Daoist, I am not fragrant!

After Xiaoxuan left, the room became empty and quiet again, Yu Niang sat alone in front of the dressing table under the window, staring blankly at herself in the mirror.

The night wind picked up, and when it passed through the flowers and trees outside the window, it left a rustling sound. A little farther away, there seemed to be a few hollow birdsong.

Yu Niang immediately clenched her hands tightly, she opened her eyes and looked out the window vigilantly, but the wind stopped and everything became quiet again.

She was slightly relieved, and lowered her head on the dressing table, trying to close her eyes to calm her chaotic mood.

But the wind that had been gradually subsiding suddenly struck, and with a "crash", the closed door was blown open.

Yu Niang hurriedly turned her head to look, and outside the door with the light on, there was no one in the empty night.

Only a red lacquered wooden box that seemed to be drenched in blood was quietly placed there.

The wound on Yu Niang's wrist was burning, she walked over tremblingly, bent down, and gently opened the wooden box.

The blood-stained black feathers overflowed from the box all of a sudden, Yu Niang's hands kept pressing, but more and more black feathers could not be stopped, leaked from her fingers, and scattered on her body, like maggots attached to the bones , churning, wriggling, as if to devour her.

"Why... why don't you... let me go..." Yu Niang hugged her body helplessly among the black feathers everywhere, tightly, tightly.

Until she couldn't take it anymore, a bird-like whine came from her throat, and then she struggled out of the black feathers crazily, and ran out stumbled.

"Boss, where are you going?" Zhang Shunzi stood in the kitchen with his head drooping, watching Zhong Tang busily busy with a headache.

A finger-thick white flour roll is wrapped in honey-soaked red beans, and then placed in a steamer. When the slightly sweet aroma overflows, it will swell into a white, tender and soft cake.

Zhong Tang didn't look at him, and muttered: "I have my own things to do, get out of the way, don't get in the way."

"Oh, my shopkeeper, since I came to this village, I haven't seen you in peace—" Before Zhang Shunzi finished speaking, Zhong Tang stuffed a piece of red bean cake just out of the cage into his mouth, which burned him There was a burst of whining.

The yellow raccoon who was squatting at Zhongtang's feet, when he heard his movement, thought it was just playing around, and also raised his head, meowing and meowing.

"Okay, okay, it's too noisy." Zhong Tang picked up the yellow raccoon and stuffed a piece of dried meat soaked in water into its mouth, and then blocked the kitten's mouth.

Zhang Shunzi managed to swallow the piece of red bean cake, and continued to persuade him earnestly: "Really, shopkeeper, I just inquired, this Zhuangzi has been very evil recently, so don't go out at night."

Zhong Tang's jade-colored fingers nimbly picked up the small white cakes, put them neatly into the plate piece by piece, and then raised his eyebrows and asked: "There is evil in Zhuangzi, what does it mean?"

"Yes, what's there?" Zhang Shunzi was suddenly stopped by Zhong Tang's question, and he was stuck for a long time before he said, "Probably, there are monsters?"

Zhong Tang nodded after hearing this, and continued to ask him: "What should I do if there are monsters?"

"What else can I do, run for my life." Zhang Shunzi didn't know why, and said, hammering his head.

"Escape for your life, who is the safest person to escape to?" Zhong Tang smiled, and Zhang Shunzi always felt that he must have something to say, but he still insisted on continuing: "Escape to...the side of the monk?"

"That's right," Zhong Tang picked up the plate, turned around and walked out of the small kitchen: "I'm going to the Taoist priest now, you stay in the house and don't run around, watch the yellow raccoon for me .”

"This, this, the shopkeeper——" Zhang Shunzi jumped up behind Zhong Tang, seeing that he couldn't stop him, so he had to wipe his face with all his strength, and with a sad face, he hugged the yellow raccoon tree and went to enjoy the shade.

As a distinguished guest invited by Qingping Villa, Li Bizhi was naturally arranged in a good courtyard.Zhong Tang held a small porcelain dish in both hands, and did not turn on the lamp, just walked along the path among the emerald bamboo forests, his brisk steps made the jade beads and golden bells around his waist ring.

Not long after, he came to the courtyard behind the white wall and tree shadows, and when he walked into the hanging flower gate, he raised his hand and plucked the fringes of the lanterns on the lower porch.

But soon, Zhong Tang stopped in his tracks.

In front, beside the window of green bamboos, among the lights swaying with the breeze, there are two figures standing opposite each other.

"Then this matter is settled like this, thank you, Daoist..." Zhong Tang's heart was sour when the voice as delicate as Huang Ying came. Tibetan.

"Who's there?" It's a pity that such a small sound caught Li Bizhi's gaze.

Zhong Tang frowned, but he didn't hide, he walked up to the two of them with a small porcelain plate, and said leisurely: "Unexpectedly, it's so late, and the Taoist priest still has guests here."

Li Bizhi looked at him, and when some words came to his lips, his appearance changed when he uttered: "Why are you here?"

A few short words, coldly without even the ups and downs of questions, but stuck in Zhong Tang's heart, choking him a little uncomfortable.

