Chapter 70 Chapter 70 “None of that matters.”…
It's late at night.
Compared with the quiet Zen room and the bustling temple during the day, it seems like two different worlds.
Sheng Puzhu took her sister and the maids and hid in the small tea room on the east side, which was only separated from the main house by a door.
There were many people in the room, with only a dim candle as big as a bean left, the light flickering, and a cushion placed on the ground. The group of people were divided into several groups of three or four, and surrounded the three sisters Sheng Puzhu in the innermost position.
Everyone was holding something that could barely be considered a weapon, some were firewood sticks from the backyard of the Zen room, some were candlesticks, and some were bricks and stones that had been pried off the wall. Sheng Mingya only had her eyes on the lotus platform. The ten-inch-tall white porcelain statue of Guanyin, with a solemn and compassionate expression, was tightly held in her arms. It didn't look like a useful tool at all.
Everyone tried to keep their voices down, even their breathing became cautious. Only the sound of Fu Yunzheng munching on pastries and drinking tea could be heard from the main room. It didn't seem like he was acting, he really was enjoying his meal.
About half an hour later, Fu Yunzheng finished his meal, wandered around the main room, and then turned off the lights.
As the night watch was about to end, the Zen temple was dead silent.
Sheng Puzhu was sitting near the window. If she said she wasn't afraid, it would be a lie. No matter how calm she appeared, she was still a little scared inside. Her nails dug into her palms until it hurt a little, and then she reacted and wanted to let go.
She felt sleepy, but didn't dare to fall asleep. She could only squint her eyes and doze off on Aunt Du's shoulder.
"Crack..."
The sound was very light, but it came one after another, getting closer and closer.
It didn't snow today, but the wind was strong at night. If you didn't listen carefully, it sounded more like the sound of leaves swaying on the branches.
Until the sound suddenly stopped, like a cat stepping on blue bricks, or a dead branch being blown off, the cold light of the bright moon leaked out from the thick clouds, and several hideous shadows suddenly fell on the window, silently, like ghosts.
Sheng Puzhu was so frightened that he covered his lips and the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up.
"Don't be afraid, madam..." Madam Du's face was pale, and she deliberately lowered her voice and trembled slightly. She was holding tightly in her hand a wooden leg that was removed from a spring stool.
"Shh." Sheng Puzhu bit her lip and gestured to everyone to keep quiet.
The tiny candle on the ground suddenly went out with a crackling sound, and the small tea room fell into unprecedented darkness.
At this moment!
The tightly closed door of the main room was pushed open by someone with skillful force, and layers of dark shadows filled the room, and there was more than one person.
"Be gentle and don't disturb the sleeping girl inside. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." The leader lowered his voice.
One of the younger voices asked nervously, "Brother, is this really possible?"
"If we are discovered, we are finished."
The person who spoke was slapped hard on the head. The leader was obviously not very patient: "What are you afraid of? It's not like we damaged their car. There are many people in the temple today. Once we catch the person, who would guess we are here in the dark?"
“Tsk tsk, I just wonder what this young lady from Chang’an City tastes like.”
"This kind of blessing has happened to us. The brave ones will die of overeating, while the timid ones will die of starvation."
The moment the gauze curtain was roughly opened, a cold light flashed, and the leading man's voice stopped abruptly.
A knife as thin as a cicada's wing was placed across his throat, and it was so cold that the man felt cold sweat running from the soles of his feet all the way to the top of his head.
"Brother, why don't you speak?"
"In this dark place, how beautiful is the young lady in the tent that you can't take your eyes off her?"
The sharp, murderous blade, the eagle-like sharp eyes, blood oozing from the skin, the man seemed to be nailed to the spot, not daring to move, and unable to move.
There was indeed a piece of warm and soft jade in the tent, but that piece of "soft jade" was really tall. She was wearing a light purple skirt with exquisite bamboo leaves and plum blossoms embroidered on her chest. The beauty with pink face and red lips was leaning on the brocade quilt, holding a long knife in her hand, and smiling like the King of Hell who was taking lives in the middle of the night.
"How does it taste?" Fu Yunzheng stood up slowly and slapped the leading man's face with the back of his knife. "It tastes like beheading wine. Want to try it?"
"Bang!"
Sheng Puzhu only heard a loud bang in the house, like the sound of a hard object hitting the ground.
Then there were a few more clanging sounds, as if the table had fallen over.
"Damn, I haven't finished my snacks yet." This was Fu Yunzheng's cursing voice.
