Thorn Qing

[seven]

This is already the third noble daughter Ishikirimaru has met, and the adults arranged for him are indeed the daughters of important ministers. He feels that as long as he wants, that adult can arrange for the next unfavored princess to marry.

But Shiqieru really never thought about marriage, to be precise, he never thought about it before meeting Qing Jiang.He used to be a priest, and everyone in the shrine said that he was the person closest to God, not only in terms of distance, but even in temperament, he was like a god, and he treated all believers leniently, without desire, without desire, without life and death .At this moment, Ishikirimaru simply watched the opening and closing of the bright red and honey-colored lips of the lady opposite, and dealt with it politely.

"Master Ishikirimaru doesn't seem to be interested." The arrogance of the noble lady made her stop talking and offered to leave first, "Shu Sang Mingjiang *resigns."

Shiqiemaru was politely preparing to see off the guest, the name of this lady reminded him of Qing Jiang unconsciously.Ishikimaru always felt that something was wrong, Qingjiang shouldn't have appeared in his life, and he shouldn't be so concerned about a man whose identity is so different from his own.

It's not that he didn't suspect Qing Jiang, he had also thought about what Jiro said, how could there be such an easy life-saving grace, including the time Qing Jiang confessed his identity in front of him, which seemed suspicious.But Qing Jiang had already slept soundly in front of him, such trust made Shi Qieru feel that he was sorry for doubting Qing Jiang.

"If Lord Ishikirimaru has someone he likes, why didn't he report it to Lord Su?" Sang Mingjiang asked when he was leaving, "The scenery of the imperial capital is just when it is beautiful, if you really like someone, it is customary to take them to the temple to make a wish and ask for a lottery. Bar?"

Reporting to that adult is of course not acceptable, not to mention that Qing Jiang's identity is unknown, even if Qing Jiang's gender is placed there, his identity will never be seen in the light.What Ishikirimaru can do is to increase the frequency of his visits to Huajie. Occasionally, there will be a busy figure of Ao Jiang behind Mrs. Bamboo, and occasionally he will play a shamisen.

In this way, Qing Jiang made an appointment easily, Qing Jiang's surprised face flashed past, and he smiled slyly: "Then do I need to disguise myself, Master Ishikirimaru?"

Ishikimaru nodded: "Just call me Ishikieru."

Ishikirimaru also didn't expect Qing Jiang's so-called "transformation" to change the haori into a cloak, and the pale kimono and belt were covered under the cloak. Looking from the back, he thought it was a daughter of some family who was out for an outing. "Ishikieru!" He shook the handbag in his hand, with the blue ponytail dangling behind him, and stuffed the bag into Shikieru's hand, "Thank you for sending me to the hospital."

"Your injury...?" Shiqiemaru took the bag, and the aroma of snacks wafted from the tightly tightened mouth of the bag.

"It's just a slight bruise, and the bruises will soon dissipate." Qing Jiang didn't know whether the doctor in the medical center had told Shi Qiewan about his broken arm, so he answered lightly, "It's really a bit ruthless—why? Remember asking me to go to incense and make a wish?"

"I was originally a priest." Ishikirimaru couldn't tell Qing Jiang what he thought for a while, "The shrine here is very famous, so I want to worship it."

"It's really your style. I thought it was Ishikirimaru, you got the hang of it, and you want to imitate those young masters and girls." Qing Jiang smiled, "What is enshrined here is Izu can sell gods, and it is also You are the only one who would invite me here. I would go to the Marriage Shrine on a normal date, right?"

Shiqiewan stretched out his hand towards Qingjiang: "I always feel that you need to avoid disasters more now, Qingjiang."

Qingjiang smiled, and said in his heart that if you don't show up, I probably won't have any disasters befalling him. He grabbed Ishikirimaru's hand: "For a dishonest person like me, the gods will also forgive me. Is it a disaster?"

Ishikimaru didn't answer any more, he didn't know the answer either, from his heart he hoped that the light of the gods could shine on everyone, but who could guess what the gods meant?The closer you get to the position of the gods, the more frightened you are. That is the ability to turn your hands into clouds and your hands into rain. The game between gods never cares about the life and death of mortals!

