Chapter 115 Warm to Hot Wet Too Hot

Hearing this analysis, Chen Pipi was startled, then became angry, feeling hurt by his self-esteem. His face darkened and stared at Ning Que without admitting anything. He lowered his voice and scolded coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, otherwise don't blame me." You will slap you to death with one palm. Don't take out your little cleverness!"

The fat genius boy looked solemn, and he really had a bit of a cold look at the world. However, Ning Que leaned against the wall, looked at him with a smile, and suddenly asked, "Have you ever killed someone?"

Chen Pipi opened her mouth slightly, trying to answer a few arrogantly, but couldn't say it, so she had to lower her head to look at her toes.

Ning Que looked at him with an interesting look and continued to ask, "Have you ever killed a cock?"

Chen Pipi lowered her head and put her hands behind her back, touched her fingertips with difficulty, pursing her lips tightly and refused to answer this question, twisting her fat body left and right, like a dead child who was wronged and injured and self-esteem. .

Ning Que laughed, looked at him and sighed, "I think that except for trampling a few ants on the road, your white and tender hands have never even touched a blood star... Then don't learn from others to use life and death This kind of thing threatens people, and it doesn't have any strength to make people laugh. I want to remind you, don't talk about me everywhere."

After hearing this lesson, Chen Pipi left in shame with her sleeves covering her face.

It was the time to go to the Bookstore to attend classes, but I just came back from the hard struggle of death and was extremely tired and weak in my body. I would rather play the role of a good and obedient student. Moreover, in the vague memory of yesterday, there was a vague passage in which the female professor agreed to ask for leave for him, so he decided to go back to Linshiqi Lane to rest.

Using a big black umbrella as a staff, the young man slowly walked out of the old bookstore, hunched his body like an old man doing morning exercises, walked from the edge of the wetland in the morning light, passed through the quiet alley, and walked to the main entrance of the academy. outside.

Outside the simple stone gate of the academy is a large beautiful green meadow like a felt. There are more than ten stone slabs hidden in the middle of the meadow. There are no regular patterns on the edge of the lane and deep in the meadow. It is time to be in full summer. The flowers on the tree have long been replaced by the dense and plump branches and leaves, and are drooping and delighting.

There was a carriage at the end of the green trees and stone path in the meadow. The carriage had been waiting there for a long time, and the horse lowered its head tiredly. A little girl in a maid's uniform was squatting beside the car. She had not slept for a day and a night. Her dark face turned slightly white due to fatigue, worry and fear, as if she had applied Chen Jinji's makeup.

Yesterday morning, she didn't wait for Ning Que to return from killing, and the serious-looking yamen runners asked around. Listening to the hurried sound of the Yulin Army horse hooves on the long street, Sangsang knew something was wrong. She forced herself to suppress the anxiety at the end. Lao Bizhai was waiting silently, but when the carriage came back, Ning Que still didn't come back, and she finally couldn't wait.

Asked the coachman and confirmed that Ning Que had gone to the academy in the morning. Sangsang thought for a moment and took out ten taels of silver, asking the coachman to carry him to the academy, and then he kept squatting beside the meadow and green trees by the carriage. wait.

She didn't know if Ning Que was injured, but she knew that he must have suffered a serious injury and might have hidden in a place in the academy to recover from his injuries, so she didn't dare to ask the teachers and students in the academy, so she could only wait.

Squatting beside the green trees in the meadow, watching the stone gate of the academy be covered by the night and awakened by the rising sun, watching the lights in the bookstore inside light up and extinguished, listening to the students reciting books aloud, and looking at the little old shoes The ant came and went and came again and again. I watched someone walk into the academy and someone walk out of the academy, but I just didn't see that guy.

The college student came in a carriage and saw Ning Que's little maid squatting beside the road. He was curious. Someone once went up to ask a few questions, but she ignored it and stubbornly closed her mouth and refused to say a word. Yan, just looking at the entrance of the academy.

After watching it all night, it seemed that after watching it for so long, Sangsang finally saw that figure.

She rubbed her stubborn eyes, and her slightly white face gradually relaxed and gradually became bloody. She closed her eyes and clasped her fists and muttered a few words, and then stood up quickly with her hands to support her knees - because she was too squatting Her long, thin legs were a little blocked with blood, and her thin body almost fell down after shaking.

Ning Que held a big black umbrella and slowly walked to her. Looking at the little black face that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar, looking at the fatigue and worry on the little face, a sense of pity surged in his heart. Although the master and servant experienced too many life and death times in this life, it is still the most happy thing to be able to see each other after going through life and death.

He opened his arms very naturally, trying to hold Sangsang into his arms, but suddenly he found that the little maid was now a little taller than when she was in Weicheng, and had reached his chest. He was subconsciously stunned and did not continue to do so. She hugged her in her arms, but reached out and landed her hand on top of her head, rubbing it with a smile.

Sangsang raised his little face and giggled.

