Chapter 23 A Millennium Dream (Part 1) -
“I lied, I am a liar.”
“Nian Niang did not attack me, nor did I fall into the black water, it was all me Made it up to gain sympathy.”
Song Weichen lowered his head and said these words with difficulty.
She didn’t mean to hide the truth, but even if she told the truth, Gu Cangyue would never admit it. Instead, he might never help her again in the future. She would have no one to rely on in the world, and she needed The boss is close by.
Of course she understood that Mo Tingfeng would no longer have any trust in her, and her suspicion would be aggravated, but... it was the lesser of two evils.
"Song Weichen!" He approached her step by step, and she ducked back with a guilty conscience, and finally retreated to the corner, with no way to retreat.
"When Gu Cang Yue rescued you, it coincided with the disappearance of Bai Pao. Now he has become the supervisor of the case. Don't you think it's suspicious? Your shielding may let the real culprit go. ! ”
“Whether Gu Cangyue is in charge or not, he must be involved in Baipao’s disappearance!”
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Mo Tingfeng stretched out his arms to support himself on the wall, trapping Song Weichen who lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.
"If you were his woman, it would make sense to be so protective, but if he is involved, you can't escape the relationship. The crime of shielding will be punished with the same punishment!"
"Azhi !" Song Weichen felt her face was hot and her throat was dry. She didn't know if she was frightened by Mo Tingfeng. She felt very cold and was shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm not covering up anyone, I really... don't know anything. Okay! I admit that it's true that I was thrown into the water by Nian Niang, but when I was conscious again, I was in your bed. ”
She looked up at him and looked directly into his eyes.
"If you really want to ask who saved me, it can only be you."
He looked at her, as if there were abyss in his eyes.
“You mean, you are covering me up?”
“I mean, don’t force me to admit things I don’t know.”
“What do you think? Will I still believe you? ”
Song Weichen shook his groggy head and felt that his whole body was so cold that his bones ached. "It doesn't matter. Believe it or not, that's your business. If there is evidence, just arrest me. If there is no evidence, can I leave now?"
Mo Tingfeng hesitated. In fact, he had been Deceiving Song Weichen - with Gu Cangyue's character, if Baipao's disappearance case was really related to him, and with how much he cared about this girl, he would never leave her alone on the boat. But if it had nothing to do with him, he and she were clearly hiding something together, exactly what it was...
He looked at her with a complicated expression, but found that something was wrong with her.
"Why is your face so red?" He subconsciously touched her forehead, which was surprisingly hot.
"Boss, do you have a hospital here? I would like to take a day off this afternoon..."
The voice became lower and lower, and before he could react, she was already unsteady and fell into his arms, as hot as a coal.
“Song Weichen!”
Huo Tan in his arms closed his eyes and did not respond.
This mortal woman is really as fragile as an ant, and she is prone to illness. Do you expect her to solve the case? It's better to hope that the criminal's conscience will show up and he will surrender! The prophesied Soulspeaker? I'm afraid it's an exaggeration. Mo Tingfeng thought angrily, but still took her back to his house.
As Gu Cangyue's woman, it was inappropriate to lie on his bed. After much hesitation, he actually took her to the room next to his bedroom, the room called Wuqingju.
No matter what, just like the original owner of Wuqingju, he was a little liar who never told the truth, so he deserved to live in this house. There was resentment in his heart, but his movements were very gentle. He carefully carried Song Weichen to the bed and covered her with a quilt. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her for a while before going out.
He has to go to the Underworld Division. There has been no news about the reincarnation of that woman in the past thousand years. Even recently, he has not inquired about it for more than 20 years. Anyway, he has to go to the Underworld Division in the afternoon to check whether There is a new death record of the predecessor Baipao, so we might as well ask for news about that heartless woman.
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Song Weichen had a dream while sleeping.
It’s still the dream that I knew the ending from the beginning.