It's like... Shen Shen and Su Xing.

Qingjiang had been pinched by Shiqiewan until his knuckles turned white, he tried to pull out his hand to no avail, and finally curled up his fingers and scratched Shiqiewan's palm.Shi Qieru suddenly came back to his senses, Qingjiang's wrist had already been pinched with bruised fingerprints, but Qingjiang just smiled, and moved down the hair band that was originally wrapped around his wrist to cover the scar. "Is this the disaster you brought?" Qing Jiang said lightly, "So serious, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Shi Qieru took a look at Qing Jiang, "The gods will definitely bless you."

"Then I will borrow your good words!" Qing Jiang tied the hair tie again, this time he did not take Ishikimaru's hand, but stood behind him, neither too close nor too far, slightly hanging Tou put all expressions into a smile.The two walked up all the way, the shrine was built on the mountainside, and there was still a long way to go.

Later Qing Jiang thought about it, that was probably the easiest way for him to walk, Shi Qieru walked in front, he followed behind, the tacit understanding between the two was more stable than anything else.

Worshiping the gods is always the same thing, Qingjiang stood outside the torii, waiting for Ishikimaru to come out.He doesn't believe in gods, but that doesn't stop him from awe of gods.He took out an orange from his sleeve, peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth, leaning against the torii in a daze.

Torii is a gate that separates believers of God from apostates.

When Shiqiemaru took the ema to the back of Qingjiang, Qingjiang still had the last few oranges in his hand, and he stuffed them all into Shiqiewan's mouth without any hassle, and even made a joke—the oranges were still slightly tinged. Sour, while Shiqie Wan likes sweet taste.

"Qing Jiang." Ishiki Maru swallowed the orange completely, and then put the Ema in Qing Jiang's hand, the Ema still carried the warmth of Ishiki Maru, and even a little sweat from the palm of his hand.Qing Jiang smiled slightly, he didn't have any wishes, even if he had, the gods couldn't fulfill them.

"Are you asking about my wish?" Qingjiang looked at Ishikimaru, and the words "Exemption from disaster" were written on one side of the ema, which was obviously written by Ishikimaru.Taking the cinnabar pen from Shikieru, Qing Jiang wrote down the words "Innocence retreats", thought for a while, and added "all evil gathers".What he imitated was the cursive script of the previous dynasty, and for a moment Ishikimaru couldn't understand what he wrote.

"I just hope that I can live in peace." Qing Jiang stuffed the Ema back into Ishikimaru's hands, "I'd better trouble the priest to tie it on for me."

Shiqiemaru responded, and handed Qing Jiang a lucky guard.

"Can't this thing be disassembled?" Qing Jiang half-jokingly took the guard and pretended to dismantle it.Shiqiewan grabbed his wrist and said solemnly, "Qingjiang."

"I see." Qing Jiang hung the guard around his waist, and the word "Luck" embroidered with gold thread was quickly covered by the cloak again, and the original tone dimmed, as if all the aura had been drained.

Qingjiang watched Ishikirimaru turn back and enshrine the Ema in front of the god. He didn't expect Ishikieru to be so enlightened that he went directly to ask for a relationship, and he never thought that he would tie a red ribbon on a tree like a noble lady to express his affection think. "In the final analysis, I am just a despicable person..." Taking advantage of every human weakness of Ishikirimaru, let him develop feelings for himself bit by bit-in the final analysis, what he does is no different from the girls in the Goulan, It's just that he was lucky enough not to have to sacrifice his body.

"What a good man..." Qing Jiang looked towards the foot of the mountain, and the white mist of the abyss was about to swallow him.

When the mountain wind blew, Ishikimaru ran down from the shrine again. A few times back and forth made his brow drip with sweat. Qingjiang took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and suddenly froze: "I am the one who crossed the border." gone."

Before Shiqiewan had time to react, Qing Jiang had withdrawn his hand, and he asked in a low voice: "What do you think is the difference between gods and humans? Why can they judge the life and death of others from above?"

His voice was almost dissipated in the wind, Shiqie Wan didn't hear clearly for a while, until Qing Jiang sighed and started to walk down the mountain, then he chased after him a few steps: "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly."

