high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 394

The air was silent for a moment.

The nobles in rich clothes and high crowns looked at each other, and they all agreed not to speak. Even Wuming was silent for a while, and did not make a sound for a long time.

In the distance, Yandi lazily folded her hands, blinking noncommittally.This bright woman smiled lightly, and the corners of her lips curled up into an undetectable arc, and she looked at the silent, small figure in the crowd of clothes with great interest.

Her hands were tightly clenched into small fists under her sleeves, and her fingertips trembled a little, as if she was about to run away at any moment, but she still stubbornly raised her face, facing all the silent or mocking eyes, and stood there without moving.

No one spoke.

Everything seems to have lost its voice.

In the long silence, finally, someone shook his head lightly...

Wuming looked at her blankly, then shook his head silently, and took a few steps back.

He frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, but it disappeared soon, as if he was quietly affirming it in his heart.

"This benefactor must have lost his memory." Xie Fanjing heard him say apologetically: "The poor monk and the benefactor have lived a normal life, and they must have never met..."

There was laughter, and it started ringing.

Gradually, it got higher and higher, and it got bigger and bigger.

All the sons and women of the aristocratic families burst into laughter. They are the most outstanding young nobles in the city of Taizhou and the three counties in the south of the Yangtze River.In today's Qingliang Palace, all the princes of noble families gathered together, it can be said that the house is full of distinguished guests and friends.

But before they could continue their conversation with Wuming, this gathering, this gathering of handsome stars, was suddenly interrupted by a girl who appeared out of nowhere and had no sense of family elegance.

She didn't have precious incense on her body, she didn't have any accompanying servants, her clothes were rough, and her manner was not in line with the style of the family.A countryman who doesn't even know the order of eating utensils and drinking utensils, a fool who doesn't even know who serves food, and a vulgar man who is at a loss when dancing!

This makes the young people who have always been arrogant, who claim to be of noble status and family status, feel that they have been insulted, by a servant, by a wild girl from the countryside, by a lowly concubine!

"It's not that I came up with harsh words at the elegant table." Someone laughed softly: "It's just that Brother Yan, you are too rude. Anyone can come to Qingliang Palace's gathering today Is it? It’s fine if you don’t look at the family status, but I have to ask, is it possible that an impolite servant boy can also sit with us in a stately manner? Are you still talking nonsense here?”

"It can be described as extremely boring."

"I'm so excited today."

"This introductory post is really easy to get." Someone sneered: "I don't know, brother Yan, how many coppers did you sell these posts in exchange for? It can make up for the cost you spent on building the Yingxu Terrace last year." ?”

The whole room laughed again.

The laughter was chaotic, and amidst these mocking or malicious laughter, Xie Fanjing firmly grasped the rough sleeves, where a few threads were exposed, and flicked the simple wooden hairpin on top of his head.

She is not afraid of the jokes of these people, nor is she afraid of the eyes that want to trample her into the mud.Sister Xiaoyan said that if you don't ask some questions, you will never have an answer, and you will regret it.

She doesn't care about these people, and she doesn't care that they are all laughing at herself. When she came here, she just asked a question and got an answer.

"We've really met." Amidst the laughter of the whole room, she was still holding on to the hem of her clothes, motionless, but looked at him reluctantly, and then laughed stubbornly:

"do you remember me?"

We... have obviously met...

Obviously, you pinched my face and said that I am a very edible little bug.

You saved me, you took me away, I can survive, isn't it because of you?

Obviously...

"Stop it!" A shy and angry cold shout suddenly sounded, suppressing the laughter. As the host of the banquet, Yan Ling's face was sullen, and the expression in his eyes was extremely unkind.

He always asked a few stewards to discuss matters concerning the guests, but he never expected that those dogs would make such a ridiculous joke, which made him lose face!

"Who brought you in?" He glared at Xie Fanjing.

"I……"

"Give her some money, throw it out of the door, and whip all the people in charge three hundred times!" Yan Ling ignored it, and just beckoned to the golden armored warrior who had stood there early: "Hurry up!"

