It still rained.

When Xie Lingjiang quickly walked out of the quiet courtyard.

But she didn't look back to get the umbrella.

Directly into the rain curtain.

I bumped into a man dressed in purple waiting at the intersection not far from the small courtyard.

Red vs purple.

The former is tall and plump, while the latter is petite and exquisite.

The two women were six steps apart.

The thin drizzle fell on their bodies, and the red and purple color became darker, leaning towards a dark black tone.

Xie Lingjiang was the first to speak and said something.

However, it was obscured by the "rumbling" thunder overhead.

Pei Shisanniang on the side did not hear clearly. In addition, when she turned around, she found that Yan Liulang's figure had disappeared again.

Rong Zhen didn't know if he heard those words in the thunder, so he tilted his head and asked:

"I didn't take out both of their heads. Miss Xie is really making people laugh."

Xie Lingjiang said word by word:

"I said, give way, are you deaf?"

The dull look on Rong Zhen's face has disappeared, replaced by boundless indifference, leaving only slightly red eyes. At this moment, she replied lightly:

"Didn't you see that I am here to handle the case and catch the traitorous witch? Are you blind?"

Xie Lingjiang asked coldly:

"How can there be any anti-thief witch here? Don't listen to the wind and it will be wind, and listen to the rain and it will be rain. Also, who told the female historian that there is a witch here?

"However, if I insist on talking about a witch, there is indeed someone here who fits the bill. She is still a charming witch, but this girl is not in the yard, but outside."

"Oh, you should take care of the man you think you are first. I am worried about you. Don't bring a few sisters back next time. Are you angry?"

Xie Lingjiang nodded:

"Oh, you're so angry. He dared to bring his new sister home, but it wasn't you. He's so angry. He's so angry. He came first, he came last, and he's a head short. Hey, where can you explain this?"

Speaking of this, Xie Lingjiang glanced at the girl in purple attire in front of him, as if he was looking at her height, making a pun.

Rong Zhen smiled and said:

"Don't let your sister stand in front of you. Suddenly you become a younger sister. She is taller than others when standing, but shorter when sitting down. It's ridiculous. Miss Xie should learn how to manage a man first. If you can't learn it, you can quit.

Come down, just raise your neck and call me sister."

Xie Lingjiang took three steps closer and looked down at the girl in palace clothes in front of him with some confusion:

"Do you think some people need me to raise my neck? It's tiring to lower my head. Ms. Shi, do you think so?"

Rong Zhen did not raise his head, but looked at her with his dark eyes, slightly twitching the corners of his lips:

"I don't have time to listen to your riddles. Miss Xie, are you done? Leave as soon as you're done. Don't delay my next case."

"Working on a case, what case to handle, what case to handle, Ms. Shi is confused in the rain? Go back quickly, it's easy to get struck by lightning if you talk nonsense on a rainy day, haven't you been taught at home?"

Rong Zhen's steps were motionless, as if she was breathing out her true energy, and the fine raindrops around her couldn't get within three steps of her.

And three steps was exactly the straight-line distance between Xie Lingjiang and her.

Rong Zhen's lacquered eyes turned away somewhat calmly:

"Of course I will handle the cases you can't handle and take care of the people you can't handle."

Xie Lingjiang also smiled:

"Then the female historian must be careful, don't let anyone do anything to her. In this regard, the female historian is always worrying."

Rong Zhen's voice became louder: "Just him? I don't even know what Miss Xie is being so weird about. She is totally wrong."

Xie Lingjiang looked her up and down, a little seriously:

"Whether she is in the right position or not, the female historian herself knows. In fact, excluding other conflicts, I hope that the female historian can be more assertive and tough."

Rong Zhen said coldly: "Nonsense."

Xie Lingjiang nodded: "You know why you ask."

Rong Zhen fired back: "Self-righteous."

"It's a sentimental thing."

Xie Lingjiang commented lightly, then nodded and concluded:

"From the first time I met you, I knew that you were a clingy, jealous person who was stingy and controlling. You liked to keep everything for yourself, but you refused to admit it. To put it nicely, you were a face-saving person.

The worst thing to say is that you are arrogant and arrogant, to the extreme."

Rong Zhen squinted:

"It's better than some people who are so prude and generous, who are so anxious that they almost cry when things get tough, but don't have the confidence to give in. If you beat your senior brother, I will look down on you. Now

Well, it can only be said that if there is one, there are two..."

Xie Lingjiang said softly: "Aren't you afraid that you will feel distressed?"

Rong Zhen said expressionlessly: "He deserves it too."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly said:

"Ms. Shi, do you want me to make a fuss, preferably to make a big fuss, to quarrel with Sister Xiu Niang, and to fight to the death, with her and me, with me and without her, and let the elder brother choose? In this way, you can change your attitude and take advantage of the situation.

Enter?

"Oh, it's no wonder that Ms. Shi is a step slower today. No wonder she's standing outside without saying anything. These little calculations are so loud. I can hear them in the yard. It's really noisy."

At this point, like Rong Zhen, the smile on her face gradually disappeared and she waved her fingers:

"But I don't."

Rong Zhen flicked his sleeves and turned his head:

"It's nonsense and far-fetched. I don't want to care about you."

And he immediately added:

"But I can understand you, after all, you have an extra sister."

Xie Lingjiang corrected with a smile: "You have an extra sister. Remember, she is called Sister Xiu Niang."

Rong Zhen slowly turned around, stared at her with squinted eyes, as if looking at something carefully, and asked:

"Did you already know this woman?"

Xie Lingjiang did not answer, but asked:

"How did the female historian know about your embroidered sister? Who told you?"

"I want you to take care of it."

"This is also for you."

At this moment, the door of the quiet courtyard opened, and Ouyang Rong came out with an oil-paper umbrella and a spare umbrella in his hand, and rushed in front of the two women.

"Sorry, I was late after looking for an umbrella... It's raining hard. Why are you still standing here in the rain? Come on, go back."

Ouyang Rong looked apologetic and asked the girls to leave.

Rong Zhen remained motionless.

Xie Lingjiang did not move at all.

Only Pei Shisanniang took a few steps forward. When she looked back, she found that the two daughters and the young master had not left, so she stopped honestly.

The four of them just stood in the rain.

Ouyang Rong's expression changed.

"Thanks."

Xie Lingjiang reached out directly, took away the free umbrella in his hand, and opened it to block the rain.

In fact, she had been doing the same as Rong Zhen just now, using Qi to protect her body and not let the rain get close to her. This was very simple for a mid-level Qi practitioner.

Rong Zhen turned his head and looked at Ouyang Rong, who was holding an umbrella.

I don't know when it started, rain fell on her body again, and her purple clothes gradually became wet.

Rong Zhen looked straight at Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and asked Pei Sanniang first:

"Thirteenth Niang, why don't you need an umbrella? I'm in good health. The doctor said that if you have excessive anger, it'll be fine if you get wet in the rain."

Pei Shisanniang hurriedly waved her hand: "I don't need it, I don't need it, I... I'll go back now, the carriage is right next to me."

"oh."

Under Xie Lingjiang's gaze, Ouyang Rong nodded and calmly put the umbrella into Rong Zhen's hand:

"Where are you, Rong Nushi? Forget it, just fight. You seem to have come alone without a carriage."

So Xie Ling Jiang and Rong Zhen each took an umbrella.

Ouyang Rong stood obediently outside the two umbrellas, with a smile on his face, and seemed to ask casually:

"By the way, what were you talking about just now?"

No one answered.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly walked towards Pei Shisanniang, who was so frightened that he shrank back.

"Don't move."
To be continued...