Kunning

Everyone actually noticed Jiang Xuening to some extent. After all, this person has been closely following Zhang Zhe since he came out of prison. It's just that "he" is dressed casually, and his face is black and dirty, but he looks smaller, and his facial features are vaguely more delicate, and even if there is light on this big night, he is still indistinct. You must be clear, and you must also be afraid of Zhang Zhe next to you.

Even if a discerning person sees something, he won't say it.

I just muttered in my heart: I didn't expect that there were such people in the Tianjiao. Those who have been officials are very particular, and they always bring someone with them when they come out. I don't know if this is a girl pretending to be, or it's those little white faces with broken sleeves that are sold in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.

Everyone in the temple has their own thoughts, and no one has anything to say about this little dispute.

Soon someone took the initiative to change the subject.

It can be said that those who can be put into the sky prison by the imperial court have their own abilities. Once they open the chatterbox and talk about their own experiences, and then add some oil and vinegar, they become a living book of words, which is better than the storyteller under the flyover. It's even more exciting.

The woman went out with a basket after delivering the cakes, but the ten-year-old child's eyes sparkled, and he simply sat on the threshold, as if he planned to spend the night listening here.

The Tianjiao group seemed to ignore him.

Jiang Xuening was concerned about this child early in the morning. After all, there is a child in his teens in this kind of place, which is really unimaginable. Does today's Tianjiao don't even spare children?

Listening to the group of tyrants who came out of the sky prison bragging about their experience before and after their imprisonment, Jiang Xuening also drank enough water, and there was still half a bowl left, so he hesitated and handed it to Zhang Zhe.

Even sitting on the ground, his figure is also tall and straight.

Turning his head to take the water bowl at this moment, Jiang Xuening's heart skipped a beat, but then he lowered his eyes and put the bowl of water on the ground in front of him, and replied in a low voice: "I'm not thirsty."

After all, it is still Zhang Zhe, pedantic, rigid and uncivilized!

Jiang Xuening snorted inwardly.

But after thinking about it, I am afraid that it is this person who is upright and self-sustaining, and I am so uncontrollably trapped. After all, this person is completely different from her, and there is almost no similarity. He raised his head to look up, but it was hard to touch. If one day Zhang Zhe and Xiao Dingfei become a frivolous Mr. Meng Lang, she will probably look down on him.

This accidental involvement in this prison robbery was really beyond her expectation and disrupted her original plan. However, being in the same place with Zhang Zhe, I feel that whether there is a plan or not, whether it is unexpected or not, is not so important.

This person is by his side, which is the most important thing at the moment.

It's just not necessarily the case for Zhang Zhe. Since he has such close contacts with Tianjiao, he must have some conspiracy. Her presence here is bound to have a certain impact on Zhang Zhe's plan. Therefore, the first thing to do is to protect yourself and not hold back, and the second is to play by ear. After all, for Tianjiao...

At any rate, there is an advantage of rebirth, so I have a little understanding.

I just hope things aren't too complicated this time.

Unknowingly, Jiang Xuening's brows were furrowed quietly.

But someone in the ruined temple was talking about his experience back then: "I was only in my early twenties that year, and the dog officer borrowed the court's decree to collect all the taxes from the village for ten years. When the sedan chair came over, I stabbed it with a knife, and the guy's intestines flowed to the ground. I ran away as soon as I saw something was done. After running for many years, I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance while eating a bowl of wonton in Wulipu, and turned around to report. The government actually took Lao Tzu into the sky prison. Hey, it was also lucky that such a thing happened and let Lao Tzu come out again!"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help showing a bit of complacency on his face.

The kid squatting on the threshold couldn't help but let out an "ah", which caused everyone to turn their heads to look at him.

But neither surprise nor horror.

It hurts.

It turned out that the child squeezed half of a cake in his hand and gnawed it while listening, but he was so engrossed in listening that he didn't notice that the cake was eaten to the end, and he bit his own finger with one bite, and cried out in pain.

The people around suddenly laughed.

"How can you still bite your hand after eating a cake?"

"How hungry is this?"

"How old are you, kid? What's your name? Have you also joined the Heavenly Sect? Are you worried about your parents if you don't go back at this hour?"