"Why can't I become a god?" Qing Jiang seemed to be talking to himself.

Shi Qiewan was stunned for a moment, he thought that Qing Jiang's words had some deep meaning: "Gods can abandon emotions and desires, and control the trajectory of stars, of course they are different from humans."

"Is it really the reason..." Qing Jiang couldn't hear the change of emotion in his words, he turned his back to Shi Qieraru, and held his hand.He suddenly remembered the evaluation of Shen Shen, the person who taught him the art of assassination with a voice as hoarse as a broken gong: "Too much hostility, ghosts and gods are unpredictable."

Shiqiemaru only felt that Qingjiang's hand was cold for a while, and he was about to say "I'm joking", but the admiration for the gods made him unable to say anything, he only heard Qingjiang's voice mixed with the wind: "Then I He's already half a god..." He turned his head and said what Ishikimaru hadn't said yet, "I'm just kidding."

Who is the god who was pulled into the world?

"Er Jiali is back." Yugang—one of the bald men trained by Mrs. Zhu—smiled at Qingjiang, and was about to report to Mrs. Zhu when he entered.Qing Jiang could see that this little girl liked him a little, if he was free, he might redeem her and bring her home if he softened his heart.Which one in the Luanwu Pavilion is not a human spirit, and Yugang also knows what his future destiny is. In addition to deliberately showing affection for Qingjiang, it is more likely to smell the unusual relationship between Mrs. Bamboo and Erjiali: the two It's not superior or inferior, and there will be no physical relationship. If you have to say it... like a lone traveler who has to be tied together after reaching a temporary agreement.

Qingjiang faintly heard another bald cold sparrow joking with Yugang, and after a while Yugang lifted the curtain: "Madam calls you in." The moment he passed by Qingjiang, Yugang said softly: "I'm ashamed of my sister's mood!" not good."

How can a pregnant woman feel better?Presumably the father of the child has already been buried in some coffin and buried in the ancestral grave?Qing Jiang thought regretfully, and when he walked in, he could smell the smell of smoked moxa, mixed with the aroma of women's powder, so strong that he couldn't hide it. "Miss shame." Qing Jiang raised his eyebrows, "Since you want to protect the child, don't use makeup."

"Even you can see it?" Mrs. Bamboo was lying on the imperial concubine chair, with three thousand black hairs almost hanging down to the ground, her unpainted face was no longer sharp and flamboyant as before, and the heavy twilight on her body made the corners of her still radiant eyes lose color It's like the old lady in the tall mansion who is so heartbroken that she can only survive year after year.

Qingjiang went up to cover her with a blanket. Peacock green blankets are extremely rare, and Mrs. Bamboo's admirers spent a lot of money to bring them back from foreign lands and gave them to her. No matter how warm the blanket is, how can it warm a cold heart? Woolen cloth?Before leaving Mrs. Zhu's room, Qing Jiang still pushed the window open, and put the scented powder into the dowry.

"Qingjiang." Mrs. Zhu stopped him, "Is it my fault?"

"My sister," Qing Jiang burned some wormwood again, "I'll go to Yaoyan to ask for a pair of abortion medicine, it's still too late."

Behind him, Mrs. Bamboo buried her tear-stained face into the blanket, and she was abandoned again, for the unattainable warmth she wanted.

Mrs. Zhu didn't ask Qingjiang to help again, Qingjiang was also sensible, knowing that Mrs. Zhu didn't want to see him, so he stayed in Zongsan's room all day long to fight against him, so as not to kill himself.

When Yugang pushed through the door and found Qingjiang, he had just finished a fight with Zongsan, and the marks of the bamboo knife still remained on his back. He raised his head and drank the tea that Zongsan handed him, and the muscles on his back contracted and stretched, with clear lines.As soon as Qing Jiang turned his head, he saw her crying face, stepped back a few steps and put on his clothes: "Did you hear what was said outside?"

Yugang nodded: "They said, you..." After all, you are a little girl, and you can't say such vulgar words, Yugang bit his lip, "You are doing the work of a young lady."

"I do like men." Qing Jiang patted her on the shoulder.Rather than saying that Qingjiang likes men, it is better to say that he has no "human" feelings. If a lie can solve a lot of troubles, Qingjiang doesn't mind telling it at all.

