Chapter 68 Miss Thief 5 Do you want me to fall in love with you?
The carriage Qin Ji traveled in was very gorgeous, even the hanging curtains seemed simple and plain from a distance, but if you looked closely you would see the exquisite stitching and the dazzling luster of the cloth. It was very thin, and felt cool, smooth and comfortable to the touch.
In summer, it can block out light and prying eyes, so that no shadow can be seen from outside, and the wind can still blow in. There are also ice cubes arranged in the car, so even if the sun is shining directly on your head, you will not feel hot and it is very cool inside.
Inside the carriage, Qin Ji was flipping through a book. He saw Wu Yue rummaging through the carriage, tapping away with her fingers. He wasn't always expressionless; now, his face was as dignified as jade. Qin Ji glanced at her and asked, "Are you planning to dismantle my carriage?"
"I'm checking for hidden compartments." Wu Yue folded her hands and sat down, not in the proper manners of a girl. She was carefree and casual, but not rude or lying down. She was just a bit casual and unconcerned. "Rumors are circulating in the martial arts world that even the Prince of Yan's carriage is as strong as a fortress. Not only can it not be broken, it can also eat people."
She smiled and looked at Qin Ji, but Qin Ji didn't care. In his position, what he heard was not honest advice, but hypocritical flattery, or scolding for treason. If he cared about every little thing, he would not have survived in the palace, a place where people were eaten without leaving any bones, and stood in his current position.
Qin Ji lowered his eyes and continued to flip through the pages of the book. Even so, he was still able to concentrate on reading. "What's the big deal? I like to eat. There are many rumors about people."
He is very self-aware, which is quite a lot. Wu Yue also heard a little about it, and she found it funny. It would be more correct to say that he likes killing people, but why would he say that he likes eating people...
However, she saw that Qin Ji's expression changed slightly, and Wu Yue still noticed the unusualness of this moment very quickly.
Because he paused longer on this page than on the previous ones. This person has a good memory and can remember every word of a book without missing a single line. It is impossible for him to have such a hard time reading a single page.
Similarly, Wu Yue had been looking at his profile for a long time, her eyes focused and she seemed to be hesitant to speak, which made it hard for Qin Ji not to know.
Qin Ji looked at her, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled faintly, "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you in love with me because of my face?"
Good-looking people always know they are good-looking, and he is no exception. After all, as a member of the royal family, his appearance must be in accordance with the rules. Moreover, he has the money to equip his house with the best mirror, so he can still see his appearance clearly.
But beauty is also a withered bone. In the imperial palace, there is no shortage of beautiful figures and faces, but those who die in the deep palace are just corpses. Qin Ji has seen too much. He doesn't care about appearance. Power is the best appearance.
Whether ordinary or stunning, as long as the person looks pleasing to the eye, that's fine. But if they're bizarre, that's another matter. After all, their preferences are normal.
Wu Yue was very upset when she heard this. It was weird no matter how she looked at it when these words came out of Qin Ji's mouth.
"You are too narcissistic." Wu Yue despised his shamelessness.
"This isn't narcissism, it's self-affirmation." Qin Ji calmly turned to the next page of the book. "And if I can successfully seduce you with my face, I don't mind."
He discovered since last night that Wu Yue was quite tolerant of good looks. For example, the maids around her always had a smile on their faces in front of her.
Wu Yue snorted, as if she was a lecher.
However, Wu Yue smiled, supported herself on the soft couch, leaned over, and asked him back, "Why do you want to seduce me for no reason? Are you in love with me?"
Her teasing did not make Qin Ji panic. Instead, a trace of smile spread across his eyes. His obsidian eyes seemed to be sprinkled with moonlight, no longer pitch black, but shimmering with a bright light. Very beautiful eyes, "If you want me to do this, it's not impossible."
The two men fought, and Wu Yue died.
It was clearly his who said it first, but now she was using it to turn the tables, making it seem like she was falling in love with him.
Wu Yue rolled her eyes inelegantly, sat back and moved away, "Who wants you to fall in love with me?"
Just daydreaming about good things.
