Chapter 285 Ambiguous Night (Part 2)
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“Master Mo, your heart is moved.”
“Yes.”
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"It is said in "Eight Notes of Zunsheng": The heart can be calm, but when things touch it, it will move."
"The movement is good for a gentleman, and the movement is bad for the villain."
"I don't know. Is Mr. Mo good or bad?”
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“I never thought that Brother Feng would be so drunk.”
Qin Xueying covered her lips and smiled softly. The laughter brought Mo Tingfeng back to his senses. Only then did he realize that he had been sitting across the table from the eldest princess at some point, and there were two naked people on the table in front of them. Empty bottles of Nian Shui are lying around.
"What's wrong with me..."
Mo Tingfeng caressed the hanging rope on his forehead. Just now he was clearly in the flowery courtyard a thousand years ago, just as far away from Sang Pu at this moment. Sit on the table and have a drink facing the shadow.
The night was darkening, and ambiguity was gradually arising. Sang Pu could see that he was distracted, so he quoted a sentence from "Eight Notes of Zunsheng" to point him out - even if he is tempted, he should be like a gentleman in jade bamboo.
Why do you suddenly think of this scene now?
What did Sang Pu say in the last sentence?
Oh, by the way, she said, "I wonder if Mr. Mo is good or bad?"
... Could it be that she was reminding him to pay attention to good or bad fortune?
It seems that the woman in front of me does have a problem.
Thinking of this, Mo Tingfeng's eyes gradually became clear.
He took a new bottle of Wu Nian water, opened it, and filled the empty glass in front of Qin Xueying.
“In Ting Feng’s impression, the eldest princess almost never drinks. I wonder when did she develop such good drinking ability?”
Qin Xueying picked up the wine glass and covered her face with her sleeves. After finishing the drink, he put down the glass, his expression not changing at all.
"After being injured in this spring hunting. That 癙癙 is not an ordinary mythical beast. The muscles and bones injured by it heal very slowly, especially after midnight every night, the new flesh that grows in the wound will It was painful and itchy. Master Sikong saw that I was really uncomfortable, so he gave Xueying all the Wu Nian Shui in his house. Thanks to this wine, I was able to fall asleep at that time."
"I came and went. Now, Xueying can’t sleep well without a few drinks every night, so Brother Feng is here to help me tonight.”
There was no loophole in what she said, and it also involved Zhuang Yuheng. If there was any lie in it, you would know it just by asking, so I guess she wouldn't make such a poor excuse.
Mo Tingfeng was thinking deeply, thinking about how to test whether the person in front of her was the real Qin Xueying without leaving any trace, but she took the initiative to speak.
“Speaking of which, the first time Xueying drank was because of Brother Feng.”
“Because of me?”
Mo Tingfeng was startled, he had no impression at all. .
"Thousands of years ago, Brother Feng had just arrived at Sichen Mansion in Meijie. My father held a banquet to celebrate us. That night was the first time we met."
"My father asked everyone at the banquet to toast to celebrate. With the arrival of the new Lord Si Chen, Xueying had never drank before, but she could not disobey her father's orders, so she drank a glass of wine. The wine made me cry. "
Qin Xueying. Raising his hand, his slender pink-colored fingers wiped the dripping wine from his red lips. His expression and movements were full of amorous feelings, and Mo Ting averted his eyes in panic.
Qin Xueying raised her lips and smiled again, pushing back her long hair that had fallen down to her chest, as if she had accidentally exposed her fragrant shoulders and the faint jade rabbit ravine under her tube top skirt.
"Brother Feng was standing next to my father, and I was standing next to you. You saw that I was coughing up tears because of the glass of wine, so he kindly took out the brocade handkerchief and handed it to me."
When she said this, Mo Tingfeng remembered that there seemed to be something vaguely like that. Qin Xueying was still young at that time, and she was far less graceful than she is now, much less like she is tonight... "The eyebrows are graceful and the eyes are brighter; the face is dull and the eyes are dull."
Mo Tingfeng lowered his head and played with the wine glass in his hand, deliberately avoiding Qin Xueying's burning gaze. But she was thinking secretly in her heart that she still remembered something so long ago and mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally. Could it be that she knew that she was doubting her identity?
