Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui slept very peacefully this time. Ever since he became Feng Rugui, he suffered from the addiction of eating meat and blood, and he often felt freezing cold all over his body. He had never slept fully. He woke up from the cold, and sometimes even dreamed of the scene where he was forced into the lake by his father.

That scene was always entangled like a gangrene, constantly clamoring, mocking him, tearing up all his good memories and looking at him carefully, he had to admit over and over again that he had a strict father, A loving mother is all a lie. For the father, he only valued him because of the vision from the sky on the day he was born. If he is not satisfied, he can be abandoned at will; A tool with a firm foothold can be grasped firmly when it is useful, and can be easily discarded when it is useless.

And he had naively thought that he was doted on by his father and mother, otherwise why would brocade clothes, delicacies, antiques, calligraphy and paintings be so easily available?As long as he mentions a sentence, it will be presented to him in an endless stream.

But at this moment, he felt that he was sleeping in the spring breeze, warm, genial, and extremely appropriate.

After about an hour and a half, he obviously had enough sleep, but he was unwilling to open his eyes. He opened his hands and hugged his spring breeze tightly.

Suddenly, there was a little warmth across the end of his left eye, and he opened his eyes in doubt. What caught his eyes was Jiang Wuqi's index finger, Jiang Wuqi's right hand, Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows, Jiang Wuqi's messy skirt, and Jiang Wuqi's skirt. A part of the collarbone leaked... His eyes were full of Jiang Wuqi, and Jiang Wuqi's voice sounded next to his ears: "Are you sober from the wine? Are you uncomfortable?"

At this time, he suddenly realized that he was held in Jiang Wuqi's arms, and he and Jiang Wuqi were on the same bed.

Except for his mother and nurse when he was young, he has never slept on the same bed with anyone.

He couldn't help feeling ashamed, and put his hands on Jiang Wuqi's heart, trying to push Jiang Wuqi away.

However, Jiang Wuqi thought that he had offended Feng Rugui again, so he immediately let go of his hands, got off the bed, and apologized: "Sorry, it was Pindao who offended, and Pindao just came back from the secret room, seeing you curled up, I thought it was you. It was caused by the cold, so Pindao got on the bed without your permission, and held you in his arms."

So, he didn't sleep in the spring breeze, but in Jiang Wuqi's arms?

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Wuqi thought to himself: Feng Rugui is not good at drinking, even after three cups of Tusu wine, even after sleeping, he still hasn't recovered.

He turned around to leave, but before he could take a step, Feng Rugui hugged his waist from behind.

Feng Rugui buried his face on Jiang Wuqi's broad back, his voice was very hoarse due to being drunk: "Don't go."

Jiang Wuqi turned around, heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Aren't you angry with the poor?"

"I won't be angry with you if you don't leave." Feng Rugui raised his head and looked at Jiang Wuqi, "If you leave, I will definitely not forgive you."

Jiang Wuqi laughed and said, "Poverty wants to ask the second brother for a bowl of hangover soup."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Feng Rugui's forehead, and said with concern: "Do you feel a headache?"

Feng Rugui didn't feel a headache, he was just a little dazed and couldn't concentrate, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"It really doesn't hurt?" Feng Rugui is too used to being patient, and Jiang Wuqi was naturally suspicious when he heard that Feng Rugui said it didn't hurt, so he insisted, "Pindao should go and ask for a bowl of hangover soup." stop."

"Okay." Feng Rugui sat on the edge of the bed, dangling his feet like a child, and the red dress that he hadn't adjusted in time opened and slipped off, revealing his round and white shoulder on the left side, and a head of black hair. It spread randomly on his body, and the emerald tinsel in his hair was decadent.

He was born with a handsome face and jade-like muscles and bones. He didn't need to deliberately put on a deceptive posture to have a variety of charms and seduce one's soul.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Wuqi immediately walked up to him, but raised his hand to close his clothes, and warned, "Don't catch a cold."

Feng Rugui nodded and said with a smile, "Go quickly."

——Go quickly, and come back quickly.

Jiang Wuqi went out of the room, Feng Rugui heard some movement downstairs, got off the bed, went to the window to peep.

It was two scholars who spoke, there was nothing unusual about it, but what caught his ears surprised him:

"It is said that the severed wrist belongs to Liang Jingwen."

"Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't seen Liang Jingwen move around for a long time."

"There are not many people walking outside these days."

"It would be interesting if Liang Jingwen's wrist was cut off."

"Lu Yuanbai's whereabouts are unknown again, then Huiyuan..."

The stamina of the Tusu wine hadn't dissipated completely, Feng Rugui couldn't think about it, so he stood leaning against the window, opened the window, and let the summer wind blow.

It was almost dusk, and the summer wind was also chilling, which made Feng Rugui shiver and cough lightly.

And the two scholars downstairs could hear the "squeak" sound of opening the window, followed the prestige, looked at Feng Rugui's eyebrows and eyes carefully, they all praised him repeatedly for being a sick beauty, which aroused people's pity.

Feng Rugui half covered his lips and coughed lightly, noticing the obscenity in the eyes of the two scholars, he unceremoniously took the tip of the Xuefeng Mao lamp on the table and poured it down.

The tip of Xuefeng's hair was already completely cold, the two scholars were suddenly splashed all over their faces and body, they were uncomfortable, and they looked even more embarrassed.

One of the scholars was about to argue with the sick beauty, but somehow the emerald green brocade that grew in the crack of the wall hit him directly in the face.