Zong San shook his head, the original Qing Jiang was like this, he can imitate any kind of emotion, so he is the best knife.But after meeting Ishikirimaru, the emotion belonging to "humanity" revived in him, even if it was a little soft-hearted, it was a real emotion, and it could not be faked, such Qingjiang...will be abandoned, right?

"I won't say much, I am looking for you." After all, it was the little girl, Yugang bit her lip stubbornly, the tears still slipped down, she hurriedly reached out to wipe it, and the tears had covered her face not long after.Qingjiang patted Yugang on the shoulder, said hello to Zongsan and was about to leave.

Zong Sanmi squinted those strange-colored eyes, and there was something sharp in his tone: "You are a weapon, don't forget this."

Qing Jiang stopped in his tracks and smiled wryly: "Thank you, Zong San."

Oiran's parade is usually inseparable from the festival, but it is the norm in Luanwu Pavilion, especially this time, a large number of bald and new creations have been replaced, and the intention of parading is self-evident.There are singing and dancing everywhere, and the budding girls are wearing brocade clothes and revealing a large piece of jade-like skin, leading the way in front, the carriage pulls the oiran to perform on it, and the servants sprinkle petals on the side, leaving behind the residual flowers that have been crushed by the ruts along the way. , most of the girls at the end are old, looking forward to a chance encounter that can save their fate.

"Sister Gui, you just serve the sword as usual." Lengque handed him the dagger and asked him to put it away, and asked him to hold a big sword and stand at the corner of the parade float for the sake of looking good.Standing in the other corner was a boy, apparently no older than fifteen, holding a long piano, lowering his head to show his slender fingers.

"Isn't there a sword servant boy?" Qing Jiang lowered his voice, he seemed too incompatible with the boy.

"Sister ashamed, it's better for you to use it smoothly. You have to go when it's settled in the morning." Leng Que knocked on his head, "Yu Gang cried just now, I have to comfort her, at worst you bend your legs for a while, and then No one will look at you."

makes sense.Qingjiang didn't speak any more, but he was a little regretful that he couldn't bring his best wielder Wakizashi on this human-shaped sword holder. He hugged the Odachi tightly, and felt that it was not much different from the magic sword enshrined in Ishikirimaru.To be honest, it's colder in the car, so it's better to sprinkle flower petals underneath to gain some popularity.

The piano attendant finally looked up at him, and quickly lowered his head to play with his zither. The pair of fake nails were put on his fingers, as if unintentionally showing his claws at Qing Jiang.Qing Jiang didn't even have time to see his expression clearly before the grand ceremony began.Mrs. Bamboo sat on a raised platform in the center of the float, her eyebrows and eyes were outlined by fat stones, and under the dim lights, no one could see her expression clearly, only a blurry silhouette remained.Subconsciously, Qing Jiang looked at her flat stomach—in fact, it was still hard to tell if she had children this month, so Qing Jiang turned his face away and chose to believe that Mrs. Zhu had already drank the bowl of abortion pills.

The piano attendant sat down, and his slender fingers made a crackling sound on the zither strings.

The iron cavalry protruded with swords and guns.

Qing Jiang had already kept up with the rhythm of the music, and the moment the short knife slipped out of its sheath, he held it in his hand and threw it towards the sky with both hands. Mrs. Bamboo reached out to catch the knife and the sheath covered with precious stones, revealing that she was wearing a gold-plated knife. The lotus arms of the arm armor stand up like a long sword recorded in an ancient painting and offered in front of the tablet.

Mrs. Bamboo stepped on the flower platform with bare feet, and the witty boys strenuously sprinkled the pomegranate-coloured coral-colored petals, stepping on the nodes of the zither, and Mrs. Bamboo stepped on the round platform, making dull drumbeats—the round platform itself was a giant wall. The exquisiteness and exquisiteness of Luan Wu Ge's mind can be seen from the drum surface of the drum.