I was thinking about how to further test whether the person in front of me was the real Qin Xueying, but I saw her getting up and walking to the dressing table to get something and handed it to Mo Tingfeng.
"I have always kept this brocade handkerchief."
He subconsciously took it. There were several leaves of black bamboo embroidered in the corner of the brocade handkerchief. It was indeed his own. For a moment, I felt a little dazed, and the smoke and clouds of the past passed through my ears and eyes.
Qin Xueying chuckled lightly, held the jade-necked bottle of Wu Nianshui and filled the two of them with wine, then raised the wine glass and saluted Mo Tingfeng.
"Brother Feng, if you want to test me, you must carefully remember all the details of our past interactions."
Seeing that he was exposed, Mo Tingfeng also Not intending to hide it anymore, he smiled faintly, raised his glass and drank with Qin Xueying.
“It seems that Mo is overly worried. Since the eldest princess is so perceptive, can she help Ting Feng clear up his doubts?”
Qin Xueying raised her hand and stopped Mo Tingfeng. Go on.
"Why don't you let Xue Ying guess why Master Si Chen is here tonight?"
"If I guess correctly and give you a satisfactory answer, can you do a small thing for Xue Ying in exchange for Brother Feng? Don't worry, This matter is harmless, Brother Feng can do it with just a little effort."
For this reason, Mo Tingfeng had no reason to refuse. He raised his hand in a gesture of invitation. Qin Xueying smiled lightly and leaned back.
"Master Si Chen has a beautiful woman in his heart. Even if he wants to avoid suspicion, he will never visit at night for no reason, so he must have something important to do with Xueying. But if there is something important, how can he bring wine? I'm afraid It’s just to test me.”
“But what exactly are you trying to test me for?” The interrogation is late at night, so the person that Master Si Chen wants to test must be Xue Ying.”
When Qin Xueying said this, she leaned forward and put her elbows on the table. Her green jade fingers made an orchid-like shape and gently supported her chin. Her beautiful eyes lifted up Mo Tingfeng's eyes.
“You want to know, am I the real Qin Xueying?”
“Come to think of it, Xueying doesn’t have to answer this question anymore, right?”
She flicked her cheek with her fingers, "However, I may need to answer one more question that arises from this - why do I still keep the brocade handkerchief you gave me thousands of years ago?"
Qin Xue Sakura picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it in one gulp.
"Of course it's not because the girl was pregnant with spring. The reason why I treasure it today is because my father taught Xue Ying to 'cherish the kindness' since she was a child. Even if someone helps me, even a drop of it is a blessing. I have always kept this brocade handkerchief because I want to remember Feng Ying. "Brother, that's good."
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When Mo Tingfeng heard this, he frowned slightly. This subtle movement did not escape Qin Xueying's eyes. She pursed her lips and chuckled again, opened the third bottle of Wu Nian water and filled their glasses.
"It seems that Brother Feng is not very satisfied with this answer. Let Xueying guess what Mr. Si Chen is thinking about now."
She raised her finger and looked at Mo Tingfeng from the air. Starting from the center of his eyebrows, he slowly moved down, finally stopping at his heart.
"Are you thinking that since I remember your kindness and have no interest in the love between men and women, and I clearly know that you care about Miss Sangpu, why do you want to send her cakes with cold-warming gold flakes and hurt her?" < br>
Mo Tingfeng really didn’t expect that she would admit it so frankly. For a moment, his eyes were like a fire, and he looked at Qin Xueying to listen to her explanation.
“Because I discovered her dirty secret.”
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“Ah sneeze!”
Song Weichen sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose and opened his eyes, seeing a smiling face opposite him.
"Brother Yuheng! When did you come back?"
She wanted to greet him, but her legs were really numb, so she had no choice but to stretch her calves forward and towards Zhuang Yuheng. The paw made a lucky cat gesture as a greeting.
"I've been back for a while. Seeing how focused you were, you didn't bother me."
He walked to the table and poured a cup of warm water, and then took out a small jade bottle from his arms and poured it. An ocher-colored elixir came out, walked to Song Weichen, knelt down, and fed the medicine to her mouth.
