Then he laughed and said
"Prince, you know I'm a bit eccentric... Tsk..."
"Little quirk."
"The servants in my house all wear nightgowns. I think nightgowns are really beautiful. As for the dagger, the prince must have seen it wrong."
He spoke with great confidence and sincerity, but his hands sped up to help Zheng Xueyi untie the rope. Yan Hui helped her up and spoke to Lei Man in a very fast tone.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take everyone in the mansion and leave first. I'll come and apologize to the prince in person when I have time."
As soon as he turned around, the dagger that Zheng Xueyi had just dropped from under Leiman's feet was kicked towards him.
The dagger swayed and just reached Yan Hui's feet.
Yan Hui turned his back to Leiman and let out a light sigh.
He turned around and put on a smile that was indifferent to fame or disgrace, kicked the dagger at his feet aside like a balloon, and waved at Leiman as if nothing had happened.
Anyway, as long as I am shameless and pretend that I know nothing!
You can't do anything to me!
Yan Hui, who was determined to carry out this principle to the end, said to Lei Man
"By the way, I heard that Prince Leiman seemed to have had some conflict with the Jinchu Emperor a few days ago. He has been in a bad mood these past two days. Please pay attention to him, Prince."
After saying this, Yan Hui turned around and his face suddenly darkened. Without caring about anything else, he grabbed Zheng Xueyi's hand and pulled her out.
A woman next to Leiman pretended to chase him and held the dagger beside her.
"Need not."
Lehman Road.
He tapped his legs lightly and yawned.
"I'd like to see what kind of prominent figure Yan Hui can come forward to deal with."
"Go check, the person behind this must be someone special."
He was seldom so curious about something. After receiving the order, the woman went down.
As if remembering something, he turned to the woman behind him and said
"Go and order a thousand nightgowns, and have them delivered to Young Master Yan's residence."
"It must be delivered when there are the most people around. It would be best if everyone in Jinchu could see that Young Master Yan loves nightgowns."
As he spoke, Leiman's blue eyes curved and he looked very happy, like a cunning fox.
…
It was late at night and the streets were deserted.
After a long time, Yan Hui slowly slowed down his pace, let go of Zheng Xueyi's hand and let out a deep breath.
Zheng Xueyi also relaxed from the high tension just now, panting towards Yan Hui
"What is your relationship with that person?"
She started by questioning, causing Yan Hui to roll his eyes, as if he was throwing a tantrum.
"Please! My name is Yan Hui! Yan Hui! Why don't you even ask other people's names? You keep calling them "you"!"
"I saved you from that Rayman! Do you know how terrifying that man is?"
Now thinking about the look in Leiman's eyes when he looked at him, Yan Hui felt a little numb on his scalp. He looked at Zheng Xueyi's very upright expression behind him and rubbed his head in annoyance.
"Well, just come back with me first."
His face suddenly fell, and he felt miserable when he thought about being labeled as a "nightgown lover" because of this inexplicable night.
Zheng Xueyi followed his footsteps, and the street corner ahead was dark.
Neither of them spoke, but they saw a figure standing at the gate of Zuixianlou from a distance.
The figure was wearing a pure white robe, which looked a little creepy in the night.
A thin figure stood downstairs, looking up at the top of Zuixian Tower. There was no one around. He seemed a little listless, and his face looked very pale from the side.
Yan Hui stopped and looked at the man with goose bumps all over his body.
"Where did this pervert come from, staring blankly downstairs of a brothel in the middle of the night?"
He never spoke in a tactful way, and when he said this, even Zheng Xueyi, who was so serious, imagined some strange plots.
Shaking off the thoughts in her mind, Zheng Xueyi looked at the man suspiciously.
Even though he felt someone was looking at him, the man did not turn his head.
The gaze towards Zuixianlou was focused and... infatuated?!
Zheng Xueyi was stunned.
Only then did she realize that the man in front of her was none other than Mr. Lin Songlin, the man who had accompanied An Yi to watch an opera in the teahouse two days ago?!
Why are you here so late at night?
Then the Zuixian Tower in front of us, is that where An Yi is?
This scene was so weird that Zheng Xueyi couldn't help but look at it twice more before Lin Song finally lowered his gaze.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Zheng Xueyi was so shocked that her skin was covered with goosebumps.
That was conveyed in Lin Song’s eyes.
It is endless.
Dead air.
"Hurry... let's go."
She could even feel her teeth trembling as Zheng Xueyi rushed in front of Yan Hui.
Knowing An Yi, she shouldn't run away at this time, but she couldn't help but walk, each step dragging heavily.
Being looked at like this by Lin Song, Yan Hui felt very scared. He rubbed his arms and turned around to see that Zheng Xueyi had already walked away. He couldn't help but shudder and followed her.
After the two left, Lin Song turned his head back mechanically.
Under the cruel moonlight, a thin and long blood vessel on his smooth hand kept trembling, like a monster about to break out.
…
Yan Hui brought Zheng Xueyi back to the National Temple. Xu Qingyi had been waiting for a long time, and the incense stick beside him was almost burned.
Braving the deep dew of the night, Yan Hui opened the door, bringing with him a gust of wind.
Zheng Xueyi frowned and looked at Xu Qingyi who was sitting there. She looked around for a while and pursed her lips.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Why is that?"
Arriving at the National Temple, Yan Hui suddenly felt like he was home. He went to the incense burner and stretched out his hands to warm them.
"Don't you want to explain the whole story?"
As he spoke, he poked Xu Qingyi
"Let me tell you, we saw a terrifying person on the way here."
Thinking of Lin Song's appearance, Yan Hui felt uncomfortable. He described it to Xu Qingyi, as if he wanted to give Zheng Xueyi more time to think.
"That person is so thin, it seems that only bones are left. The way he looks at people makes people feel uncomfortable. In short, everything he sees is strange and a bit unlucky..."
"Yan Hui."
Before he could finish his words, the word "bad luck" was blocked in his throat by Xu Qingyi's soft call.
Inserting the two lit incense sticks in his hand under the Buddhist temple, Xu Qingyi said
"Don't ever say that."
The moment the incense was lit, everyone's heart calmed down. The Buddha above had a kind face, and Xu Qingyi's face was reflected in his calm face.
“There are people in this world who are not loved by heaven and earth. Just by living, they have done their best.”
"In reality, they are nothing more than poor dead people who have locked up their own souls."
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