And the best friend who saved HE [Quick Transmigration]

The fallen leaves in Rong Ji's hands were crushed, and the dark green juice stained the white fingertips.

"In the eyes of Fourth Granny Mei, even the orchid she wears on her head seems to be evidence of her crime. But what is her crime?" Rong Ji murmured, "For a long time, I was puzzled by this question. "

"I couldn't do anything during that time, so I went to the shrine and knelt and prayed, hoping that God would give me an answer. But maybe I didn't understand anything, the way I prayed was wrong, and God never gave me an answer. Or maybe There are other reasons."

"Do gods really exist? I don't know." She just said something very rebellious for Ganmu City.

"Later, when I grew up, I finally figured out that if there is a place where women can't wear flowers as they please, be cautious everywhere, and don't hold the perpetrators accountable, then this place must be wrong."

She said slowly, "I want to change these."

The system gives a prompt in due course: [70% of the plot of the side story is completed. 】

Sang Ruo saw the dark green sap stained on Rong Ji's fingertips, which was very conspicuous.

She thought for a while, stood up, put her hand into her sleeve, but suddenly remembered that her embroidered handkerchief had already been given to Jilan.

So he pointed at it as a sword and quietly cut off a piece of sleeve.

The gown she wore today for attending a major ceremony was a wide gown with big sleeves, wrapped in several layers, and it was not conspicuous if the white part was cut off.

"Finger, dirty."

Handing over the snow-white cloth, Rong Ji took it with downcast eyes, his cold expression relaxed slightly, and when he saw the pattern of the cloth, he paused with his fingertips: "I'll return it to you tomorrow after I wash it."

Sang Ruo put his hands in his sleeves: "No need, just throw it away."

"threw?"

"threw."

Rong Ji took a deep look at her: "Ah Ruo, have you ever heard of a legend that a mortal hides a fairy's feather coat, and the fairy cannot return to the sky?"

Sang Ruo didn't understand how Rong Ji mentioned this.

Rong Ji always only called her by her full name, so she lost her focus and raised her hand absent-mindedly: "Since you don't want it, return it to me, I'll throw it away."

"I didn't say no." Rong Ji lowered his eyes, carefully wiped off the grass juice from his fingertips with a handkerchief, and then put it in the hidden pocket of his sleeve.

"Going for a walk?" Rong Ji asked.

"nature."

Sang Ruo followed her for a while before she suddenly understood what Rong Ji meant,

The roots of her ears turned red, but it was past the time to worry about it, and there was no way to get it back. She could only complain to the system: "What metaphor did she use indiscriminately?"

If Rong Ji didn't say this, or just point it out, it's just a sleeve cut, she didn't think it was a big deal, but when it was connected with the legend, it would have a more charming meaning for no reason.

In human culture, it seems that such personal things are placed with great meaning.

The system then heartbroken: [That is, what kind of feather clothes and fairies are all feudal leftovers! 】

"What is feudalism?" Sang Ruo asked.

system:【……】

……

The two walked side by side on the alley, Rongji continued to talk about what he hadn't finished before, but his tone was not as calm as before, with a little emotion.

"It was also through that incident that I understood that the 'power' I possessed was only leaked by Granny Mei through her fingers. She can take it back if she wants to, and can only have it if she wants to give it to me. Later, I learned from a I have seen the word to describe this in miscellaneous books - 'puppet'."

So Mei Si didn't teach her anything, just let her play, she didn't understand anything, that's the best.But after all, that divine attendant left a momentary afterimage in her childhood like a shooting star, as if a seed had been buried.

And that seed finally absorbed nutrients and water after several years of ignorance and depression, and squeezed the thick soil layer.

"Later, I checked the matter and found that there was a follow-up, even worse than I thought."

"Shortly after Lan Jiu's death, her earthly family was burned down, and no one in the family was spared. I also found out that Lan Jiu did not commit suicide, but..."

Rong Ji paused, and his voice was bone-chillingly cold: "How could someone as optimistic as her choose to kill herself? I should have thought of it earlier."

The system simply sorted it out: [So the Young City Lord killed Lan Jiu first, faked it as a suicide, and then killed Lan Jiu's family, and got rid of all those who might report the crime? 】

Sang Ruo mocked lightly: "It's not necessarily because he's afraid of being held accountable, because no one can do anything to him, he's probably just afraid of trouble."

I don't want a few bugs jumping in front of my eyes, disturbing my fun.

Rong Ji clenched and loosened her fists, as if gaining some peace, she continued: "Later, the servants around me changed a few more, until later, by chance, I took in a homeless Homecoming little girl."

"She was assigned to the Orchid Department, replacing the number of an old servant." Rong Ji's voice was a little warmer, "It's also a coincidence that there is a 'nine' in her number. I'll make up for some regrets."

Sang Ruo: "This servant is Lan Jiu? Then you brought her with you."

"There are not many people around me that I can trust, and she was one of them who was brought into the court with my own hands." Rong Ji smiled.

Sang Ruo looked at her deeply.

In the original plot line, Rong Ji and Lan Jiu did not end well.

In the end, Rong Ji did not achieve her long-cherished wish to change this Ganmu City, but because she mistrusted someone, she handed herself over by mistake. In the end, the god disappeared, and she committed suicide for it.

Her close servant, Lan Jiujiu, was the closest to her. Although he was sent out by Rong Ji in advance, after hearing the news, he followed Rong Ji and left.

Seriously, what you want to protect will be lost, and what you want to achieve will not be obtained.