"Can't Zhong come?" He didn't even think about it, so he asked back.

Yu Niang seemed to see that the atmosphere between the two was unusual, so she hurriedly explained: "I was abrupt in visiting late at night, but I was really worried about Xiao Xian, so I came to the Taoist priest to ask carefully--now I know all about it. , and it’s time to say goodbye.”

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Li Bizhi and left in a hurry without waiting for him to say anything.

After Yu Niang left, only Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi were left in the courtyard.

It seemed that even the lights were dimmed, making the expressions of the two of them unclear.

"I'm here to deliver red bean cake to the Taoist priest." After a while, Zhong Tang opened his mouth, but not with a smile as usual.

"Shopkeeper Zhong is bothering you. It's just that Pindao said that he doesn't like sweets." Li Bizhi was clearly standing there, but turned his gaze to the bamboo forest in the night, as if he really didn't care.

Zhong Tang raised his eyes, the Taoist priest in the green robe had a cold face like jade, untainted by the world of mortals.

The sulking in his heart also changed, and for a moment he was so annoyed that he didn't understand that the hot tea and indulgence outside Jiang Yuan just now were all his imagination?

"You really don't like it?" He suppressed his emotions and squeezed out this sentence, but what was waiting was Li Bizhi's indifferent answer:

"I really don't like it."

Zhong Tang laughed again, and nodded while smiling: "Okay, okay, it seems that Zhong has a lot of things, Daoist Li should rest earlier."

After finishing speaking, he placed the porcelain plate in his hand heavily on the stone table between the two of them, but it was not enough, the bottom of the plate just pressed on his red sleeve, and when Zhong Tang pulled his hand, he put the whole plate on the table. dragged down.Just like that, the white and soft red bean cake was scattered all over the ground, and it was covered with mud in an instant.

But Zhong Tang didn't have the heart to take care of it any more, he said "Farewell", turned around and left the courtyard directly.

The vermilion figure walked further and further away in the night. Under the green robe, Li Bizhi's tightly clenched hand did not let go for a moment.

The bamboo forest was rustling by the wind, and the crescent moon fell in the sky, cold and silent.

After a long time, he slowly bent down and picked up the red bean cake scattered in the soil with the hand that was not holding the sword.

One piece after another, brush off the dirt on it, carefully put it into the palm of your hand, and send it to your mouth.

The honey-soaked red beans are deliberately soaked in light tea, and the strong taste is gone, leaving only a hint of sweetness.

But it's this faint sweetness that makes Li Bizhi chew it over and over again, only wanting to hold on to it for a while longer.

The last piece of red bean cake was picked up, Li Bizhi closed Hanshuang's eyes, and when he was about to hand it to his mouth, he was stopped by a hand.

"Didn't the Taoist say that you don't like it?"

Li Bizhi opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that Zhong Tang had squatted in front of him, and the soft red clothes were lifted by the night wind, brushing against his face.

He was about to say something, but Zhong Tang's finger pressed against his lips. Zhong Tang looked up at him. The two of them were so close that Li Bizhi could see the gleam in his eyes. Annoyed and wronged.

"Don't talk now." Zhong Tang took the last piece of red bean cake from his hand, then gritted his teeth and said, "I figured it out, no matter what you say, it will only make me angry."

Li Bizhi, who had always been used to showing others in silence, became at a loss at this moment. The more Zhong Tang forbade him to speak, the more at a loss he became.

Zhong Tang took a deep breath, he really couldn't figure out what his old friend was doing.Obviously what he said in front of him was so mean, but what he did behind his back was like that——

He raised his brows lightly, and he thought about it: "Li Daochang, now Zhong wants to ask you a few questions, you are not allowed to speak, you can only shake your head or nod."

Li Bizhi was slightly taken aback, but then nodded silently.

Zhong Tang seemed to be somewhat relieved, his thin lips parted slightly, and he asked the first question: "Miss Song came to see you tonight, have you talked about anything other than the monster bird?"

Li Bizhi shook his head, his expression was undisguised, completely calm.

Zhong Tang snorted softly, he actually knew in his heart that it was impossible for Li Bizhi and Yu Niang to have anything, and he was indeed dizzy by Li Bizhi's indifference just now.

"Okay, since you nodded, I'll believe it, then I'll ask you again, do you...do you like red bean cake?" Zhong Tang moved closer again, holding the red bean cake in his hand, before Li Bizhi's eyes. dangling.

Li Bizhi hesitated for a while, but finally nodded again.

Zhong Tang's brows and eyes were stained with a smile again, and he pressed his fingers against Li Bizhi's lips again. Li Bi subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he held back.

Zhong Tang noticed his movement and felt a little better. He wanted to ask the next question, but stopped.

He looked at Li Bizhi who was close at hand, and suddenly felt that Li Bizhi had already guessed what he wanted to ask.

But he didn't speak, because Zhong Tang secretly had a guess in his heart, maybe Li Bizhi couldn't answer this question right now.

Zhong Tang lowered his eyes, pondering, hesitating, and struggling, but soon he raised his head, with a slight smile on his lips: "My feet are numb from squatting now, Daoist, can you carry me on your back?" Back to the residence?"

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