Chapter 468: 280. The mute girl hasn't left either, Huaimin hasn't slept either

280. The mute girl hasn't left either, Huaimin hasn't slept either

Bang bang—!

"Huaimin, Huaimin, hey hey hey, are you asleep, Yuan Huaimin?"

Bang bang bang—!

Ouyang Rong knocked on the door in the middle of the night and called out with concern.

The courtyard was silent for a while, and after a while, with a "thump" sound, someone in the room in the courtyard seemed to have fallen off the bed.

Immediately after, with a "creak", the door of the room inside should have been pushed open, and a series of hurried footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer to the courtyard gate.

Just as Ouyang Rong, who was holding the zither at the door, was full of relief, waiting for Brother Huaimin to open the door.

The footsteps in the courtyard suddenly went away.

"Creak—!"

The door of the room closed, and even the sound of being locked again came.

Someone had returned to the couch.

Ouyang Rong:...??

"Yuan Huaimin, Yuan Huaimin, hey! I know you're not asleep, why did you run back halfway, open the door, open the door quickly."

"Asleep." The person in the room turned over.

Ouyang Rong's face stiffened: "If you don't open it, I'm coming in."

"Really asleep, woken up by the noise... if you leave now, I can fall asleep immediately..."

Before Yuan Huaimin could finish complaining and muttering, he heard a "bang" sound, the sound of the courtyard gate being kicked open from the outside.

Trying hard to sleep with his eyes closed, his eyelids jumped.

"Hey, it wasn't locked, why didn't you say so earlier."

Ouyang Rong nodded with satisfaction, entered the courtyard, put down the zither box, and wandered around.

He didn't enter the locked main bedroom, but ran to the kitchen.

Yuan Huaimin buried his head in the quilt, covering his ears, but the sound of pots and pans clattering from outside was endless.

Really couldn't bear it, turned over and got out of bed, walked barefoot, and opened the door of the room.

"What is Brother Lianghan doing?" He asked with a mournful face.

"Borrowing the kitchen, making some side dishes for wine, it's okay, you sleep yours, we won't delay each other, just pretend I don't exist..."

"Hey, this courtyard of yours is quite nice; it even comes with its own kitchen. The dilapidated courtyard I lived in before was too small—even the rats couldn't live there, and I still had to scrounge for temple meals."

"As expected of the Jiangzhou Changshi, this new accommodation treatment is not bad, but Brother Huaimin is developed now, and has forgotten his old friend.

"This time it's just not opening the door, next time I come to the door, I don't know if the ones opening the door will be two strong men, directly carrying me up and throwing me into the lake..."

Ouyang Rong rolled up his sleeves, lit the stove, and shook his head with emotion.

Yuan Huaimin's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he said helplessly:

"Brother Lianghan is joking. With this noise, how can I sleep."

"That means you're not sleepy enough, so Brother Huaimin is also a night owl who doesn't sleep, hasn't slept either, come come come, let's go enjoy the fireworks and drink wine tonight, and don't return until we're drunk."

Ouyang Rong carried two pots of yellow wine, walked out of the kitchen, and smiled at him.

Yuan Huaimin shook his head helplessly, and nodded again.

"The courtyard hasn't been tidied up much, it's not very convenient." He said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's not needed, let's go out and stroll."

"Where to stroll?"

"Xingzi Lake, isn't there a pavilion in the middle of the lake, let's go."

"Okay, I... will change clothes."

Yuan Huaimin turned back to look for clothes, but Ouyang Rong followed him in.

"Why did Brother Lianghan come in? My main bedroom has nothing good... really nothing."

"Do you think I'm like you, liking to steal other people's things? Came in to put down the zither box."

"Brother Lianghan doesn't play, why bring a zither?" He was speechless.

"I'm willing, don't want to play, can't I? A zither can not be played, but it must be brought, this is called the style of a famous scholar. Brother Huaimin, when you go out, your identity is given by yourself."