"This is Shiquan Pill. You are severely depleted of qi and blood. Taking this pill will be of great benefit. Starting from today, take one pill a day. If you take it continuously for a thousand days, it will cure the deficiency and tuberculosis."
"A thousand days? More than three years! Then if I round it up, it can be regarded as a lifelong medication."
Song Weichen smacked her tongue repeatedly. Her body was already overwhelmed, and she secretly wondered if she could live a hundred years. The sky is an unknown. She remembered that this medicine was extremely expensive, and thought that Zhuang Yuheng had to spend a lot of effort to make it, so she backed down,
"How about forgetting it? I'm not good at anything. Sex, it’s probably useless if you forget about it for a while, don’t waste it.”
"Open your mouth."
Zhuang Yuheng undoubtedly fed the medicine into Song Weichen's mouth, and then carefully fed her water.
“You don’t need to remember, let alone a thousand days, even ten thousand days, I will watch you take medicine on time.”
Zhuang Yuheng is so meticulous that Song Weichen can’t bear it She felt guilty, he was so kind to her, but she pretended to be a ghost to scare his cousin. If Ruan Mianmian was really scared, Zhuang Yuheng would be the one who suffered.
"I'm sorry, Brother Yuheng. I've bullied Ruan Mianmian a little in the past two days, but I probably didn't hurt her. My dear... don't be angry with me..."
Although Zhuang Yuheng was not here, he knew everything about Sichen Mansion these days.
Song Weichen said nothing about her cousin's two and three attempts to kill each other through food. She also tortured her maids many times, even her personal maid Gu Yu, and she never mentioned it, but for the sake of the most Xiao Pun Da Jie, who can be regarded as a prank, feels guilty, and his character is high and strong.
Zhuang Yuheng sighed secretly and helped Song Weichen up from the meditation mat.
"Just protect yourself and don't be hurt by Mianmian's willful behavior. I won't be angry."
"The entire clan of the banker, including the relatives, only has one girl, Mianmian. "Junior, you are spoiled to the point of being spoiled. I am determined to discipline you, but because of my elder uncle, I am unable to do so. But lately, I often think that it would be great if you were really my sister. I would rather spoil you to the point of being spoiled."
His words made Song Weichen feel sour in his heart, and an inexplicable feeling of unworthiness arose spontaneously. He secretly decided to be gentler with Ruan Mianmian in the future, just thinking it was for Zhuang Yuheng.
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"Where's Ting Feng? Isn't he at home? It's so late, why can't you see him?"
Zhuang Yuheng's words made Song Weichen feel like he couldn't. The strange and unclear feeling arose again.
She raised her head to look at the moonlight outside the window, and it was so ugly.
What can he talk about with the eldest princess? He won't come back at this time...
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"Master Si Chen, is what Xue Ying said right?"
Mo Tingfeng Full of shock, but pretending to be calm, she looked at Qin Xueying. How did she know? !
"Sang Pu is Song Weichen, and the piano master is Baipao. This is her shameful secret. But don't worry, Brother Feng, as long as we help each other in the future, I will naturally keep this secret."
Mo Tingfeng drank two glasses of wine in a row, crossed his arms across his chest, and leaned back on the chair,
"There is no need for the eldest princess to be embarrassed. Tingfeng had intended to find a suitable time to reveal this secret. Make it public."
"But I am really curious, how did the eldest princess realize it, and when did she know it?"
Qin Xueying smiled slightly, leaned forward, and His glass was filled with wine.
"If your lord really wants to know, Xue Ying's words are endless. There is only one condition: accompany me to drink until dawn, and never say a word to others about everything that happened in this palace tonight. If you agree, lord. Just drink this cup. If not, you can leave at any time, and I will still keep my promise to keep it secret.”
Mo Tingfeng pondered for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
A faint and charming woman's smile came from the bottom of his heart again. It was really weird tonight.
"Haha..."
Qin Xueying also smiled, she was very satisfied with Mo Tingfeng's performance.
"Brother Feng was so refreshing, Xue Ying said it bluntly. The reason why I am so sure that they are the same person is because of the smell."
"Stink?"
Mo Tingfeng was stunned, not expecting such an answer at all.
