Jin Su spring speech

Chapter 56
The storyteller in the teahouse shook his folding fan: "This year's Chinese New Year is not peaceful. Do you know what happened in Chang'an City recently?"

Someone under the table blurted out: "Could it be, it's that matter..."

Someone else booed: "What's the matter, please tell me quickly, sir."

The storyteller said unhurriedly: "Recently, in Chang'an City, there was a heart-gouging monster who gouged out the hearts of several people one after another. When the heart is gone, life is naturally gone. One person dies every ten days. I heard that they are all beautiful scholars. This Jing Zhaoyin didn't pursue it wholeheartedly, everyone said it was strange..."

Jin Xing and Murong Chong sat in the teahouse drinking tea.

Hearing this, she said with a smile: "Xiao Ba, what a beautiful scholar. Then wouldn't you be an easy target?"

He raised his eyes and glanced at her half-flustered eyes: "Then don't worry about Madam."

She coquettishly said: "That's not okay, if you die. I want to be a widow."

Murong Chong: "..."

After the storyteller had finished speaking, he put away his folding fan: "Everyone, tell me, who is this heartbreaker?"

The people below are talking all over the place.

"I don't think it's human."

"what is that?"

"A monster."

……

"Little Eight."

Jin Xing suddenly grabbed his arm, with a rare look of surprise.

Murong Chong followed her gaze and looked down, and immediately saw a familiar figure passing by on the street, wearing a delicate red dress, followed by two servant girls, and unexpectedly entered Murong Chui's mansion not far away. superior.

He could recognize this person's appearance even when he turned into ashes.

Jin Xing looked at him: "Queen Mother."

"Ah."

Without changing his face, he drank a cup of tea: "Go somewhere."

This day and night, when they returned to Hou's mansion, it was already Pingdan.

It was getting slightly brighter, but Murong Wei sat in front of the hall and waited. When they came back, their clothes were still covered with mud and dusty.

Murong Wei was startled, and said in a deep voice, "Where did you go?"

Murong Chong looked at him: "Lishan."

"That is……"

Murong Wei approached him and said softly.

Murong Chong smiled lightly: "Yes. The pearl in the Queen Mother's mouth is broken."

Jin Xing held Murong Chong's hand with a smile: "Brother, the ninth day of the lunar new year, the sacrifice is about to take place. Let's go wash up and change into clean clothes before coming back."

They went straight to the Houfu bathing pool, the water in the bathing pool is always warm and surrounded by mist, just like the Huaqing Palace.

Jin Xing sat barefoot on the edge of the pool playing in the water, looked at Murong Chong in the pool with his eyes closed, and said, "Xiaoba, tell me, what kind of monster is this?"

Murong Chong still closed his eyes: "Look, you will know."

"Then I can't put you in danger. If you are injured or dead, I will..."

Jin Xing kicked the water, and stopped in the middle of speaking.

Murong Chong opened his eyes and looked at her: "Widow?"

Jin Xing rolled his eyes: "It's a beautiful idea. Like Sima Xingnan's aunt, Princess Anping, I raise a few noodles and love the mountains and rivers."

"Oh?"

He turned around and looked at her quietly for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her retracted leg, and pulled her into the pool: "Madam, are you reminding your husband to work harder?"

Jin Xing was imprisoned in his arms, and he was taken aback for a moment, but he got closer to him: "My husband is wise."

The corners of Murong Chong's lips twitched slightly: "Of course it should, fulfill Madam's wish."

……

Soon, the identity of the girl who looked like the late queen mother was found out.

It is Murong Chui's new favorite concubine, named Qingshuang.

After following for several days, she just embroidered in the mansion, occasionally went to the street to buy some rouge, her life was simple and regular.

It was night, and Murong Chong was away, so Jin Xing was trimming flowers and plants in the yard, waiting for him to come back.

"Ah, girl, you're almost finished tossing this flower."

She looked back and saw that the man was barefoot, holding a folding fan in his hand, with a three-point smile in his eyes.

Lang Qing.

Jin Xing put down the scissors: "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid to strike the sky again?"

Lang Qing waved the folding fan: "Ah, it's a little strange to say that, it's rare that they are all in Chang'an, so I'm just here to catch up on the old days."

Jin Xing raised his eyebrows: "Say something quickly. My husband is back, so I don't have time to talk to you."

Lang Qing rolled his eyes, and finally straightened his face: "I'm here to return things to their original owners. I've also heard about that monster who cut out the heart. This monster looks exactly like his mother. I'm afraid he won't be able to do it. You Do you want to share the burden for him?"

As he spoke, he took out a white whisk from his sleeve: "This white whisk originally belonged to you."

Jin Xing was slightly startled, and looked at him with squinted eyes: "Lang Qing, what are you worried about?" Then he smiled softly and said, "Forget it, since it's mine, I'll take it naturally. Don't want it for nothing."

She took the white whisk unceremoniously.Lang Qing slanted his eyebrows and lightly raised: "Girl, be careful."

After he finished speaking, his goal was achieved, and he disappeared instantly.

Not long after, Murong Chong returned, Jin Xing hurriedly threw Bai Fu everywhere, and went back to the room.

Two days later, during the Lantern Festival, Qingshuang went to the street to watch the lanterns. She was a newcomer, and she should be dazzled and charming.

She was a little helpless.

After being followed for several days, she had no choice but to be an ordinary woman, but this person did not follow her tonight.

The skin has also dried up, counting the time, it's time to mend it again.

She lightly got rid of the accompanying maid, and soon found her target in the crowd, a weak scholar, who was guessing a riddle in front of a lantern, Qingshuang walked over slowly, and there were four words written on the riddle, first Flowers are like brocade, type a poem.

"Looking back in Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery."

Suddenly someone said this, and the peddler smiled and said: "Young master guessed it right."

Qingshuang looked back, he was a very beautiful young man, and soon forgot about the weak scholar.

The peddler handed the young man a small lantern, but he didn't take it and said, "Give it to the girl."

Qingshuang answered subconsciously: "Thank you, young master."

The young man smiled slightly: "Miss, do you know what this poem means?"

Qingshuang lowered her eyes, rolled her eyes, and raised her eyes: "I don't know, it's noisy here, why don't you explain it to me in a clean place?"

The young man seemed very happy: "That's natural, it's the best. I know there is a secluded place with a nice view, why don't you take the girl with you?"

Everyone has their own thoughts, restlessness and good intentions.

All the way through the crowds, we went to the deserted pavilion.

Qingshuang had just entered the pavilion, but the young master suddenly took a step back and stood outside the pavilion: "Young lady is very flexible, and she is very naive."

Qingshuang was startled, but found herself trapped in the pavilion, she said angrily, "Who are you?"

"Naturally, I have some relationship with girls."

The young master calmly said: "Or, I know the master who looks like a girl. Miss Qingshuang, do the people in Chang'an City like you?"

Qingshuang's brows and eyes trembled slightly: "How did you know?"

The young master sighed softly: "Oh, you see that you are not smart in handling things. The two people who died first here were both servants of Murong Chui's house. Later, the circle gradually expanded, but it was also him. Within one mile of the mansion. With your appearance, it is difficult for people to guess."

Qingshuang fought hard again, but the spells in the pavilion did not move at all.However, her blood was surging and she spit out a mouthful of blood.

The young man clapped his hands, fumbled from his sleeve, and took out a white whisk: "This white whisk is very useful. Tonight, let's settle the battle quickly. My husband doesn't know that this matter is waiting at home." And me."

"Oh?"

A man's teasing voice.

(End of this chapter)