Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 137 Double Skin Milk ([-])
The fact that Jing An cried bitterly over the death of a bird when she was a child is pure and kind in Jing Hui's eyes, but in Jing Xin's eyes it is a different situation.

"Bird was obviously cut on the neck by a sharp knife and died of excessive blood loss. At that time, the young Jing'an didn't know much about camouflage, and the blood on the blade of the small dagger hadn't been wiped clean. How did Bird die? Jing Xin knew it at a glance." Lin Fei said, "But Jing An, who was holding the bird and crying bitterly, said that the bird was tired and fell to his death."

A young child just wants to cover up the seamlessness that can't be concealed yet, and the lies that are told can be seen at a glance.

What surprised Jing Xin was what Jing An did next, and her attitude afterwards.At a young age, he can attack a life without changing his face, and even cover it up after the attack, and even pretend to cry in an attempt to get away with it.

The more Jing Xin looked at it, the more frightened she became, and she faintly felt that Jing An was an extremely dangerous person.Therefore, whenever Jing An begged him to teach martial arts, she shirked it until her condition got worse and she could not live long, thinking that it was her sister's flesh and blood who taught her some self-defense skills.

It's just that she didn't expect her self-defense ability to be used to harm others.

When Jinghui heard this, she paused for a while, moved her lips, and murmured: "My tricks are really worthless."

She only saw that Jing An hugged the dead bird and wept bitterly, which was pure kindness, but she didn't pay attention to why the bird died at all.

When she was young, she killed birds, but when she grew up, she killed people. After killing people, she could express her grievances and show weakness with emotion, making people willing to take the blame for her.

This... is this something a normal person would do?
Jinghui only felt a chill in the soles of her feet, thinking that she had been under the same roof with such a person for so long, she just felt that it was a blessing to be able to live for so long.

"It's not that she can't bear to attack me," Jing Hui said with a wry smile, "She just wants me to be her scapegoat!"

Be it Jinghui, Zhuang Meiniang, or even Zhou Dagui, these people are all prepared by Jing'an to take the place of the dead.

Under her pitiful appearance, what hides, perhaps as Tangyuan said, is a monster who can "paint skin" and eat people.

For a murderer like Jing An, it is unnecessary to ask the reason for the murder, she just wanted to kill, that's all.

After handing over the matter of interrogating Jing'an to Liu Yuantong and Wei Fu, Lin Fei turned to look at Wen Mingtang, who was asking the woman who was humming "Ruan Shiniang": "Who taught you this song?"

The woman hummed and laughed. Under the sunlight, the smile on her not-sane face was clean: "Bodhisattva... taught by Bodhisattva."

Well!It seems that Jing'an also painted her skin as a Bodhisattva to deceive this woman, as if telling her that she was imprisoned under the Qiude Temple to atone for her sins, and the woman obediently obeyed.

The haunting and the like are all pretense planned by Jing An, that's all.

As for why this woman was asked to stay in Qiude Temple...

"This should be the peace of mind that Jing An seeks after killing people." Lin Fei said this, and suddenly let out a soft sneer.

It was the first time for Wen Mingtang to see such a "rich" expression on Lin Fei's face, and he couldn't help but linger on his face for a while longer.

During this stop, he saw Lin Fei looking up at her.

"I am not afraid of gods and Buddhas when killing people, but I am afraid after killing people. Do you think it is interesting to burn incense and pray to Buddhas and fiddle with gods and Buddha talismans?" Lin Fei said.

Wen Mingtang glanced subconsciously, and saw that there was no one else except the woman who was still playing with her braid and humming "Ruan Shiniang" with her head down, so she realized that Lin Fei was talking to her, so she nodded and said, "Lin Shaoqing said so."

This son of a famous family who became the Shaoqing of Dali Temple at a young age not only has a proud family background and an outstanding face, but his face is not inferior in the slightest.

Lin Fei glanced at her, paused, and said, "I saw you were reading the poetry of that unrequited scholar just now."

Just now when Lin Fei was talking to Jing Hui and Zhuang Meiniang, she casually flipped through the poems written by the philandering scholar. She didn't expect him to notice that she was standing quietly by the side.

Right now, seeing him ask, Wen Mingtang spread his hands, and said frankly: "The scholar's writing is not very good, but he knows how to please women. No wonder he is so omnipotent!"

Those pleasing poems and songs are deeply affectionate and moving, vividly expressing the helplessness of "I hate to meet when I am not married".

It's no wonder that many women, knowing that he has wives and daughters, still rush into his arms like moths to a flame.

Poems are so affectionate, but people...

Seeing that Wen Mingtang couldn't help shaking his head, Lin Fei said, "He gave all the poems to that paper with all his affection."

"The deepest love is in the poems, and only the reality is left." Wen Mingtang yawned lazily, glanced at Lin Fei, and said, "Don't worry, Lin Shaoqing, what is that person's name...I don't have a fiancé." I remember what it was like to be born, but you can’t lie to me.”

Lin Shaoqing, who looked indifferent, was very concerned about her relationship with her fiancé who didn't know what kind of person she was.

This is not the first time to remind her with an excuse.

"It's good if you know." Hearing what she said, Lin Fei nodded, looked at the girl yawning lazily, paused, and said seriously, "I'm afraid you saw that he was born well. You are fascinated. Like your fiancé, like that scholar, there is a very high possibility of causing trouble. At that time, you are more likely to go to Jing'an than ordinary women crying and sad. people."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

Lin Shaoqing's caring for her is better than not caring about her!How does this speak?
Fascinated by appearance?Wen Mingtang raised his head and looked at Lin Fei. It is no exaggeration to say that his face under the sun is unparalleled in the world.

Wen Mingtang felt that he should make Lin Fei feel at ease, so he raised his finger and pointed at his face, and said, "Lin Shaoqing thinks that my fiancé can be born better than you? The young girl is not talented, and she may not be able to handle it when she encounters delicious food. Live, but meet someone... For Lin Shaoqing, who is unique in the world, my daughter has never been fascinated by his appearance, how can he be fascinated by his good face?"

Wen Mingtang felt that by saying this, Lin Shaoqing should be completely relieved that he would not become the second in Jing'an.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fei glanced at her, turned around and walked away. He walked in a hurry and walked quickly, and his back seemed to be a bit hasty and embarrassed.

Wen Mingtang: "..."

Probably, although he had a face that could not be found in the whole capital, the method of "Sura Thunder" was well-known. Rao, it was the first time Lin Fei met someone who praised him so bluntly like her. Excuse me.

Wen Mingtang shrugged: She doesn't feel embarrassed at all.But presumably in this way, this Lin Shaoqing should be completely assured that she will not become the second Jing'an.

Glancing at the sundial on the square in the middle of Dali Temple, Wen Mingtang turned around and walked towards the public kitchen: It's time to go back and make evening food!
(End of this chapter)