late snow

It's autumn at this time, the weather is not that hot anyway, Ji Huai is lying on the bed, the wind blowing in from the window is a bit cool.

The wrist was carefully smeared with medicine and bandaged, and it didn't hurt much.

From time to time, the image of Zhan Hua seriously bandaging him with downcast eyes appeared in his mind.

Ji Huai turned over a little annoyed.

He bit it, no matter how careful the medicine was, it would be useless!

Ji Huai rarely fell asleep, got up and walked to the window, raised his head to look at the moon.

"Master Ji, it's cold at night, you should go to bed earlier." A cold voice suddenly sounded by the window, making Ji Huai tremble with fright.

"Who!?" He took a step back.

The person outside the window came out of the shadows, "Ming Ye, my subordinate, I will watch the night for Young Master Ji by the order of the master."

As soon as the voice fell, the window was closed with a "bang", wiping his nose.

Ming Ye: "..."

This Yao Yinzi has a really big temper.

The hot-tempered Yao Yinzi was so angry that he walked around the room, fell down on the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

Ji Huai was locked up for seven or eight days in succession.

No matter where he went, the man named Ming Ye would follow him with him, even staring at him when he went to the toilet.

That night, Ji Huai finally couldn't take it anymore, and asked him with a dark face, "Where's Zhan Hua?"

"Subordinates have no right to ask about the master's whereabouts." Ming Ye bowed his head.

Ji Huaipi smiled and said: "Don't die outside, right?"

Ming Ye's expression changed slightly, "Young Master Ji, speak carefully."

"Heh." Ji Huai snorted lightly, and when he turned his head, he met Zhan Hua's calm and handsome face.

Ji Huai: "!!"

When did this person come in! ?

Zhan Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you disappointed that I didn't die?"

Ji Huai: "..."

Zhan Hua put a wooden box on the table, and there were two gold-plated invitation cards on the box, his voice was cool in the evening breeze, "Come here."

As Ji Huai walked over, he was immediately attracted by the handwriting on the invitation, "Martial arts league meeting?"

"En." Zhan Hua threw the two invitations on the table casually, opened the box in his hand, and there were two lifelike photos inside.

Ji Huai's face turned pale with fright, and he took a step back, "This is human skin!?"

Zhan Hua twisted up a piece of paper and handed it to him, expressionlessly said: "Touch it and you'll know."

Ji Huai stood still, but his face was ugly. Seeing him like this, Zhan Hua stopped teasing him and said, "It's not human skin."

Ji Huai obviously didn't believe it. Seeing that Zhan Hua was going to put the slap on his face, he immediately took two steps back, "What are you doing?"

"Put it on for you." Zhan Hua grabbed his wrist and pushed him onto the chair, stroking his face with cold fingers, "You go out with your own face, and you will be kidnapped within a hundred meters .”

The handsome fake monk leaned against the table, his tone was a bit joking, and he always felt that what he said was not so serious, but Zhan Hua's face was so expressionless that people couldn't tell whether he was joking or serious.

Ji Huai turned his head slightly, and he pinched his jaw.

"Don't move around." Zhan Hua seemed to be comparing his face with the size of the mask. After carefully examining it for a moment, he put down the mask in his hand and picked up another mask, "This one is just right."

Ji Huai frowned and slapped his hand away, "I don't wear it."

"Ji Huai." Zhan Hua's voice was low.

Ji Huai froze, and then remembered that his wealth and life were in Zhan Hua's hands. After a while, he turned his head silently, with anger in his eyes.

Zhan Hua sighed silently, and patiently explained to him, "It's really not human skin, it's made of boiled pig skin."

Ji Huai reluctantly accepted this statement.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhan Hua stopped what he was doing and looked at him silently.

For some reason, that gaze was slightly strange, Ji Huai frowned, "What's wrong?"

"This mask is very suitable for you." Zhan Hua hooked the corner of his mouth.

Ji Huai got up to look for the mirror, Zhan Hua took out a small palm-sized mirror from nowhere, "Here."

Ji Huai took the mirror and took a look. The face in the mirror had willow brows and cherry lips, and almond eyes slightly turned up. It was clearly a woman's face!

"Zhan Hua!" Ji Huai was so angry that he threw the mirror down and said angrily, "What do you mean?"

Even dressed him up as a woman!

Zhan Hua put down the things in his hands, and said: "All the sects are watching your tracks. If you appear as a man, even if you are disguised, someone will recognize you. As a woman, you will be caught by surprise—"

Ji Huai reached out to tear off the mask, but Zhan Hua held down his wrist.

Seeing that he was extremely angry, Zhan Hua seemed a little puzzled: "Why are you so angry?"

Ji Huai was trembling with anger, "You humiliated me so much, do you want me to apologize to you!"

"It's not to humiliate you." Zhan Hua frowned when he saw that he was a little angry, "I used to disguise myself as a woman to avoid the pursuit of the enemy, and this method is very useful."

Ji Huai was stunned for a moment, then stared at Zhan Hua and said, "You... have you ever pretended to be a woman?"

"Naturally." Zhan Hua said calmly, "Otherwise, how would you know the method is easy to use?"

Ji Huai looked at him suspiciously, as if he was discerning the truth in his words.

"I don't need to lie to you." Zhan Hua said solemnly: "When you put on the veil, no one will be able to see your face, just in case."

Ji Huai believed it seven or eight points, but he was still a little aggrieved.

"We'll start tomorrow." Zhan Hua held his wrist, caressing the scarred wound on his wrist inadvertently, suddenly feeling thirsty for some reason.

"Don't get the mask wet for twelve hours." Zhan Hua instructed, "Rest early."

After speaking, he let go of Ji Huai's wrist, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." The person behind him suddenly stopped him.

Zhan Hua turned around in confusion, only to see Ji Huai standing under the light, with a beautiful face similar to his original appearance, asking calmly, "Do you want blood?"

On that face, only a pair of eyes are real, reflecting the dim candlelight.

Zhan Hua's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his lowered eyes avoided those eyes.

He turned around and said in a calm voice, "No need for now."

Two doors opened and were closed.

Everyone inside and outside the door breathed a sigh of relief.