Shut up! Now that things are going on, you still have the face to exonerate yourself!" Hua Mo has found a chance to punish Hao Jing, so she won't let it go, "I think you have eyes on your forehead, and you dare to talk about Xiaohou behind your back. Lord, don't kneel down yet!"

As soon as the words fell, Hao Jing's knees immediately bent, she knelt on the ground with a plop, and began to beg for mercy, "Master, please forgive me. I didn't mean to slander you, but I was just talking quickly."

After standing still, Chi Jingxi lowered his eyes to look at Hao Jing, without any angry expression on his face, he just said, "Is this person also from Yuqin Pavilion?"

Huamo replied, "Back to Lord Marquis, this girl has not formally entered the Qin Pavilion and is still being assessed."

"This kind of person has bad conduct and is not worthy of entering the piano pavilion. Mrs. Hua should deal with it properly." Chi Jingxi said.

Huamo responded immediately, "Don't worry, Young Master, he will punish him severely."

Hao Jing was so frightened that she begged for mercy tremblingly. Chi Jingxi was upset and called the guards at the door to drag her out. Huamo knew that Chi Jingxi was here to find out about Yantong, so she resigned with a wink.

As the door closed, Wen Yantong immediately showed his original shape, and approached Chi Jingxi with a playful smile, "How about you, Young Master, in order to protect your reputation, I even roared out as much as I could breastfeed."

Chi Jingxi's eyes were moist, and she asked, "Want to ask for a reward?"

"That's impossible! Maintaining the reputation of the young master is what I should do as a friend. Talking about rewards will affect our friendship too much." Wen Yantong clicked his tongue, pretending to be displeased.

Chi Jingxi did not respond, knowing that Wen Yantong must have the second half of the sentence.

Sure enough, Wen Yantong said again, "But if Young Master wants to give it, of course I won't refuse."

Chi Jingxi slapped her on the forehead, "I'll make you sober."

Wen Yantong covered his forehead and hummed, "Young Master, you can take me up when the play is on later, I want to go to the play too."

Chi Jingxi remained calm, "Want to listen to the play?"

Wen Yantong nodded.

Chi Jingxi sat on the soft chair and leaned lazily on it, "There is still half an hour."

Wen Yantong understood immediately, walked to the door and leaned out half of his body and said to the guard outside, "Young Lord asked you to bring in a pot of hot water for drinking."

The guards didn't suspect him, so they went to work.

Wen Yantong looked through her package again, and there was a small packet of dried flowers hidden in it, which she originally planned to bring here to brew and drink.

These dried flowers were seen by chance when she went to the street to buy new year's goods years ago. Most of the dried flowers in those shops were used to make fragrant soap or bath oil, but in fact, these can also be soaked and drunk.

Wen Yantong picked some dried flowers with a fragrance similar to roses, and used them to make scented tea on weekdays, because she was really not used to drinking those teas.

She knew that Chi Jingxi had never drank this kind of thing, so she generously shared it.

Seeing her sneaking around, Chi Jingxi couldn't help asking, "Where are you touching something?"

Wen Yantong turned his head to look at him, and showed him the dried flowers in his hand, "Look for this thing."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Don't ask, you will know later." Wen Yantong pretended to be mysterious.

Chi Jingxi really didn't ask any more questions, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw the hair ornament on her head, so he immediately remembered why he came here, Jun's face sank slightly, "What I gave you, you Where did it go?"

Wen Yantong didn't know what he was talking about at first, and said blankly, "What is it?"

Chi Jingxi pointed with his chin, "These two flowers are an eyesore to the extreme. It's better to pick up two tree branches on the side of the road and plug them in. They are more elegant and natural than this."

Wen Yantong reached out to touch it, then took out the hairpin from his bosom, and raised it, "Here it is! This is a valuable thing, so it should be kept properly."

His expression softened slightly, "The hairpin is worn on the head, what are you doing hiding in your bosom?"

