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Chapter 444 Crying counts as time (Happy New Year)

"why are you crying?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The little girl in Confucian attire cried bitterly and choked with sobs.

It was the third watch in the middle of the night. In the inner warehouse, the cold and cold girl in palace clothes who arrived on time had an expressionless face and glanced at the dark night outside the door.

"There are still half a stick of incense left in three days." She turned around and said calmly: "Crying? Crying counts as time."

"..."

Miaoxi said "Wow" and cried harder, with snot and tears streaming down her face:

"Uuuuuuuu Fairy, I'm useless, I'm the stupidest. I've been searching for three whole days but I still can't find the owner of Dielianhua. Uuuuuu... I'm sorry, fairy... Wuuuuu... I'm useless, a waste. one……"

The palm-sized little girl sat on the ground, with runny nose and tears. She crawled forward a few steps, grabbed the hem of Rong Zhen's plain White House dress, and raised a little face with tearful eyes:

"Wuwuwu Fairy, can you give me one more chance and let me search again? I don't want to die... I'm still young, and there are still a lot of delicious inks I haven't eaten yet. I don't want to die... Wuwuwu Fairy, please , can you give me another chance and try again, woo woo woo..."

Rong Zhen looked at the pitiful little Mo Jing expressionlessly for a while.

She suddenly said: "The time has come."

Miao Si trembled all over, stopped crying, and opened her eyes wide with tears.

Rong Zhen ignored him and took out a golden mask from his sleeve.

Miao Si was so frightened that she took two steps back, her face turned pale, and she knelt down and begged with sobs.

But Rong Zhen didn't stop at all. He didn't look at the little girl's crown during the whole process. He lowered his head and put the golden mask on his calm little face.

When Miao Si saw this, she looked desperate and collapsed to the ground.

Rong Zhen, with a square face, stared straight at the palm-sized, greedy little Mo Jing on the ground.

The air was silent.

She seemed to be asking...if she had found anyone, or if she hadn't, she would have been hit hard by the real name.

Miao Si opened her mouth, but had nothing to say. She shook her head vigorously, her haggard face full of sadness.

Rong Zhen waited for a while, then nodded, as if she had gotten the answer, and slowly spoke.

The real name of Mo Jingmiao is the pronunciation of rare ancient words.

"Miao..."

Just hearing the first word, Miao Si shuddered all over. He didn't know whether it was just one word that had an effect, or it was just a physiological reaction of being frightened. His small body felt like it had been struck by lightning, and it was as tight as a javelin. In place.

There are still no clues about the character of the owner of Dielianhua.

Looking at the little girl in Confucian attire who curled up and closed her eyes to die, the girl in palace clothes with a fierce face suddenly stopped reading a word.

Miao Si curled up her head and closed her eyes for a long time.

But it took a long time to wait for the last word to come down.

She couldn't help but open her eyes a little and quietly looked at the scene in front of her.

He was immediately stunned.

I saw Rong Zhen taking off the golden mask for some reason, stuffing it into his sleeve, turning around and leaving without even looking at her.

Even if he had some wonderful thoughts about expectations and guesses before, he couldn't help but be lost in thought for a while when he saw Rong Zhen's neatly leaving figure.

In the inner warehouse, the air was quiet, leaving only the little girl in Confucian attire sitting slumped on the spot, with snot and tears still hanging from her nose, but the figure of the girl in palace clothes who was extremely oppressive not long ago has disappeared.

It's like nothing happened.

Is this... really letting her get away with it?

Are you done fooling around?

Miao Si murmured in her heart, and she admitted that she was gambling, but she was right.

Suppressing the joy in her heart, the little girl who was looking forward to death tonight quickly got up from the ground. She raised her sleeves and casually wiped her red face with tears streaming down her face. After wiping it clean, she shouted in the direction of Rong Zhen's departure outside the door. made a sound:

"Thank you, Fairy, for sparing me. Fairy is so kind and kind that I will never forget it. I will try my best to help you continue to search and report to you regularly. If there are clues, I will notify you as soon as possible... Fairy, you are on your way... I wish you a good meal and drink, I wish you never have stomachaches, and wish you have a baby soon..."

Her tone of voice was filled with gratitude, and it echoed in the warehouse. I don't know if Rong Zhen, who left without saying a word, heard her.

Probably not, otherwise the last two sentences would be enough to make her come back again and again to slap this silly little monster to death.

Miaosi stayed there and waited for a long time, and when she was sure that the person was really gone, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and murmured in a low voice:

"That's right, I am so cute, who would be willing to harm her by reading her real name? Hehe, she is the smartest one, no one else."

After feeling complacent for a while, the little girl whose performance tonight was so impressive that a certain young man was deeply indebted for a gold medal looked around, looked at the rows of ink sticks on the shelves around her, and swallowed quietly.

After solving Rong Zhen's crisis, the rate of saliva secretion from his mouth increased significantly, and his mouth was as greedy as ever.

Miao Si, who determined to be the Fairy's number one loser in the future, nodded with a serious expression.

