the other side, flower festival

Chapter 21
In the night, a big black-winged bird pierced the sky, like a low cloud, with a depressing and dismal cry.

The girl heard the birds chirping outside the window, closed her eyes, and broke away from Jiang Jichen's clenched hands in an instant. Jiang Jichen got up from the bed and approached the girl, with stars shining in his eyes.

"Should I know the girl?" Jiang Jichen spoke very slowly and softly, which sounded like Wuhen's sadness, but it made the air feel oppressive.

The girl just lowered her head, and slowly retreated as Jiang Jichen pressed her. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was afraid, but also as if she was looking forward to it. Under the sun, the moonlight shone on Jiang Jichen's clean and beautiful side face, and that side face gradually pressed down on the panicked girl like a rabbit.

"Why should I know the girl?" Jiang Jichen asked again, his face getting closer and closer to the girl's thin face.

The girl raised her eyes, and the moment her eyes met, Jiang Jichen could feel the sound of his heartbeat and the restlessness he had never experienced before. Jiang Jichen's body also began to tremble slightly as he approached the girl. Looking at the girl in front of him, the girl next door looked very pitiful, but he knew even more that the person who appeared in the bedroom of a strange man so late at night must not be an ordinary person.

Jiang Jichen's voice was hoarse: "Huh? Why didn't the girl answer me?" Jiang Jichen put his hands on the wall, just enough to completely surround the girl.

The girl gradually stopped panicking and did not dodge Jiang Jichen's face at all. She slightly parted her red lips and stood on tiptoe. You, think more than you think"

Jiang Jichen paused, his body trembled violently, his expression became flustered, and he wanted to get away from the girl, but the girl turned on the other side and pulled Jiang Jichen's neck down, her sweet lips were printed on Jiang Jichen's lips .

Jiang Jichen suddenly sat up from the bed, covered in sweat, just now, it was just a dream, but this kind of dream is not common, Jiang Jichen's heart beat fast, his sweat stuck to his shirt, Beside the pillow was still the bell sent by someone from Bairi, but the jade pendant on the waist was bright red, almost bloody.

Jiang Jichen jumped out of bed and looked at the window that was blown by the wind. The girl's smooth ankle seemed to be still on the window lattice just now, and the kiss just now seemed to be still on her lips. Brushing the corners of the lips, the inexplicable fragrance seems to still be floating in the air in the room. Is it really a dream?Or, what has fascinated me?
The moonlight shone on the paintings hanging on the wall. In Jiang Jichen's eyes, the paintings without facial features seemed to have the color of eyebrows and eyes. The girl in the dream was like the woman who came out of the paintings. Is she right? Is it a secret buried deep in his heart?But why, the girl didn't appear in front of him directly, but instead met at night like this?

Jiang Jichen was sitting by the table, his mind was in a mess. In the distant night, a girl in a red gauze dress as thin as onion wings stood barefoot on the top of the West Market Building, looking at Jiang Jichen from a distance. , eyes full of sadness, then flew downstairs and disappeared into the night, leaving a crisp bell in the air.

Fu Lingtian held the saber in one hand, and when he chased him out, he saw the red light slashing towards the corner of the wall, and the guards who were already guarding the courtyard surrounded him one after another: "Master Fu!"

Fu Lingtian didn't respond, but looked in the direction where the red snake Aning disappeared.

Several guards looked at each other, and when they were about to catch up, they were stopped by Fu Lingtian: "Don't chase after, it's not something you can solve, go ahead!"

Several guards were still standing there looking at Fu Lingtian, Fu Lingtian immediately became alert: "What else?"

"Just now, a servant died."

Fu Lingtian narrowed his eyes: "Where's the person?"

Everyone brought Fu Lingtian to the front yard, covered in blood, the dead servant was lying in a corner, with a huge blood hole in his heart.

Without saying a word, Fu Lingtian lowered himself to examine the servant's body.

A guard stepped forward: "We first heard the screaming of this servant, and when we got to the courtyard, we found that he was dead."

Fu Lingtian looked at the wound on the servant's body, the wound was deep, and he made a fatal move: "But who else did you see?"

"No."

Fu Lingtian clenched his fists tightly, remembering what Chi Snake said before leaving, the blood in his whole body began to boil.

"You guys go ahead, so he can settle him down, order him down, and his family will give him more money." When Fu Lingtian spoke, his face was expressionless, but the guards who were familiar with him knew that Fu Lingtian had something big in mind.

A burst of noisy voices sounded behind the crowd, and the guards turned around, only to see a guard from Dali Temple rushing in with a picture in his hand.

"Master Fu!" the guard of Dali Temple spoke, and handed the blueprint in his hand to Fu Lingtian, "For some reason, the painter Rong Yunhe suddenly came to Dali Temple with a profile portrait, saying that this person is the murderer!"