She sighed softly, "It's not because I'm afraid that people will think about it, I dare not take it out, and I'm also afraid that others will gossip about the young master, so it's better to avoid trouble."

Chi Jingxi didn't speak any more.

Just watched Wen Yantong put away the hairpin again.

"Young Lord," Wen Yantong began to look for something to say again, "I heard from others that this banquet is for you to find a wife?"

Chi Jingxi was stunned for a moment, "Who are you listening to?"

"When I was practicing the piano, I heard it from the people in the piano pavilion." Wen Yantong said, "Is it true that after the man crowned his name, he began to prepare to marry a wife?"

"Mostly," he said.

Wen Yantong tentatively asked, "Miss Fu San, are you here too?"

Chi Jingxi looked at her strangely, "What does it matter to me if you come or not?"

In the plot of the original book, Chi Jingxi was supposed to have admiration for Fu Tanghuansheng, but after what happened that night at Nian'an Temple, the plot deviated from the original direction, and Chi Jingxi never met Fu Tanghuan at all.

So Chi Jingxi has no extra affection for Fu Tanghuan.

Wen Yantong thinks this is pretty good, anyway, Chi Jingxi chose the path that night, and in the original book, Fu Tanghuan and Cheng Xiao are in love, so Chi Jingxi's admiration is meaningless at all.

Wen Yantong smiled and said, "Then you saw those girls today, do you have any favorites?"

Chi Jingxi propped her chin, as if she had thought about it seriously. Wen Yantong also looked forward to his answer.

But who would have thought that after thinking for a while, he said to Wen Yantong, "What does this have to do with you? If you keep asking questions, I will drive you out."

Why, this is her house!

Wen Yantong snorted softly, don't ask if you don't ask, I always guess by myself.

After a while, hot water was brought. Wen Yantong carried the kettle and used the teapot in the house to brew scented tea. Because of Chi Jingxi's taste, he didn't add candied fruit in it.

After the scented tea was brewed, Wen Yantong got two cups and put them on the table to cool.

"Did you brew those flowers?" Chi Jingxi had never seen such an operation before, and asked in amazement.

Wen Yantong nodded, "Dried flowers are also very fragrant when brewed, better than those tea leaves."

Chi Jingxi was silent for a while without speaking, and then slowly said, "Is this the way you drink in your hometown?"

Wen Yantong remembered that many things could not be explained before and were all blamed on his hometown, and this time he nodded decisively, "Many people in our hometown like to drink like this."

Chi Jingxi said, "Your hometown is indeed a magical place."

Wen Yantong smiled back at the high technology of the modern age.

Although it is true that life in ancient times was much more troublesome than in modern times, the wisdom of the ancients is also difficult to measure, and it cannot be compared.

Wen Yantong handed the warmed tea to Chi Jingxi, "Taste it."

Chi Jingxi sang lightly after taking it.

The tea had no taste at all, almost the same as white water, but after the water passed through the teeth, it left a faint floral fragrance between the lips and teeth, and a little sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

Chi Jingxi raised her eyebrows slightly, she really didn't expect the dried flowers to smell like this after soaking.

"This is called scented tea," Wen Yantong said. "Tea leaves have the effect of refreshing the mind. If you drink too much, you won't be able to sleep at night. If you don't need to refresh your mind in the future, you can drink this scented tea. It's still fragrant. .”

Chi Jingxi was noncommittal, drinking tea slowly.

Wen Yantong also calmed down, sitting beside him drinking hot tea with mouthfuls.

When the two of them were silent, the atmosphere seemed much more peaceful. Compared to the time when they saw Chi Jingxi in the past, Wen Yantong was able to deal with him calmly, and he had completely found the knack of getting along with him.

Old smell, amazing!

Wen Yantong gave himself a thumbs up, and rewarded himself with a cup of scented tea. Just as he was about to ask Chi Jingxi if he needed more tea, he saw him dozing off with his eyes closed while holding the teacup.

