It was cold back then

The bright moon hangs high, and the moon is shining like a practice. Under the blue and black night sky, the tall pavilions are brightly lit with candles, and the lavender gauze curtains are fluttering with the wind.

There is a brass censer on the long table, and the green smoke is lingering, slowly outlining the graceful figure of the beauty in red.

A masked guard buried his head and said respectfully, "Pavilion Master."

Meng Qing was sitting lazily in front of the desk, mixing various kinds of incense in her hands.

"Caught it?"

The guard secretly squeezed his palms tightly, and said in panic: "The disciple followed all the way, but he still escaped."

His eyes were raised slightly, under the long eyelashes, there was a little chill in those bottomless black pupils.

"waste."

The guards hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Please calm down the master! The Ghost Hand Lightness Kungfu is wonderful, we are really powerless, and it is difficult to capture him."

Meng Qing slanted her eyes slightly, and her tone was flat: "It's been as long as a month, and I have returned without success every time." She dropped the wooden spoon in her hand and said coldly, "It seems that you want to die before him."

The guard was terrified and tremblingly said: "Disciple, disciple has done his best!"

Meng Qing looked at her for a while, then looked away again: "Come here."

As soon as the words fell, several guards in the same attire came in from outside.

"I have seen the pavilion master!"

Meng Qing picked up the wooden spoon again, casually adjusted the fragrance, and said lightly: "Drag it, kill it."

Several guards took orders and immediately walked towards the kneeling person on the ground.

The guard was shocked when he heard the words, and he was very anxious: "Pavilion master forgive me! I hope the pavilion master will give this disciple another chance, next time! Next time this disciple will definitely be able to catch the ghost hand!"

The brown spice exudes a strong fragrance. Meng Qing lowered her head and sniffed it for a while, then said slowly: "It's useless to keep low-quality things."

After she finished speaking, she poured out all the spices.

The guard kept begging for mercy and wept bitterly, while the other guards took him away from the pavilion without saying a word.

Not long after, I heard an extremely shrill scream from downstairs.

The night wind blew past, blowing away all the screams, and the boundless night scene returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

After a while, the previous guards came upstairs again, and one of them reported: "Go back to Pavilion Master, it has been resolved."

A maid brought a basin of clean water, Meng Qing washed his hands covered with spices, and said, "If you don't catch the ghost hand back within three days, you will end up in the same way."

Several guards showed embarrassment one after another, but they didn't dare to say anything, they could only respond: "This subordinate will definitely live up to the pavilion master's expectations!"

Meng Qing waved her hand and said, "Back off."

After serving her to wash her hands, the maid served another cup of hot tea and asked, "It's late at night, can the pavilion master take a bath and go to bed?"

Looking around the hall, Meng Qing asked, "Where is Lan Xin?"

The maid leaned over and said, "Emissary Lan Zhang must have something to do, he went out earlier."

"Going out?" Meng Qing thought for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "I'm going out without knowing about it, I'm afraid someone will find her."

The maid didn't know, but she didn't ask any more questions, she just continued to ask: "Then, does the pavilion master want to go to bed?"

Meng Qing took a sip of the hot tea, said calmly, "No hurry," she said, then paused, "Go and prepare some food, remember to keep light, and then go get some iced ebony juice."

The maid agreed one by one, and immediately went downstairs.

In the guest room of the inn in Sheng'an City, there was a small figure lying on the window and watching for a long time.

An hour has passed since the previous conversation, and Yue Chuhan's room was always lit with candles, Qisang knew that she must have trouble falling asleep, and also worried about how to leave quietly.

Regarding Meng Qing's cheating on her, Qi Sang had to question her face to face no matter what, although all the previous facts seemed indisputable, but no matter what, she had to listen to Meng Qing's answer with her own ears.

Sitting in the room for a long time, Qi Sang also figured out many suspicious points that she hadn't noticed before. First of all, Meng Qing was robbed by the bearded beard on the night when she was going to send her and Yue Chuhan back to Biyun Villa. A man in black suddenly appeared. I didn't think about it at the time, but now I realized that it must be Meng Qing's handwriting.

