Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

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Song Jing saw the opportunity quickly, raised his arm, and slashed at the back of his neck fiercely with his palm like a knife.

Sun Xiaowu rolled his eyes upwards, and the paw stretched out towards Song Jing fell, and passed out.

"Is there a place to rest?" Song Jing stood up gracefully from the ground, tidied up her messy clothes, and calmly asked the girls who were stunned, "My friend is drunk, I want him to stay here to wake up."

"Ah, yes." One of the girls came back to her senses and glanced at Song Jing secretly, a little blush appeared on her fair face. This little boy's temperament is really fascinating, even if he is wearing What I wore were civilian winter clothes, which were simple and plain, but none of them could conceal the indifferent temperament.

She was about to call Jiu Niang to arrange it, when a voice as crisp as snow came from inside the screen: "No need, just let him stay with me."

The girls hurriedly stood up, looking enviously and adoringly at a woman in a long pink-purple dress that stretched the floor. Her skirts were rubbing and rustling as she walked.A long purple jade hairpin has purple diamonds hanging down from the bun, looking simple and clean.Her eyebrows and eyes are like ice springs, without the charm of a fireworks woman, her figure is tall and straight, like a proudly blooming plum blossom.

"Are you Miss Mei?" Song Jing squinted her eyes, as expected, she was as lofty and aloof as a plum blossom.But after all, she is a prostitute, and her aloofness is only on the surface, barely maintaining a trace of her self-esteem.If a rich and powerful son or elder brother persecutes her, her choice must be to obey, and she will not prefer to be broken than to be whole.

For the truly noble person, a piece of green bamboo flashed in Song Jing's heart, and his white clothes were ethereal.

He bent his lips and smiled, Miss Mei stared blankly, thinking of her elder brother Xiao Baili, would always inadvertently soften her mood.

"That's troublesome girl." Song Jing lifted Sun Xiaowu with difficulty, and walked to the side of the screen, only to find that there was also a secret door on the other side of the screen, which connected to Miss Mei's bedroom.

Leaving Sun Xiaowu, who was dazed and neat, still on the bed, Song Jing went out and threw ten taels of silver at each of the four girls: "Put away the food, if you have pens, ink, papers and inkstones, bring them to your room."

He was going to take advantage of a little free time to recover his spiritual power, so as not to be caught back, because the lack of spiritual power could not be supported under the criminal law.

The practice method of "calligraphy and painting into the Tao" only needs him to immerse himself in the artistic conception and sway freely. Even if he draws circles like before, his spiritual power will recover extremely quickly.

"Young Master, you plan to paint?" Miss Mei looked at the four girls happily packing up the silver taels, and said, "I have some here, and they were all given to me by the young master, why don't I take them out for the young master's use now?"

"It's so good." Song Jing drooped her eyelashes, this girl Mei, in essence, was insinuating that she was like those sons and buddies, with a rough knowledge of pen and ink, so she couldn't wait to show off.

Miss Mei really had such thoughts in her heart, Song Jing was clearly dressed in a luxurious outfit, but she was so poorly dressed, she looked more like a young master who came out to have fun.If it weren't for that calm demeanor, she might turn around and leave. She doesn't care about ordinary small wealthy families.After all, the people holding her now are all big nobles and rich people.

Miss Mei took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, carefully placed them on the table, and polished them for Song Jing with her bare hands. Looking at them from this angle, her cold and downcast eyebrows carried a different kind of temptation.

"How about I draw you?" Song Jing said with a faint smile while picking up the pen.

46 Prophecy of death

更新时间2010-5-112:30:47字数：3998

When Miss Mei looked sideways at him, Song Jing was completely immersed in the realm of calligraphy and painting, her mind was calm, and only him, pen and paper were left in the world.

Every stroke, every stroke, does not need to be carefully outlined, it is all swayed by the heart.

That person's smile and style, cold and aloof between his brows, a touch of hidden sorrow and sadness hidden behind him, the stone steps are wet, the ground is full of fallen flowers and cold, the woman is dressed in white, and her eyes are confused.

Miss Mei was taken aback, as if she had been touched by something in her heart, a kind of confidant care was produced in this immature boy who was much shorter than herself in front of her.There is a kind of grievance, there is no need to tell, he already fully understands it.

Song Jing uncovered this piece of rice paper, took another sheet from the side, spread it out, and continued.

Combing copper and hanging the cold moon, silver lamps and green locks, and ancient courtyards are few and far between. This picture is extremely detailed, and the barrenness is full and clear bit by bit under his pen. Looking at it, people seem to be in it, barren Desolate, desolate.

The aloofness in Miss Mei's eyebrows was weakened by tenderness. She looked at the boy who was a few years younger than her, and she became dazed when she saw it. Behind the table, her serious eyes were narrowed, her beautiful lips were tightly pressed, and the intoxicating ink fragrance was permeated in the air. She smelled it, and faintly felt that people were also intoxicated in the blurred ink fragrance.