Qing Jiang no longer has the heart to look at Mrs. Zhu's flying sleeves and skirt. He has seen such scenes in previous years, even as a spectator once. At that time, Mr. Shen stood beside him and said with a smile, "I give you You Er Jiali's name, do your job well, one day you will stand in this position and watch the new oiran dance this dance."Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Hachisuka and Kasen, followed his position, and naturally saw Ishikirimaru and Jiro beside him.Shi Qieru also saw him, and nodded slightly to him, Qing Jiang smiled, straightened his back and hugged the Otachi tighter.

When the zither tune suddenly raised a key, Qing Jiang turned to look at Mrs. Zhu. There should not have been a change of tone here. Mrs. Zhu staggered in the original rotation, and the skirt blooming like a flower suddenly withered, and it went straight to the audience The Qingjiang fell!

Qing Jiang took two steps back, caught Mrs. Zhu's slender waist, and looked closer to see that her eyeliner and rouge were too thick, and her eyes lost their luster.But Qingjiang didn't care about her, he twisted her right wrist, the short knife landed on the drum, and pierced straight in. "This kind of thing hurts others and hurts yourself, sister." Qing Jiang put her down, "you'd better play the pipa well."

Mrs. Bamboo pursed her lips and said nothing, but the qin waiter ran up and silently gave Mrs. Zhu a hand. The parade was not over yet, how could the oiran be absent in the middle?

Qing Jiang was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head and was about to pick up the dagger.The moment he lowered his head, Qin Shi's eyes suddenly burst into a fierce light, and he was pushed down hard——

Qing Jiang clearly heard him say "How dare you", the voice was gnashing his teeth, like a volcano about to erupt in the forbearance.Reasoning and questioning with this kind of person is unreasonable, Qing Jiang thought for a moment when he fell to the ground, and quickly hugged the Odachi to protect his head.Even so, some people stepped on his hair or kicked him on the back, Qing Jiang couldn't stand up for a while, the situation in front of him overlapped with the most humiliating period, as if it was going to suffocate him.

What appeared in front of him was a pair of dark clogs, and the hem of the dark green bathrobe dangled in front of him. Ishikimaru squatted down in front of Qing Jiang, obviously squeezing all the way to his side.Qingjiang was stunned, then grabbed Ishikimaru's outstretched hand and stood up. Ishikimaru picked up the big sword for Qingjiang very naturally. The back method is more suitable.

"Aren't you with those officials?" Qing Jiang dusted off the dust on his body, "Being with me will lower your style-I mean, even if you walk side by side, you will think I am inferior?"

"Qingjiang." Ishikimaru pulled him in his direction, "You were pushed down by someone?"

"Yeah, that kid probably thought I was taking the opportunity to get close to Mrs. Bamboo." Qing Jiang straightened his clothes, "Anyway, I've already placed orders, why don't we go and see other things?" Looking at Shiqiewan With a hesitant look, Qing Jiang smiled and said, "Could it be that this is the first time Master Ishikirimaru?"

"Before I came to the imperial capital, I spent time in the shrine." Ishikimaru's serious expression made Qing Jiang feel embarrassed, "It is indeed the first time I have seen such a grand scene." Qing Jiang smiled and added, "You are already beautiful standing there."

"Say that to the little girls now, they will roll up their sleeves and throw rocks at you." Qing Jiang raised his eyebrows at Shiqie Wan, "Then when the floats are all over, I'll show you the places in the imperial capital." Let's have a grand party."

Even if they were just waiting for the float to pass by, Qingjiang and Ishikimaru waited for a few incense sticks. After the oiran came the young Bald and Xinzao, with all kinds of buns, as if all the beauties in the world gathered here. The clothes flowed past their eyes like running water, and the girls' limbs were like flying butterflies.Shiqiewan watched with relish, but Qingjiang was a little tired.

"It's a young girl after all." Qing Jiang stretched behind him, "I'm a little sleepy..."

"En?" Ishikirimaru turned his head to look at Qing Jiang.

"If you've been in the imperial capital for a long time, you'll feel that it's nothing more than that." Qingjiang didn't go to see Ishikirimaru, "Beautiful girls will grow up every year and then be bought away or go silent, and the grand banquet will come and go. With these few performances, the flowers are similar every year."

