2 Inn
◎What's your name◎
They had never seen her before, so why were they looking at her like that?
She felt uncomfortable being stared at and was about to turn away when she saw him pick up the jade pot with one hand, tilt his head back and gulp down several big mouthfuls of water.
Li Jintang waited quietly for him to finish drinking while looking around. There were only wild grass and vines arranged like a maze around him. Apart from the cave, there was no place for people to live.
But poisonous fog will appear here at night, which is not a good idea after all.
What should I do?
"You little bastard, you only cared about him and I almost got carried away by a monster!"
Li Jintang was still thinking about where to go tonight, but the roar made his thoughts even more vague.
She turned her head to look at the fortune book that had limped over to her, and said rather embarrassedly, "I was so anxious just now that I forgot about you."
Mingshu snorted and said in a gruff voice, "There's a market not far from here. If you don't want this kid to die, follow me."
Li Jintang was so happy that she didn't bother to think about whether it was deceiving her. She had just put the man on her shoulder when her body was suddenly pushed away. She saw the Book of Fate suddenly become huge and caught the boy steadily on it.
The night was dark, the moonlight floated on the water, and two swaying shadows moved slowly across the lake.
Li Jintang followed the instructions in his fortune-telling book, not counting how many turns he made. When the first ray of light appeared before his eyes, it was like a person walking in the desert suddenly catching sight of a spring. A few steps further, he saw bright lights not far away. It was indeed a market.
Her mind suddenly became clear, and she walked over quickly as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw. She looked left and right along the street, and finally chose an inn that looked spacious and bright. She went in, lifted the young man off the back of the fortune book, and gently placed him on the wooden bench at the door.
"Boss," she said, her gaze darting through the crowd until she fixed her gaze on a portly figure with two gold jewels on his wrists. She stepped forward and asked, "Do you have any rooms available tonight?"
The shopkeeper looked her up and down, then sneered, "Girl, this isn't a disaster relief center."
Li Jintang was stunned. Before he could figure out the meaning of these words, he looked down and saw that he was dressed roughly and had a weak young man with him. He looked like a refugee. The shopkeeper must have thought that they could not afford to stay.
She was about to explain, but when she felt in her pocket, she realized that she didn't have any money. She smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, we just..."
Before he could utter the word "go", he saw the young man on the bench raise his hand and throw a silver coin onto the table.
I felt a gust of wind blowing past me, and when I turned around, the shopkeeper had already walked to the table, holding up the silver in both hands, as if he could never get enough of the silver light.
When he had seen enough, the young man said calmly, "Is this enough?"
"Enough, enough, enough," the shopkeeper responded, smiling broadly as he ushered the two of them upstairs. "Not just tonight, you two can stay as long as you want."
Before the door closed, he pried open the crack and said flatteringly, "Lady, if you need anything, just tell me."
Li Jintang was not used to hearing this name, and didn't want to really trouble others, so he just said, "No need." Then he went forward and closed the door tightly.
She still felt a little uneasy in her heart - after getting through tonight, where should she go tomorrow?
The inn was not small, and the owner thoughtfully arranged a room with two beds for them, which was more than enough to accommodate the two of them.
"Here's your change," Li Jintang said, looking at the man sitting quietly on the chair, a few coins lying in his palm. "You left too quickly just now, so the shopkeeper gave me the money."
The young man didn't even glance at it: "Just keep it if I give it to you." After that, he poured a cup of tea and held it in his hand.
"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?" Li Jintang put away the copper coins as he was told. He remembered that this man never spoke in the woods, and he once mistook him for a mute. Thinking about it now, he felt embarrassed.
The two of them stared at each other in silence. Perhaps unable to resist her gaze, the young man put down the teacup in his hand and opened his wet lips slightly: "No."
"Okay," Li Jintang wasn't surprised. She thought for a moment and said seriously, "How about I call you Fuzi from now on?"
"You silly girl!" Before the other party could reply, the fortune teller suddenly shouted, "This boy is quite handsome, but such a rustic name is certainly not a big deal."
"Is it too unfashionable?" Li Jintang looked at the boy. Seeing that he didn't react, he thought he disliked the name, so he smiled sheepishly and said, "I don't know how to choose names, and I don't know if it sounds good or not. I just think that if you can have a name like this, it would be great to be surrounded by blessings."
The girl thought to herself, "This man is out there all alone, surrounded by monsters, and doesn't even have a name. He must have been abandoned by his parents." She sincerely hoped he would have more luck in the future. She only thought this, but didn't say it out loud.
She tried to make amends: "It's okay if you don't like it..."
"Whatever you want." The boy stood up and walked past her, then lay down on the bed with his back to her.
Li Jintang looked at his back and suddenly thought of something, so he asked, "Breakfast will be delivered tomorrow. What would you like to eat?"
