Xianjin couldn't understand Qiao Hui's expression for a moment. When he reacted, Qiao Hui had already walked forward with big strides, leaving behind a sentence: "You go back first, Jinluo and Yinluo will accompany you, I will be back later."
When Xianjin looked up again, Qiao Hui had already jumped onto the roof.
Xianjin was stunned.
Pirates? Your neighborhood superhero?
Two unfamiliar mute guards excitedly came forward and gestured quickly - putting the middle finger on the index finger, standing with the palms together, waving forward to the side of the head, and finally touching the earring.
Xianjin saw the mute guard do this set of sign language exercises many times.
Xianjin smiled amiably and asked: "Can you write?"
One of the tall snails nodded quickly - he had been given an emergency blindness exam when he came to Beijing a few years ago.
Xianjin took out a reed pen and wrote, "What did you mean by that gesture just now?"
Gao Luo grabbed the reed pen and wrote in a messy way like chicken claws: "Yes, sister-in-law, that's what I meant."
Sister-in-law?
Xianjin suddenly wants to get a big wave and a flaming red lip...
What a tense name.
Xianjin suddenly thought of the time two years ago when Liu Shanhu performed a very smooth sign language exercise for her...
At that time, Qiao Hui had just returned, right?
Xianjin's eyes flashed.
The feeling of being firmly chosen by someone is like being in a hazy warm water mist, warm and intoxicating.
.....
Qiao Hui leaped up, heading towards the dim setting sun, trying his best to follow the black shadow in front of him.
Not knowing where they were heading, Qiao Hui glanced sideways at the towering city wall behind him: before he knew it, he had actually chased out of the capital city.
The black shadow leaped past with a whoosh.
Qiao Hui immediately gathered his energy and leaped to catch up.
He could see that the black shadow was retracting its strength, and there were obvious pauses between each jump.
Maybe I don’t have enough physical strength;
It was more likely that she was waiting for him deliberately.
Qiao Hui took a deep breath and immediately lowered his head to catch up.
Finally, we stopped in front of the side door of a large and quiet house.
The black shadow leaped into the house and disappeared into the darkness.
Qiao Hui took a calm breath and stood with his back to the outside world, looking around calmly at the place he was in. This was Qiuliu Lane, the closest lane to the capital city in the northern suburbs. It was already dark today, and darkness was slowly rising from all around. The capital city lifted the curfew at the end of last year, and since then the night market has gradually emerged. The ghost market hidden in the darkness has also gradually become brighter. Therefore, along with the rising of night, there are also the boiling soup pots, lantern vendors, hidden banned book stalls and the hawking sounds coming and going.
This mansion, standing quietly in the midst of the hustle and bustle, is inexplicably tinged with a sense of desolation.
Qiao Hui looked up at the plaque.
The plaque was empty, without even a seal left.
Qiao Hui lifted his robe and walked forward, knocking lightly on the door. His muffled voice sounded particularly loud in the silence.
Soon, the door creaked open, leaving a gap big enough for someone to pass through.
Qiao Hui glanced sideways at the rusty copper bolt on the door, then turned his head and walked calmly inside, bypassing the screen wall and passing through the long straight corridor. There were neatly planted plants under the corridor, but weeds were overgrown under the wall. There were no human figures around, only the few lights under the eaves, which were better than nothing.
Qiao Hui lowered his eyes and saw a lone figure standing in front of the window in the hall not far away.
Qiao Hui crossed the threshold of the hall without raising his head. He lowered his hand and nodded his chin, saying in a calm voice, "Your humble servant greets Prince Xiao."
The figure in front of the window moved.
In the middle of July, this man was hunched over, wearing a thin layer of cotton gauze, with a pale face and a long beard, black hair mixed with white strands, mottled hair on his temples, a pair of narrow eyes, and cheeks that were slightly sunken due to the lack of flesh.
"Marquis Zhongwu." The Prince Xiao mentioned by Qiao Hui spoke in an authentic Beijing accent, with the ending tone always vague between his throat and tongue, giving it a carefree tone.
Qiao Hui still had his head slightly lowered.
"Please sit down." King Xiao raised his hand and walked to the center of the hall.
There were only two oil lamps in the hall, and the scattered chairs and stools reflected that there were not many guests visiting.
Prince Xiao chuckled briefly, "Would you like some green bud tea? It's the Mingqian tea that the Internal Affairs Department just sent over."
Qiao Hui sat calmly at the bottom, not looking away: "Your Majesty, you are willing to open the door and give me a sip of water. This is a great honor."
Prince Xiao raised his hand and an old lady came forward to pour tea.
The old lady's hands were unsteady and she spilled a lot of tea due to her trembling.
"You look pretty much like the rumors say." King Xiao spoke with a weak breath, and the breath did not come from his chest. It was as if he was using all his strength to squeeze it out from the narrow airway. "Young, tall, handsome, angular, and full of character."
After Qiao Hui wiped the tea that had spilled beside the teacup, he raised his eyes and finally looked into Prince Xiao's eyes: "It's rare for rumors in the market to be 80% credible. I am a humble official, so I dare not let the rumors reach the ears of the prince."
Prince Xiao smiled and said, "You are quite patient. You asked about the whereabouts of my shadow guard before you even came to my house."
Qiao Hui also laughed: "How dare I ask questions to Your Majesty? It's just that the shadow guard's martial arts are superior to mine, and it's easy for him to get rid of me. I was able to follow him closely, which was because the shadow guard was instructed to expose himself."
King Xiao said: "He Xianjin, who are you?"
Qiao Hui raised his eyes and said, "Then I need to ask Your Majesty, who is Xianjin to you?"
King Xiao chuckled: "You just said that you dare not ask me questions, isn't that bullshit?"
The smile on Qiao Hui's lips was still there: "As I said before, eight out of ten rumors in the market are true and two are false. I am not a man of integrity - I am a rebel."
King Xiao's smile faded slightly, and he did not respond.
Silence and silence always complement each other, and alternating with silence is unbearable oppression.
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