Maybe it's because he's been really busy these few days, and Chi Jingxi felt drowsy when he had some free time.

Wen Yantong gently took the teacup in his hand, Chi Jingxi only slightly opened his eyes, looked at her with lazy eyes, and continued to close his eyes again.

She was afraid that Chi Jingxi would be illuminated when he fell asleep, so she took her padded coat, put it on him, and sat on the side chair to watch over him.

Originally, she wanted to keep track of the time, but the surrounding was warm and quiet, and Wen Yantong fell asleep while sitting, until there was a knock on the door, and she suddenly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he met Chi Jingxi's eyes, which were dark and dark.

Wen Yantong rubbed his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse after sleeping, "When did the young master wake up?"

Chi Jingxi said, "Anyway, I woke up before you."

Wen Yantong saw that the cotton-padded outer robe was put on her body at some point, she yawned, "Then what time is it?"

Chi Jingxi said, "The play is about to start, so it's a good time to go now."

Wen Yantong stood up, hurriedly got up and put the padded robe on the soft chair. Presumably, Chi Jingxi ordered the guards to keep an eye on the time before entering the door, so the knock on the door just now was a reminder.

She followed Chi Jingxi to another place, which was a blue-tiled building with long tassels hanging from the eaves, which looked very delicate from a distance.

The building is about two stories high. It is a theater building specially used for singing operas. There are various exquisite mechanisms hidden in the dark on the roof, which are usually used to hang people from high altitudes.

The seats on the first floor are loose seats, not arranged in such a regular manner, but each seat is designed so that you can see the actors on the stage.

After Chi Jingxi entered the door, he brought Wen Yantong to Cheng Xin's side, and Mu Yang on the other side.

Seeing him, Mu Yang straightened up, "Brother Xi, where have you been? I haven't seen anyone for a long time."

Chi Jingxi said, "I was invited to drink tea."

Seeing Wen Yantong, Mu Yang said happily, "You brought Wen Yantong?"

Chi Jingxi pointed to his seat, "You sit here."

Wen Yantong saw that there was only one seat here, and immediately shook his head, "Where is the young master sitting?"

"I have something to do, so I'm not here." Chi Jingxi said, "You sit here, and I'll be back when the play is over."

Wen Yantong was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions. He knew that Chi Jingxi had his own reasons for what he did, so he nodded and sat down according to the position. The distant Cheng Yanchuan.

Cheng Yanchuan was also looking at this side. Seeing her glance, he raised a gentle smile in response.

Wen Yantong responded with trepidation, and retracted his head again, and then Chi Jingxi's palm fell on top of his head, and his voice rang in his ears, "Don't run around, I'll be back soon."

Wen Yantong responded, and Chi Jingxi turned around and left.

Mu Yang smiled sternly, leaned over and said, "Little lady, today's Xi Qin played well."

Wen Yantong rolled his eyes, "Get out, I'll beat your head to pieces."

Mu Yang touched his head in doubt, retracted his body, and turned to Fu Zixian, "When did Wen Yantong lose his temper?"

Fu Zixian shook his head blankly, and said in a low voice, "Don't call him little lady, maybe he doesn't like to hear it."

Mu Yang sighed, citing tea as wine, and said bitterly, "Brother, I feel that I am always rejected by others."

Fu Zixian paused, moved his lips a few times, and said, "Young Master Mu, don't think too much."

"Why are you hesitating? Do you feel the same way?" Mu Yang asked angrily.

Fu Zixian shook his head, "Not at all."

"It's not like going back twice." Mu Yang sighed again, and then drank the tea.

There are a lot of people talking upstairs, which is a bit noisy. Wen Yantong's nerves were tense, and Mu Yang talked to her many times, but she was perfunctory. As a result, Mu Yang was depressed, drank more and more tea, and ran to the toilet twice.