The crowd gradually dispersed, Qing Jiang's side face was covered by long hair, Shiqie Maru wanted to find out the expression on his side face, but finally pressed down.Noticing his gaze, Qing Jiang smiled slightly, took out a pack of snacks from his sleeve, poured a plum into his mouth, and took out another pack for Shiqie Wan: "Honey-stained."

Shiqiewan took the plum from Qingjiang's hand, but Qingjiang didn't go to hold his hand, so he just followed behind Qingjiang. "Actually, there are not many activities. When I was a child, I would think about fishing for goldfish or buying some small animals to raise. A maltose can be held in my mouth for a long time without melting... But now I have no interest."

Shiqiemaru really wanted to tell him that he was quite interested, Qingjiang smiled at him as if he saw through him: "I know you want to go, so I will show you around."

Along the way, Qingjiang bought Shiqiewan apple candy with his meager change of money. The throwing pot and shooting overcame made Shiqiewan win a bunch of colorful and useless small gifts, and led him to catch goldfish a few times. Several times, Shiqiewan broke the paper bag, but Qingjiang squatted down, and after a few times, both of them had goldfish hanging from their wrists.

"This is the life of ordinary people in the imperial capital," Qingjiang shook the goldfish in his hand, and Shiqiewan insisted that he catch one for himself, "the bright side."

Shi Qieru had to admit that what Qing Jiang said was the truth, the dark side that Qing Jiang didn't mention, he saw a corner of that side when he turned into the alley of Ranwu Pavilion.There are singing and dancing in the daytime, and there are filth in the night.The two of them were speechless for a while, Qingjiang didn't feel embarrassed, Shiqiewan followed behind him, and slowly uncovered the thin paper covering the apple candy, biting the bright red sugar coating, Qingjiang turned his head: "Not bad, isn't it?" ? The icing here is the thickest, and the honey used is the best..."

Qing Jiang's voice gradually became low. To Shiqie Wan, it can only be regarded as a low-grade candy.Qingjiang reached out to snatch the stick with apples from his hand, but Shiqiemaru didn't let go, he could only watch Qingjiang withdraw his hand, and couldn't hide his disappointment in his tone: "I forgot, I didn't come out with Zongsan." Then Qing Jiang stood on tiptoe and took a bite of the icing, and sighed again: "As expected, the taste is not as good as usual."

Shiqiewan stared at Qingjiang's lips, maybe he was originally interested in Qingjiang, maybe Qingjiang's lips stained with syrup looked sweeter than candy in the night, Shiqiewan grabbed Qingjiang's hand, lowered his head and kissed it his lips.

Qing Jiang was more embarrassed than him, and Shikieraru could even feel Qing Jiang's hands trembling.He suddenly pulled the whole person out, and took a few steps back. The emotions hidden in his eyes suddenly burst out. Qing Jiang stretched out his hands to cover his face, but he couldn't cover the red roots behind his ears. He almost fell to the ground in panic. .

Ishikimaru just looked at him quietly, his eyes reflected the street lights.And when he stretched out his hand to pull Qingjiang, both of them froze, Shiqiemaru rubbed his nose embarrassingly, Qingjiang recovered from his gaffe, and said nothing.

It was Qing Jiang who broke the embarrassing situation with a low laugh, and rubbed his hands: "Go and eat something, I haven't eaten anything since this afternoon, and I smell a familiar smell." Qing Jiang took a deep breath He took a deep breath and walked towards a small shop with lanterns hanging on the corner.

It is impossible to smell the so-called "familiar smell" from Qingjiang so far away. It is a ramen shop, and the owner is naturally someone familiar with Qingjiang.Qing Jiang opened the curtain, and the shop owner with a blindfold on one eye greeted him: "Long time no see, Qing Jiang, can't you say that this outfit is chic*?"

"I'm just an ordinary person who comes to eat noodles, and I can't compare to your Candlestick Chef, who is more elegant and chic." Qing Jiang pointed two fingers at Candlestick Cut, "Two bowls of your secret signature noodles, one bowl is not spicy."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Candlestick pulled the stool away for him, "Sit down first, I'll go see if the soup is boiled."

