Chapter 44 (Part 2) Why does that woman look so...
Lin Meiju was shocked by this terrible thought.
Chuqi watched me grow up. He taught me how to read and write, how to compose poetry and paint. He was a close friend with whom I could talk about anything, a brother who tolerated me unconditionally, and a family member I could always rely on to feel secure. He was such a good person, and yet I had such disgusting thoughts about him! It was simply because I was so angry and wanted revenge!
Chu Qi had no idea that Lin Meizhu's hesitation and entanglement just now was just because she was considering whether to eat him up completely? He saw her eyes flickering, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and then looking down in panic. He just thought that he had hit the nail on the head, and his heart ached for her even more.
Atop the table sat a black gauze crown with a silver sunflower pattern. A purple peony, adorned with a silver tassel, draped diagonally across her left temple. Three five-petal gilded cassia branches rested on her right ear. Chuqi detached the main branch and presented it to her. "It's said that His Majesty is the supreme ruler, blessed with lasting blessings. I would like to borrow a bit of the royal aura to protect you and bring you eternal peace."
The imperially bestowed peonies were to be displayed in the Wenchang Pavilion behind the Qionglin Garden, but the golden osmanthus flowers could be kept for personal use, while the cassia branches were to be disassembled and distributed to fellow candidates in the imperial examination, and the leaves were to be given to fellow townsmen.
Lin Meizhu felt her fingertips burning as she gripped the cinnamon twig. In Chuqi's eyes, she was still the innocent little sister, little did she know she had long been led astray. He had always been thinking of her best interests, yet she had nearly ruined his life! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Lin Meizhu felt increasingly ashamed, her nose sore and her eyes dry, feeling both guilty and embarrassed. "A lot of merchants from Ryukyu and Annan have been here recently. I'll arrange a time another day so they can take a look at the jade beads. Perhaps they'll have seen this jade material."
Chu Qi didn't expect that she was still thinking about this matter. She touched her earlobe and said softly, "Eleven, it's okay."
We have been searching for more than ten or twenty years. If we could find it, we would have found it long ago.
Lin Meizhu muttered, "Why not? It's a huge deal. Grandpa said your longevity lock is obviously not for ordinary people. What if you're the lost child of a wealthy family? Don't forget that Grandpa is counting on you to bring him immense wealth."
Chu Qi listened to her teasing and sighed in his heart: Darling? He was just afraid that he was a disaster.
Chen Huisheng's memories before he was rescued were very fragmented. He couldn't remember the order in which he had visited those places. He only vaguely remembered an old voice in the dense forest urging him: "Keep going! Don't stop! They're coming! The boat is coming! Hurry up!"
He also encountered floods and followed a middle-aged couple for a while. One day, when he woke up, he found that the people sleeping on both sides had been frozen solid. He had no choice but to pry open their arms and walk out.
He still remembered that someone tried to snatch his collar, but he held it tightly in his arms. They kicked him, stepped on him, and pushed him down from a high place, but he refused to let go. Just as those people were about to saw off his hand, Chen Huisheng arrived.
Later, during a famine, he melted the necklace down. Lin Meizhu crouched by and watched, her eyes red. She took advantage of the silversmith's inattention to steal a jade bead and hid it for a long time before she dared to tell the truth. This was perhaps the only bad thing she had ever done.
She was justified but confident: "I just bought it on credit. I will pay him back when I have money."
When he scolded Lin Meizhu, he didn't know that the silversmith would not become poor or rich because of a small jade bead, but his life would be rewritten because of her action.
At first he couldn't find his family because it was difficult to trace their origins, but later he saw that the cross section on the collar was left by a big knife, so he didn't dare to look for it anymore. He was afraid that he would attract the attention of his enemies before he found his family.
Precisely because he knew that his background was probably not simple, he was afraid of bringing trouble to Chen Huisheng's family. This was also one of the reasons why he did not dare to express his feelings to Lin Meiju at first.