Mu Yang finished the two pots of tea in front of him, and when he was about to fill up the third pot, the lights above his head dimmed, and the show started.

Wen Yantong listened to the sound of gongs and drums beating on the top of her heart, which made her feel uneasy.

A group of servants came in through the doors on both sides, and began to lightly put teacups on the tables of the people from the left and right, and then exited quietly.

This teacup is not just water, but a lot of nuts are added in it, and the tea leaves from Longjing tea are brewed, which is a bit thick, and it can be regarded as a snack when watching a play.

Wen Yantong anxiously looked left and right, stretched his neck to look at the teacup in front of Cheng Yanchuan.

The original book has two descriptions of this, saying that Cheng Yanchuan's tea cup is different from other people's, the whole is navy blue, there is a small plum blossom on the side of the cup, and the flower core is the mechanism buckle.

If the cup of tea is successfully delivered to Cheng Yanchuan's table, the maid will hold down the mechanism button when putting the tea cup, and the poison in the quilt will quickly melt into the water, and the ordinary cup of tea will become a highly poisonous poisonous tea .

Wen Yantong took a serious look, and found that the cup in front of Cheng Yanchuan was snow-white, with no extra patterns on it, only a golden glaze around the rim.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her message had indeed been conveyed, and Chi Jingxi and the others were already prepared.

The level of poison in the tea is passed, and only the actor is left to assassinate.

She listened to the singing voice pouring into her ears, and tried her best to calm herself down. If she found any clues, she would throw the teacup on the table and smash it on that person's face.

However, the probability of smashing is still unknown.

Chi Jingxi should have scolded him if he had known earlier.

Hey, misstep!

When Wen Yantong was thinking eastward and westward, suddenly dense drumbeats sounded, and she looked up at the stage. I saw a woman in a long embroidered dress swinging her long sleeves from behind the scenes onto the stage, and went straight to the edge of the stage. Just when everyone thought she was about to fall, she tapped her toes and flew straight into the air. rise!

coming!

Wen Yantong stared at the figure of the man, and stretched out his hand to hold the teacup on the table.

The invisible silk thread hung the actor and spun in the air. The speed was getting faster and faster, and he was getting closer and closer to Cheng Yanchuan. Almost everyone's eyes were focused in midair, and exclamation came and went.

Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed, and the opera singer's short blade came out of her sleeve. The moment she flung it out, the thin thread on her body snapped and fell off!

Wen Yantong almost cheered.

The thrown dagger lost its aim and strength, and hit the edge of the table with a clanging sound, falling to the ground.

Cheng Yanchuan stood up abruptly, followed by the people around him, and the guards rushed over from the corner of the building.

The killer reacted very quickly, stabilized his figure as soon as he landed, rolled on the spot, picked up the dagger, and attacked Cheng Yanchuan with his hands.

This is a surprise attack if the plan fails!

Wen Yantong hurriedly got up and backed away, so she moved a little further away at this time, so as not to cause more trouble.

Mu Yang acted the fastest, raised his teacup and stepped forward, wanting to fight the killer.

But the killer's posture is unusually powerful, he dodged Mu Yang's attack with an extremely soft arc, and the short blade was spinning in his hand, piercing Mu Yang's neck!

At the critical moment, Fu Zixian raised his foot from behind and kicked Mu Yang, turning him forward. With this speed, he escaped the killer's sharp blade and cut off Mu Yang's hair.

Suddenly, the audience screamed in surprise, some people fled, some people ran around the building, and they made a mess in an instant, and the guards from all over the place were blocked on their way.

The few who came nearby were all killed by the killer with a clean knife.

Wen Yantong yelled secretly, this actor killer is far more powerful than it looks, it is the point of everyone's mistake.

Mu Yang was kicked to the side, broke the teacup in his hand, and smashed the killer with the fragments.

The killer dodged easily, and the target was still only Cheng Yanchuan, who rushed forward fiercely.

