The bad ending of the book rushes to catch up with the plot, and the crazy criticism of awakening ta

"In three days, she only got one white handkerchief? This quality is just the most common pattern in Kyoto. Is this how you do things, Lingfeng?" Wen Xiangzhu casually threw the white handkerchief on the table and tapped it with his fingers, somewhat impatient.

Song Qinghong would only stay in Ningyuan City for seven days. Three days had already passed, and there were still four days left. He overestimated Shen Jiayu.

Ling Feng knelt heavily on the ground with a thud, bowed his head and said sincerely: "Sir, I am guilty. Please punish me, and please give me a chance to atone for my sins."

He also felt wronged. When he received the task, Zhao Ji did not tell him what the specific task was. He only said that Shen Jiayu should go to Song Qinghong and bring back some things. He thought that Wen Xiangzhu never had any interest in women, but treated Song Qinghong differently.

Not only did he go out of the city to rescue people personally, he also hired people to keep an eye on the inn at all times. Naturally, he had a good impression of Song Qinghong, so he asked Shen Jiayu to ask for some personal belongings, but they really couldn't figure out Wen Xiangzhu's thoughts.

"Take the punishment yourself. I will let you atone for your sins in the future. Now let Shen Jiayu come to see me." Wen Xiangzhu's patience is limited.

Lingfeng stepped back and went to find Shen Jiayu.

Zhao Ji was worried about Wen Xiangzhu's safety and wanted to say something but was stopped by Wen Xiangzhu. "You don't have to say anything more. You have investigated Shen Jiayu's identity five times. There is no problem. The only difference is that his personality seems to have changed. It is said that a person's personality will change drastically after experiencing life and death. I think Shen Jiayu is the same."

"Yes, maybe so, but you still have to be more careful, sir." Zhao Ji was still a little worried and said a few more words.

Shen Jiayu was ordered to come to the 13th floor of Qingyi. Hearing the order that he was to meet Wen Xiangzhu, he felt nervous but also a little excited. He carefully put on the hidden hairpin.

The structure of the Thirteenth Floor of Qingyi is complicated. On the surface, it is a teahouse, but in fact it is Wen Xiangzhu's hiding place. When it was originally set up, no one thought it would be too complicated. After all, he is the third male character. It was just mentioned at the end that the Thirteenth Floor of Qingyi is the hiding place of Young Master Hanshan. Only those with high positions and powers in the Qiongling Pavilion know the way to enter the dark room.

Now, Shen Jiayu has to rely on someone to lead the way, and the person leading the way is Lingfeng. Shen Jiayu is blindfolded with a black cloth and follows Lingfeng by listening to the sound.

"We're here. You can take off the black cloth. I can only take you here." Lingfeng waited for Shen Jiayu to tear off the black cloth and pointed out a direction for her.

Shen Jiayu looked in the direction he pointed. The corridor in front of him was pitch black, like a giant beast from the abyss that would swallow people if they were not careful.

This is where Wen Xiangzhu lived in the early days. Fortunately, I did not write it in a crazy way. Wen Xiangzhu still has some humanity. There is still a chance to rewrite his future.

Lingfeng left the lantern in his hand and left alone.

Shen Jiayu picked up the lantern and walked inside carefully step by step until he saw a glimmer of light in a room. Then he stopped and raised his hand to knock on the door tentatively.

"Boom boom boom——"

No one responded from inside. Shen Jiayu listened at the door for a while. There was no sound from inside. She stepped back and said loudly, "Sir, I, Shen Jiayu, am here to see you."

Still no one responded, but the door suddenly opened.

The light in the room shone on Wen Xiangzhu's face, like a work of art, but the eyes staring at Shen Jiayu were as dark as the abyss of a cold pond, and his whole face was full of sinisterness.

"Enter."

Just one short word stirred up a thousand waves in Shen Jiayu's heart. Her heart was beating wildly and her blood was beating faster. She was afraid uncontrollably.

It has come to this point, no matter how scared you are, you have no choice but to go in.

Shen Jiayu closed the door and turned around to kneel. He had to kneel sooner or later, so he might as well kneel down early. "Master, what do you want?"

Wen Xiangzhu was hidden in the candlelight, his expression was obscure, he tapped his bony hands on his legs gently, and said with a joking smile: "Don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

Shen Jiayu's mind was racing. She was exhausted these past few days, but nothing happened to her. Why did Wen Xiangzhu look like he was out to blame her?

He lowered his head and secretly glanced at Wen Xiangzhu out of the corner of his eye, and an idea suddenly came to him.

It’s a step-shaking ornament!

Wen Xiangzhu has been paying close attention to Song Qinghong recently, and nothing can be hidden from him.

Thinking of this, Shen Jiayu hurriedly took out Song Qinghong's Hibiscus Warm Jade Hairpin from his body, knelt on the ground, moved forward, and presented it with both hands.

"This is Miss Song's hairpin. I find it very unique. Three days ago, Lord Lingfeng ordered me to approach Miss Song and look for her personal belongings. That day, I obtained a white handkerchief and a hairpin. I have already given the white handkerchief to Lord Lingfeng, but this hairpin is precious. I have a selfish reason to keep it, in case Miss Song asks about it in the future and I have no hairpin to explain."

I hope Wen Xiangzhu can accept this explanation.

Wen Xiangzhu lowered his eyes and looked at the hairpin in Shen Jiayu's hand. The warm jade reflected the candlelight and had a bright color. It was made by a famous craftsman in Kyoto and was very expensive.

With this hairpin, Song Qinghong, the daughter of the Prime Minister of Kyoto, and I have a connection. Shen Jiayu cannot die yet, as Song Qinghong still needs her.

Wen Xiangzhu retracted his gaze, the sinister look in his eyes disappeared, and he said lightly, "Raise your head."

Shen Jiayu obeyed obediently, looking up at Wen Xiangzhu. After a while, she was immersed in his beauty and completely forgot about her fear. This man seemed to be born with charm. Just looking at him quietly made people fall into it uncontrollably and unable to extricate themselves.

I don't know if Song Qinghong likes Wen Xiangzhu. I have to find a good time to test her. Someone has to take this crazy guy in.

Wen Xiangzhu stared at her without saying anything. Shen Jiayu's knees ached slightly as she knelt, and she didn't dare to speak.

Suddenly, a slightly cold hand pinched her chin, and the thumb gently stroked her skin.

Shen Jiayu didn't dare to make any expression, but alarm bells were ringing in her heart. The atmosphere was indeed a bit ambiguous. She had seen the appearance of the person who traveled through the book. He was ordinary, exactly the same as her own face. It was very suitable to be a killer here. People with ordinary looks would least attract other people's attention.

If Wen Xiangzhu had no interest in her or no need for her, then the rest of the result would be...

You don't want to kill me!

Thinking of this, Shen Jiayu's fear came back and he began to tremble all over.

"Oh, that's right." Wen Xiangzhu sneered, loosened his hand, took the white handkerchief to wipe his hands clean, and then threw the handkerchief on Shen Jiayu's face.

Shen Jiayu was speechless, angry but not able to say anything. This was only the case here. If it were in modern times, Wen Xiangzhu would definitely be beaten to death.

"Sir, Ruan Shuhui is here and she is looking for you." Ling Feng suddenly appeared and reported.

"Take her to Wei De Tea House and let her wait." Wen Xiangzhu said in a low voice with disgust on his face.

Then he looked at Shen Jiayu, cold as a glacier, "Take your things and get out."