Sheng Puzhu didn't understand either. At this moment, he still cared about the snacks on the ground. Not long after, there were bang, bang, bang sounds, like a dull sound of a fist hitting the head.
Sheng Puzhu felt a pang of pain in his teeth after hearing this. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Master Fu, are you okay?"
Fu Yunzheng shook his hands: "I'm fine."
"Girls, you better hide for now. It's too messy here. Wait until I deal with these scum."
He must have been looking for a rope when the sound of cloth tearing came from the darkness. The three thieves didn't even have time to say a word before they were beaten up badly.
As Fu Yunzheng was tying the man up, he muttered, "What the hell? It even ruined my snacks."
"I must kill you today to show you how powerful I am."
It was the first time he wore girl's clothes. The skirt was wide and the sleeves were long, which was not conducive to his fighting. Fu Yunzheng pulled up his sleeves and was about to look for a fire starter.
Just as he lowered his head, he suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if he was being stared at. He even felt the breath of death.
“Damn it!”
"Could it be that there is a backup plan?" Fu Yunzheng cursed, and rushed forward regardless of anything. The sharp sword wind almost brushed past his ear.
Fu Yunzheng reached out and wiped his ear. Wow, there was blood.
"Who are you?"
The knife and sword collided in mid-air, sparks flew.
Fu Yunzheng did not dare to be careless. He drew his sword to block, but his palm became numb from the shock and he took half a step back.
"The one who wants you dead!"
Xie Zhiyan's voice was ice-cold, and he attacked without mercy. In the pitch-black darkness, the sword shone like snow, and each move went straight to the vital point.
Fu Yunzheng rolled around in a panic. If he hadn't been fast enough, he would have been stabbed through on the spot. Before he could catch his breath, he was tripped by his skirt and the back of his knife scraped against the blue bricks, sparks flying. The man on the opposite side still had the same sword momentum, determined to kill him!
"Ahhhh, wait a minute..."
"Your voice sounds familiar."
"I am Fu——"
Before he could finish his words, the tip of the other party's sword had already pierced his throat.
"My dear."
"Sir, stop it, he is Fu Yunzheng."
The door connecting the master bedroom of the Zen room and the small tea room on the east side was suddenly pushed open. Sheng Puzhu was holding a lamp in his hand, and the warm yellow light instantly illuminated half of the room.
The tip of the sword was placed in front of Fu Yunzheng's throat, almost touching his skin.
That was close!
Almost died.
Fu Yunzheng got up in a panic. If Xie Zhiyan's sword had advanced an inch further, he would have lost his life tonight.
After surviving the disaster, he didn't care about his clothes at all.
It was Xie Zhiyan who reminded him again, speaking in a condescending manner, with every word spoken in a joking tone.
“Tsk…”
"Fu Jia Dalang is really in a good mood. I didn't know you had such a hobby."
Fu Yunzheng closed his eyes, feeling so powerless that he would rather die.
Xie Zhiyan looked expressionlessly at the towering and gorgeous heart-crossed bun on Fu Yunzheng's head, and glanced at his skirt that was obviously ill-fitting. He had drawn eyebrows, painted rouge, and moist lips, and who knew whose lip balm was used.
The more he looked, the colder the look in his eyes became, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.
He sheathed his sword with a cold face, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully before turning to look at his wife who was not far away.
"Pearl, come here." The voice was calm, without even a ripple.
Only Xie Zhiyan himself knew how scared he was when he rushed to the meditation room and heard Fu Yunzheng's mumbling nonsense.
"My dear." Sheng Puzhu looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright.
"I'm glad you're okay." Xie Zhiyan closed his eyes, his low voice as hoarse as the night wind.
Before Sheng Puzhu recovered from her surprise, she bumped into a broad chest. His heartbeat was so fast and heavy that it made her eardrums tremble through her clothes.
Xie Zhiyan used force in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
Sheng Puzhu took the initiative to hold his hand. There was a chill in her cold fingertips. The man she had just met in the morning now had a little stubble on his chin. Her vague shadow was reflected in his dark eyes.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
"Are you scared?"
Xie Zhiyan slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips, as if he felt some satisfaction, but also as if it was not enough.
He is a man who always keeps himself disciplined when he is out, but it seems that he has disregarded the rules.
Sheng Puzhu felt that his gaze was very serious, but it made her feel at ease for no reason.
Her body was trembling slightly. She didn't know if it was the coldness from him, or because now that the matter was resolved, she finally didn't have to force herself to stay calm.
Her heart, which had been hanging high in the air, fell back into her stomach the moment she saw him. Sheng Puzhu blinked slowly and looked into his eyes. She stood on tiptoe as if she was bewitched.