And when she was in Qixing Pavilion, she kept letting Lan Xin follow her. It sounded like it was for her personal safety, but it was actually a blatant surveillance!It's ridiculous that she was completely kept in the dark at the time, and after meeting Pei Lu in Shangyong City, she pretended to be clever and gave Pei Lu a favor.

Isn't this a typical example of being sold and helping to count the money!

The more Qisang thought about it, the angrier she became, but the people living in this inn are masters of kung fu, so they must not be able to go through the main entrance openly, the only way is to open the window.

But this is the second floor, and she doesn't know how to do light work. Although she won't fall to her death, she will suffer if she jumps down. Besides, if there is any disturbance, Yue Chuhan will definitely notice it, so she has to think of a safe way.

Qi Sang thought hard for a while, and suddenly remembered the scene of turning the window in the TV series, so she hurried to the bed and dragged out the sheets and quilt.

After another while, Qisang, who was carefully sliding down the bed sheet, finally landed on the ground.

She was not in a hurry to leave, but squatted on the spot and listened carefully to the sounds in Yue Chu's cold room, and seeing that she didn't seem to notice, she cautiously ran out of the city.

It wasn't until she left the city that Qisang hid in the woods and took out the bamboo whistle in her arms and blew a few times.

Although she came back from the customs with a bearded beard, she couldn't remember the way at all. In addition, it was dark and she couldn't see clearly, and she didn't have any sense of direction. She didn't know if the bamboo whistle was so magical. can you hear me?

Qi Sang was not sure after all, but she could only sit on the ground and wait.

After about a stick of incense, the sound of someone falling to the ground suddenly sounded behind her, Qi Sang was overjoyed, and when she looked back, it was indeed Lan Xin who rushed over.

"Miss Yue?"

Qi Sang hurriedly said, "Quick! Take me to the customs! I want to see Meng Qing!"

Lan Xin looked at her: "Now?"

Qi Sang nodded repeatedly: "I have something urgent to find her!"

Seeing that she was in a hurry, Lan Xin didn't ask any more questions, she just said: "Young lady is afraid of heights, I'm afraid she can't use light work, walking will take time."

There is no time to take into account those who are afraid of heights or not!Qi Sang urged: "I can't control that much anymore, I'll close my eyes, just hurry up!"

Lan Xin said "That's fine", then she raised her arms to embrace Qi Sang, and the two of them jumped to the top of the tree in an instant.

Although her eyes were closed, Qisang still couldn't help feeling flustered and frightened during the ups and downs, but Lan Xin followed her advice and hurried on the road quickly, and took her to the customs in a short time.

Entering the pass, when the two found the tall building and were about to go up, they suddenly saw a few guards in green clothes surrounding the long street beside the building. Under the bright moonlight, they could clearly see the ground covered with blood, and in the pool of blood, On the other hand, there was a dead body with eyes wide open.

Before Qi Sang could react, Lan Xin raised her leg to block in front of her, and said in a low voice, "Clean up quickly!"

The guards moved swiftly and quickly carried the corpse away.

Qi Sang looked at the pool of blood that was still slowly spreading, and frowned, "Why do you want to kill the disciples in the pavilion?"

Lan Xin glanced at her and said: "The pavilion master will not do something for no reason, she must have made a mistake, the girl should go up first."

Qi Sang withdrew her gaze, bit her lip, and went upstairs with a complicated heart.

Unexpectedly, she came back to this place in just a few days, but she was in a different state of mind than before. Qisang felt a little hard to describe at the moment. She climbed to the top of the pavilion, the hall was brightly lit, and dazzling candles were burning everywhere. She didn't know when to quietly retreat, she stood outside the gauze tent and looked inside, but she couldn't see the familiar figure.

No one is there?Thinking about it, Qi Sang raised her hand and opened the gauze curtain and walked into the hall. The first thing she saw was a long table filled with sumptuous dishes.

The smell was so strong that it whetted one's appetite. After running around all day before having dinner, Qisang looked at the long table and suddenly her stomach growled twice.

She is a little hungry.

Qi Sang pressed her belly, thinking: If you want to ask a teacher, you have to be fully prepared. How can you get the energy to argue with the big devil when you are hungry for a while?

Then she walked towards the long table, intending to cook two bowls of rice first, but Qisang stopped halfway, and she cursed herself in her heart for being worthless, how could she still think about eating at this time?Eat a fart!Fighting matters!