The child slowly retracted the finger he was biting just now, touched his head, looked a little shy, but spoke very crisply, and said: "I just turned thirteen, and I have no father or mother. No one named me, everyone called me 'Little Treasure', and the big brothers also called me 'Little Treasure'. Regardless of my young age, I have been a teacher for three or four years!"

Everyone was surprised immediately.

Xiao Bao probably also felt that being looked at by so many people was very honorable, and he couldn't help but straighten his back a little, and a smile appeared on his face. However, he was about to say something more, but as he straightened his back, his stomach let out a very uncoordinated "cuckoo" growl. The voice was quite loud, and many people heard it.

"Hahaha…"

Everyone laughed again.

At his age, when he was growing up, three meals a day were not enough.

What's more, I only ate half of the pancake just now

Xiaobao was a little embarrassed, and blushed suddenly, a sky braid was **** on top, and his head was buried in his knees.

However, at this time, a somewhat jerky and hoarse voice sounded next to him: "Do you still want to eat?"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Bao raised his head, and saw the half-broken pancake handed to him.

The hand holding the pancake was not considered clean, the palm was very wide, the knuckles of the fingers were also large, and it was even covered with old and new scars, but most of them were covered by the traces of dirt, so it was hard to see.

Looking along this hand, it was the same dirty prison clothes.

Just sit next to Xiaobao.

Even though most of his body was in the shadows, he looked like a tall and burly man. However, it wasn't until the moment he spoke that everyone noticed that there was such a person here.

Xiaobao is usually considered quick-witted and has a good memory, but at this moment he couldn't help being startled.

Because even he has no impression of this man.

Probably because he was imprisoned in the sky prison for too long, and he didn't have the opportunity to talk to others. His voice was like a rusty knife being ground on a whetstone, which made people uncomfortable.

The hair is also too long, blocking the face.

At first glance, you can't tell the depth, and it feels very ordinary.

Subconsciously, Xiao Bao took the pancake he handed over and thanked him.

Zhang Zhe hadn't taken a bite of the cake in his hand, and seemed to be handing it out, but at this moment he turned his wrist and took it back silently, but his eyes fell on the man who hadn't attracted the attention of others before.

Jiang Xuening glanced at Zhang Zhe first, with a smile on his lips, and then turned to look at Xiaobao again.

However, when his gaze fell on the child's finger, he couldn't help but froze.

Little Treasure was sitting on the outside, and there was a fire in the ruined temple, so it was not possible to get a lot of light on his side before. But when he stretched out his hand to take the cake from the man, he was just illuminated by the dancing fire.

Jiang Xuening saw his ring finger in a blink of an eye.

There was a small black mark on the left side next to the fingernail, but it was quickly blocked by other fingers, and it was impossible to judge whether it was a blood bubble from grinding, a birthmark, or a mark that was stuck somewhere...

She lowered her eyebrows slightly, looked at her ring finger, and what instantly came to mind was that their companions were practicing calligraphy while reading in Yangzhizhai, and they used their ring fingers to support the pen barrel of the brush, because their skills were not enough. , so there will always be a little ink on that side accidentally.

The kid from Tianjiao looked in rough clothes and linen, he didn't look like a literate person.

Her eyes flickered, and some thoughts came to her mind, but she suppressed them temporarily, did not ask, and did not say anything.

It was the man in the corner who finally caught the attention of others because of the handing of the cake.

Wearing a prison uniform, he must be a prisoner.

But now in this ruined temple, except for the person who came to rob the prison from the Heavenly Sect, everyone else came out of the prison, so I have no impression of such a person at all, and I don't know where he came from.

Someone was curious and wanted to ask his name.

Unexpectedly, the man who had ridiculed Zhang Zhe for drinking water and cleaning bowls for being a sissy, opened his eyes wide and looked at the unkempt man for a long time, his originally rather strong body couldn't help trembling a bit!

The uneaten biscuits fell to the ground.

His voice was full of horror, he stood up straight in horror, pointed at the man and said: "Meng, Meng, Meng, you are Meng Yang!"

Meng Yang? !

As soon as these two words came out, it can be said that the audience was shocked!

