Fan Zhiyi was devastated. He couldn't help but touch his face, only to be met with a low, intimidating voice from the person in the sedan chair: "If you touch it again, I'll make sure your face never changes again."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He silently got off the carriage, then stretched out his hand with a respectful expression. A white hand stretched out from the carriage and held his hand. Because it had not seen sunlight for a long time, the blue veins on it were unusually obvious.
Fan Zhiyi followed the script given by Zhuang Yujing and the others and said, "Madam, be careful."
At this point, although the city gates leaving the Tianyunmen territory have been closed, there are still many pedestrians on the streets, and most inns have opened their doors to welcome guests.
The woman in the carriage who was called "Madam" coughed a few times and was slowly helped down from the carriage by another servant who was slightly shorter and had an honest and gentle face.
The servant was played by Zhuang Yujing, who also glared at Fan Zhiyi, warning him not to try any tricks.
Fan Zhiyi was really impressed, but he felt that he was okay. Cen Jun wore a golden hairpin and a bun on her head, without any makeup. She changed into a women's skirt, and there was a kind of sickness between her eyebrows. She was indeed the character of a sick lady.
He An and Xiaoman came down next. Zhuang Yujing nodded to the coachman, and the coachman went to park the carriage with the waiter who came out to greet them.
He An naturally supported Cen Jun's arm, and Fan Zhiyi tactfully stepped back with Xiaoman and Zhuang Yujing. That's right, the three of them were servants now, following their master to Tianyun Sect to seek medicine and treatment for his mistress, and they would be leaving tomorrow.
As they entered the inn, the innkeeper, who was still fiddling with his abacus, glanced at them. Zhuang Yujing called out, "They came to book a room yesterday. This is our master and mistress."
The headmaster flipped through the account book and immediately smiled brightly. "Hey, Master He, please come this way." He invited them to the third floor and opened the door of the room at the end. "You asked for a quiet and good room. Are you satisfied with this one?"
He An looked at Cen Jun: "What do you think, Madam?"
Cen Jun nodded slightly, and the group walked into the inn.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt a cold gaze fixed on his back, as if licking every inch of him. Goosebumps spread across his skin, and he turned his head sharply. Behind him, besides the pedestrians, there was nothing unusual.
illusion?
Fan Zhiyi didn't take it too seriously, thinking it was just because he was too nervous, so he followed the others.
The shopkeeper followed in and closed the door, shutting out the curious gazes of the guests. He activated the formation on the wall, and the entire room was suddenly shrouded in a barrier.
Now, unless the outside world forcibly destroys it, no sound can be heard in the room.
Cen Jun sighed and walked to the table to get a glass of water to moisten his throat. The shopkeeper kindly reminded him, "The water is cold. I'll make a pot of good tea for you later."
"Don't bother. I haven't spoken for a long time. Now my throat can't take a few words." Cen Jun no longer looked weak as before. He drank it all in one gulp. The wide sleeves of her skirt slipped down, revealing a circle of red marks on her wrist.
He hurriedly removed the hairpin from his head, let down a layer of hair, and turned his neck.
Fan Zhiyi stared at him, and suddenly met Cen Jun's eyes. A moment of awkwardness passed, so he smiled. Cen Jun's eyes were clear, and he looked at him as if he were looking at anyone else. He smiled and replied, "I haven't had time to ask you who you are, sir."
"Him." Zhuang Yujing crossed his arms. "You tell me yourself."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi said, "My name is Yi Zhifan. I used to be a member of the Fan family, but now... uh..." Fan Zhiyi scratched his face. He didn't know how to explain his relationship with Bing Nandong. "I live in Tianyunmen."
"The Fan family." Cen Jun followed up, his hand unconsciously touching the Qiankun bag at his waist, "The same place my brother was born."
"The Fan family has fallen on hard times now," Zhuang Yujing said, his face filled with gloating. "It's what they deserve. Besides the unscrupulous sects you and I used to find evidence to expose their decline, and those punished by Jiu Wanli a few years ago, they've all collapsed for various reasons, and Bing Nandong must have been behind it."
Cen Jun didn't say anything more. He An said, "Cen Jun, you were imprisoned by Bing Nandong. Did he give you any trouble?"
Cen Jun shook his head. "Senior Brother didn't do anything except restrict my movements." Then, a thought struck him, and Cen Jun frowned. "Senior Brother is very concerned about the 'protagonist,' the kind in the storybooks. I don't know why, and he often comes to observe my every word and action. Also, the last time we met, Senior Brother seemed in a good mood. The only possibility is that it's related to my brother and Master. Has there been some twist in the story?"
He An was not sure how to answer this question. Zhuang Yujing saw that no one responded, and Cen Jun's eyes were full of urgency, so he answered directly: "Bing Nandong is about to sign a contract. Today, we took advantage of the contract signing ceremony and the disturbances from all sides, so we took the opportunity to come and rescue you."
"Make a pact? With whom?"
Zhuang Yujing was also quite dissatisfied and raised his chin towards Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi hadn't figured out the relationship yet. Seeing that the topic was back to him, his smile froze a little: "This is a misunderstanding. I can explain it."
Zhuang Yujing spoke sarcastically, mumbling the words on Fan Zhiyi's note: "I like you. I'm going out for a walk and will reply in person when I come back." Then he snorted coldly, "I really don't know what kind of drug Bing Nandong gave you. You were a man of courage back in the haunted house. Are you willing to let him use you as a substitute, kept in the Tianyun Sect as a canary?"
Fan Zhiyi sighed. He really didn't know what kind of love potion Bing Nandong had given him, but he just liked it.
"Baibai, Cen Jun and Bing Nandong are brothers, right?"
"Yes, host."
"Who is the brother he is talking about? Is he Bing Nandong's former white moonlight?" If that is the case, then it is the same as himself.
"Host, I need to consult the main system."
"Then go and ask for instructions."
"Impossible." Cen Jun looked at Fan Zhiyi, trying to find some flaws in him, and interrupted, "Senior Brother wouldn't make a pact with anyone casually."
Zhuang Yujing didn't say much, just patted Cen Jun on the shoulder. At that time, he had never told Cen Jun that Bing Nandong fell in love with his master, for fear that Cen Jun would not be able to accept it.
Not to mention Cen Jun, even now, Zhuang Yujing couldn't figure it out. He never thought that his rival since childhood was a fickle person, but Bing Nandong did just that. Thinking about it now, he was even more angry. It was a pity that Zhiyi...
"Well, Master, what should we do tomorrow?" The shopkeeper had been respectful from the moment he entered the door, no longer looking greedy for money. He waited until they had almost finished talking before asking.
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