Chuqi seldom talked about the past with others; it wasn't a pleasant experience. He was just thinking about how to change the subject when he suddenly felt a gaze that couldn't be ignored fall on his face.
She obviously saw that something was on his mind and wanted him to say it.
There was a half-height stool in the room, but she refused to sit on it because she thought it was not convenient. She just half-knelt at his feet, her black pupils bathed in soft watery light, and her eyes could not hide the worry and sadness, as she stared at him eagerly.
Chuqi suddenly had an illusion that if he touched her head, she would squint her eyes and meow.
He couldn't help wanting to laugh, but halfway through his laughter he felt a sharp pain in his knees. His palms that were resting on the armrests clenched immediately, and he thought to himself: This little white cat is so painful!
Lin Meizhu didn't know if she could see that Chuqi, the mischievous boy, was plotting against her in his mind. Her hands moved quickly and accurately. Seeing tears welling up in his eyes, she slowed down and blew a breath of hot air on his knees. "Okay?"
When she didn't hear his response, Lin Meizhu looked up. The man, who had been lying on his back in the rocking chair, relaxed and at ease like a nobleman, had stopped smiling and was now studying her intently. He slowly sat up, seeming nervous, his earlobes turning pink. The rocking chair creaked, but that didn't stop him from keeping his hand firmly hooked around her belt.
Lin Meizhu's face flushed red, and she reached out to grab his hand. Chu Qi was faster than her, gently tugging at her belt to pull her forward, and whispered, "Come here."
Lin Meizhu cursed herself in her heart for the last eight hundred times. Did he see through her little thoughts just now? She frantically pushed him away.
"Can't!"
"Don't move!"
"Don't move, don't turn around, there's someone on the roof."
Lin Meizhu's back suddenly stiffened. "Who is it?"
Then I heard Chu Qi say, "I can't see his face, and from his position, he probably can't see the whole scene in the room...but I think he has bad intentions."
Shen Changfeng, who came with ill intentions, simply wanted to kill someone.
Half a cup of tea ago, he was searching for someone in the bamboo forest and met Qin Moyun.
Qin Moyun said: "I met my second sister-in-law. She is so beautiful. Uncle, you and your sister-in-law are a perfect match!"
Shen Changfeng was very happy to hear this, thinking that there were still normal people in the Qin family. Then Qin Moyun said, "Uncle, can you help me pick up a kite? It's on the roof."
Shen Changfeng decided to help this discerning young matchmaker.
He quickly climbed up to the roof, took the kite, and was about to come down when he glanced at the window of the opposite building, which was only partially open. He saw the silhouette of a woman kneeling on the ground, with a pair of men's black boots and half-length red robe beside her.
Shen Changfeng couldn't help but sneer. He knew that there would be some inhumane romantic affairs in the deep palace, but these two were too bold and too impatient - wait! He held his breath and turned his gaze back stiffly.
Why does that woman look so much like his wife?
He saw the woman in white with her head tilted upwards but her shoulders slightly slumped, a lonely and sad figure. Then a pair of white, slender hands reached out, as if to comfort her, and gently tucked away the loose hair on her temples. He did it with ease and familiarity, and it was obviously not the first time he had done such a thing.
Shen Changfeng felt like he was drowning, gasping for air but still feeling suffocated. He crouched on the rooftop, shifting his position several times in an attempt to get a clear view of the scene inside, but it was all in vain. The last time he saw the man's hand gripping the handrail suddenly bulged with veins, and the woman leaned forward and buried her head closer, cruelly leaving him with only the messy hem of her skirt scattered on the ground...
Shen Changfeng crushed countless glazed tiles, his palms bloody and bloody. His eyes were bloodshot, yet he forced himself to calm down. It wasn't her. She had a hairpin with flowers in her hair, but this woman didn't. She wasn't the only woman wearing white; Su Qinxue wore one too. It showed that there were still many women who attended banquets shortly after a death in their family...
