Inscription of Different Cases

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The next stage of the task is about to start: Confession

So the cute story of the ermine is over~ The next story will return to the main plot, and the relationship between He Yijiu and Han Lang will also experience great twists and turns. As for the final result... Guess XD crab crab cat, towel quilt, Cuttlefish, Dead of the Holy Land, Mines of Mistleaf (*/ω＼*)

The dishes appearing in this chapter refer to "Suiyuan Food List"

"..." Han Lang was silent for a long time, then supported his forehead and said, "I see."

Strange to say, things like spells usually depend on the spiritual power of the caster. He Yijiu is just a fake celestial master who makes a living by cheating and abducting, but the words he wrote on the ermine's face are particularly tenacious, Nothing can be wiped off.Although Han Lang hadn't practiced much, he thought he had some basic skills. In the end, he thought of various methods, such as rubbing it with cinnabar, pouring it with vinegar, and wiping it with chicken feathers, but it didn't work at all.

"If this continues, I will really be treated as a demon and killed!"

Han Lang had no choice but to tie the bell to untie it, so he had to take the ermine back to find He Yijiu.This return trip was even more troublesome than the previous one. He had to pack an ermine the size of a cat, a skink, and all kinds of gifts he had prepared for neighbors and friends in his luggage. No matter how you looked at it, it was impossible.In the end, he thought of a compromise, and asked Ermine and Skink to go back with him in a carriage. Although this would add a lot of travel expenses, it would save a lot of trouble.

He Yijiu happened to be at home, and seemed to be tidying up the house, his face full of impatience.But as soon as he saw Han Lang, the smile on his face immediately covered up everything: "You're back, why is it taking so long?"

It was noon, and Han Lang was tired and hot, sweating profusely.He Yijiu hurriedly took the things in his hand: "What did you buy? There are so many."

"I bought everything." Han Lang sat down and didn't want to move his nest. "Is there any water?"

"Yes," He Yijiu immediately responded, bringing him a glass of warm water, "Don't drink something too cold, it hurts your stomach."

Han Lang marveled at his carefulness. He was clearly a man of five ranks and three ranks, but when it came to the details of life, Han Lang was much more careless than him, and he didn't care about anything.But He Yijiu is really a little bit wrong today, although he used to take good care of himself, but now he is a bit too courteous, he beats his back and rubs his shoulders when he comes up, as if Han Lang is a weak young master.Of course Han Lang didn't like being treated like this. He was about to complain, but He Yijiu immediately took a box of ointment and applied it on his temples: "Look at you, you're hot, be careful of heatstroke."

"What is this?" After wiping it off, it really felt much more comfortable.

"The refreshing ointment I made," He Yijiu said, "is it okay?"

"Ah."

Han Lang also forgot about the previous complaint about exporting, and enjoyed the other party's "service" with peace of mind.After a while, he thought of another matter, tugged at He Yijiu's sleeve and said, "By the way, I need you."

"what?"

He waved out the window, and the skink and ermine jumped in together.As soon as the former saw He Yijiu, he grinned and grinned, his face full of displeasure, but the ermine shrank into a ball instead, shaking his whole body like a sieve: "Squeak! Heaven, Master Tianshi..."

"Ah?" Skink was taken aback, "You say he is that bad celestial master?"

"It's him!" The ermine shrank back in fright, and when He Yijiu saw her, she jumped three feet high as if she had been burned, "Master Tianshi, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

Shi Longzi stared at He Yijiu dumbfounded, obviously he didn't connect this man who seemed to him a brute force with a powerful celestial master.He Yijiu was not interested in watching the two of them play tricks, so he turned to Han Lang and said, "What's going on?"

Han Lang told the truth about the situation.

He Yijiu couldn't be bothered to care about the ermine's feelings, so he was out of breath laughing at the time: "Hahahahaha! I thought this little goblin was very stupid, so I just teased her, but I didn't expect it to be a beautiful female mouse .”

The skink got angry when he heard it, and opened his terrifying mouth again and shouted: "You are the mother mouse!"

The ermine tugged at his arm and whispered, "He's right..."

He Yijiu smiled even more proudly, Han Lang couldn't stand it anymore, and after talking to him a few words, he made a gesture of surrender and said, "Okay, okay, I understand, since it's a girl, then Master He is wrong, right?" .”

After that, he walked up to the ermine and clasped his hands together as an apology: "I'll wipe off the ink on your face for you, so it will be written off from now on, how about it?"

The ermine was afraid of him after all, and Skink didn't have much confidence to challenge He Yijiu, so the two goblins had no choice but to agree.I saw that He Yijiu re-wrote a talisman seal, burned it into ashes and made talisman water, and wiped it on the ermine's face, the ink marks disappeared quickly, leaving no trace.The ermine thanked him cautiously, dragged the skink and hid away, as if it didn't want to stay here for a long time.

He probably was frightened by He Yijiu. She was a timid fairy and couldn't stand such torture.Skink wanted to escort his little friend away, so he said goodbye to Han Lang, and gave He Yijiu a vicious look, as if to mean "If you bully us again, we will eat you".