Yuan Huaimin changed into a literary shirt and immediately sighed: "The position of Jiangzhou Sima is truly magical, Brother Lianghan has been in it for one term, and the change is so great. Fortunately, I withdrew early, actually it's not that I'm lazy, but that I'm Jiangzhou Sima."

Ouyang Rong couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him, put down the zither box, and looked left and right.

"Is there a hairpin?"

"What are you doing?"

"Use it."

Ouyang Rong said concisely, opened his wardrobe, pulled out an ordinary jade hairpin, moved to the bronze mirror, pulled out the ice-white jade hairpin on his head, and instead inserted this ordinary jade hairpin.

Yuan Huaimin "whooshed" forward and reached out to grab the ice-white jade hairpin that Ouyang Rong had taken off.

"Good good good, you use it casually, whichever you like, give it to Brother Lianghan, hey, Brother Lianghan is really polite, how can you give me such a good one in return..."

The next moment, he grabbed empty air.

Only to see Ouyang Rong turn his hand and put away the ice-white jade hairpin, glancing at him:

"Brother Huaimin thinks really beautifully."

"Not giving it to me, then why change it."

"Ding ding dang dang, just dislike it being noisy, didn't say give it to you, put it away! Don't touch it." Ouyang Rong vigilantly pointed at Yuan Huaimin's outstretched palm.

"Not giving, it's borrowing, borrowing." Yuan Huaimin emphasized.

"Borrowing is deceiving friends."

The two of you said one thing and I said another, arguing all the way, and after tidying up, they went out together.

Not far outside the courtyard gate, the coachman A-Li jumped off the carriage, stepped forward to take the wine pots and side dishes in their hands, and honestly followed behind Ouyang Rong and Yuan Huaimin.

The three went to the pavilion in the middle of Xingzi Lake to drink wine and enjoy the fireworks.

Beitian Jiyang Yuan.

A group of disabled old and young looked at the fireworks in the distance.

In the southwest corner of the courtyard, the thin girl was still sitting hugging her knees facing the lake, as if looking at the pitch-black lake water in a daze.

At a certain moment, Xingzi Fang, which had been quietly watching the fireworks in the neighboring fangs, finally welcomed its own fireworks.

This firework didn't know which wealthy family in Xingzi Fang set it off.

It was not far from Xingzi Lake and Donglin Temple, "whoosh—!" with a sound, it exploded in the gray-black sky.

Colorful sparks overflowed.

At this moment, the blooming light illuminated half of Xingzi Fang very briefly.

At the same time, it included the figures of the pitiful people in the Beitian Jiyang Yuan of Donglin Temple.

The light of the fireworks in an instant also finally illuminated the face of the thin girl in the southwest corner, even if only for a breath.

Only to see, she who didn't watch the fireworks tonight and couldn't use a lantern, had a sky-blue ribbon wrapped around her eyes, wrapped around the back of her head.

Looking at the color, it was exactly the ribbon that Ouyang Rong had seen at the door of A-Qing's house back then, but at that time, someone only saw it from a back angle...

The thin girl with the ribbon covering her eyes had an abnormally pale little face, and without the embellishment of that pair of autumn water-like eyes, the expression on her little face looked a bit dull.

Zhao Qingxiu was motionless, facing the lake, and the lake reflected the fireworks in the distant sky.

Her face was the same as the pitch-black and calm lake water, without the slightest ripple.

Because there are things more important than fireworks.

The thin fingers in Zhao Qingxiu's sleeve were clutching a small seal.

It is the Red Lotus Sword Seal.

It can capture the sword Qi of that Ding Sword.

And at this moment, Zhao Qingxiu approached the lake water, and the sword seal in her sleeve was a bit scalding.

She knew what the "star" that fell into Xingzi Lake that day was.

Craftsman.

The real name that the old sword-caster had revealed in a secret letter.