The two people in the room suddenly stood up and took a step forward. Shen Changfeng could no longer see them. Only the sandalwood recliner was shaking up and down.
Why did they leave in such a hurry? Did they also notice him? This must be a guilty conscience!
How can I bear this! How can I bear this! How can I bear this! ! !
The banquet was in full swing, with singing and dancing. The maid who sold wine was walking back and forth with a wine jug in her hand. When she saw someone coming, she put on a smile and prepared to greet him. But the next moment she screamed and dropped everything in her hands to the ground.
The sound of ritual music gradually faded, and the dull sound of heavy blades scraping against the red steps below the pavilion became clearer, "clang-clang-clang-clang-"
The sound pierced the eardrums like a dull saw cutting bones, making one's teeth ache. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the sound.
“Klang!”
The moment sparks flew, the blood-stained blade penetrated the floor tiles, and cracks exploded like the twisted coils of an evil dragon. The tall, dark figure stood against the setting sun, leaning on the sword, and sticky blood beads rolled down the blade groove, dripping all over the ground.
His pair of dark eyes were cold and terrifying, and his gaze was like poisoned needles, scraping across everyone's face inch by inch.
The crowd suddenly exploded. No one could remain calm when seeing Shen Changfeng looking like he had just killed someone or was about to kill someone.
Shen Changfeng was followed by the Jinwu Guards, but each of them cautiously surrounded their leader and did not act rashly.
The Eighth Prince was the first to react. He clapped his hands and said, "Is this to cheer up the sword dance? We'll all be in for a treat. What a pity! Father just left, otherwise he would have loved it!"
The Eighth Prince saw that Shen Changfeng had been provoked by something and was afraid that he would do something extreme, so he deliberately emphasized the word "father" in the hope of bringing him back to his senses.
Shen Changfeng heard a lot of people talking.
He saw Liang Taifu pointing at his nose and scolding him, saying that he brought a knife into the palace and had no respect for the law. Liang Taifu was wearing a red robe.
He saw Shao Er hugging Lu Fei'er and retreating, mumbling something and going crazy again. Shao Er was wearing a red robe.
He heard the drunken Qin Ting teasing the third-place scholar about wearing earrings, asking if they were a gift from his sweetheart or just a southern barbarian custom. A fat man chuckled and said it could be because they were a relic and a keepsake from his parents. Qin Ting wore a scarlet robe, as did the fat man. The third-place scholar, the second-place scholar, the first-place scholar, and even the eighth prince who kept whispering in his ear... all wore them!
Shen Changfeng drew his sword and looked around, bewildered. Everywhere he looked was a blinding red. The overwhelming blood surged into his mouth, eyes, ears, and nose, forcing him to gasp for air and his blood vessels to surge. He heard a voice echoing in his mind: It's better to kill the wrong person than to let him go.
He slowly grasped the hilt of the knife, and suddenly saw a small white dot appear in front of him.
The white dot transformed into a soft light, and slender lines appeared and disappeared in the void, gradually transforming into a god-like outline. His light approached him, caressing his hand that tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and spoke to him softly.
Shen Changfeng could see again.
He grabbed Lin Meizhu's arm, his bloody handprints staining her white dress red. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. He said, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere. I've been looking for you everywhere."
Lin Meiju said slowly, "I was just strolling around for a while." He saw that she was holding a bunch of light pink flowers in her arms, many of which were just buds. He stared at them for a while, but couldn't recognize what kind of flowers they were.
His hand groped her hair again, "Where's your hairpin?"
Lin Meizhu didn't respond immediately. The crimson in Shen Changfeng's eyes, which had not yet faded, returned with a vengeance. The ferocious beast within him began to roar wildly once more. He said in a hoarse voice, "Where's your hairpin? Where's the hairpin I gave you?!"
Amidst the buzzing discussions, Chuqi pushed through the crowd and stepped out.
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