Chapter 8: The Taoist Priest (Revised) Her father gave her the name "Ying",...
Wen Ying squatted down and stared at the timid little boy in front of her. When the boy met her gaze, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously tightened the corner of his clothes and lowered his head to avoid her sight.
So thin...almost unrecognizable.
It was already early winter, and the boy was only wearing a thin cloth coat with sparse stitching and patches of various sizes, which made it completely useless in keeping out the cold. The half of his arm that was exposed was just a layer of skin covering the bones.
Has the current situation become so turbulent?
"What's your name?" Wen Ying slowed down her voice, trying not to scare him. "Why did you come in through the dog hole?"
Before his mother sent him in, she specifically told him to find a good person.
The little boy stole a glance at the girl.
Black nightgown, half a metal mask, a sharp weapon hanging from the waist... He doesn't look like a good guy at all QAQ
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Ying wanted to speak softer, but suddenly an extremely ethereal ringtone stood out among the chaotic ringing sounds, instantly covering all the other ringtones.
It was a pleasant sound, and the boy reacted greatly. Almost at the same time, he squatted down with his head in his hands, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Wen Ying frowned and tilted her head to look at the city wall beside her. When her vision was blocked by the stone wall, her other senses became stronger.
As soon as the bell came out, the originally noisy and chaotic sounds instantly found their backbone and turned into a strange melody with a neat rhythm.
The boy's shaking became more and more violent, and his skinny face showed despair and fear.
There is a problem...
Wen Ying made a prompt decision, lay down, and looked out from the dog hole.
Her vision was too low, so she could only see several pairs of legs moving alternately. All the people walking by were barefoot, and their dark skin was covered in mud and filth.
"bite--"
Another melodious bell rang, and she heard a cheer, followed by a chaotic flow of footsteps, as if many people were rushing towards something.
They were so enthusiastic that a weak person was squeezed so hard that he staggered and almost fell down.
No, if this continues...
Just as Wen Ying was thinking this, the weak man was pushed to the ground.
Her black hair fell in front of Wen Ying's eyes, and one eye was revealed among the mess, which happened to meet Wen Ying's gaze.
Empty and turbid.
The person behind her saw the empty seat and hurriedly stepped over her body. The weight of the person's body suddenly pressed down on her soft abdomen, which immediately became concave in a terrifying arc.
The man's eyes suddenly bulged out and he wailed and begged for mercy, but no one paid any attention.
People came one after another, stepping over her body, seeking something illusory.
What happened next was predictable. Wen Ying didn't want to watch any further and withdrew her gaze with a grim expression.
Most of the alchemists claimed to be messengers of God, relying on some inferior magic tricks to deceive people, and occasionally giving some so-called "gifts" to attract believers, so as to make money.
She has always looked down on alchemists, but in the turbulent situation, such people emerge in endlessly, and she, an assassin or the daughter of a guilty minister, cannot control them.
But even the most powerful alchemist outside the capital has never had such a crazy believer. He has completely lost his humanity.
The story began with the death of Wen Ying's father in battle. Although the chaotic situation has only lasted for three years, the regime of the Dahua royal family has not completely collapsed.
Why is it so crazy?
Wen Ying half-squatted and stood up, looked at the child curled up in a ball, and frowned.
If we ignore them, how will children like this survive?
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"Miss, what are you doing?" Uncle Liu looked at the child in the girl's arms and widened his eyes. He didn't know why his young lady suddenly came to the edge of the capital and brought a child with her.
"It's a long story." Wen Ying held his head with one hand, holding it as close to her body as possible.
"Prepare hot water, food, and a medical kit."
Uncle Liu stopped asking questions and quickly went out to give instructions to the servants around him.
Wen Ying lowered her head to check the boy's face. He still had his eyes closed and was holding his head tightly, as if he was hiding from a lingering nightmare.
On the way here, Wen Ying had called him countless times, but there was no response, as if he was trapped in a dream from which he could not wake up.
He came in from outside the wall at this time, probably because of something urgent, but I can't ask him anything now.
Wen Ying really wanted to wait for him to wake up, but the fire at the end of the night had already ignited the clouds.
She didn't have much time left and had to get back before the observer became suspicious.
He told Uncle Liu to take good care of the child, and to ask him what he wanted after he woke up, and to avoid being discovered by others.
After getting the assurance, he looked back every few steps and rushed to Yan's residence in the last darkness of dawn to take over the shift with Chuntao.
Wen Ying had been busy all night and should have been tired enough to fall asleep immediately, but she was weighed down by so many things on her mind that she couldn't fall asleep.
So when Chuntao pushed the door open and wanted to wake the young lady up, she was shocked to see a face with dark circles under the eyes.
In order to achieve realism, the human skin mask is extremely thin and light, and any slightly unusual color will show through.
"Miss, are we still going today?" Chuntao looked at her haggard appearance in the bronze dressing mirror and didn't know where to start.
What she was talking about was whether she should appear in front of Yan Jing today.
In order to establish an image of a good citizen in Yan Jing's mind, Wen Ying would go to Yan Jing every day to try to deceive him a little bit, but today this image might not be enough, so she had to use knockout drugs.