Qingjiang did sit down unceremoniously, and Shiqiemaru sat next to Qingjiang.The location of this store is remote, but the owner does not seem to care at all, and strives to achieve the "chic" he pursues in every part of the interior. The walls are painted with splashed ink landscapes, and the tables and chairs made of camphor wood are like The gossip array is generally arranged, and even the ends of the chopsticks in the chopstick bucket are gilded with a layer of gold.Shiqiemaru recalled carefully, the clothes the shopkeeper was wearing just now were brocade with dark patterns, well cut, and the water glistened on the black background.

"Guangzhong opened this kind of small shop just out of interest." Qing Jiang pulled out a pair of chopsticks, "He appraises and collects antiques, if it weren't for two greedy people in the family, he wouldn't let me go to appreciate them often."

"That happened many years ago." Candlestick cut brought a bowl of noodles with red oil floating in front of him, "I don't know which little devil insisted on coming to my shop to beg Bai Lai and Xiao Gu Li to snatch it." food."

Shi Qiewan was stunned, hearing this, Candlestick Qie and Qing Jiang had known each other for a long time.Qing Jiang urged Candlestick Cut to get food for Shiqiewan, taking advantage of the moment Candlestick Cut back into the back kitchen, he explained: "Candlestick Cut Guangzhong used to be the opposite door to my house. Cooking." A smug smile appeared on his face, "The two of them have enjoyed the treatment of third-rank officials since they were seven or eight years old."

Shikieru thought about himself as a fourth-rank Honglu Temple Qing*, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.Fortunately, Candlestick Cut brought another bowl of noodles. Skimming off the red oil, the soup was clear, and the noodles were smooth, with green onion and shredded pork dotted on it. The noodles that made people move their index fingers relieved the embarrassment. Here, I am impressed by the craftsmanship of candlestick cutting with just one bite.

"I knew you would be like this." Shi Qiewan raised his head, but it was not Qing Jiang who spoke.Candlestick cut did not know where to take a clip to slightly clamp Qing Jiang's bangs to avoid falling into the soup, Qing Jiang did not refuse, showing a small part of his burned face.

For some reason, Shiqiewan felt a little restless.

"Thank you, Guangzhong, for saving me from the secret path at that time." Qing Jiang carefully blew away the chili oil and took a sip of the soup, "Eating the noodles you made always feels like going back to that time."

"Don't make it sound like you're a down-and-out dude, that's not cool at all." Candlestick laughed, his golden eyes like Qing Jiang's were shining brightly, "You've survived the hardest years, haven't you? Even when you were at your worst, you never owed me money once."

Qing Jiang waved his hand as if to stop Candlestick from continuing, Candlestick had already opened the stool and sat between the two of them: "I think this lord would like to hear it, too?"

Qing Jiang smiled noncommittal, Shi Qie Wan wanted to explain, but the words were spinning on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't say anything.Candlestick smiled as if it was a tacit agreement from both parties. He took the tea on the table and poured himself a cup, then pointed to his blindfold: "Here, I was also burned."

"The fire has been burning for so long, I originally hid in the secret passage," Qing Jiang picked up another chopstick noodle, "every few hours I use my hand to test how hot the box is...it is so hot that it is impossible to get out. Yes Guangzhong found the mechanism to open the door and carried me out, but both of us were injured by the falling beams, and I was crushed on the back... When I got up, someone threw kerosene in, and my face was like this What is ruined, Guangzhong is the eyes."

Candlestick smiled awkwardly: "I have to keep one of your blood anyway, isn't it..."

Qing Jiang touched Candlestick's eyes through the blindfold: "Last time I said that it was Kurigara who begged you to come and save me."

Guilt is naturally there, and for some unknown reason, Shikimaru grabbed Qing Jiang's hand that was touching the candlestick and stood up abruptly. He finally had the courage to speak to Qing Jiang: "Qing Jiang, I..."

Candlestick was taken aback by him, Qing Jiang smiled at him, and pulled his hand back from his hand: "Before confessing to me, maybe you should apologize to Guangzhong first."

Qingjiang moved the ladder and climbed up the stairs, turning briskly onto the ridge of the roof. His shadow swept across the tiles and left deep and shallow marks. Finally, Qingjiang stopped and waved to Ishikirimaru behind him: "Mitsutada is the last one." The innocent one who was implicated has apologized to him?"