The two turned around and supported each other and walked towards the carriage. They had a very tacit understanding and did not say a word at the entrance of the academy.

The coachman yawned. Last night, he was sleeping in the carriage all night, and his body was extremely tired, but with ten taels of silver, he was exhausted. He saw a whip with his right hand and picking a flower in the air. With a light bang, the carriage slowly began to move with the sound of horse hooves stomping on the ground.

Ning Que's voice in the carriage said in a slight hoarse voice: "I'm very tired. Let's talk about it when I get home. The knife is underneath. Remember to take it away later."

The carriage arrived at Alley 47. Ning Que, who was tired and injured, seemed to have died of sleep and never opened his eyes. Sangsang took out the Park knife and stuffed it into a big black umbrella and tied it to his back. Then, with the help of the coachman, he dragged him into the old Bizhai like a sack of grain and stuffed it into a thin quilt.

In the hot summer, even the thinner quilt is still a quilt. Ning Que's face was flushed and sweating heavily. I don't know how long I slept, but finally woke up slowly.

Opening his eyes and confirming that he had returned home, he took a deep breath, and the lingering fear hidden deep in his heart finally spread out, making him feel that his hands and feet were a little cold.

Staring at the light-transmitting glazed tiles on the roof, he was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "I mentioned to you these days that academy student named Chen Pipi... Please remember it for me, I owe this guy one. Life, the right time and place in the future... I remind me to find a way to return it to him."

Sangsang was pouring hot boiling water into the bucket at this time, preparing to wipe his body, but he didn't expect that he woke up. He was stunned when he heard this, sat next to him and asked in confusion: "Why do you pay it back?"

"Although I don't know how that guy did it, he should have saved my life. I have told you many times that there is nothing more important in this world than your and my lives. Since that's the case, then No matter how much it costs to repay him in the future, it will be natural."

Then he looked at Sangsang's thoughtful little face and smiled and reminded, "But we can't pay it back."

"Young Master, what happened?" Sangsang stared at his still pale cheeks and asked softly.

"That tea art master is a practitioner. I was seriously injured. In the end, I only remember fainting on a street. As for what happened later, I... didn't know very well."

Ning Que thought of the wonderful experiences from yesterday morning to this time, especially those faintly blurred feelings when he was unconscious. A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, and frowned and repeated: "I really don't know that it happened." What did it do."

"I'm a little hungry when I make some food." He didn't like this situation where there was a change that happened but he knew nothing. After frowned and couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to discuss this matter again.

Suddenly he thought of a question, looked at Sangsang's face and said, "Don't fried egg noodles or fat intestinal noodles, and don't have the sour and sour noodles soup left yesterday. In such a hot weather, it must have been rotten... For the sake of my serious injury, I almost died after being injured, so let's pay for a meal tonight."

Sangsang felt sore by his words, thinking to himself that I was just a little maid. Can you still dare to detain you every day? I was thinking that if you want to marry a young grandmother in the future, you have to save some money for you.

"I gave the coachman ten taels of silver..."

She lowered her head and said softly, "Prince, when you were sleeping, I went to the antique shop next door to find his boss and asked for a bowl of radish. It had been poured into the pot and stewed with the duck. It will be fine in a while."

After saying this, Sangsang picked up the hot towel from the bucket and twisted it, then put it in the place where Ning Que's hands could touch, and walked out of the house. His little hands, which were slightly red, were gently on his apron. Wipe it.

He gave the coachman ten taels of silver - Sangsang wanted to tell the young master through this sentence that although he was young and frugal, he was not a little maid who was indifferent to the importance of money. When it was time to spend money, he had nothing to bear.

Ning Que lay on the bed and looked at the busy little body outside the window. Thinking of the anger hidden in her previous words, he couldn't help laughing, but he didn't expect Sangsang to see him standing on the bedside. He walked to the window quickly, said a good rest, so he closed the outer window tightly.

The light in the house suddenly became very dim. Apart from the glittering light from the glazed tiles above his head, only Sangsang lit a warm candle on the table in advance, quietly accompanying him on the bed.

Ning Que quietly looked at the candlelight on the table, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

Tea artist Yan Suqing is a practitioner. This hidden factor seriously undermined his plan. If he hadn't been cruel and lucky enough, he might have died on Xiaozhu, the lakeside, and he would have never escaped to that street, and he would not have had the chance to be in the academy. Hiding for a night, then meeting Chen Pipi, the little charlatan from Xiling.

During the time he was unconscious on the street, he knew that something must have happened, otherwise he would not be able to explain why the wounds on his body healed, nor could he explain the pain caused by the invisible spear on his chest. But he really didn't know what happened at that time. What did Chen Pipi do to herself?

He was stagnant and his body was damaged. He was covered in sweat in the hot summer. He felt his skin was sticky and a little bored, so he wanted to wipe it. However, his hands froze when he was about to touch the wet towel.

Because he suddenly found that there seemed to be a shallow layer of obstacle between his fingers and the wet towel.