Chapter 24: A Thousand Years of Dreams (Part 2) -
Song Weichen is a Qingshui herdsman in this courtyard called "Bie Yuan". Because of his piano skills and singing voice, he is favored by nobles and enters the palace many times. I performed in front of me, so I can always maintain this cool posture. Even though there are many people with good hands and eyes who come in and out of this house, they don't dare to get involved easily. They just want to meet, have tea and chat.
After a cup of tea, the waiter had already brought the man over. The candle lamp was dim, but he could still see that he was an imposing figure. He was wearing a dark green dress embroidered with silver bamboo. A handsome young man.
"But if he is really a young man with a clear breeze and bright moonlight, why do he come to this Fireworks Willow Mansion to pay his respects." With this thought, Song Weichen felt even more alienated.
"I don't drink alcohol at all. If you want to have a drink, sir, please feel free to do so."
The young man smiled slightly and said, "I don't drink at all. Can you ask the girl for a cup of tea?"
There was indeed no smell of alcohol on his body, but there was a vague smell of incense in the temple, perhaps. What kind of sachet is made of special materials? It smells really good. With this good impression, Song Weichen poured him tea.
"What do you want to teach me tonight?"
"I don't dare to teach you, I'm just curious." He glanced around, "I'm curious about the female assassin under the veil. What does it look like?"
Song Weichen was about to pick up the tea cup, but he put his hand down after hearing this, "What do you mean by this?"
"The girl sings the Guangling Sandan very well, sometimes slowly and sometimes urgently. It makes people feel so dangerous that they dare not break out in sweat. It is like a big drama of Nie Zheng assassinating the King of Han. It is so spicy and cruel that it is not a female assassin but What?”
Song Weichen smiled, “Young Master knows how to talk to me over the years, but the words of this female assassin are quite new.”
"There is something more innovative, do you want to hear it?"
Song Weichen raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at him with a half-smile.
“The important person I had an appointment with tonight turned pale after listening to the girl’s song, and said he was ill and returned home urgently. The girl ruined an important thing for me and caused me to lose money. It’s tragic. So, I came to ask for compensation.”
Song Weichen laughed out loud for the first time, "I wonder what the young master wants me to compensate for?"
After a pause, "...I don't want anyone else, but if I want my life, I can give it to you."
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He picked up the three-legged bronze teapot with silver threads on the stove, poured a cup of tea for Song Weichen, filled it for himself, and drank the tea in one gulp.
"The girl is so proud. I don't know what to ask for at the moment. Let's discuss this issue with the girl next time, so that you owe me first." He stood up and nodded to Song Weichen, "I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave."
As soon as he turned around, he turned his face slightly as if remembering something, "The moonlight tonight is so beautiful."
"Sir," Song Weichen thought in his mind and called out to the man who was about to leave.
The man turned to look at her.
“I don’t know the name of the young master?” She smiled, “I have to know which noble family I am in debt to?”
“It’s me.”
The man's face suddenly felt familiar to Song Weichen, and she couldn't help but stare at his face carefully.
"Song Weichen, I am Mo Tingfeng."
The man's face actually overlapped with Mo Tingfeng's face.
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Song Weichen thought it was his eyesight, closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, the water pavilion in the backyard of the deep house was no longer around him. Mo Tingfeng was looking at him with a concerned look. Looking at her.
He couldn't explain why he was in a hurry to come back from Huangquan Division. He obviously didn't need to care about her so much, but he still hurried back as quickly as possible after finishing the matter. It happened that the attendant came to deliver the boiled medicine, so he brought it himself. , as soon as he entered the door, I heard her keep asking his name like hysteria.
"I'm talking nonsense because of the fever. Come on, drink some water first."
Mo Tingfeng sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to lift Song Weichen up, letting her lean half against the head of the bed to feed her. water.
"I was dreaming, dreaming about you", her memory was still immersed in the dream.
“Dream of me?”
He picked up the medicine bowl and stirred it gently with a spoon, trying to make the medicine less hot.
"Well, I often have the same dream. The man in the dream always cannot remember his appearance after waking up, but I remember it clearly this time." Song Weichen looked at Mo Tingfeng, "Unexpectedly Looks exactly like you.”
“It’s not Gu Cangyue?”
He didn’t know why he said this so bitterly. She didn't want to make her sick when she was sick, so she added, "Am I going to make you take medicine in the dream?"
"You came all the way to hear me play music." "What kind of music is worth playing? I made a special trip to listen?" he asked perfunctorily while stirring the medicine.
My heart is full of disdain, why is it like that Ruan girl who wants to listen to music at every turn. From ancient times to the present, there is only one person who can make him make a special trip to listen to music. It is a pity that the woman has art but no character, so let's not mention it.