He understands her.A smile appeared on Miss Mei's lips, like a fresh plum blossom, clean and beautiful.

He drew this painting with a concentrated expression, and he sketched it stroke by stroke until evening.

Uncovering the painting, Song Jing continued to spread new white and clean rice paper.

Still want to draw?Miss Mei opened her mouth and looked at the darkening sky outside, but she didn't say anything, her eyes fell on Song Jing's other painting.

He writes forcefully, with a swaying atmosphere, a wall, a few plums, and a large blank space outside.

The picture of white snow and red plum blossoms is clearly cold and aloof in full bloom in the snow, but there is a faint sense of sadness.

Miss Mei knows that the first painting depicts her current state of mind, with a pure and noble heart, but the flowers have faded, her mind has turned to ashes, and she can't get rid of the confusion of fate.

The second painting is the future in which she has accepted her fate. She will live alone all her life, no longer prosperous and laughing, and welcome her own withering in the barren land.

In the third painting, a faint encouragement rose in her heart. Does it mean that the plum blossoms will not break even in such a bitter and cold environment?Is it to make her persist?But why does it look so sad?

When Song Jing paints, what he thinks in his heart is reflected in it.

The scene of Baixuehongmei, just like the day when Lancai died, Song Jing subconsciously remembered the bewitching Xizuihua under Tantai Chunshui's left eye, so sadness poured down on the paper involuntarily.

Unknowingly, a copper plate and milky white long wax were placed on the table. The candle wick remained motionless in the bright yellow flame, and small sparks burst out occasionally, making a "crackling" sound.Song Jing suddenly stopped the paintbrush in his hand, tilted his head to look at the upward candle flame quietly, the tears of the candle on the copper plate reflected his hazy and pale face, he put down the brush in his hand, and stretched out his slender fingertips to touch the upper stream. The candle tears that fell were slightly hot, and when I touched my hands, a little candle tears were about to condense in my hands, and when I squeezed them with my fingertips, they became soft and smooth.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Miss Mei asked softly, "Your lord, are you tired?"

Song Jing painted all afternoon, and in Mei's opinion, she must be exhausted.

She took away the pen and ink in a considerate manner, and then carefully arranged Song Jing's paintings before she softened her eyebrows and said, "Mr. Song, are you giving me all these paintings?"

"It's useless for me to hold it. If I hold it, maybe tonight, someone will ruin it." Song Jing thought of Tantai Qingyan. He practiced for an entire afternoon and his spiritual power fully recovered. Now He is ready to find a secluded place, waiting for the Tantai family to come and capture him.

He raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, and a strange thought came to his mind, he might as well go back on his own initiative, he was too lazy to let Tantai Qingyan work hard to find him.

However, in this way, the purpose of coming out this time is completely useless.Song Jing knew that he had to hide as deep as possible, so deep that Tantai Qingyan thought that he really escaped to keep the secret of Nine Nether Orchid Juice.

"I'll go and see that guy." Song Jing narrowed her eyes and said to Miss Mei, "I'll leave first. If he wakes up, please tell him that I'm home."

Miss Mei was extremely intelligent, she saw something was wrong, she didn't say much, she stood outside the screen and watched Song Jing walk in alone.

Song Jing recovered her spiritual power, and her body also improved greatly.

He walked to the side of the bed, looked down at Sun Xiaowu who was still in a deep sleep, and couldn't help being startled—what is this?

Sun Xiao's facial features were wrapped with thick black silk, covering his eyes, ears, mouth and nose lifelessly, and it was almost completely sealed.

This scene made Song Jing's fingertips stiff, remembering seeing it on Lancai back then.At that time, he intuitively felt that as long as the black air completely sealed Lancai's facial features, Lancai would die.

Then, sure enough, Lancai died that night.

But now, Song Jing saw the black air that she had seen on Lan Cai back then.He looked at Sun Xiaowu with complicated eyes. Although he didn't want to admit it, his inner instinct told him that Sun Xiaowu would die soon.

Once a person's death is fixed, it cannot be changed.Even if he didn't die in the end, it was fate, and he didn't deserve to die this time.

Song Jing has long recognized that she can foresee death, but even if she predicts that someone will die in advance, so what?The sky wants people to die, maybe they can choke to death if they drink saliva.How can manpower stop it?

So he had already made up his mind.

The death of a stranger has nothing to do with him.As for his friend's death, he was powerless to prevent it, at least he would try his best to let him die without regret.

Song Jing bit her thin lower lip, and narrowed her eyes.Thoughts were really just thoughts. In his heart, there was a fluke idea to prevent death.

But how to stop it?Song Jing felt powerless for a while, he didn't know how Sun Xiaowu would die, and he couldn't prepare in advance.Perhaps, his preparations will become the most important factor in Sun Xiaowu's death.

"I'll go pick up the little wolf." Song Jing said