Zhao Qingxiu took a deep breath.

That day, the operation was exposed, the eldest martial sister was not there, the second martial sister and the people of the Tiannan Jianghu fought with the enemies of the Sitian Jian and the Xuanwu Camp in advance.

She didn't show up, used her special body that didn't leak Qi, didn't retreat but advanced, and prepared to take the Buddha head directly.

This was the true purpose of this operation, and she was also the last link in the original plan.

However, the original plan was safer, unfortunately, the eldest martial sister was not there, otherwise it could have been implemented better...

And in the end, Zhao Qingxiu, who had mixed into the Xingzi Fang construction site, never thought that someone had taken action one step earlier than her.

And, it was a thunderous blow.

Just by listening to the sound, Zhao Qingxiu knew how spectacular that sword was.

It's a sword wielder!

Near the Xingzi Lake construction site, there was actually a sword wielder, hiding like her, destroying the Donglin Great Buddha one step ahead.

Zhao Qingxiu could be certain that this was absolutely not the arrangement of the eldest martial sister, because the Female Lord Palace had not had a hidden lord for a long time.

But the Ding Sword used by this sword wielder was the Craftsman that the old sword-caster of the Ancient Yue Sword Shop in Dragon City was originally going to return to Yunmeng Sword Marsh, and it was also a glimmer of hope for the birth of a new hidden lord in Yunmeng Sword Marsh.

That's why the Red Lotus Sword Seal had such a reaction.

And I don't know why, after this sword wielder finished his sword, he threw the Craftsman into Xingzi Lake.

Was he in a hurry to leave, afraid that the Ding Sword would be a burden, and temporarily abandoned it in the lake.

Or... the sword wielder was already dead, killed by the female officials of the Sitian Jian?

But no matter what, those were only her alone, using the Red Lotus Sword Seal, discovered the Ding Sword in the lake.

Those female officials of the Sitian Jian didn't discover this point, otherwise, a few days ago, they would have drained the lake water.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to retreat easily.

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head slightly, as if facing the Xingzi Lake construction site on the opposite bank.

Zhao Qingxiu stayed in this Beitian Jiyang Yuan for a few days for another reason, the deputy supervisor of the Sitian Jian had been staying at the Xingzi Lake construction site, guarding the Buddha head and a mourning hall.

Those female officials of the Sitian Jian checked extremely strictly, and the Beitian Jiyang Yuan was also searched, but they didn't suspect her.

Just at this time, a little novice monk poked his head at the door of the Beitian Jiyang Yuan.

A monk on night watch in the courtyard saw it, walked over, listened to the little novice monk for a while, and the monk turned and came to Zhao Qingxiu, shouting.

"Looking for you."

Zhao Qingxiu stood up and walked over.

Ribbon covering her eyes, no one helped, but her footsteps were unusually steady, just like when she laughed and said to her martial sisters back then... it doesn't matter, she sees more clearly.

The little novice monk asked in a low voice: "Are you... not going back yet, looking for your 'family'?"

The thin girl with the sky-blue ribbon covering her eyes shook her head.

"I heard that the officials on the opposite bank have all withdrawn." The little novice monk reminded.

Zhao Qingxiu nodded.

The little novice monk and his old monk master have some origins with Yunmeng Sword Marsh... This time, besides being able to hide her edge and restrain her Qi to avoid the zither music, Zhao Qingxiu also owed it to them for arranging the identity of the Beitian Jiyang Yuan for her.

"Ah." She made a sound.

This sound seemed to be gratitude, the tone was soft and weak.

However, the little novice monk knew that the extremely clear and beautiful girl in front of him was very independent and strong. During her time in the Beitian Jiyang Yuan, she almost didn't trouble him with anything, and even heard from the monks that she often helped take care of some old and young in the courtyard who couldn't take care of themselves.

Looking at the extremely pitiful thin girl in front of him, the little novice monk wanted to say something but stopped.