Qin Ji was helplessly indulgent. "I don't know either. Maybe it's someone who is saying one thing and thinking another."
He pronounced the word "someone" very delicately, and after it swirled around on his tongue, it was meaningful, as if she was deliberately making trouble, but he had no choice but to play along with her.
Wu Yue “···”
As expected of someone in the imperial court, he has many tricks up his sleeve.
After this blunder, Wu Yue gave up the question she wanted to ask.
Apart from the fact that they had slept together by chance, they were not very familiar with each other. It would be presumptuous to ask about it, and this kind of thing could not be mentioned as a joke.
Seeing that she suddenly became quiet, opened the lunch box and took out the snacks inside to eat, Qin Ji saw it out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, but his drooping eyelids, as slender as a swallow's tail, blocked the deep dark light.
The carriage left the inner city and drove towards the outer city. The streets were originally quiet, but the sound of the wheels echoing on both sides of the city wall could be heard. Once outside the outer city, it was like entering another bustling world. The wall between the inner and outer cities formed a dividing line between the two worlds.
Wu Yue pulled aside the curtain and looked outside. The bustling atmosphere on the street was exactly what she liked, very relaxing.
However, she nudged Qin Ji's arm with her elbow and said, "Once you leave the palace, there will be people everywhere who want to assassinate you. You are traveling so high-profile, and your carriage is the palace's mark, as if you want to tell the world that you are here. Is it really okay to go out without disguise?"
Qin Ji always managed to misinterpret her meaning and turn it into what he wanted to hear, "So you are so worried about my safety."
What a waste of saliva, Wu Yue glared at him speechlessly, but her outfit today made her look lively, more like a kitten stretching out its claws to demonstrate. Qin Ji liked the feathers on her head very much and touched them again.
"There are too many people who want to assassinate me. If I had to worry about my safety even when I go out, I wouldn't be alive today. Whoever wants to kill me, just come on." Qin Ji said indifferently.
This is a firm belief in his own strength and contempt for his enemies. But it cannot be denied that he does not care about his own life and has an indifferent attitude.
But why is this? People have always been afraid of death. Since ancient times, especially those who sit in high positions and enjoy the dignity brought by power, they desire to live rather than die.
This is the case for ordinary wealthy businessmen, let alone a prince who is just one step away from ascending the throne.
Wu Yue thought he was weird.
And the strange thing that night, it seemed like he was poisoned, which led to their unexpected union. Could it be that he really didn't care because he knew he wouldn't live long?
But no matter what Qin Ji thought, it had nothing to do with her, and Wu Yue would not explore the reason.
Qin Ji then added, "Besides, I have a top thief lady by my side. With you here, why should I be afraid?"
Well, his words instantly dispelled Wu Yue's curiosity and turned it into an inexplicable feeling of annoyance.
Is this a compliment or a mockery? If she were truly the best thief, she wouldn't be taken with her right now, and wouldn't even be able to fly away.
Wu Yue said viciously, "It's too early to be relieved. Be careful, I will attack you when I find the opportunity."
Qin Ji, however, was not at all flustered. He was very steady, and the smile between the lines seemed to mock Wu Yue's naivety. "We are now partners. Even if you kill me and surrender with my head, no one will believe it. And if you are alive, their plan will be exposed."
It was she who walked into the whirlpool, and the waves that stirred it pushed her to his side. Now that she was here, it was up to him to hold on or let go.
Damn it! Wu Yue pounded the soft couch in the carriage with one fist, groaned angrily, folded his hands, and turned his head to the side.
She really didn't want to bother with Qin Ji, but she was bored and didn't know where his carriage was going.
Wu Yue lifted a corner of the curtain to look at the scenery outside, and in the crowd of people outside, she saw a man wearing a conical hat walking in the opposite direction of the carriage.
The wind blew the bamboo hat he was wearing down, and it was only for a moment, but Wu Yue still saw the snake totem on his neck.
Killers are very sharp. Wu Yue didn't dare to stare at him for too long and immediately withdrew her gaze. She lowered the curtain, but then thought, it doesn't matter if you are seen. Qin Ji walked out of the house in such a swagger, which was a direct message to the enemy: "The opportunity is perfect, come and assassinate me."