"Well, the fairy is so kind-hearted, I must help the fairy find the bad guy, but..."

She turned her head and looked at the quiet night outside the open door. It was almost dawn, and she couldn't help but touch her growling belly:

"But before that, let's advance a little reward in advance. It's not too much. After all, you have to eat before you work, right?

"Well, there's an old saying.

"That's it for now, let's get to work first."

……

Not long after morning, in a backyard next to the back door of Jiangzhou Hall, the morning sun fell from the bare treetops.

"This is……"

Looking at what the junior sister brought, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked:

"Junior sister, why are you bringing these?"

"Elder brother, look."

Xie Lingjiang first handed the three oil-paper umbrellas to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong looked at her curiously, turned around, took out an oil-paper umbrella, and tried to open it.

When he saw the umbrella cover clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a thump in his heart and immediately opened the other two oil-paper umbrellas.

the same alsp.

"Where's the verse above?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head and asked in a somewhat urgent tone.

"do not know."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head and looked at the three oil paper umbrellas opened by Ouyang Rong with complicated eyes.

The ink characters on it have disappeared.

And the umbrella surface is extremely clean, as if no writing has ever been written on it.

If Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang hadn't clearly remembered the characteristics of these three oil-paper umbrellas, there would be no doubt that they were the original ones. Otherwise, they would really doubt whether they had been replaced by someone else.

"When did Junior Sister discover them? Where were they at that time?"

"It's on the desk in the boudoir of my palace, where it was originally placed.

"When I went back this morning, I was going to pack them into the cabinet, but I found something was wrong. The three umbrellas were all like this... Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Lingjiang looked at Ouyang Rong's solemn expression and couldn't help but asked worriedly.

Ouyang Rong hesitated to speak, then lowered his head and looked at the clean umbrella surface without any ink stains.

He just suddenly remembered something.

Rong Zhen has been holding Die Lianhua's poems and scraps of paper with his ink marks on them, looking for traces of him and the craftsman.

And weren’t there ink marks on the three oil-paper umbrellas he gave to his junior sister? It was a love poem written by him himself.

It's hard to say, but it's the same literary style as Die Lianhua.

At the moment, besides Rong Zhen, who else would try every possible means to find his literary talent... Could it be that Rong Zhen is responsible for the strange behavior of these three umbrellas?

Ouyang Rong was suddenly startled.

At this time, Xie Lingjiang whispered:

"Senior Brother, there is also this...these red leaves are also somewhat abnormal. They were found on the same table together with these three oil-paper umbrellas."

"What's abnormal?" Ouyang Rong came to his senses.

Xie Lingjiang handed him a basket of red leaves and frowned:

"I flipped through it, and these poems on Red Leaves gave people a brand new feeling. As I flipped through them, the aura of fluidity that I told you about became stronger and stronger, a little weird, like...like..."

"Like what?"

"Wenqi." Xie Lingjiang nodded seriously: "The Wenqi on the red leaves is much richer."

Ouyang Rong frowned, reached out and turned over the red leaves in the basket, his thoughts flowing rapidly.

These red leaves were originally bought from the little girl in the red coat... Wait, does the little girl in the red coat have anything to do with her? Ouyang Rong suddenly thought of a possibility.

He looked around.

If Rong Zhen was responsible for the oil-paper umbrella incident, then the female officers of Si Tianjian should have come to the door aggressively by now.

However, it didn't happen. A few days after the little junior sister left the palace boudoir, everything was still calm.

Therefore, the person who did this was not Rong Zhen or someone from her side.

Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful.

In connection with these poems, the rich literary spirit suddenly grows on the red leaves...

So, is it possible that this person is related to the little girl in the red coat?

There may not be any malicious intent in this move. On the contrary, it may be to help him clean up his flaws?

Then there is only one question left. How did the person who cleaned up the ink sentences on the oil-paper umbrella know that he was being searched for while hiding his identity, and how did he know that the previous oil-paper umbrella would be detrimental to him?

Ouyang Rong's brows gathered again, and he was deep in thought. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and muttered:

"Could it be a blessing..."

"What blessing?" Xie Lingjiang asked curiously.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, his eyes suddenly dawned, and he felt more and more that it was possible.

There has been no news about the new blessings exchanged for three thousand merits. Could it be that it has been fulfilled here?

Pei Shisanniang's group of merchants were not the only ones in the Xunyang Building that day, the Huang family's father and daughter were also present.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but recall that day in Xunyang Tower.

When the new blessing was triggered, he had just finished his "quarrel with the scholars" and was about to leave the restaurant.

At that time, I subconsciously thought it was related to Pei Shisanniang and other Yangshang merchants, but for a while I ignored the Huang family and his daughter.

So, the new blessings are reflected in these three oil-paper umbrellas? Help him prevent his identity from being revealed?

He pondered for a long time.

Ouyang Rong suddenly put down his oil-paper umbrella and red leaf basket, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

"Where are you going, Senior Brother?"