"I'm not asking for money." Xie Fanjing dodged, avoiding the hands of the warriors.

"Then what do you want?" Yan Ling sneered.

"I..." Looking at the silent and frowning young monk, Xie Fanjing finally lowered his head, and said softly, "I really know him..."

The mocking laughter became louder and louder. In this farce, Yan Ling finally became angry, and the golden armored warrior also drew his long blade under his signal.

"and many more."

At the moment of cutting under the light of the sword, one hand gently supported the cold light, the warriors were amazed for a moment, but they didn't want to offend this distinguished guest who was entertained by their master, so they quickly put their blades back into their sheaths.

"I, the poor monk..." Wuming withdrew his hand, and facing many eyes, he racked his brains and explained a few words dryly: "The poor monk does know this benefactor, she, she is a pilgrim in the temple, It's Wu Jiu, no, she is an old acquaintance of Brother Wu Zhang's family..."

"Then why didn't you remember that just now?" The woman smiled.

"Ashamed, the poor monk actually forgot things for a while."

"Then this pilgrim, the old acquaintance of Master Wu's family..." Yan Di said with a narrow smile: "What about the name? Where did you come from, and how did you become acquainted with Master Wu's family?"

In the embarrassment of ignorance, everyone laughed lightly.It's not difficult to guess that there is actually no relationship between the two, but Wuming made such a connection so far-fetched in order to save her from being too embarrassing.

"Master is so cute when he's lying." Yan Di teased, "It's the first time I've seen a monk tell a lie."

She sent a sound transmission to Wuming, who was a little at a loss, and then walked onto the corridor bridge by herself, her figure was quickly submerged in the colorful lights.

Wuming, who received the sound transmission, was stunned, and his face was also a little dignified. He bowed to the surrounding princes and bid farewell. Before he caught up with Yandi, the corner of his eye froze for a moment, and was fixed on the silent man. girl.

"...Girl's hairpin today is very unique, and the style is also very beautiful..." The stuttering transmission sounded, Wuming saw the sadness in her heart, but he was not very good at comforting girls, so he kept saying Some texts are wrong.

"You really don't remember me?"

"Between the poor monk and the benefactor..." Wuming hesitated for a moment, and finally answered truthfully:

"It is indeed a stranger."

Have you ever met...?

There was no time to think more, the monk had already walked away quickly, Xie Fanjing lowered his head blankly, and then laughed at himself.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and after seeing Wuming's faint protection, Yan Ling didn't bother to show up again, not wanting to offend.So the golden armored warriors also retreated one by one, and retreated into the garden again.

It was empty.

In the dim light, she lowered her head and sat down silently.

……

……

The long pavilion is like snow.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Yan, who came late, ran over angrily holding the corner of her skirt. She had just heard about the incident in the water pavilion in another place, but by the time she rushed over, it was already too late.

In a daze, the servant boys removed all the colorful lights hanging on the eaves, and in the dark water pavilion, there was only a small figure with his head down, sitting silently behind the long lacquered table.

"Xiao Xie?" Zhang Yan felt a little sad: "Is it you?"

It seemed that her voice woke up Jing Mi. In the darkness, the figure trembled, and then his sleeves moved slightly.

"Is it sister Xiaoyan? You came so late, I'm almost falling asleep."

Xie Fanjing raised her head, she looked at Zhang Yan, rubbed her eyes and laughed dumbly, her voice was a bit vague:

"Let's go back..."

……

……

On the covered bridge.

Wuming and Yandi walked side by side.

"I don't know which elder from the Yan family wants to see me?" Wu Ming asked, "What's the matter?"

"We'll know when we meet." Yandi replied slowly, and she turned around suddenly after a few steps, her bright eyes were full of playfulness and curiosity.

"Hello." She said, "Do you have an affair with that man in red who seems to be called Xie Qiu?"

(End of this chapter)