The old courtyard, the yellowed brick walls, the white snow, the shadows gradually lengthening under the dim red light, and the sudden sound...
Countless images flashed through Xianjin's mind, those of Tyrande, the Kingdom of Sakura, Korea... nothing made in China - after the founding of the country, no spirits were allowed. This laid the groundwork for 120 minutes, and in the end, it was all about mental illness and psychological problems.
Xianjin slowly turned his head and saw an extremely beautiful face, with fine cheekbones, a straight and full figure, square and not crooked, and a dignified and upright look, with a clear and spiritual look.
He was quite tall, and I had to look up to meet his eyes.
From a distance... I didn't realize this person was so tall...
"Nozomi...Oh no, Tairo."
Xianjin withdrew his gaze and nodded to him.
He is the rising star of the eldest son's family.
What did he just say?
Invite her to visit Zhu’s house at night?
Meaning, how long had she been listening here, and how long had he been listening behind him? And then he came to the conclusion that he needed to visit Zhu's house at night?
Judging from his appearance, the Star of Hope should be the most orthodox scholar-official. Perhaps he has not reached the level of scholar-officials yet, but as long as he does not make any mistakes, he will always wear a black hat and become a superior person, completely distancing himself from the common people and the hustle and bustle of the market.
Why is he getting involved in this mess?
If someone found out, this rising star would not even be able to read his books if he was found retouching the new widow's wall in the middle of the night.
Xianjin scratched his head, "Are you... serious?"
Chen Jianfang didn't answer. He lifted his foot and stepped out of the door first. Seeing that Xianjin didn't follow him, he turned around and urged him, "Second uncle likes to sing Yingying after drinking. He sings Yingying and Second Aunt sings Zhang Sheng."
Chen Jian poked his head out to listen to the voices in the courtyard expressionlessly, "It's only the second act now. When he finishes, everyone will notice that there are two people missing from the table."
Xianjin hurriedly lowered his head to catch up. Chen Jianfang walked so fast that Xianjin had to jog to barely keep up with his shadow.
On the night of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, every household closed their doors and the streets were deserted.
After turning two streets, Chen Jianfang stopped at the gate of a house. The plaque above the door read "Zhu's House". There were walls on all four sides. Perhaps it was because the government of the time was stable and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. Nanzhili, to which Jingxian belonged, was a place with prosperous economy and trade. The people had surplus food at home and spare money in their pockets, so the walls of wealthy houses like Zhu Ganglie's were only about ten feet (3 meters) high.
Why didn't she bring a ladder or a rope?
If there is really no other option, you should take Tuesday dog with you.
Tuesday Dog's back is as broad as a mountain, and she is sure to step on it more steadily than a ladder.
Xianjin glanced at Chen Jianfang. This scholar was tall but not fleshy. His narrow face was smaller than hers. He was wearing a linen long gown. It was obvious that his waist was weak. He might not be able to hold a plank for as long as she could...
The health-conscious fighting girl curled her lips slightly.
To do these fraudulent, illegal and criminal things, you need to plan long-term, be careful not to act impulsively, and think twice before acting...
"Let's..." Xianjin hadn't finished his words when he saw Chen Jianfang look around, choose a low place, step back three or five steps, lift up the hem of his long gown, take a deep breath and sprint forward, push one foot on the wall and exert force, then support himself with both hands on the green tiles on the roof, and with a push of his arms, he pressed his whole body against the top of the wall.
"Give me your hand."
A hand with bulging veins was placed on Xianjin's head.
Xianjin opened his mouth, stunned.
This set of movements was so smooth and perfect that even Xianjin would not believe that he had rarely climbed over the widow's wall!
Under the bright moonlight, the girl looked a little stunned.
A little bit, beautiful.
Chen Jianfang pursed his lips.
He had seen his third uncle's famous daughter, He Xiaoniang, who was very beautiful, like a white flower that survived fragilely on a tall branch with lush leaves.
Her daughter inherited her good looks.
But the temperament is completely different.
Maybe it was the coolness brought by her slightly narrow and upturned eyes, or the comfort brought by her slender but tall figure, or the cleanliness brought by her plain face without any jewelry or decorations, this girl looked very smart.
One look at her and you can tell she's very smart.
Being stared at with disbelief by a smart and beautiful girl, Chen Jianfang believed that anyone, even the doctor of the Imperial College who knew his destiny, would find it difficult to hide his arrogance and complacency.
Most of the dejection and restlessness in Chen Jianfang's heart were wiped away, and he didn't notice that his tone had become gentler. "A gentleman should learn the six arts, including ritual, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics. Even in the Imperial College, one should learn horse riding and sword dancing. Give me your hand, and I'll pull you up. I can do it."
Now that things have come to this, there's no need to be shy anymore.
Xianjin naturally stretched out her hand, and Chen Jianfang held her wrist tightly. Xianjin also imitated him, pushing her feet against the wall, turning over, and then slowly moving down the wall to the ground.
Perhaps because the master of the house had just died, the entire two-story house was decorated with white flowers and there was silence everywhere.
Xianjin followed Chen Jianfang with his back bent, and walked towards the largest courtyard with the dim light in the corridor. The layout of courtyards in this era was almost the same. Xianjin soon entered the inner room of the main courtyard, took out a fire starter from his arms, blew it up and observed. It should be Zhu Ganglie's room. There was a tall museum cabinet with many empty compartments, and only one or two porcelain flower pots were still there.
Xianjin said softly, "...porcelain is fragile, so you won't carry it with you when you go out to escape."
Behind the museum cabinet are two locked chests of drawers.
Maybe the ledger is there?
Chen Jianfang bent down and pulled the lock.
Xianjin shook his head and lowered his voice, "It's not there."
Chen Jianfang raised his head.
In order to keep quiet, the two of them stood very close to each other, and Xianjin spoke in a very low voice, "...Master Chen Liu said that Manager Zhu kept all his valuables close to his body, and even sewed the banknotes into the lining of his clothes..."
As Xianjin spoke, he stood on tiptoe, bent over, took the fire starter, looked around, and quietly moved into the inner room.
Huh.
What a big bed.
It can accommodate at least four or five people.
This pig...
Xianjin thought of the "dozen concubines" mentioned by Manager Zhu's wife, and felt sick. He took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom and put it on his hand.
With a layer of protection on my hands, I feel less nervous.
Xianjin flipped open the quilt on the bed and continued, "...Although the chest of drawers was locked, it was placed in the middle of the main room and could be seen at a glance...How could someone like Manager Zhu trust a lock?"
There is nothing in the quilt.
Xianjin pulled out the pillow again and touched it bit by bit. As he touched, he spoke, "Such a person only trusts himself and is used to putting the most important things closest to himself..."
Got it!
Hard!
Thick!
It's hidden in the cotton wool of the pillow!
Where else could one be closer to him than having one's head pressed against his chest every day?
Xianjin searched for a long time but couldn't find the joint of the pillow, so he simply put the fire stick aside, gritted his teeth, and desperately tore the cotton cloth with both hands.
"Give it to me..."
Chen Jianfang couldn't bear to watch it anymore and reached out to grab it.
Xianjin hurriedly shook his head!
She can do it!
She might not be able to open the cap of the mineral water bottle.
But when it comes to tearing up express packages, oh no, tearing up evidence, she is no slouch!
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