“Yes, a stench.”
“A special smell that can only be found on extremely evil people who have done all kinds of bad things in the extreme north of the underworld.”
< br> "I was injured and living in Sikong Mansion. When you and Baipao came to visit, Baipao had this stench of death on his body - and sister Sang Pu also had it on her body. It was exactly the same, exactly. From this, I am sure that they will definitely It’s the same person.”
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Mo Tingfeng looked at Qin Xueying without saying a word.
He vaguely remembered the last time he went to Sikong Mansion to visit the injured Qin Xueying. Song Weichen chatted with her alone for a while and then came out with an eyebrow. What did she say at that time - Qin Xue Sakura said she smelled like butt, and said it was a small and unique fart.
"The land in the far north of the underworld" and "the stench of death", no matter how Qin Xueying could smell this smell alone, just saying these two words made Mo Tingfeng uneasy, and he immediately Thinking of the Zituo Ghost King and the death curse on her - I'm afraid Song Weichen also thought of this, and didn't want him to worry too much, so he just found an excuse to hide it.
Mo Tingfeng felt sad and sad for a moment.
"I warned the white-robed venerable at that time that this smell would only come from extremely evil people, and I hope he would do well. I never thought that when I came here this time, I didn't see the white robe, but I smelled this smell on Miss Sangpu. ——Lord Si Chen also knows that Xue Ying has always hated evil, so she will inevitably use some means to warn her. "
" God is watching what people do, so please take care of yourself, otherwise, don't complain. Xue Ying said it bluntly, even if Lord Si Chen does his best to protect me, I will definitely do justice for heaven."
After saying this, everything is clear.
Mo Tingfeng cupped his hands towards Qin Xueying and nodded.
“Thank you, Princess, for telling me frankly, but Weiwei is definitely not a bad person, but is caused by the evil spell in her body. Everything will be different after the curse is lifted.”
"Evil magic?"
Qin Xueying raised her eyebrows,
"As the eldest princess of Meijie, I have the duty to punish evil and promote good. I will never protect my children for their personal affairs. "
"Brother Feng, it's not that I don't believe you, but I have the obligation to assist my father and guard the presence of several masters for him!"
She leaned forward and placed her on the beauty's couch! He took the Huoxin Qin and placed it on his lap, gently touching the strings with his fingers,
"Let's be honest, Xue Ying came to the house this time for two important things. One was my father's order, which ordered Xue Ying to dress up and come here to pay a visit to Mr. Si Chen. I did it; the other was my selfishness, in order to find out the truth. The fineness of the robe and the good and evil come from it."
"This is the famous "Huo Xin Qin". Lord Si Chen should have heard of it. The music played by people with evil intentions will make those who listen to it forever. Falling into the realm of confusion; on the contrary, it can clear the mind of those who listen to the piano."
"Do you dare to let Miss Song play a song on this piano at the piano listening banquet tomorrow?" >
“Whether it is good or evil, you will know once you try it.”
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Before Mo Tingfeng could speak, Qin Xueying looked at him and smiled, then gently plucked the strings with her fingers.
“Ding——”
It’s also strange that in Mo Tingfeng’s ears, the sound of the piano sounded like the sound of wind chimes under the eaves of his bedroom.
He subconsciously looked up and saw that the morning light outside the window was dyed light gold, the birds were first chirping, and the wind chimes were ringing softly in the wind.
When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing beside the bed in the bedroom, and on the bed was sleeping the little person he had been thinking about all day long.
Song Weichen was sleeping soundly with his face facing the back of the bed, one arm and leg exposed, and he rolled the quilt into a ball, exposing a small section of his milky white lower back.
Why is she wearing such strange clothes?
Mo Tingfeng remembered that this was the day he first met Song Weichen in the world of sleep. He rescued her unconscious from the soul boat on the black water of Wangchuan River and brought her back to Sichen Mansion. .
It was that day that she became the acting white robe, and it was also that day that she stayed in his bedroom like this - that strange outfit, she called it pajamas.
Is it a dream?
How many times do you meet for the first time in your life?
Looking at the sleeping profile, Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but smile, leaned forward slightly, and reached out to touch her face.