Light Dance Jiajing

"Tsk tsk tsk, you still have the leisure to take a dying man around to play, I really have a new respect for you." At this time a child's voice came out, and although the tone was a bit sarcastic, there was nothing special about it, but Meng'er was horrified. The voice seemed to come from hell. She would always remember that Zaiji was wearing a silver satin straight shirt with a ribbon tied around his waist, and was walking slowly towards them. He smiled warmly, and looked like a harmless and simple child.

Meng'er pulled Zaihou close to her and asked nervously, "What do you want to do?"

Zaiji walked over to Meng'er and sneered, "Seeing you guys are having so much fun, I want to join in too!"

At this time, the two servants who were guarding Meng'er saw that something was wrong and came closer. However, before they got close, several people suddenly appeared from the crowd. Before Meng'er could see the situation clearly, she saw that the two servants had been restrained. Without even a shout, they were taken downstairs. Meng'er said in shock and anger: "What are you doing? What do you want?"

Zaiji leaned on the railing and looked at the lake, saying slowly: "These two people are so useless, I don't know why you brought them out. Don't worry, I don't like to cause trouble, I just sent them away." Then he turned his head and looked at Meng'er seriously, "I just don't understand, since he ran away, you don't rush to take him to Miaojiang, and you still have the mood to travel here. Ha, I really don't understand you, are you really so careless, or don't care?"

Meng'er didn't expect Zaiji to ask her such a question. Since he asked it directly, Meng'er answered him: "Life is limited, isn't it good to enjoy life while you can?"

Zai Ji tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, "You think that even if he dies, he will have no regrets, right? Haha..." He turned and stared at Zai Hou, laughing even more wildly. He came in front of Zai Hou and said, "You won't live long, you don't know it yet, haha..."

Meng'er pushed Zaiji away and nervously pulled Zaihou and said, "This man is a lunatic, ignore him, and you can't believe anything anyone says except me."

Zaiji was not angry even though Meng'er pushed him hard. He just listened to him continue: "Your sister is the best at acting. You can't trust her words. If you don't believe it, look at your wrist. The black line will get longer and longer. When it reaches the position of your heart, you will be dead."

"Shut up...you lunatic...shut up..." Zai Ji's unbridled laughter was mixed with Mei'er's desperate cries. Zai Hou mechanically rolled up his sleeves. The small black spot on his wrist looked like a thread in the moonlight. He asked Mei'er why the small black spot had grown. Mei'er said that everyone has it, and it's as normal as a mole. But now he was really scared. Zai Hou called her sister in a trembling voice. Mei'er felt particularly helpless when she saw how frightened he was. Her heart sank to the bottom.

She couldn't make a scene, she couldn't let Zaihou see any clues. Mei'er forced herself to smile calmly, pulled Zaihou and said, "Hao'er, you've never seen a madman, right? This is what they look like. People like this are usually tied up with chains, for fear that they will come out and bite people like mad dogs. How pitiful! Haha, we actually ran into one today."

Zai Ji hated other people's pity the most, and his resentful eyes swept over immediately, revealing a murderous intent. Meng'er glared back without fear, and the meaning was very clear, you kill me, you are not afraid of death, so why should I be afraid? The two of them fought for only a moment, and Zai Ji withdrew his gaze angrily, killing you, huh, it's not that easy to die, you can't think of being free until I die. Since childhood, everyone fears death, but for Zai Ji, it is very much yearning. Why does he live so tired and unhappy? Every night when it is quiet, he always thinks of death. No one can understand this feeling that is worse than death. He often thinks that without a heartbeat, without breathing, without all senses, there will be no more curse-like pain, and this body will disappear. What a wonderful thing it would be, but he still survived. The only thing that kept him alive was hatred. He always remembered the miserable days he spent with his mother in his childhood, until he was thrown into the cold palace like garbage, where there was a group of crazy women who were guilty. The nanny in charge allowed these crazy people to bully him. He was only five years old at that time. People thought he would not live long, but he survived. The opportunities that followed were beyond his expectations. However, he still had only hatred in his heart. The deep hatred for Meng'er had already penetrated into his bones, so how could he let Meng'er die so easily? He wanted her to experience his pain doubly, and Meng'er also tasted the feeling of being worse than death.

Meng'er was really puzzled. Zai Ji had been exiled to the cold palace since he was a child. How could he have so many men under his command? How could he find this place in such a short time? Moreover, Zai Ji actually lived in the inn where they stayed. It was obvious that he had no good intentions. However, after Zai Ji moved in, except that Meng'er realized that her and Zai Hou's every move was monitored, the rest of the time when she met Zai Ji, he acted as if nothing had happened. He always smiled at Meng'er when he saw her. Meng'er knew that he was a killer and his psychological perversion was not ordinary. After Meng'er and Zai Hou lived in seclusion for a few days, she thought that the disaster could not be avoided, so she simply let him go and did what he had to do. He continued to take Zai Hou around to eat, drink and have fun.

Mei'er originally wanted to stay for a few days before going to Suzhou, but now the plague god has come, so she has to make other plans. Hangzhou has beautiful mountains and rivers. When the flowers bloom, the mountains and plains are full of blooming flowers. Mei'er pulled Zaihou and there was no need to look for them deliberately. She felt that there were scenery everywhere. The flowers on the shore and the reflections in the water showed their own beauty. Mei'er gently picked up an apricot flower and put it to her ear. She closed her eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the flowers blooming, feeling the flow of life and the breath of spring. A long-lost tranquility surged in her heart, and she couldn't help but chanting softly: "A pool of spring water surrounds the flowers, and the enchanting shadows of the flowers occupy the spring. Even if they are blown into snow by the spring breeze..."

"It is far better than being ground into dust on the southern road." Before Mei'er finished reciting, an inopportune voice continued. Mei'er opened her eyes suddenly. Zai Ji was pacing towards her. Zai Hou was quite afraid of Zai Ji's moody behavior. He shrank back and hid behind Mei'er. Mei'er frowned and looked at Zai Ji. Zai Ji seemed to be in a good mood and seemed to have come to enjoy the scenery. He picked up an apricot flower with a look of joy in his eyes and said, "The scenery here is really nice. You guys are good at finding places. Haha, since we meet, why not go on a tour together!"