The girl was confused by the nonsensical words, but the other party's eyes swept over her body inch by inch, from head to toe.
The temperature was a few degrees lower than before, and Ruan Mian felt a chill crawling up his spine.
She wanted to escape...
The girl's brows were tense, her fingertips were curled up, and she was extremely uneasy.
Mei Niang covered her lips and laughed.
"Come with me."
She led the way in front, and her walking posture was a little strange, as if her right leg was lame.
"You'll see it if you turn right and pass the porch."
The woman stopped.
Ruan Mian turned around again, but the figure was gone; he had already left.
Although it was scary, who was she to Mr. Zhao? Why was she living alone in such a remote courtyard? She didn't look like a maid.
Evening banquet.
Lanterns were hung high on the eaves, delicacies and fine wines were placed in front of the house, sheng and xiao music played, and dancers danced gracefully.
Yu'er crawled beside Mr. Zhao's legs, serving him gently, but her eyes were on Song Wenjing.
She asked in a delicate voice, "Master, is this strength appropriate?"
The man sat upright on the right side of Master Zhao, his back straight, neither humble nor arrogant, his personality as gentle as white jade. He raised his glass and took a sip of wine, as if he didn't hear the concubine's gentle voice.
Song Wenjing's black hair was as black as ink, and it shone slightly silvery-white under the light of the glass lantern, which complemented the white robe he was wearing.
Halfway through the banquet, Mr. Zhao's son, the eldest son, Zhao Ao.
He arrived late, wearing a gorgeous brocade robe. Due to his poor health, he looked pale and thin, and the clothes seemed a little loose.
"Dad, why did you have to call me back? Just for these swindling bastards?"
Such blunt and insulting words frightened Mr. Zhao so much that he quickly smiled and apologized to everyone.
When facing his own son, he pursed his lips and scolded him with a stern face.
"Rebellious son! Watch your words! These are all immortals I specially invited here. Don't dare offend them!"
Zhao Ao snorted softly from his nose and suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiyue.
The woman was dressed in ethereal clothes and had a beautiful but not vulgar appearance, which was incomparable to any woman in this world.
The corners of his mouth twisted into a lewd smile, he licked his lips, and staggered towards Xiyue.
"If you had told me earlier that there was a beauty, I wouldn't have been delayed in Chunxiao Pavilion until now. I would have rushed back without stopping."
His behavior was frivolous and devoid of grace.
Xiyue was frightened by Zhao Ao's behavior and words. She took a step back and felt a strong sense of disgust in her heart.
He didn't care about the woman's reaction and continued to look at her with obscene eyes, muttering to himself: "A beauty like this is even more beautiful than that courtesan. I'm afraid the taste will be unforgettable..."
Zhao Ao stretched out his hand, and the next moment.
"ah!"
Xiyue left some room and did not cut off his entire palm, but the blood was dripping and looked creepy.
Mr. Zhao blocked the woman's sword and bowed to apologize.
"Fairy, please don't bother with my son. I just spoiled him and he doesn't know the rules of etiquette. I apologize to you on his behalf."
The wound looked serious, but it was actually not deep, so it was simply bandaged and covered with medicine powder.
Zhao Ao was much more disciplined now, and he couldn't afford to offend him, so he obediently returned to his seat.
I accidentally saw Ruan Mian sitting in the most inconspicuous position below.
The girl had a delicate figure, picturesque features, and her exposed skin was dazzlingly white. She was truly an immortal in appearance, even more so than the woman just now.
Mu Feng slightly turned sideways to block the girl, his eyes half closed. He clenched his fingers around the white jade wine glass, and when he released them, they turned into powder.
He raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Ao indifferently, but the invisible oppression made him dare not look again.
Can’t afford to offend anyone!
As the banquet was drawing to a close, a sudden gust of cold wind blew over the plates on the table. The worst thing was that it picked up the ceramic fragments in front of Mr. Zhao and scratched Yu'er's face. Blood flowed along her neck and dyed her clothes red.
"Oh! Master, what's going on? Help!"
The woman was so frightened that she wanted to throw herself into Mr. Zhao's arms, but he dodged her and she didn't want to be implicated.
She screamed in fear and lost her balance, falling to the ground involuntarily, her legs trembling weakly.
"That thing is coming! She's coming..."
Although the scene was chaotic, Yu'er was the only one injured.
Mu Feng followed the scent that had not yet dissipated, and the banquet ended in a bad mood. Many people were frightened.
Ruan Mian returned to her room and couldn't sleep.
He took off his outer robe and sat on the sandalwood bed wearing only a white cotton inner garment, gently stroking the sleeping Xiaoyuan.
There are too many things I can't figure out, like a mess of glutinous rice balls with no clues to sort out.
The wind blew through the gap in the window, causing her hair to move slightly, bringing a hint of coolness that made her shiver.
Suddenly, a hole was poked in the paper on the window frame.
The girl held her breath and looked over, only to see a blood-red eye peeping at her.
The candlelight flickered and it was hard to see clearly.
The eye was eerie and strange, revealing a terrifying aura.
The girl tightly grasped the sword in her hand. Is this the evil spirit they were talking about? She couldn't defeat it at all.
Ruan Mian's eyelashes trembled with fear, and her cheeks were pale to the point of losing all color.
It stared at the girl on the bed, even to the point that the hole widened, gradually revealing the entire eye.
It wants to get in!
He decisively crushed the bead necklace given by Song Wenjing. The man came quickly, and in a moment, a silver sword cut through the air and attacked.
Hearing the shrill cry, it ran away.
Only a pool of black blood was left, which smelled fishy and unpleasant.
The girl's heart was still pounding, and her fingertips were tightly clutching her clothes.
There was mist in her eyes. She didn't have time to put on her boots, so her fair feet stepped on the cold wooden floor and curled up because of the chill.
The first time I was so close to death.
Song Wenjing checked carefully and was relieved to find that the girl was not injured.
In the glow of candlelight, Ruan Mian's long black hair was scattered on her shoulders, falling like the inky night, highlighting her pale face.
"This house is temporarily uninhabitable. It's not safe."
The girl listened to his words obediently without any objection, but there was no guarantee that the evil ghost would not come again in the middle of the night.
Came to Song Wenjing's room.
As soon as she was placed on the edge of the bed, the man half-knelt, his bony hands loosely grasping her light pink ankles, took out a piece of delicate silk cloth, dipped it in warm water, and gently wiped the dirt off the girl's feet.
Ruan Mian forgot that cultivators could directly use the Dust Removal Spell, and Song Wenjing didn't seem to intend to remind her.
His eyelids were slightly lowered, hiding an unspeakable darkness in his eyes. From the girl's perspective, she could only see his silver-white hair crown.
"Senior Brother Song, I can do it myself..."
The girl felt a little embarrassed, and the temperature from her feet gave her a slightly strange feeling that made her feel uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to retract it, the other party had already stood up and taken two steps back, just keeping a distant and polite distance.
It seems that I was overthinking it. Senior Brother Song has always been gentle and elegant, not that kind of person.
"Little Junior Sister, just rest here. I'll be right beside you. Don't worry."
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