Her rosy lips gently rubbed the side of his neck: "No, I'm not afraid, my dear, don't blame yourself."
She knew that he was going out today to do some business far away. Even on weekdays, he still had a lot of official business to attend to, so she didn't intend to trouble him and never thought he would come.
All this is not his fault.
But Xie Zhiyan didn't think so. He was filled with fear, even to an extreme degree.
He leaned over, carefully cupping her delicate cheek with his palm, and said stubbornly, "This won't happen again. This time, I failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a husband."
"Have you guys done enough? Can you please take care of my life or death?"
Fu Yunzheng sat with his legs crossed on the only intact bed in this Zen room. He had been beaten up by Xie Zhiyan tonight, and the corners of his mouth were swollen, his cheeks were bruised, and his makeup was ruined.
Xie Zhiyan turned his head and looked at him with an indifferent expression.
"How are you going to deal with these three scumbags?"
Fu Yunzheng no longer cared whether he was dressed as a girl or not. He felt like he had given up and kicked the three people lying half-dead on the ground: "What are you going to do with them?"
"Lock him up and interrogate him first, then... kill him." Xie Zhiyan's eyes were cold and stern.
Fu Yunzheng nodded and asked, "Do you want to kill him, or should I?"
"Let the Dali Temple handle it first." Xie Zhiyan took off his cloak and wrapped Sheng Puzhu in it, a sneer on his face, "Let Lu Er do it."
"Lu Er?" Fu Yunzheng was stunned, and then his expression suddenly became ferocious. He stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head to look outside.
As expected, Lu Zhoudu walked into the house slowly with his hands behind his back.
His skin was still the pale white that comes from not seeing the sun for years. He looked me up and down with a half-smile on his face: "Tsk, Fu Yunzheng, what kind of weird habit is this?"
Although Lu Siqing's tone was sarcastic, his expression did not show any contempt at all, and there was even a rare appreciation and admiration in his eyes.
“You guys are really…”
"Damn it."
Fu Yunzheng sighed, tugged at his sleeves, and straightened his messy skirt. He looked at Lu Zhoudu sinisterly, then gritted his teeth as he looked at Xie Zhiyan.
The three men in the room each had their own thoughts. Only Sheng Mingshu poked her head out from behind Sheng Mingya, her face pale as a snow-white. "Why is Lu Siqing here too?"
The man who appeared in the middle of the night didn't look like a Dali Temple official who enforced the law impartially. Instead, he looked more like someone who was out to kill someone and destroy the body.
The smile on Lu Zhoudu's face froze. He didn't know how he entered the house and how he retreated the same way.
As if he was afraid of scaring people, he retreated further away: "Sanlang, the carriage of the Marquis of Mingde's mansion has arrived."
Xie Zhiyan nodded without saying anything, and picked up Sheng Puzhu without giving him any room to refuse.
"My dear, I don't want to ride in a carriage. I want to ride on horseback."
Sheng Puju's body was still shaking slightly, and she inexplicably wanted to become more willful.
"good."
"Then ride on horseback. I'll take you."
It’s a cool winter night.
Sheng Puzhu was wrapped tightly in a black cloak, her cheek pressed against the man's chest, her arms tightly hugging his waist.
She told herself that it was okay, riding a horse, him leading her, and her holding him in this position was normal.
"Is it cold?"
Xie Zhiyan tightened the reins and asked Sheng Puzhu in his ear.
Before she could answer, the man's calloused hand was on her lower back, pushing her inwards, bringing them closer together.
The cold wind was howling and Sheng Puzhu felt his face getting hot.
By tilting her head back, she could touch his Adam's apple, which rolled up and down as he swallowed.
The handsome man, who was as handsome as a god, looked down at this moment with a faint gaze. When he was not smiling, his well-defined face showed a kind of cold majesty like mountains and rivers.
Sheng Puzhu wrinkled her nose. She smelled a faint smell of blood on Xie Zhiyan, mixed with the scent of soil and leather. It seemed like he had walked a long way to come back tonight just to make sure she was safe.
The wind was strong, but his chest was broad, and in the vast night, she felt like she had suddenly found a lamp, as if the wind had a contour.
"Xie Zhiyan." She called him for some unknown reason.
"Um?"
"Did you and Lu Siqing go somewhere far away today?"
Xie Zhiyan didn't deny it. His voice was a little dull, mixed with the crisp sound of horse hooves: "I was planning to go to Yongzhou to deal with some things, but it doesn't matter now."
"None of that matters."
Isn’t it important? What about her?
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