Almost all those who knew the name gasped. The prisoners who sat next to Meng Yang without paying attention and came out of the other prisons were even more horrified. They could hardly control their subconscious actions at that moment. Withdrew.

With this person as the center, they immediately spread out in a circle.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Xuening's eyelids twitched.

The name "Meng Yang" is really unfamiliar to her, she has never even heard of it, but there is no need to hear it at this moment, just looking at the reactions of the people around her, she knows that this person is definitely not a good person!

You know, these people are all from the prison.

Who has no life in hand?

However, seeing this person was like seeing a malevolent star, and there was a faint sense of fear born from the bottom of my heart!

How terrifying must this person be?

Zhang Zhe's eyes were on Meng Yang before, and he didn't know if he recognized him before, but he didn't react when he was told his name by others.

Others are completely different.

The Jiangyang thieves who had previously bragged about how they killed people and robbed goods all became dumb as if they had been slapped, and even bowed their hands respectfully to the man who was still sitting in the corner: " I didn't know that Meng and Yishi Meng were here before, so I'm really disrespectful, disrespectful!"

When calling him "Meng Yishi", there was an obvious pause in his words.

Guess also know is not how to call it.

righteous?

If you come home from the monk's temple with a Jie knife and chop up all 50 people in your family, it can also be called "righteousness". It's the "villain"!

Meng Yang seemed to let out a snort, he leaned back, didn't move the hair that blocked his face, leaned directly on the dilapidated door panel, closed his eyes, and didn't pay attention to these people at all. mean.

Everyone was a little embarrassed and a little scared.

There is also a matter of size in the prison, good people can't be ranked according to their seniority, but if they have done evil to Meng Yang's level, even they must be ranked first among the wicked.

Fortunately, at this time, Huang Qian, the incense master of the Tianjiao who had gone out to talk earlier, came back, but his face was not very good. He looked around at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Zhang Zhe, and said: "The brothers who walked through the east gate are still here. There is no news, and no one came here when I sent people along the way to see, I'm afraid something happened. Huang just discussed with the brothers in Jiaozhong. Since Master Zhang is here, he is not afraid that the court will send people to chase after him. Rest here for the night. The people who will come to meet you will arrive early in the morning. At that time, we will go to Tongzhou sub-helm together. It is safer there. The brave men who came out of the prison can also go to various places by water. I don't know what you guys think?"

Everyone who came out of the sky prison didn't speak, some subconsciously looked at Zhang Zhe, and some subconsciously looked at Meng Yang.

People are under the eaves, there is no room for them to talk here.

Meng Yang leaned back and did not move.

Hearing the word "Tongzhou sub-rudder", Zhang Zhe knew that this trip would be rewarding, nodded, and said calmly: "Since we leave the capital, we will listen to the leader's plan."

So everyone rested on the spot.

It's just that the place is really small and inconvenient.

The back hall of the dilapidated temple was separated by a wall, but there were two small rooms, one of which was barely enough to make half a bed, so Zhang Zhe asked for it very calmly.

Everyone's eyes naturally focused on him and Jiang Xuening.

No one objected.

It's just that when he took Jiang Xuening to the back, everyone turned their faces and looked at each other, but they all had a little tacit ambiguity: I still don't forget that at this time, it's really a blessing!

The ruined temple in the deserted village, probably other people have stayed here, or the former Tianjiao people have lingered here. The hut behind is simple and crude, and the bed can barely lie down.

Just a little messy.

Zhang Zhe didn't speak, and leaned forward to tidy up.

Jiang Xuening watched, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

When Zhang Zhe packed up and turned around, she remembered that she hadn't told him about Xiaobao, so she said, "Master Zhang, just now I-"

Zhang Zhe shook his head lightly at her.

Raising his hand and pointing in the direction outside, he could still faintly hear the voices of people outside.

Jiang Xuening then understood that walls have ears.

She was a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, she stretched out her right hand, pointed to the small piece on the left side of her ring fingernail, then made a movement of holding a pen, and then compared herself with someone who was a little shorter than herself in front of her. At the end, he put up a finger and made a braid on his head.

This gesture is somewhat puzzling.

Zhang Zhe looked at her for a long while, and finally understood what she meant, so he nodded.