Fu Lingtian naturally sensed that something was wrong, and while opening the scroll, he asked, "When did it arrive?"

"About around two o'clock." When the Dali Temple guard was speaking, he also noticed something strange in his heart.

Fu Lingtian looked at the person in the painting, and unconsciously opened his eyes wide. This person was none other than Jiang Jichen. The painting was so clear and detailed that even the tear mole under Jiang Jichen's eyelids was clear. Fu Lingtian Unknowingly sneered, put away the painting, and handed it to the guard of Dali Temple: "Tomorrow morning, send this painting to Si Yangting and see what he has to say."

"Master Fu, this is against the rules. After all, we all know the relationship between Priest Jiang and Lord Si."

"If you are told to go, you will go, what are you talking about?!" Fu Lingtian narrowed his eyes, looked at the place where the red snake Aning had just disappeared, took a deep breath, and said silently, "The time of the two places is almost the same. Behind this, what ulterior secret is hidden?"

Everyone just looked at Fu Lingtian, but they didn't know what to do next.

Fu Lingtian waved his hand: "What are you still doing in a daze? Come back!"

Just as everyone was about to leave, Fu Lingtian waved the guard of Dali Temple back again. He grabbed the guard of Dali Temple by the shoulder and looked into the guard's eyes carefully, as if observing something.

"My lord. This is you." The guard was frightened and froze on the spot, not daring to move.

Fu Lingtian saw that there was nothing unusual about the guard, so he let go of the guard and asked, "What else did the painter Rong Yunhe say?"

The guard was still in shock. After thinking for a while, he remembered something: "Oh, I remembered. The artist said that innocent people will die tonight, and the murderer is also the person in the painting. Besides."

The more Fu Lingtian heard it, the more absurd he became, and he sneered: "What is the other party's intention? They did everything so flawlessly, and it wasn't at all to confuse us."

The guard didn't understand, so he said, "Master Fu, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Fu Lingtian didn't respond positively, but said, "Go on, what else did you say?"

The guard came back to his senses: "He also said that the next target will be you."

Fu Lingtian laughed, thinking, just before the red snake Aning left, he also said the same thing to himself, after calling the Zhang family son, the next target would be himself, Fu Lingtian only thought it was ridiculous, but he was just a monster Forget it, there is nothing to be afraid of, if you can really blame yourself, then those hairy gods have great abilities.

"Go ahead, I want to see what they can do in the next step. I don't believe they can't break this situation if the soldiers come to cover up the water and the soil!"

As soon as it was dawn, there was a heavy knock on the door of Zanghua Pavilion. The servant rubbed his eyes sleepily, and went to open the door with dissatisfaction, but saw Si Yang Ting rushing in with a look of urgency: "You Where is the son?"

The boy glanced at the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Second Young Master, what's wrong, it's not yet dawn, you."

Si Yangting was not interested in listening to the boy's chatter at all, so he simply pushed the boy away and ran directly to the second floor.

The boy saw him, and wanted to catch up anxiously: "Second Young Master, wait a minute, my Young Master hasn't woken up yet, Second Young Master!"

Si Yang Ting didn't care about those things, he had already disappeared, and only heard Jiang Jichen's voice from upstairs: "It's okay, let him come in, you go."

The boy stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "My lord, that's all for today." The boy turned around and left.

Si Yangting pushed open the door of Jiang Jichen's bedroom on the second floor, and saw Jiang Jichen sitting in front of the desk in only his middle clothes, drawing with his slender white fingers holding the penholder, his eyebrows lowered, and his long eyelashes slightly Trembling, with some imperceptible emotional abnormalities on his face, in short, it was not what Si Yang Ting usually saw.

"What are you painting?" Si Yangting took a step forward, looked down at the painting on Jiang Jichen's case, and saw that the painting was still the girl with the bell on her ankle, but it was different from usual, the girl had five senses, so She is a delicate girl with gentle features, just like the little girl next door. There is no femininity, no charm, only the pure and sweet smile, the eyes that are not familiar with the world, and the thin body dragging the thin red gauze. Skirts are not as beautiful as the world.

Si Yangting held the corner of the painting tightly: "Who is she?"

Jiang Jichen raised his eyes and met Si Yangting's eyes: "It's her."

"The one in the dream?" Si Yangting just felt ridiculous.

Jiang Jichen nodded slightly: "Last night, I saw her face clearly in my dream for the first time. I didn't even know if it was really a dream."

For some reason, Si Yangting was filled with anger. He patted the table again, leaned forward, and stared at Jiang Jichen's gentle eyes: "Jiang Jichen! I think you are really crazy!"

(End of this chapter)