The air was quiet for a few seconds, and she heard the other person say "Osmanthus Glutinous Rice Soup".
Then the sound of deep breathing echoed in the room - probably sleep.
Li Jintang touched the copper coins in his pocket, picked up the equally sleepy fortune book lying on the table, and tiptoed to close the door.
"Why did you bring me out so late at night?" Mingshu said angrily, feeling that his good sleep was disturbed.
"Let's buy some things," Li Jintang counted on his fingers and said, "I need to buy medicine for Fuzi, some clothes, and me..."
"Stop, stop!" the fortune teller shouted. "I'm asking, why did you bring me out here?"
Li Jintang lowered his hands, still pacing. "Because I'm scared. You're so powerful, can you give me some courage?"
“…” The Book of Fate was speechless.
Half an hour later, the man and the book returned in the moonlight. For fear of waking the person up, Li Jintang pushed the door open gently and placed the things he bought one by one on the mahogany table.
Suddenly she heard a muffled sound behind her and stopped moving. There was no light in the room and she could only see a dark figure sitting up on the bed.
"Did I wake you?" she asked in a lowered voice.
The boy didn't answer but asked, "What did you buy?"
Seeing that he was awake, Li Jintang turned on the light and said, "I noticed your clothes were torn during the day, so I took the initiative to buy a new one. See if you like it."
The young man was silent for a moment, his fingertips stroking the fabric, no emotion in his eyes.
What's the big deal? For him, as long as it fits, it's fine.
"Oh, by the way," Li Jintang didn't notice his expression, buried in the bag, "There are still some medicines. Take them and then sleep for a while. I'll call you when it's dawn."
Before he could answer, the girl stretched out her fair hand.
The young man lowered his eyes and did not reach out to take it. Li Jintang thought he was stupid, so he waved his hand and then listened to the book and shouted:
"Silly girl, you bought medicine for someone out of kindness, but this guy suspected you of poisoning him!"
She paused, confusion showing in her eyes.
Why do you have such thoughts? I have never seen such a person before, nor have I heard my father talk about him. How can there be such a sinister person in this world?
But the other person seemed to have the same emotion in his eyes.
Before she could remain stunned for too long, the boy took the pill, stood up and swallowed it with water.
Suddenly I felt my palms were cold, and when I lowered my eyes, a yellow and red honey fruit was lying quietly in my palms.
"When I was little, I didn't want to take medicine, and that's how my mother comforted me," the girl said with a smile, her eyes curved. "At that time, I thought, who wouldn't like honey fruit?"
The young man paused for a rare moment, and waited for the girl to turn around. He stared at her back, his fingertips feeling slightly cold, and very slowly put the honey fruit into his mouth.
The sweetness that penetrates the heart spreads immediately, sliding down the throat into the stomach.
Li Jintang put the remaining copper coins and candied fruit into his newly bought purse, counted the items, turned around and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"You're leaving?"
Li Jintang nodded and pointed outside the window. It was almost dawn and a beam of light slanted down through the window pane, so faint that it seemed like it would shatter if touched.
"I can't stay here for too long. My parents and sister will get worried..."
She stopped talking before she finished speaking.
He didn't know where his parents were yet, and she was probably hurting his feelings by bringing it up so brazenly.
The young man turned his eyes away, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he covered his chest with his hands and his body was about to fall.
Li Jintang hurriedly pushed a wooden chair over, and after he sat down steadily, he raised his hand to sense his spiritual energy.
"How could your spiritual power be so low?" she asked in surprise, half squatting down to look him in the eye. "Fuzi, have you ever practiced martial arts?"
“…”
The boy retracted his hand, his sleeve half covering his wrist, leaving only his slender fingers exposed.
"I haven't recovered yet," he paused for a moment, then added, "But my cultivation is indeed not very high, so I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady."
What's so funny about that? She's a dilettante herself.
"Yes, don't lose heart," Li Jintang smiled and said, "The protagonists in the storybooks all went through this."
Only Mingshu was standing by, shrilly demanding, "How many more days will we have to wait just for this kid?"
"Save him to the end," Li Jintang stretched out his hand and stroked it, whispering, "Besides, didn't you tell me? He's the protagonist. We'll definitely be able to escape by following him."
So the two of them stayed in the inn for two more days. On the third day, seeing that he looked well, Li Jintang packed his bags and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Li Jintang was standing in front of the restaurant, clutching her purse. The street was bustling with people and the sound of horse hooves was everywhere. After hearing these words, she felt confused.
"Didn't you say that following him would be helpful?" The Book of Destiny rested on her shoulder, cursing, "Now look what happens. I'm trapped here with you."
Li Jintang glanced at it, feeling puzzled. "That day, you clearly told me that as long as I listened to you, I could leave. Could it be that you are like me, clueless?"
