Fighter of the Destiny

Black Sheep looked at Chen Changsheng quietly, then suddenly lowered his head and gently pushed his forehead.

Chen Changsheng misunderstood. He touched his body and found that he didn't bring anything to eat. He looked up and saw a few fire loquats on the tree on the right. Seeing that the fruit was just ripe, he gestured to the black sheep to be silent. Using the same hand gesture, he picked it off on tiptoes and then handed it to its head.

Black Sheep tilted his head slightly, still looking at him quietly. This made him feel a little embarrassed. He always felt that its eyes seemed to be laughing at him, and he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss. At this moment, the black sheep lowered his head, swallowed the fire loquat into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had accomplished something very remarkable.

After the black sheep finished chewing the fruit, he nudged his knee and walked towards the autumn forest. Last time in the palace, it did this when it led Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng followed it and walked forward, wondering where it was taking him. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the light on the other side of Lin.

It's still the stone table, an oil lamp, a pot of tea, two teacups, and the middle-aged woman who can't speak.

Chen Changsheng saluted the middle-aged woman, with a calm expression but a little nervous mood - he knew that Black Sheep had a very special status in the Great Zhou Palace. According to rumors, only Mo Yu could get close to him, but tonight Black Sheep followed this A middle-aged woman came to Baicao Garden. Who is this middle-aged woman?

In the past, he thought that the middle-aged woman was a female official in the palace, or even the leader of those extremely powerful female officials. Now it seems that her status may be even higher.

He thought of a certain possibility, but immediately rejected that possibility in his heart, because it was known to the whole world that that saint was so beautiful that she was the most famous beauty in the mainland during the reign of Emperor Taizong. If it was really that saint, how could he deliberately change it? Rongyan comes to meet a little person like herself?

When she discovered that the visitor was Chen Changsheng, the middle-aged woman did not show any surprise. She just looked at Black Sheep and raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she did not agree with it for bringing him here. Black Sheep might have guessed that she did not want to disturb her and took Chen Changsheng with her. After arriving at Qiulin's side, he turned around and left without making eye contact with her at all.

There was a soft sound, and the woman's fingers tapped on the stone table.

Chen Changsheng sat down, picked up the teapot, filled the two teacups, and respectfully brought one of the teacups to the woman.

The woman picked up the tea cup with two fingers, like picking up a pebble by the river, brought it to her lips and drank slowly.

Chen Changsheng picked up the tea cup with both hands, like holding a night-bright pearl, and brought it to his lips and blew gently.

The woman looked at him like this and laughed silently. Her expression was indescribably free and natural, as if she was laughing at him for being too cautious.

"It's too hot, not because of anything else."

Chen Changsheng explained with some embarrassment. Then he remembered that she couldn't speak and couldn't seem to hear anything, so he put the tea cup on the table and made a few gestures.

Then, it’s time to drink tea.

Just like the first time they met in the Baicao Garden that night, the woman and the boy didn't talk much. They just sat across from each other and drank tea, rarely looking at each other.

Chen Changsheng was very used to this kind of atmosphere. This reminded him again of his senior brother. He wondered how his senior brother was doing in the old temple in Xining Town and when he would be willing to come to Kyoto.

He didn't know that Mo Yu had sent people to Xining Town, where the temples had been deserted. Taoist Ji and his remaining senior brothers didn't know where they had gone.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the middle-aged woman and stayed for a moment.

He has been thinking about entering the palace to see the black dragon, but he has never been able to find a way. There is no way to ask the black sheep for this kind of thing... Tonight, I guess this middle-aged woman has an extraordinary status in the palace. , he suddenly wanted to ask the other party how to sneak into the palace? Have you ever heard of a black dragon?

No matter how you look at it, he is looking for death by doing this - asking a mysterious palace nobleman how to sneak into the palace, and even asking about the absolute taboos at a level like the black dragon, what else is it if he is not looking for death?

But for some reason, he always felt that the other person would be willing to tell him and would not hurt him.

He has lived with Senior Brother Yu Ren since he was a child. He has always felt that deaf-mute people are good people with kind hearts. When he looks at this woman, he easily thinks of Senior Brother, feels kind and trustworthy, just like many people see him. That was the first feeling, and when she reached out and caressed his face that night, it reminded him of a person he hadn't thought of for a long time, or rather, a term he hadn't thought of for a long time.

He is an orphan, and those two people or terms have never existed in his life. Naturally, it is difficult to think of them, and naturally it is easy not to think of them for a long time.

The hot tea in the teapot will never be exhausted, and the hot mist on the teacup will never dissipate. It's just that as the night breeze blows, the mist drifts away.

Chen Changsheng's hands moved rapidly in front of him to express his meaning.

The woman watched his actions expressionlessly. The previously peaceful atmosphere had been replaced by coldness. It was obvious that she was a little unhappy because of Chen Changsheng's question.

After Chen Changsheng asked about the black dragon, she raised her right hand and scratched it randomly in the night wind with three fingers.

The movements of her fingers were as elusive as the breeze. If Chen Changsheng hadn't had sharp eyesight and was very attentive, he wouldn't have been able to see clearly, let alone understand what she meant.

Of course, knowing what she meant, there was nothing to be happy about.

She asked Chen Changsheng: Aren't you afraid of death?

Chen Changsheng gestured and said that he didn't want to die, but commitment was very important, and he might face some troublesome problems soon. If he couldn't solve them well, he might never have the chance to enter the palace or meet the black dragon. That's why he took the risk to ask her.

The autumn forest was cold, and the woman looked at him quietly for a long time. Suddenly she laughed silently and gestured: It seems that you are really not afraid of death.

The first sentence "Aren't you afraid of death" represents her displeasure and threat to him. This sentence "Aren't you afraid of death" represents her judgment of him.

This was what she admired most about him.

The woman dipped her hand in the tea cup, wrote something on the table, then got up and walked towards the palace.

Black Sheep walked out of the garden from nowhere, followed her into the woods, and looked back at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng originally wanted to send her to the secret door on the palace wall like last time, but he was worried that the words on the table would disappear, so he had to stay.

The tea is black tea, the soup is thick red, and the writing is very clear on the slightly gray stone table.

That is the word "ice".

Chen Changsheng was a little confused. When he looked up, he could still see the figure of the woman and the black sheep.

He and the woman couldn't talk, they all spoke in mute words, and this word was a real riddle.

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(Today is actually the third day of my cold. I felt very uncomfortable the first two days and it was particularly difficult to write, but I’m embarrassed to say it. But today I’m in really good shape and I’m quite satisfied with my writing... It would be great if I could keep it up. Okay, this needs to be saved. The next chapter will be posted around 8:20. I’ll see if I can get it saved.)