It's hard to talk right now, but seeing him nodding, Jiang Xuening felt strangely that the person in front of him must have understood the meaning of his gestures, so he laughed along with him.

Only there is only one bed here.

She looked at it but was a little embarrassed, and she didn't know what to do.

Zhang Zhe's voice was very low, and he only said, "The second girl is sleeping here, and I'm at the door."

In the dark room, his brows and eyes were lowered along with his voice. There was nothing else to be seen on the taciturn and cold face at the moment, only a thin silhouette reflected the three-quarters of the moonlight coming in through the broken window, cutting into Jiang Xuening's heart like a knife.

It was the same in the previous life.

They finally found a place to live, but she is the empress and he is a foreign minister, so naturally there is only her sleeping place.

She didn't like the man at all at the time.

Going in to sleep on his own, he didn't want to care about the life and death of this person outside. I was so tired that I had a dream all night until dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw the faint sky light pouring in from the window.

She stretched and pushed open the door.

Then saw him at a glance.

The pedantic man was sitting on a chair by the wall, his eyelids were closed, and his dark official robe was stained by the morning mist, as if his color had gotten darker, as if he had been wet by the morning dew. chill.

She thought he was asleep.

Unexpectedly, the moment she pushed open the door, Zhang Zhe's slightly closed eyelids also opened and looked at her. It must have been sitting like this for a whole night, right? There were some drops of water on his eyelashes, but the bottom of his dark eyes was clear, and her figure was reflected in his pupils.

It was a truly beautiful morning.

The mist is light and agile.

The sky is light.

As a queen, she stood under the eyes of this courtier, but the high city wall in her heart collapsed at this moment, and something gently grabbed her, making her unable to break free again.

In the dark, Jiang Xuening looked at him boldly like never before, not afraid of being peeped into her deep secret.

She opened her mouth, not wanting him to stay up for another night.

But the opening was: "Then the lord will wait until I fall asleep before going out, okay?"

"..."

Zhang Zhe could not refuse after all.

She lay down on her side with her clothes on, facing the wall and her back to Zhang Zhe, but her heart was slightly swollen, and she felt that her mind was full of thoughts.

She thought it would be better to sleep for a while by herself, and ask Zhang Zhe to wake her up, and let him sleep instead.

But there were too many things that happened that night, and it made her too tired, just like the night in her previous life. She was really in a daze, and as soon as her head touched the old pillow, her consciousness became drowsy.

Sitting next to him, Zhang Zhe heard her breathing gradually become even.

Is already fast asleep.

It's just that the girl curled up in her sleep, probably because she felt a little cold. So he took off his robe, stepped forward silently, and gently covered her.

Some rough clothes accidentally touched the girl's neck.

She unconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it lightly, and turned half of her body very naturally.

There is a sweet aroma in the air.

Zhang Zhe still maintained the action of covering her with the outer robe, and at this moment, with the light that penetrated through, he could clearly see the person close at hand, with his closed eyelids, his small and delicate nose, and his soft lips.

She is such a person who is afraid of pain, suffering and death, how dare she kill herself for him...

I really want to ask her, does it hurt?

But he dare not.

At this moment, all the waves accumulated in Zhang Zhe's chest surged up, converging like a burning fire, causing his heart and lungs to ache.

There was a voice bewitching in my ear.

He gradually moved closer to her, approaching, his cheek almost touching her cheek, his lips almost falling to hers.

However, at the moment when he was about to touch it but didn't touch it, there was a sound like Hong Zhong Dalu in his mind, which made him uneasy and made him retreat!

In the darkness, he breathed restrainedly.

The moment he backed away, he realized what he was going to do just now, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, feeling awe-inspiring from the bottom of his heart: How dare he have such presumptuous thoughts!

Zhang Zhe's chest was throbbing violently, and when he left the room, he slapped himself when he went outside.

There was a soft "snap".

He closed his eyes slightly, and was blown by the wind outside, and finally regained some sober sanity and calmness.

At this moment, the people outside also curled up in a corner and fell asleep.

There was silence all around.

Only Meng Yang was sitting in front of the fire. Hearing the movement, he turned his head and looked at him. When he saw the finger prints left on Zhang Zhe's cold face, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and his expression became strange. A few points.