Bizhu fetched a basin of water from the well over the bamboo forest, but could not warm it up, so Su Juren took cold water to clean up his appearance.
Wiping off the water droplets on his face with a dry cloth, Su Juren looked at Bizhu: "Ali, are you up?"
"Ah Li left last night," Bi Zhu said.
"She left?" Su Juren was stunned, "What time was it last night?"
"Last night, my husband asked me to take her back to the house to sleep. She came in and stood for a while and then left. I asked her if she was leaving right now. She said she just came to see how I was doing."
Su Juren was a little surprised and said, "Then you didn't ask her where she was going and didn't hold her back?"
Bi Zhu was depressed: "I asked, and she said to go back to the back mountain. I said it was so dark today and the bridge was gone, how could you go back. But she said, go back. And sir, I also wanted to stop him, but he couldn't.
I know why, with the way she looks, I feel like I can’t stop her."
That look of her.
This sentence reminded Su Juren of the appearance of a little girl.
Her facial features are clean, her eyebrows are delicate, and the dark purple and bruises on her face do not affect her brightness at all. Her smile is like a pear blossom sweeping away snow, and she has an endless sense of lightness and ease.
Moreover, Su Juren liked this little girl's eyes very much. They were clear and confident, always smiling, like the light falling from a lake.
"It's strange, it's strange," Su Juren muttered, "It doesn't look like a girl."
"Huh?" Bizhu tilted her head.
"Then she left?" Su Juren looked back at Bizhu.
"Yes, let's go."
Su Juren nodded.
"I'm going to give Bian Yuanfeng a lesson later. Now go to the bridge and ask if she has gone back."
"Um."
Bizhu responded, turned and left.
Su Juren looked at the well water in the basin, thoughtfully.
This is something that should make people worry. Let alone girls, girls of fifteen or sixteen years old would not dare to walk alone through the barren mountains late at night.
Anyway, Bian Yuanxue would never dare to do it. She is brave and brave. If you provoke her, she will go, but she will cry and hide on the roadside halfway through.
But Ah Li, Su Juren frowned slightly, why did he feel that she could do it? For some reason, he felt that he didn't need to worry about her.
"It's strange, it's strange," Su Juren said again, "It's just a girl."
Xia Zhaoyi leaned on a tree trunk and climbed to the top of the mountain.
The shabby little cloth shoes were tied with special grass and trees as soles, and they stepped on the wet flat mud slowly.
Since she was not in a hurry, she was not in a hurry. She meditated to herself and occasionally admired the mountains and rivers, which was considered leisurely.
The early sun is like gold, and the clouds are rolling in.
The top of the mountain is covered with vines, the view is wide, and the breeze blows in waves, bringing with it the fragrance of unknown wild flowers, refreshing your nose and heart.
Xia Zhaoyi stretched out his hand to cover his eyebrows. Standing here and looking out, his sight could reach as far as the distance.
I still like this feeling of being at the top and having a panoramic view of the mountains.
She sighed with relief, and when she looked away, her eyes fell on a stone tablet in the distance.
cemetery?
Xia Zhaoyi looked at it curiously for a few more times, then walked away leaning on the tree trunk.
It is indeed a cemetery, quite large in scale, with more than one tombstone. Judging from the old inscriptions on it, the identities should be those of the past leaders.
In front of the tomb, weeds are swaying and moss is spread all over. The flags and banners that have fallen on the ground are damaged and moldy. They have been worn away by wind and rain so that the patterns cannot be seen clearly.
Xia Zhaoyi picked up the flags from the tree trunk in her hand and looked up at the tombstones, which were taller than her.
This horse thieves gang seemed to be older than she thought, and she had an intuition that there were many stories here, but she had never been a theater person and was unwilling to delve into them.
However, the arrangement of these tombs is quite interesting.
"Chi Qin."
The tree trunk in Xia Zhaoyi's hand hit the ground.
Turning his eyes to look at the tomb on the other side, the tree trunk also moved over and tapped on the ground again.
"Shan Xuan."
"Lone Crane."
"Ziwei."
…
Xia Zhaoyi clicked a few times, and where the tree trunks landed on the ground, they seemed to be invisible and connected into a large nebula.
She looked up at the sky where dark clouds were gradually gathering. There were no stars in sight during the day, so it was a bit difficult to match them. However, this list seemed like one of the miraculous God-Destroying Formations in Master's ancient books.
coincide?
deliberately?
In the past, Xia Zhaoyi didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and she never cared about the nagging talk of these gods and gods. But now that she is standing here alive, it is mysterious enough.
Xia Zhaoyi sat down on the grave bag next to the tree trunk, dangling her little feet in the air, watching the rain clouds gradually drifting in the sky.
If it is a coincidence, then these people are very unlucky.
If it was intentional, I don’t know which master gave the guidance and was playing tricks on them.
Of course, she still didn't bother to delve into it. Now she had to consider how far these feet could travel after leaving here.
It's impossible to ride a horse anyway. With my small arms and legs, being ridden by a horse is just fine.
Su Juren sat in front of the case in the corridor, holding a book and reading it, wiping his beard from time to time.
Bizhu hurried back from outside. Before her breathing could even out, she said, "Sir, there's a fight over there."
Without raising his head, Su Ju said calmly: "Who started the fight?"
"The two servants in the backyard were beaten very fiercely and were finally pulled down. People on the hilltop here were alarmed. Mrs. Bian just sent someone over."
Su Juren paused for a moment, looked at Bizhu and said, "Why are these miserable people making things so difficult for themselves?"
Bizhu shook her head: "I don't know."
"But why are you leaving in such a hurry? I've never seen you so flustered before when someone died in the backyard. By the way, did you see Ah Li?"
Only then did Bizhu remember the business and said hurriedly: "I haven't seen Ah Li yet. The hilltop was surrounded by people. I didn't dare to shout loudly and ask them if Ah Li had gone back. Then I happened to meet Bian Erlang's maid Xiao Shu.
I said, Bian Erlang went up the mountain early in the morning and might not be able to make it in time for his morning class. Let me talk to my husband."
"Go to the mountain? What is he going to the mountain for?"
"I don't know," Bizhu thought for a while, then added, "By the way, there is one more thing. The little book said that Lianping was beaten and her appearance was ruined. The eldest lady said that she would scare Bian.
Erlang, we need to drive Lianping back to the mountains. The little book asked me to ask sir if there is any way to help Lianping."
"Me? How can I help?" Su Juren chuckled, lowered his head and continued reading.
"But it seems really pitiful to rush to the back mountains."
"Is your pity just for you maids?" Su Juren said lightly, "Those people in the back mountain are also very pitiful. Could it be that they can't see it?"
This tone made Bizhu chill, and she lowered her head: "No, sir."
Su Juren looked at the top of her head and thought of Ah Li again.
He just spoke a little louder now, and the maid in front of him was so frightened. But when Ah Li faced those angry maids before, and when she faced the somewhat unhappy him last night, she still acted calm and calm, and even could
Curved lips and smile.
This girl is so unique, why hasn't it been discovered before?
There was also the matter of knocking on the door in the middle of the night. After all, this was Qianshan, and he was Bian Erlang's teacher.