Shi Qieraru's eyes flickered and he didn't dare to look at him, he did apologize to Candlestick, but Candlestick just smiled and said, "It's not cool to vent your anger over this kind of thing" and let him climb up the ladder.He looked at Qing Jiang's figure, like an unpredictable cat walking in the dark night.The ladder creaked because it couldn't bear his strong force. When Shiqieru noticed, Qingjiang had already turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.After a while, Qingjiang laughed softly, stretched out his hand and pulled Shiqiemaru up to the roof: "Your feet are not suitable for climbing ladders, Guangzhong doesn't know."

With Qingjiang's strength, Shiqiewan got up to the ridge of the roof, and Qingjiang dexterously walked in front, deliberately stepping on the tiles on the ridge with a "click".Shiqiemaru walked slowly behind him, "Qingjiang, I'm sorry. I'm..."

"A member of the Santiao family." Qingjiang stood still with a smile, he turned his head with his back turned, Shiqiemaru couldn't see his expression clearly.

"You know everything?" Ishikimaru asked in a low voice.

"Zong San has investigated the people around Mrs. Zhu." Qing Jiang sat down with his legs propped up against the ridge of the roof, his legs tucked tightly by his side, "You are a new face, and the three breaths on your body are too heavy, so it is not difficult to find out."

"Is it so obvious..." Ishikimaru just felt embarrassed, and thinking about Zongsan's indifferent behavior towards him, it seemed understandable.

Qingjiang smiled wryly: "To be honest, after knowing that you are from the Santiao family, I regretted meeting you."

Shiqiewan only felt his body stiffen, Qingjiang moved close to his body, so close that he could almost feel his breath: "Why are you so gentle? Shiqiewan, you are the one who gave me hope, and you are the one who broke it... ..." Qing Jiang looked away again, he actually brought up a jug of wine, and took a sip of wine into the spout.

"When did you know?" Ishikimaru didn't dare to look at his face again.

"He told me after he took you to see Zongsan." No, in fact, I knew it earlier, as early as the day you entered the imperial capital.The mixed truth is the easiest to believe, and Qingjiang almost believed it himself, "Sanjo...you are actually the priest there..." Qingjiang pushed a handful of Shiqiewan, "Give me the knife."

Seeing Ishikirimaru tightening the belt of the big sword with an expression on the face of an enemy, Qingjiang laughed dumbly: "I want to hold it by myself, if I want to die, I will not choose an unsharp sword."

Ishikieru didn't relax for a long time, and Qing Jiang also knew that it was impossible for him to snatch the Datachi from Ishikieru's hand with strength alone, so he turned around and sat back: "I also know that I can't blame you for this, and Sanjo doesn't want to enter the secular world." Lie? Otherwise, I wouldn’t let you join the game, Mikazuki, who claims to have the talents of the world, the once-in-a-century general Kohumaru, and the prodigy Jinjian... Which one is not more suitable than you, an unsophisticated guy like you?"

Shiqiemaru could only respond with "hmmmm" twice.

"Guangzhong also forgive you, right?" Qing Jiang lifted the jug and shook it in front of him, "Then I have no reason not to forgive you. I will forgive you after doing this jug."

Shi Qiewan was stunned, Qing Jiang flicked his wrist again: "You don't want to drink? Do you want to be hated by me so much? You really don't want to lose face..." Shi Qie Wan grabbed the jug in Qing Jiang's hand and took a sip—

There is no trace of wine, it is a pot of white water.

Looking up again, Qing Jiang had a half-smile expression on his face, and stretched out his hand to give Ishikirimaru a smooth ride: "If the destruction of a family is really that simple, the emperors of all dynasties would not have to work so hard to fabricate charges. The Qing Jiang family It’s blocking the way, but it’s not the one that came out of the mountain—the royal family has made efforts, and those who don’t like it will naturally make trouble, and even you will be used as a shield, right?”

Qing Jiang's hair fluttered in front of his forehead, and the corners of his clothes made a small sound in the wind. Shi Qiewan looked into his eyes, and the touch of gold could almost penetrate his heart.Qing Jiang sees too clearly