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"Guangling San".
Actually, she didn’t know what she was playing in her dream at first. She only deliberately looked up and learned the piece after having repeated dreams.
The hand stirring the medicine stopped.
"You mean, I listen to you playing Guangling in my sleep?" He raised his eyes and looked at her blankly.
He remembered the first time he met that woman: Xia Ye Xinghe. Her Guangling Spells were so soul-stirring that she was incompatible with that intoxicating place, just like a female assassin who was looking forward to death.
Looking at her suspiciously for a while, he asked in a strange way, "Let me ask you, who was you in that dream?"
Song Weichen almost choked on his saliva when he heard this question, I thought to myself, brother, you really know how to ask, you can’t say that I am a promiscuous woman in the dream, right? With his venomous tongue and misogyny, he would be laughed at to death if he knew it.
"He is an expert who has escaped into Buddhism and is admired by the world for his superb piano skills. Oh, it's just a dream, don't take it seriously!"
She was not good at lying, and she looked guilty and panicked, which made him even more suspicious. .
"Song Weichen, take a closer look at this Wuqingju. What do you think?" He deliberately emphasized the word Wuqingju very strongly. Should he look forward to it, or should he hate it?
Yiyan looked around the room and found that they were all items from his daughter’s home, including an embroidered screen and a bronze mirror dressing table, which also contained lacquered dowry, comb, grate, rouge, and ink cream, etc. Objects, there is also a beauty sleeping by the window.
Why does Tingfeng Mansion have a woman’s room? Judging from the scenery outside, it should be right next to his bedroom. Could it be that he prepared it for his female family members? I feel nothing... She thought, how should I feel?
"Boss, why don't you give me a hint as to what direction I should have? Just give me a keyword. The scene of the murder? The place where the wife died? The place of tryst?"
Mo Tingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, As expected, I was overly concerned.
She can never be her.
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Song Weichen was just about to ask more when a spoonful of medicine was fed into his mouth without any explanation, and he frowned in pain. She had been sick since she was a child, so she hated the smell of medicine. If she drank a full bowl of this bitter medicine, she would really die.
"Is this made from fish gall that has been dead for three days? If I am guilty, please let the law punish me. Don't torture me with this thing..."
Before I finished speaking, I was stuffed with a mouthful. , and instantly her stomach juices surged and she felt nauseated. She covered her mouth and tried her best to endure it, holding back a layer of mist in her eyes.
"It is natural to take medicine when you are sick."
How often has he given medicine to others? Even he felt that his concern for her was beyond the limit, but he still looked so ignorant and ungrateful. Displeasing.
Seeing that she was determined not to open her mouth, she could only compromise and feed her the pear soup prepared in advance on the table. Although her expression was cold, her movements were careful and gentle. If outsiders saw this scene, they would probably Misunderstanding is a couple.
"Why can I dream, but still can't go back to reality?" He finally asked unwillingly.
"The passage between your dreams and sleep is not broken. The break is on the other side back to the human world. What, you want to escape?"
He stared at her face, "Then Your current status as a suspect will be brought back to you no matter the end of the world. Before the White Robe case is solved, I advise you to completely give up."
She didn't understand why her image was in his mind. He is always so miserable, either full of lies or afraid of crime and wants to run away. Why is there such a big prejudice?
A mouthful of pear soup was given to him, but she avoided it angrily.
"Did I offend you in my previous life? Do you know that your prejudice against me is a kind of workplace bullying?"
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In my previous life?
The speaker is unintentional and the listener is interested. We should indeed investigate the past life of this little girl. Maybe the relationship between her and Gu Cangyue will be revealed. It would be better if we can find clues to the disappearance case. However, to find out whether a living person had committed a crime in the Huangquan Division in his previous life, he could ask Master Si You for help privately...
Seeing him staring at her in a daze, as if he was planning something, Song Weichen was a little nervous.
"Hey, I am also the legendary Soul Whisperer after all, and I am very valuable to the Sichen Mansion. Don't just think about catching me."
She suddenly regretted not leaving with Gu Cangyue. Comparing prison life with soft food... No, there is no comparison. Those who know the current affairs will eat soft food!
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“Open your mouth! Take the medicine and I won’t arrest you.”
Impatient and patient, a spoonful of medicine and a spoonful of pear soup were fed to her mouth in turn. Meanwhile, Song Weichen's resistance was futile and he could only act as an emotionless medicine-swallowing machine, but he drank most of the bowl of medicine.
Once upon a time, this was how he coaxed that woman to take medicine. Thinking of it, there was a strong vibration, and there was a faint threat of backlash, and the action of feeding the medicine in his hand stopped.
Why does Song Weichen always remind him of her unconsciously? This is very dangerous.
No...he shouldn't keep her!