During some mental activity, her stomach let out a few more unsatisfactory growls.

As soon as this sound fell, another low laugh sounded from behind.

Qi Sang turned her head quickly, and saw Meng Qing standing three steps away from her, her skirt fluttering, reflecting the candlelight all over the hall, her face became more and more shockingly beautiful.

"Since you're hungry, why hesitate?"

Before coming here, Qisang was still arrogant, and planned to give this person a bad impression as soon as she met, but now she really saw her, but she couldn't help but restrain herself.

"These foods... you know I'm coming?"

Meng Qing approached her slowly, and said with a smile: "Lan Xin went out suddenly without knowing it. No one else has this privilege except you."

A familiar figure gradually approached, and the distance between the two gradually shortened. Feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression, Qi Sang subconsciously took a few steps back, holding her skirt tightly with both hands.

Seeing that she reacted differently, Meng Qing stopped and smiled: "Why?"

Qi Sang really wanted to yell "You liar!" at her, but she couldn't help swallowing the words.

The person in front of him is dressed in red, standing with his hands behind his back, his body is slender and elegant, standing very upright, his long hair hanging down his waist is as black as ink, although it is only scattered, except for the silver with ruby ​​on his forehead. Outside the chain, there are not too many decorations, but there is an indescribably powerful aura, as if that smiling face will become as cold as ice in the next moment, and she can want everything she wants with a light touch of her lips and teeth. want human life.

Candles were flickering all over the hall, and the light and shadow were vague. Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew quickly, blowing the four-sided veil.

The back of Qisang's neck felt cold, and she shivered immediately.

Meng Qing looked at her quietly, with the dancing candles in her eyes: "Why don't you talk? You came here specially to find me, but you are only in a trance, have something on your mind?"

Qi Sang felt very uncomfortable, and immediately regretted coming to her so recklessly, so she tried her best to calmly say: "I, I'm hungry!"

"Sit down and eat when you're hungry," Meng Qing said, pulling her to the table and sitting down, "You like to eat them all, look, my sister also specially asked someone to prepare your favorite ebony juice, try it? "

The exquisite white porcelain bottle contained a beautiful drink. Meng Qing poured a cup for her and handed it to her lips.

Qi Sang was about to reach out to pick it up, but Meng Qing withdrew her hand and said, "Sister, hello."

Qi Sang couldn't control her stuttering: "No, no need, I will do it myself..."

Meng Qing didn't insist, Qi Sang quickly took it and gulped it clean in one go.

"Is it delicious?"

"...Delicious."

"Don't drink too much if it's delicious." Meng Qing picked up the chopsticks to pick up food for her. "Eat something first. Drinking too much acid on an empty stomach will affect your appetite."

Qi Sang stiffened and picked up the rice bowl, munching on vegetables with a dull expression.

Meng Qing looked at her with great interest, and said softly, "How did you remember it at this time?"

Qi Sang turned a deaf ear and continued to concentrate on eating.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Meng Qing said again: "Come out quietly? Does Yue Chuhan know?"

Hearing her mention Yue Chuhan, Qisang's heart skipped a beat: "She doesn't know."

"It seems that there is something important to tell my sister," Meng Qing said, "What is it?"

Qi Sang quickly planed the bowl of rice until there was not a single grain left, and then said after deliberation: "I have something to ask you."

Meng Qing smiled: "What are you talking about?"

Qi Sang wiped her mouth and calmed down her restless heart, but she didn't know where to start, so she could only talk about him and said, "You lied to me when you said you didn't arrange for me to go back?"

Meng Qing supported her chin with her arms, and said, "Just to ask this?"

Qi Sang nodded hesitantly.

Meng Qing softly said: "I'm afraid that if you know about my sister's plan early in the morning, you will act unnaturally. That's not to lie to you, it's for your own good. After you go back this time, those people in the Eastern Realm shouldn't doubt you anymore, right?"

Qi Sang was silent for a moment, tried her best to pretend to be indifferent, and said, "What about the others?"

"Other?"

"Other things, have you lied to me?"

"what do you mean?"

Qi Sang boldly met her gaze: "You have been lying to me about my life experience, haven't you?"