Another scholar stared at Di Jin suspiciously. Di Jin was quietly lying on the wall, motionless, but a piece of moss next to him seemed to have grown hands, fluffy, stroking his cheeks, causing him to fall to the ground. .

"Could it be that I saw a ghost during the day?" The scholar's voice fell to the ground, and the two looked at each other, thinking about the strange things that happened in Fengchun City in the past half a month, and fled in unison.

After fleeing for more than ten steps, the two of them tripped over the sudden appearance of stones one after another, bleeding from their noses.

Jiang Wuqi had already brought the hangover soup to Feng Rugui's side, although he didn't know why, seeing Feng Rugui playing tricks on the two of them, he didn't stop him, he just handed the hangover soup to Feng Rugui, and said: "It's a little hot, why don't you Be careful."

Feng Rugui had already stopped his light cough, he didn't take the hangover soup, but instead asked: "Jiang Wuqi, why didn't you stop it?"

Jiang Wuqi answered truthfully: "Poverty knows that you must have a reason for what you do, and you will definitely be careful not to hurt his life."

Feng Rugui pursed his lips and smiled: "If I want to hurt their lives, what will you do?"

Jiang Wuqi wondered: "Nine times out of ten, they deserve what they deserved. Why did the poor Taoist speak out to stop it?"

"You..." Feng Rugui took the hangover soup, took a sip, and slightly parted his lips stained with the brown soup, "Why do you trust me so much?"

Jiang Wuqi asked seriously: "Why doesn't the poor Taoist believe you?"

Feng Rugui stared at Jiang Wuqi, and said word by word: "Aren't you afraid that my thousand-year-old evil spirit will one day tear you apart?"

Jiang Wuqi said softly, "Pin Dao believes that you won't do this."

Feng Rugui felt his heart beating like a drum, he stuffed the medicine bowl into Jiang Wuqi's hand, and asked, "Feed me."

Jiang Wuqi fed Feng Rugui the hangover soup as he said, then hesitated and said, "Did you have a nightmare just now?"

Feng Rugui took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his lips slowly. Hearing this, he asked Jiang Wuqi, "Why do you ask this?"

"You seem to be crying." Jiang Wuqi pointed to the end of Feng Rugui's left eye, "It was a little wet just now."

Did I cry?Jiang Wuqi doesn't know how to lie, so I must be crying, and why am I crying?Is it because I dreamed of my father and mother?

But they are not worth my crying, why am I crying?

Feng Rugui didn't want to mention the miserable past, so he followed Jiang Wuqi's words and said nonsense: "I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I was swallowed by a huge monster and died cleanly."

Jiang Wuqi comforted: "It's just a nightmare, don't take it seriously."

Feng Rugui's eyes were burning and he said: "Then if there is really a huge monster that wants to swallow me, Jiang Wuqi, will you protect me?"

Jiang Wuqi said without hesitation: "Yes, Feng Rugui, Pindao will definitely protect you."

Satisfied, Feng Rugui attracted will-o'-the-wisps, ignited the silk handkerchief that was contaminated with the liquid medicine, and said, "Do you know that Liang Jingwen's broken wrist has been publicized?"

Jiang Wuqi nodded: "When Pindao went downstairs to ask the younger brother for hangover soup, the younger brother was talking about it with the shopkeeper."

"The only ones who know about this are you, me, that female ghost, and maybe Liang Jingwen's mother." Feng Rugui muttered, "You and I didn't disclose this to others. If Liang Jingwen's mother knew about it, she would definitely stick to it." This secret, then..."

He raised his eyes to meet Jiang Wuqi's eyes: "Then it should be that female ghost who spread the word."

Jiang Wuqi said solemnly: "Liang Jingwen has become the talk of Fengchun City, and it really fits that female ghost's wishes."

Feng Rugui blew the cool breeze, and drank a bowl of hangover medicine. At this time, his mind was clear, and he pondered for a while: "Jiang Wuqi, is there anyone in the secret room?"

Jiang Wuqi replied: "When the poor Taoist arrived, the candles were warm. I think they left not long ago. The poor Taoist found another secret passage in the secret room, which led to the Yaochun Tower, but Pindao searched all over the Yaochun Tower but found They won't come."

"They?" Immediately a guess came to his mind, and he heard Jiang Wuqi say again: "There are bloodstains on the floor and walls of the secret room. The poor Taoist thinks that one person is torturing another."

Feng Rugui pondered and said: "Since you haven't found anyone, you can't tell that one of them is indeed Liang Jingwen, but since Liang Jingwen's journey is only eleven days away, and he can't go out within a radius of thirteen miles, then he must still be there. In Chuncheng, if you searched all over Fengchuncheng and couldn't find him, then he is most likely hiding in the secret room, and when you arrived at the secret room, they were only one step slower, but they escaped, so it can be seen that they are very familiar with Yaochun Building Those who are familiar with the Yaochun Tower built a secret road leading to the Yaochun Tower to transport young girls, Liang Jingwen, who exchanged gold and silver, and the female ghost—if she is really A Yao, what she did was to replace Su Qing To take revenge on Liang Jingwen, since she is willing to suffer for Su Qing, her friendship with Su Qing is naturally extraordinary, it is impossible for her not to be familiar with the Yaochun Tower where Su Qing once stayed."

After hearing Feng Rugui's analysis, Jiang Wuqi guessed: "That female ghost Xu knew where the secret room was from the very beginning."