Wen Ying yawned deeply, her eyes drooping, but her tone was firm: "Go."
Bu Xingde's situation needs to be dealt with quickly. Just yesterday, when she glanced at him for a moment, someone died.
If we delay any further, I don’t know what the consequences will be.
Since Geng You came in a hurry to report the matter of Bu Xingde yesterday, it means that the Prime Minister is investigating the matter.
Their interests are aligned.
This may have nothing to do with her father's case, but her father gave her the name "Ying". If you turn a blind eye to the person you can save, how can you be loyal to the emperor, build a country and save the world?
Seeing that the young lady was so determined, Chuntao stopped trying to persuade her. She just put on more powder, trying her best to cover up her haggard look and improve her complexion.
Wen Ying was so sleepy that she almost closed her eyes, but her brain was extremely active, as if a silver needle was constantly pricking her nerves, separating the sleepiness of her body and soul.
"Okay Miss, I tried to cover it up as much as I could, but it's still... Hey Miss!"
Before Chuntao could finish her words, Wen Ying stood up and walked out.
The mental state after a sleepless night is too tense, which can easily make people's thinking stagnate, resulting in speaking without thinking or losing control of emotions.
She had to act immediately to avoid irreversible consequences.
Wen Ying walked quickly towards Yan Jing's study. As long as she crossed the path under her feet, she would be able to...
"Sorry, miss, please stop here." A tall man dressed as a guard stopped the girl.
Wen Ying couldn't help but feel annoyed. There was no such level yesterday.
She took a deep breath, put on a smile, looked up and was about to beg, but suddenly she was stunned.
Was it her illusion? Why did the guard's eyes seem red and swollen, and even a little black?
Did he stay up all night too?
"Miss Liu?" A familiar young voice sounded, and Geng You walked out of Yan Jing's study, stretched out his hand and greeted her.
Wen Ying had checked the information of all the servants and guests in Yan Jing's mansion in advance, so she naturally remembered Geng You.
He was the eldest son of the magistrate of Luozhou County. He was both talented in literature and martial arts and became famous at a young age. In his early years, he liked to be a knight-errant and do justice. Later, for unknown reasons, he became a retainer of Yan Jing.
She remembered that when she saw him yesterday, he was still a handsome young man with lychee eyes. Why did his eyes become swollen today?
Is this a new trend in Beijing?
Among them, Wen Ying's dark circles were not worth mentioning at all, and even highlighted her charm.
Wen Ying didn't know how to react, so she just raised her hand awkwardly and said, "Master Geng."
"You know me?" Geng You looked at the girl in front of him with some surprise.
His father did not hold a high official position and rarely appeared in public, so few people could recognize his name.
"My father has admired the 'White Ranger' for a long time." Wen Ying smiled and added some background information to Uncle Liu that he didn't know.
When Geng You heard the nickname he had received when he was young and energetic, he lowered his head in embarrassment and scratched his cheek.
At this moment, a figure of Frost walked out of the study, and his affectionate eyes with upturned corners looked even more handsome among the swollen eyes.
When Yan Jing came out, he saw Wen Ying's face and was not surprised at all.
From what Geng You let slip yesterday, he guessed that Wen Ying would come to see him today.
"Morning, Miss Liu." Yan Jing raised the corners of his lips, a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows, and he walked towards the girl.
Wen Ying smiled subconsciously and called out sweetly, "Master Yan."
At the same time, he quickly glanced up and down at the man.
The silvery-white robe is tied with a bright red palace belt, which is different from the court dress of birds and beasts at the hour of Mao.
It's only noon now, and Yan Jing has just finished court and changed into going-out clothes. Does he have important official business to go out on?
"Are you going out, sir?" Wen Ying smiled and took a step closer to Yan Jing.
Yan Jing lowered his head and closed his eyes.
The girl must have come in a hurry, her cheeks were a little red, there was darkness under her eyes, and a few strands of hair were sticking out of her simple bun.
She always dressed up before coming to see him, but this time she was in such a hurry. What did she know?
He stretched out his bony fingers and stroked her hair under Wen Ying's gaze, smoothing out her messy hair and saying "hmm" calmly.
As if his behavior was perfectly normal.
The natural attitude made Wen Ying a little dazed. Her heart beat faster and the blood in her body began to boil.
Wen Ying silently recited the Heart Purification Mantra several times before calming down her heart. She crossed her fingers and supported her chin, blinking her almond eyes and said softly:
"Can I go with Master Yan? I want to see Master Yan working up close."
The two were so close that Yan Jing could smell the faint scent of ginkgo fruit on Wen Ying.
There are no ginkgo trees in Yan Mansion, but there is a ginkgo forest near the west city wall.
He had not received any news that Wen Ying had gone out, and it seemed that even if he sent more people, he would not be able to stop her.
It would be better to accept her request and take her with you.
Yan Jing's eyes turned and showed tenderness, and he whispered softly, "Okay, Miss Liu, remember to follow me closely."
Geng You and the guard's eyes jumped back and forth as the two men talked, and they were about to be choked to death by the sticky atmosphere between them.
Why don't they seem like ordinary friends?
But if they were not ordinary friends, then what did the beatings and scoldings they received last night mean? Did they take the beatings?
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