He Yijiu laughed so loudly that Han Lang scolded him for something wrong.This matter is considered to be over, Han Lang heaved a sigh of relief, and felt much happier.It would be great if all the ghosts and monsters in the world were as cute and harmless as skinks and ermines, but he couldn't help shaking his head when he thought of the old Wang Laosan and the tragic death of Li Shi.

After all the calculations, the most terrifying thing is the human heart.

In the afternoon, he went to the county magistrate Qian to deal with his business, and the official business was over.County magistrate Qian felt that he had done a good job, so he gave him another day off to rest and recuperate.Han Lang's mood became more and more comfortable, and he couldn't help humming a little song on the way back. After he got home, he went to distribute gifts, and was dragged and chatted for a while by the smiling neighbors, until He Yijiu asked him to go home for dinner.

"Hey--" Aunt Li hurriedly grabbed Han Lang's sleeves, "Don't go home and eat, it's rare to come here, why don't you eat at Aunt Li's house?"

Han Lang glanced at He Yijiu's back, shook his head and said, "Nothing, Aunt Li, I cook at home."

"Hey, who is that?" Aunt Li followed Han Lang's line of sight and saw He Yijiu, and asked in confusion.

"He's a good brother of mine."

"Don't be a bad guy, it looks unreliable." Aunt Li said bluntly.

Han Lang scratched the back of his neck: "No, he's pretty good."

He Yijiu who was outside kept his ears open all the time. After hearing this sentence, the corners of his mouth slightly twitched.

Aunt Li finally compromised, Han Lang went back with He Yijiu, went through the luggage as soon as he got home, and took out the last undelivered gift.

"Well, for you."

He Yijiu was taken aback, he didn't expect that Han Lang also prepared something for himself, thinking that those pastries and snacks included his share.When he opened the box, he froze and didn't move for a long time.

Han Lang felt uneasy: Could it be that he doesn't like it?Still think it's too expensive to accept?

He Yijiu froze for a while, then suddenly put down the box and walked towards Han Lang.Han Lang was looking at him uneasily, and suddenly he hugged him too hard, causing Han Lang to stagger.He only felt a hairy head constantly rubbing against his side face, and a pair of arms bound him tightly like iron clamps, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Han Lang's heart was in a mess, and his breathing became short of breath.Before the situation broke through the window paper and became out of control, He Yijiu let go of him.

"Thank you," he said with a heavy tone, his voice was a little low, without the usual mocking smile, "I will cherish it."

Han Lang always felt that the atmosphere was not quite right, and wanted to cheer up to relieve it: "It's nothing, and it's not too expensive, I think it suits you better..."

Halfway through the conversation, he bumped into He Yijiu's green eyes, and felt that he couldn't speak any words.They may have looked at each other for a long time, their minds were blank, and for a moment they even felt their heart beating like a drum, their throats were dry, and they even had difficulty breathing.Until a certain moment, as if waking up from a big dream, Han Lang let out a soft cry of "Ah", and He Yijiu turned around and put away his things in an instant, saying that he was still cooking soup in the kitchen, and left in a hurry.

Han Lang even felt that there was a kind of panic in his back as if he was fleeing.

During dinner, the two basically returned to normal, that is, when their eyes met, they would always stare for a while inexplicably, and then hurriedly separated.And I don't know if it's an illusion, Han Lang felt that He Yijiu's gaze was more intense than before, always circling around his cheeks and neckline.But when he focused on observing, the other party was still so calm and calm, nothing changed at all.

Is it because I am suspicious?

The meal was also extraordinarily rich, and Han Lang even suspected that He Yijiu used all his life skills to entertain him.An eight-treasure meatball, pork balls wrapped in bamboo shoots, delicious inside and out.A plate of vegetarian roast goose, but there is no trace of meat in it. The yam is wrapped in tofu skin. After a hot oil, various seasonings are added to make it look like a roast goose.In addition, there are tofu with shrimp oil and stir-fried spinach, which are delicious and rich dishes that seem light.

On weekdays, Han Lang either used dry food to make do with it, or went to a small street shop to make ends meet.The heat and seasoning of these dishes are carefully crafted, and the delicacies full of human warmth are enough to make his eyes shine.He Yijiu ate a plate as soon as it was served, and by the time the dishes were all served, he had already eaten most of them like a whirlwind.

"It's really so delicious?" Seeing his oily mouth, He Yijiu couldn't help laughing.

"Is there anything else?" Han Lang managed to find a moment to speak, but he only said three words.

He Yijiu turned around and went in, and then brought a stewed sparrow.According to him, he set up a basket outside when he had nothing to do, and he could get four or five of them every day.The sparrows are small, and there is nothing left without the feathers and claws, so a dozen of them were stewed in one pot.Green sauce and liqueur are added when simmering, and the taste is particularly delicious, which is very tempting.