Fortunately, Cheng Yanchuan hid a weapon on his body in advance and started fighting with her. But this killer is more than a little bit stronger than Cheng Yanchuan, and it is already difficult to use a few moves. If this continues, Cheng Yanchuan will also be killed.

Wen Yantong was in a hurry to get angry, and before he had time to think, he grabbed the teacup by the table, held it in his hand, secretly said to the little marquis to bless him, and then threw it out forcefully!

Perhaps everyone did not expect that the teacup was hitting the killer's temple, and the porcelain and the skull made a dull sound, which made the killer stop for a moment, and took two steps back.

The little master is also very useful!

The killer's two steps back just gave Cheng Yanchuan a chance to breathe, and when the killer stepped forward again, Fu Zixian made a sudden move and hit the killer's arm joint hard, misplaced the blade.

He turned around and stood beside Cheng Yanchuan and the killer, circling Cheng Yanchuan's right hand with one hand, and replaced the short knife with his own hand, and quickly deflected the killer's knife move with the other hand.

After getting the weapon, Fu Zixian took the place of Cheng Yanchuan to confront the killer.

What people didn't expect was that Fu Zixian, who looked weak on weekdays, was able to fight against this very powerful killer. He dodges easily.

Wen Yantong knew that Fu Zixian's martial arts had always been great, otherwise he would not have become Chi Jingxi's right-hand man. When he was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, he only let others see his archery skills, and never showed his body skills and sword skills to others. This time, he was afraid that he had to show his hole card in order to protect Cheng Yanchuan.

During the fight between Fu Zixian and the killer, there were scratches on his arms and back, and the killer didn't take advantage of it, his face was cut by the blade, and blood flowed half of his face.

The two of them almost left each other with scars within a few strokes. It didn't take long before the guards rushed over, and Fu Zixian took the opportunity to retreat, still standing beside Cheng Yanchuan, staring at the killer calmly, afraid She got rid of the guards and rushed up.

But soon, a feathered arrow shot from the booth on the second floor above the stage, aimed at the killer's back, and pierced directly in front of him.

She grunted, and fell down not long after, bleeding to the ground.

Wen Yantong looked up from the panic, and saw Chi Jingxi standing on the booth, still maintaining the posture of shooting an arrow in his hand, his expression could not be seen clearly under the dim light, but Wen Yantong knew that those beautiful pair of There must be silence in the eyes.

The people on the upper floor were almost scattered, the guards surrounded Cheng Yanchuan and the others, waited in place for a while, and then Chi Jingxi came down from the second floor.

"They were all killed." Chi Jingxi said, "The entire troupe did not survive. No one was injured or injured. They have been sent to the hospital for medical treatment."

Cheng Yanchuan nodded, and ordered to the side, "Take all the corpses back."

Mu Yang stood beside Fu Zixian, and said to the prince, "Brother Shezhao, I will take Fu Zixian to heal the wound."

Cheng Yanchuan nodded, and gave several orders to mobilize the people around him. Finally, he said to Chi Jingxi, "Thank you for your hard work, Shan Li. After this incident is over, I will reward you well."

Chi Jingxi smiled, "Brother Shezhao, you're welcome."

Cheng Yanchuan sighed, "That concubine of the Fu family is kind. I wanted to call the secret guards, but I didn't expect him to strike first."

Chi Jingxi also laughed, "Brother Shezhao, let's think about how to thank him."

Cheng Yanchuan joked a few more words, turned around and left with the guards. Only then did Chi Jingxi shift his gaze to Wen Yantong who was standing by the pillar, his expression slowed down a bit, and he walked to her side, "Why are you shrinking here?"

Wen Yantong sniffed, "Young Master, my leg is cramped and I can't move."

Chi Jingxi lowered his head and glanced, "You can't do anything, you can't eat anything, it's you."

Isn't this what she often scolds Mu Yang

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