"Did you see it, forget it, you can't see it, the government's notice is hunting for your 'family'..."

Just at this time, Zhao Qingxiu suddenly looked back, looking in the direction of Xingzi Lake.

"Wh... what's wrong?" The little novice monk was stunned.

Zhao Qingxiu took out a small seal from her sleeve, at this moment it was scalding hot, and there was a faint red light flickering.

She raised her head and "looked" at Xingzi Lake.

After a while.

"Hey hey, where are you going? You... aren't you blind, how come you run faster than me..."

At the door of the Beitian Jiyang Yuan, only the helpless call of the little novice monk remained.

Xingzi Lake, lake heart pavilion.

A flat-bottomed boat was anchored beside the lake heart pavilion.

Two figures were boiling wine and enjoying the lake view.

However, one figure was slightly reluctant, but was still pulled by the other figure to drink.

As the coachman, A-Li didn't say a word, took the small stove and other things from the boat into the pavilion, and buried his head in charge of boiling the wine.

Silently listening to his young master patting his chest, promising the Yuan gentleman in front of him that he was not drunk after a thousand cups.

After a while, the wine was hearty and the chest was still open.

In the night sky, the fireworks of the Lantern Festival bloomed from time to time.

Yuan Huaimin didn't dislike drinking, but the only complaint was why he had to stay up late to drink on a holiday. If it were a workday, being dragged by Inspector Ouyang to have a hangover, he would have an excuse to ask for leave the next day.

As a result, now on the Lantern Festival holiday, drinking until he was dead drunk, wouldn't it be a waste of precious holiday time?

Ouyang Rong didn't know the little calculation of the working man Yuan Huaimin. He raised his glass while silently sensing for a while.

At a certain moment, he frowned slightly.

No, the position of this lake heart pavilion is still a considerable distance from the Craftsman at the bottom of the lake.

Unable to communicate with the Ding Sword, infuse spiritual Qi, and control the sword to go ashore.

This was something Ouyang Rong didn't expect.

Throwing it into the lake was refreshing for a while, but when it was time to fish it out, it was troublesome.

Ouyang Rong sighed.

Fortunately, he didn't try to come over to fish for the moon when Deputy Supervisor Song and the others were still there, otherwise he would be even more helpless.

Hearing the movement in his ear, he muttered imperceptibly.

"The sword wielder's absolute pulse is like this, the Ding Sword just needs to lie motionless at the bottom of the lake, but the sword wielder has to consider many things, has to sneak around to tail, has to find a position to fish, and if it exceeds the distance, he has to go up himself..."

"What is Brother Lianghan saying?" Yuan Huaimin was puzzled.

"No, didn't say anything."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand.

Yuan Huaimin didn't care either.

Not long after, the two in the pavilion were drinking heartily.

Among them, a figure who claimed to be not drunk after a thousand cups picked up his wine glass, stood up, walked to the railing, as if inviting the lake shadow to drink together.

Yuan Huaimin's face was as red as a ripe fruit. He shook his drunken head, supported the table, turned his head and invited:

"Come, Lianghan... hey, where is the person?"

Yuan Huaimin rubbed his drunken eyes. A second ago he saw his friend standing by the railing, the next second he was gone, instead, water waves three feet high flew up outside the railing, and he seemed to hear a "plop" sound.

"Master!"

Before Yuan Huaimin could turn his head, A-Li had already jumped into the lake to fish for people.

Yuan Huaimin muttered blankly: "Not drunk after a thousand cups is just this?"

After saying that, he raised his head and opened his mouth wide, pouring warm turbid wine into his throat.

"This Brother Lianghan is just inferior..."

After a hiccup full of wine, Yuan Huaimin tilted his head and fell drunk.

At this moment, someone in the pavilion fell drunk, and someone outside the pavilion fell into the lake.

Overhead night sky, no moon tonight.

But in the lake, a moon quietly rose...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 469 =====