At the same time that Rong Ji's voice fell, the side mission was also announced to be completed: [Sub-line plot: The pastry shop's suspicious cloud progress is 100%, and the plot has been completed.Give out rewards now. 】

[Reward: 100 energy points, total account energy points -1100 energy points, lucky draw chance x1.Does the host want to use the lottery chance immediately? 】

"It's only 100," Sang Ruo lamented that it's not easy to make money. Don't wait for a world to end. You can't even earn the money to buy a body, and you have to deduct it backwards. Things don't end there."

I don't know when the sky turned cloudy, the clouds covered the moon, and the tiny raindrops hit the face, which was a little cool.

"It seems that we can't stay outside anymore," Sang Ruo wiped away the water dripping on his cheeks with his fingertips, and asked Rongji, "Do you feel better?"

Rong Ji turned his head slightly, looking at the woman beside him.

Sang Ruo has always acted indifferently and cruelly, and she is obviously an impatient person, but this time she made her see the other side.

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, hiding her emotions.

"It's much easier. I always thought it would be difficult to say these things." Rong Ji smiled with curved lips.

Sang Ruo said, "Because it's time."

The rain tended to fall harder and harder, Rong Ji raised his hand, waved it in front of Sang Ruo, and hung there: "Here."

Sang Ruo was stunned for a moment, then put her hand on it without knowing why: "This is..."

Rong Ji laughed, and pulled her forward: "Go back."

Sang Ruo was pulled forward by her and ran forward in small steps. The slanting raindrops passed through their bodies and dripped on the bluestone road, splashing small water droplets.

The world is very quiet, only the sound of pattering rain.

Passing by the Great Lake, the water of the lake was wrinkled by raindrops, blurring their reflections.

The temperature from their palms is warm, they seem to have escaped from the hustle and bustle of the world, there is no plan to be completed, no blood feud, and no thousands of years of time.

Sang Ruo felt in a daze, as if her best friends hadn't left, they were wearing thin clothes and walking through the slanting rain curtain, young and not worried.

Where Rong Ji couldn't see, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Soon the bright lights were in front of her eyes, Lan Jiu anxiously stood outside holding an umbrella, and Ji Lan followed behind her.

Sang Ruo subconsciously broke away Rong Ji's hand.

Rong Ji: "..."

The temperature on her palm disappeared, and there was a feeling of emptiness, and she lowered her eyes.

Lan Jiu came forward to meet him: "Master Siwu, Miss Sang. Where have you been? Jilan and I have searched all over the courtyard."

Rong Ji came back to his senses: "Oh, it's nothing, we went outside for a walk."

Lan Jiu doesn't quite understand what's better at night, feed the mosquitoes?He nodded ignorantly: "It's fine, let's go in quickly, your clothes are all wet."

Clean clothes and hot water have been prepared in the house,

Sang Ruo changed the wet robe and asked Lan Jiu, "I remember there is a kitchen in the courtyard?"

Lan Jiu nodded: "Do you want to use it, I will take you there?"

Rong Ji just changed into casual clothes and came out: "What are you going to do?"

Sang Ruo said: "Did you not eat well at the banquet? I'll make some pastries."

The banquet prepared by the dignitaries was not a place for eating at all. Before going there, Rong Ji expected that kind of situation, and ate and wrote something to fill her stomach, but after so many things happened, Sang Ruoyi said, she really felt hungry up.

Lan Jiu hurriedly said: "How can I bother you about the cakes, I'll just ask someone to deliver a copy."

"No," Sang Ruo shook his head lightly, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his black eyes, "From today on, don't eat food from outside."

Lan Nineteen: "Huh?"

Rong Ji was keenly aware of something, and interrupted Lan Jiu: "I'll take her there, I want to learn too."

So Lan Jiu was "robbed" of his job.

The kitchen is not far away, and we will arrive soon.Sang Ruo walked in and took a closer look, it was like a small stove, there was no sign of it being used—there was no one who knew how to make things in Rongji Courtyard.

Fortunately, the ingredients inside have been replaced by special personnel, and they are fresh.

There are not many things needed to make pastries, and there are no molds inside, so Sang Ruo picked some things that don't need molds to make.

"Why did you say that just now?" Rong Ji asked Sang Ruo.

"It's nothing," Sang Ruo said, "I just suddenly thought that Mei Si, who has been in power for so long, probably won't be a fool... In a few days, you will understand why."

"Oh……"

Seeing her doing it skillfully, Rong Ji couldn't help getting closer to her long and slender fingers, which was pleasing to the eye.

Unexpectedly, Sang Ruo would really do it, really... Sang Ruo doesn't seem to be very down-to-earth. If Rong Ji is like the kind of noble person whose fingers don't touch Yang Chunshui, then Sang Ruo is completely disdainful of doing such things. Bad guy.

Sang Ruo tilted her head and saw Rong Ji's face full of curiosity. Under the long eyelashes, the amber eyes were like honey, and her movements paused.

She quickly lowered her head, concentrating on the pastry in her hand.

After a while, she explained: "I used to travel with my best friend. She was good at everything, but the things she made were unpalatable. I was afraid that she would starve to death, so I had to take over this part of the task."

Datianmo has a good talent for cooking, and the more he cooks, the more he can master the tricks. In addition, wherever he goes, he learns the local signature dishes with the encouragement of his best friends, and he knows a lot of things without knowing it. chef.

When saying this, Sang Ruo didn't know that her eyes became softer.

Rong Ji pursed her thin lips slightly: "Friend? I'm a little curious. What kind of person is she who can make you willing to practice a good craft?"

What kind of person can make Sang Ruo show such eyes?

She didn't notice that her tone was a little sour.

"Her..." Sang Ruo stopped moving.

Rong Ji listened attentively.

"It's a fool."