But now they might also be here to kill her. Wu Yue leaned over and whispered to Qin Ji, "I saw someone from the Seven Killings Hall. Judging from his aura, he should be a master, at least at the level of a deputy hall master."
But it's normal to think about it. If they didn't come, the Seven Killing Hall would be laughed at by the whole world.
After all, those corpses are still hanging on the swings at the gate of Dacheng. They look scary and carry a humiliation that is deeply ingrained in their bones. People who pass by will point and talk about them.
There were many people who wanted to overthrow Qin Ji, but the common people were definitely not among them. Because it was Qin Ji who gave them a stable life, and when Qin Ji ordered his men to be hanged, he sent people to say that these were the cancer in the underworld who were trying to disrupt the country.
The common people didn't care about that; they just followed Qin Ji. And when they heard that their hard-earned stable life was about to be disrupted, they immediately became furious. This made the Jianghu people even less popular with the common people, who would think they were stirring up trouble.
When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, few can compare to Qin Ji.
Seeing that she was on high alert, Qin Ji could still joke, "There's a deputy hall master-level person who'll put on a good show for you. Do you want to watch it?"
Even at this time, he still had the leisure to fool people. Wu Yue pointed a finger at his chest and reminded him seriously, "The people of the Seven Killing Hall are not only good at assassination, but also poison. People make mistakes, and horses stumble. I advise you to be careful, don't end up losing your life."
Qin Ji still only heard this, "You are really worried about me."
Before Wu Yue was about to lose her temper, he took Wu Yue's hand and played with it, smiling faintly and said, "You are just a gangster, being used as a knife by others, and you still think you are doing justice. These idiots are not worthy of my attention. I will show you another good show, let's get started."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage stopped, the guards jumped out, and placed a two-step stool for the master to stand on.
Seeing that Qin Ji really had a plan, and perhaps today's move was just to catch them all in one fell swoop, Wu Yue swallowed her words.
After Qin Ji got off the carriage, they walked up to a high building on the city wall, where they could overlook the street.
Because the two sides of Kyoto's main gate have protruding structures, they were once used as beacon towers. Later, with the passage of time, they were transformed and now became a place of entertainment for the nobles. Naturally, Qin Ji has now taken possession of this place of entertainment and is making a fortune from it.
The place they were heading to could clearly see the killer from the Seven Killing Hall still hanging, and there was no smell yet.
There were many ordinary people watching, looking up and pointing, and there were a few slightly unusual people hiding in the crowd.
Wu Yue muttered softly, "One, two, three..."
Qin Ji poured her a cup of tea and asked, "What are you counting?"
"Let's see how many killers are hiding in the dark." Knowing the number will give you a rough idea. Wu Yue calculated that she could only deal with about four of them, and their strength was similar to hers.
Qin Ji laughed at her words.
"Not too many, not too few. Anyway, you'll be busy later." Qin Ji picked up a piece of Wu Yue's favorite snack and handed it to her mouth. "Before going out, didn't you secretly sharpen your hidden weapons and dagger?"
He even knew this. One can only imagine how many secret guards were hiding in every corner of the palace. Wu Yue was depressed and lowered her head to take a bite of the snack.
At this time, there was a noise coming from the bottom of the city wall.
Wu Yue stood up immediately, and Qin Ji also stood up, took her hand, and walked to the handrail at the city wall together.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at Qin Ji, who pretended to forget, and reminded him, "Ahem, you can let go now. It's very hot."
"You mean, as long as it's cold, it's fine?" Qin Ji let her go without hesitation, but he didn't forget to find a chance for himself.
Wu Yue ignored his words. She leaned her hands on the top of the city wall and looked down. She saw several people dressed as scholars under the hanging corpse. They were wearing Confucian robes, holding a few books in their hands, and had thin figures, showing the demeanor of scholars.
Seeing such a brutal act, they thought that it should be a courtesy to respect the dead, so why should it be hung on the wall for people to point fingers at? They began to denounce it indignantly.
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