She doesn’t know how many people in the world have experienced recurring dreams, but since adolescence, she has had the same dream repeatedly from time to time - just like a jigsaw puzzle, the pieces she picks up may not be the same piece every time. But she knew very well that these repeated dream puzzles all pointed to the same story and revolved around the same person.
Song Weichen dreamed that he was in a graceful and elegant house with flowers everywhere in the capital. To be precise, it was in the back garden of this house. At this time, the night was getting darker and the lights were starting to shine, reflecting the stars in the sky. It was very beautiful. ——But it seems that no one except her cares about the moon and the stars.
A banquet is being held here. There are many noble officials and young men in noble clothes, hugging girls in light clothes. They gather in groups of two or three and sit at the tables that are deliberately scattered in the garden. , or drinking, or showing off, or laughing loudly, or flirting ambiguously.
The girls are wearing heavy makeup, fragrant clothes, and all of them are graceful and smiling. This scene does not seem to be in the human world. It is no wonder that the young men and officials are all distracted. , Hun'er has been flying for a long time.
Song Weichen stood alone under the cloister hidden in the corner of the courtyard. He was dressed in moon-white gauze with clear makeup. He had a simple jade hairpin on his head and a waterfall of black hair. He was not pretentious at all. She knew that she was out of place here, and even standing here seemed a little out of place. If possible, she just wanted to turn around and run away, but she couldn't leave. Since she was a child, she was brought here by her biological father at the cost of ten bushels of rice. She could never leave again.
At this time, these dignitaries, who only had Mu Cui's blushing eyebrows and drunken dreams, were, to put it mildly, waiting eagerly for her, waiting for the rumored stunning actress to show off her youth. To put it bluntly, they were not waiting for her, but for someone to entertain them.
And she always felt that she was a loser.
She doesn’t know what they want to see, and she doesn’t give them what they want.
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The boy came to greet you on the porch, "As expected, the girl is here, waiting for you."
Song Weichen raised her head slightly and sniffed the scent of osmanthus in the air. She knew that if she walked a few steps further, she would be in the courtyard. I can only smell the smell of wine and meat, and I want to hide the fragrance of osmanthus.
She followed the boy to the water pavilion in the center of the back garden. The water pavilion was surrounded by a light gauze curtain, which made the scenery in the pavilion look faint. The incense burner on the side of the table was filled with aloes of incense, connecting her and The lively scattered tables were slightly spaced apart, and they felt a little more at ease.
She looked at the guqin on the table. On such a night, you should play some music suitable for the occasion, such as "Feng Qiu Huang" or "Love Song". After all, the atmosphere is charming and the guests will already feel like drunkards.
I pondered for a while, and when I started to read the music on the piano, the song I played was "Guangling San", which is about dying generously and full of revenge.
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The voice of business is slow, the voice of the palace is low, and the powerful ministers only order the royal family to be humble.
I heard that Zhongda peeked into the sky, and people saw birds flying in Jin's house.
Zi Yuan abolished Fang Zhao and killed Mao, and Chang Dao, the countryman, was finally overthrown.
The three righteous teachers started from Guangling, but all failed and were slaughtered.
Guangling San, Xuan Zhu Ling.
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The song ended, and it was soul-stirring, but this song was really inappropriate for this scene.
Listening carefully through the curtain, it turns out that there is much less laughter around. It is estimated that some adults are half sober after hearing the murderous intention in this song. There is no such thing as a spring night. Yaxing.
Song Weichen smiled faintly. This was the result of letting frustrated people come to cheer up. What's more, there were so many hypocritical people here, she really couldn't sympathize with them.
She leaned on the sofa, picked up the Tongbai tea on the table and sipped it. At this time, the young man entered Deshui Pavilion and handed over the greeting card for tonight. He looked at it one by one with "Excellent artistry", "Beauty is so drunk" and "I have longed for it". Song Weichen's mood was waning, as if he had already seen the greeting card. The faces with clear intentions behind them.
Suddenly her eyes paused, and she saw one of the pictures, with four words written in vigorous pen and ink: "It has nothing to do with the romance." It hit her heart.
"Interesting, invite him."
(End of this chapter)