Han Lang could still notice some subtle eyes and small movements of He Yijiu before, such as always looking at himself, such as touching more and more frequently.But right now, he can't care about anything else.He didn't say a few words during the whole dinner time, he just remembered that he kept picking up food, except for the phrase "Is there any more", the most he said was "delicious".

I really can't wait to eat the bowls and chopsticks into my mouth.

Later, his belly was so full that he felt that he couldn't even stand up.There was still a lot of food left on the table, seeing that He Yijiu was about to get up to clean up, he hurriedly called out: "Don't pour it out, it's not hot at night, and you can still eat it tomorrow."

He Yijiu had no choice but to pat his head, and there was a fleeting soft light in his eyes: "Got it."

In order to digest food, the two went out for a walk for a while, and came back after the curfew at Haishi.Han Lang wasn't sleepy at all, He Yijiu played chess with him in the hall for a while.There is a set of backgammon carved from nanmu wood in his family, which is also in his father's collection, and he often played with his family when he was a child.I haven't seen anyone at home for a long time, and this set of chess pieces has also been dusted in the cabinet. Now I have a chance to see the sun again.

He Yijiu is really good at playing this kind of game. According to him, it's because his master trained him to use Shuanglu to cheat people out of money. "To put it bluntly, it's gambling. The more you play, the more people want to compete with you. Playing chess, it's not exciting if you don't bet some money."

"You guys are really brave." Han Lang snorted softly, "If he hadn't died, I could have gone to the city wall to look for you two."

"No need," He Yijiu twitched the corner of his mouth, "If the old man is alive, I will beat him up when he is old and frail, and then set up my own family. At that time, I might be worse than now. Wild, because I didn't see him waddling on the city wall. Without this lesson, I dare to do anything."

After all, he glanced at Han Lang meaningfully.Thinking that I will fall in love with you sometime, I won't hold you as carefully as now.

Han Lang didn't speak for a while, it seemed a little hard for him to accept that this friend who was so chivalrous and had already made a heart-to-heart with him almost turned into a heinous jerk.After a while, He Yijiu smiled and pinched him on the head, and said cheerfully, "What are you thinking? So serious."

Han Lang threw out the cranky thoughts in his mind and said, "It's nothing."

"I'm afraid that one day I really committed a crime, and it's difficult for you?"

How can this person always understand his thoughts so thoroughly?Han Lang turned his eyes away, and said stubbornly: "There's nothing to think about, it's business."

He Yijiu glanced at him again with smiling eyes: "Okay, I know how to measure. You see, you've known me for so long, so why don't I just stay by your side?"

Han Lang squinted at him: "That's because I was thinking that you were helping me with the case, so I let you go without merit."

The two chatted for a while, Han Lang was distracted, lost a game, and said angrily, "Come again."

He Yijiu was happy to accompany her.

The topic soon turned to their previous experiences.After getting along for so long, Han Lang hardly concealed anything from He Yijiu, and he was willing to believe that what the other party said was the truth.He Yijiu said that he was born in a small country in the Western Regions, and he can't remember most of his childhood experiences. He only remembers that he was thrown on the street like garbage, and was finally picked up by his master.In contrast, Han Lang's experience was much more ordinary. When he mentioned the cause of his parents' death, He Yijiu really felt sorry for him for a while.

Han Langxu talked a lot, saying that although he had neighbors to take care of him, he still felt lonely.There are always many lonely and wild ghosts around him, and he never dares to communicate with them. "When I was a child, I didn't dare to sleep alone for a long time, but what can I do? There is no one else in my house. I can only cover my head with a quilt, hold the sword left by my mother, and imagine that I am accompanied by someone. But I am still afraid. , Sometimes I can’t close my eyes all night.”

He Yijiu looked at him silently.

"Later, I had to force myself to practice martial arts during the day, and I was so tired that I couldn't even move my fingers. I studied hard at night and knew what the weaknesses of those things were. After that, I gradually got used to it. Sometimes I saw it and didn't see it. So, I forced myself not to think about what it was."

Speaking of this, he looked at He Yijiu suspiciously as if remembering something: "By the way, I have always wanted to ask you, didn't you say that you are a fake celestial master? I also think that you obviously have no spiritual power. Why can't I decipher the talismans you wrote?"

He Yijiu paused, rubbed his nose with his hand, and said vaguely, "Isn't it a coincidence? I have learned a few handwriting from the old man, and the things I write sometimes work well and sometimes don't work."

He answered reluctantly, Han Lang didn't quite believe it, but he didn't ask any more questions.When he fell into a drowsy sleep that night, he felt his side sink again.This time with experience, it must be He Yijiu.Opening his eyes, he happened to meet those blue pupils.Then his eyes darkened, half of his face was covered by a rough hand, and a warm breath stuck close to him, directly getting into the collar of his jacket.

"I'm full of yang, so I'll cover it for you, so that no monsters dare to come."

The corner of Han Lang's mouth couldn't hold back any longer, and he hooked up, revealing a slight smile.