"Go to Xingzifang...to verify one thing. I'll come as soon as I go. Junior sister, you don't have to follow me. You go back to protect the palace."

Xie Lingjiang hesitated, bit his lip and nodded: "Okay."

"Elder brother," she said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"Remember to bring your sword."

"it is good."

……

"Daddy, bring some more cake. You'll get hungry easily while working during the day."

"Hey, it's better for Xiaoxuan. Xiaoxuan doesn't need lunch. They are given out at the grotto camp, two dishes and one soup, free of charge, and enough rice. Lord Changshi has been there these days, joining us. Room and board.”

"Okay, Daddy, stay safe."

"So is Xiaoxuan."

Huang Xuan stood at the entrance of the courtyard, silently watching Huang Feihong's energetic figure go away.

Just after dawn, the crowded and poor residential area of ​​Xingzifang was extremely lively. Many people got up before dawn and went out to work early.

Huang Xuan turned around. In the courtyard where she lived, the other three households, like her father, got up early and went out to work. They passed by her one after another under the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

Huang Xuan seemed to be very popular, and the neighbors who went out greeted her one after another.

"Xiao Xuan is so good. Brother Huang is really blessed to have such a considerate daughter in eight lifetimes."

"Not just eight lifetimes, hey, it would be great if that brat in my family was half as sensible as Xiaoxuan. I don't know what evil he did in his last life..."

Some neighbors praised and left talking.

Huang Xuan lowered her head shyly.

She immediately turned around, ran back into the house with her short legs, and picked up the dishes and chopsticks that Huang Feihong had finished eating.

The whole yard quickly became empty. Everyone went out to work, and Huang Xuan was leaving soon.

The main reason is that Ink Studio opens quite late in the morning, so you don’t need to go too early.

Huang Xuan first went to wash the dirty clothes and sweat towels that Huang Feihong had changed yesterday.

She held up the clothesline in the yard, stood on tiptoes, and hung the wet clothes to dry.

After finishing all these tasks, Huang Xuan took a breather, ran to the kitchen, and made a bowl of thin rice porridge that was still warm, with some green onions sprinkled in it.

She carried it to the door of the room, squatted down with her small body, holding the bowl of warm porridge in her two small hands that were red from the cold water, lowered her head and took a few sips.

After finishing most of the bowl of hot porridge, Huang Xuan suddenly turned around and looked at the cabinet in the room with a strange look in her eyes.

Dad and the tenants were gone. Why didn't she come out yet? How could she stay in the closet for so long?

"Wonderful idea?" Huang Xuan shouted crisply.

But there was no answer.

Did he fall asleep or go somewhere?

Huang Xuan didn't wait to get up to check.

"Dong dong."

Suddenly there were two knocks on the door in the yard.

"Who is it?" she asked.

The visitors outside the courtyard gate did not respond.

"Dong dong."

Two more blasts rang out.

The person who knocked on the door seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he knocked very rhythmically, knocking only twice each time, with the same interval each time.

Huang Xuan placed the porridge bowl on the threshold and touched a long, hard object tied to her right calf under her red coat...

She stepped forward and opened the double courtyard doors.

Looking outside the door, a small face looked stunned for a moment.

"Excuse me...what do you do for a living?"

……

I found that the sky outside was starting to get brighter and dawn was approaching.

Miao Si reluctantly wiped her mouth and put back the ink stick.

She touched her bulging belly, took a long breath, clapped her little hands, and left the inner library with satisfaction.

Taking advantage of the lack of people in the morning, the little girl in Confucian attire returned to the small courtyard of Xingzifang.

Miaosi felt that things were often not as bad as she imagined, just like tonight, she actually managed to get through in front of the fairy who owed money.

It seems that the money-lending fairy was just trying to threaten and deceive her at first, but when he found out that she was really useless and had no clues, he treated her like a fool.

But speaking of it, this money-debt-faced fairy is actually quite good. If you think about it carefully, she is quite good.

Miao Si breathed a sigh of relief.

She was in a good mood, humming a little tune, and returned to her courtyard with a bowl full of ink.

The courtyard was quiet, and the palm-sized little girl drilled a hole through the old courtyard wall with ease.

Only halfway through the drill, he shouted carelessly:

"I'm back, little Huang Xuan, look what I've brought..."

When she got out of the small hole belonging to Shushu and saw the scene in the courtyard clearly, she looked stunned for a moment.

In the quiet courtyard, a cold figure in palace attire was standing next to a little girl in a red coat.

Surrounding the two girls, there were eight handsome men and women with red hair and white clothes. They were placed in various positions in the courtyard.

They were like statues, silent, and it would be difficult to notice any movement if Miao Si hadn't come in to see them.

At this time, after hearing the call of Little Mo Jing returning home, everyone turned around and looked at her.

"Fairy...Fairy." Miaosi's expression was a little stiff.

Rong Zhenjing stood up on his long sleeves, turned his head, and looked at her.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well and a deep pool.

(End of this chapter)