The Book of Fate was choked for a long time before he stammered, "Even gods can make mistakes, but don't worry, I can always provide cheats if you need them."
Li Jintang didn't hear clearly: "...What do you mean?"
"If you haven't decided where to go," the young man interrupted calmly, "you might as well trust me for once."
Of course Li Jintang was eager to follow him.
"You just—"
The two of them walked side by side with the book, passing through a forest that was completely different from that day. To be precise, Li Jintang quickened his pace and followed him closely with the book of destiny.
At this moment, the young man suddenly slowed down his pace and asked, "Who are you talking to?"
"Who?" Li Jintang was stunned. He looked around but saw no one else. "I'm not talking to anyone."
The young man frowned slightly, clearly not believing her words: "You've been like this the past few days at the inn."
"Who are you talking to?" he asked again.
Inn... Li Jintang thought carefully and realized that he had only exchanged a few words with the Book of Fortune in the past few days. However, that thing had such a loud voice, how could he not hear it?
She was about to speak when the Fate Book suddenly jumped up and stepped on her shoulder. "The Fate Book can only be seen by the chosen ones. If he knows of my existence, you will be doomed."
“…”
Li Jintang changed his tone: "I was talking to myself."
The other person's frown deepened.
"I've been like this since I was little." Taking advantage of his slowed pace, Li Jintang took a few quick steps, then walked side by side with him, looking up at him. "When I encounter difficulties, I like to talk to myself. If you don't like to listen, just ignore it."
He didn't say anything else.
After walking for a while, I suddenly heard a rustling sound in the bushes ahead, and then two snow-white ears popped out from the bushes.
Li Jintang felt relieved and said, "It turns out to be a white rabbit. Then there's nothing to worry about."
Catching a glimpse of the boy's fixed gaze, she frowned and asked, "Fuzi, are you trying to catch it?"
Fuzi came back to his senses, turned around, and looked at her with an ambiguous expression on his face. He smiled slightly and said, "How could it be?"
"I never kill."
The last sentence was spoken in a very low voice, and did not reach the girl's ears. Instead, an angry shout replaced it:
"How did my ears become like this? Humph, if I see those two ignorant people again, I will skin them alive!"
【Author’s words】
Recommend the ancient Chinese poem "Leaning on Jade for Joy" by my friend
Copywriting (Chasing Wife to the Crematorium + Robbery, the Chess Player Falls in Love with the Chess Piece
Going crazy afterward)
Xie Weihan was born a beggar, but by chance, he was favored by Shang Lu and brought back to be raised in his mansion.
The servants all sighed at his good fortune, as he was the only one to receive the favor of the pure-hearted and unselfish Prime Minister Shang, and everyone envied him.
Although people say that Shanglu is cruel and merciless,
But in Xie Weihuan's eyes, her Shang Lu was a very good and gentle man.
She respected him and loved him, and firmly believed that day after day, she would be able to warm the man's heart.
Until that day Shang Lu personally sent her to the Prince's Palace,
The man's indifferent expression completely put an end to her thoughts.
How can I gain your pity?
I am just a chess piece, and Shanglu is a stone that cannot be warmed up.
After entering the Prince's Mansion, in order to complete the task assigned to her by Shang Lu, Xie Weihan used all her tricks and eventually made the Prince fall deeply in love with her.
Since the stone made of smilax china can't be kept warm, change it.
She doesn't have to be alone.
Shang Lu is the orphan of the crown prince of the previous dynasty. In order to seize the throne, he lurks by the emperor's side and is appointed as the prime minister. He only cares about power.
Ten years ago, he took in Xie Weihan for revenge and raised her by his side. When she grew up, she lived up to his expectations and looked exactly like the prince's deceased lover.
So he decided to send her to the prince's side as an insider.
It's just a chess piece, just discard it.
Without Xie Weihuan by his side, the days became increasingly lonely.
She is with my eyes open, she is with my eyes closed...
He just thought it was a waste of time.
Until he saw with his own eyes Xie Weihan lying in the prince's arms, full of affection.
Her clothes slipped off, leaving a few faint red marks on her collarbone, which was delicate and charming.
He could no longer suppress the throbbing in his heart...
Decided to take her back personally.
*
The long lamp in the Taiji Hall burned all night. It was originally used as the imperial cinnabar pen to review memorials, but was used by Shang Lu to draw a cinnabar mole.
After making love, Xie Weihuan, naked on the couch, pulled the quilt under him and sobbed.
However, Shang Lu still had no intention of letting her go. He leaned over again and kissed away her tears and the bright red cinnabar mole on her wrist.
His tears fell on her heart, and his eyes gradually turned red.
"So, Huan'er's first time can be considered mine."
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