He successfully moved into Shangguan Zhixing's room and monitored him nearby.
Although Fang Yiren was drowsy, she didn't sleep all night and was always vigilant.
Sure enough, at around five o'clock in the morning, she caught Sikong Lingge who was secretly looking for Shangguan Zhixing!
Sikong Lingge is so brave!
The child is still in their hands and they have been warned sternly, but they still dare to take risks![
Fang Yiren gritted her teeth in hatred, forgetting to hide her emotions for a moment, and her eyes burst out with a sinister light.
Shangguan Zhixing saw her expression in his eyes and calmly picked up a piece of handmade soap to look at it.
Sikong Lingge watched her movements with fear, and cold sweat broke out down his spine.
Sikong Lingge didn’t understand what Shangguan Zhixing was thinking!
To be so blatant in front of Fang Yiren!
Isn't she afraid...of being spotted by Fang Yiren?
Sikong Lingge held the cup, looking calm on the surface, but already panicking inside.
My mind went blank and I couldn't think at all.
"Zi Le is right, there are indeed words engraved inside." Shangguan Zhixing smiled lightly and read out the sentence in front of Fang Yiren, "Jianjia is green and white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water...
People looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, there was that person, in the dim light... A very good sentence."
Are these poems engraved in the handmade soap?
How is that possible?!
Would Sikong Lingge waste such a good opportunity to report to Shangguan Zhixing?
Fang Yiren came back to her senses and didn't believe it at all.
Shangguan Zhixing must be lying!
It was definitely not these two lines of poetry that Sikong Lingge carved.
Shangguan Zhixing thinks that he is so easy to trick, that he can just find a few poems and get over it?
Fang Yiren sneered coldly in her heart, but on the surface, she still looked innocent, "Sister Zhixing, what is 'Jianjia Cangcang, white dew is frost, the so-called beauty, on the side of the water... I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly looked back, that
But people are there, in dimly lit places'?"
"They are poems. One line comes from the Book of Songs, and the other line comes from Xin Qiji's The Sapphire Case. They are both very beautiful lines." Shangguan Zhixing explained.
"Very beautiful? Does it mean very beautiful? Then I want to see it too!" Fang Yiren shouted excitedly.[
Shangguan Zhixing glanced at Fang Yiren lightly and handed over the handmade soap. His black eyes were so clear that it was hard to see what he was thinking.
Fang Yiren eagerly took it and looked at it carefully.
The handmade soap that was finally separated was returned to Fang Yiren's hands, and it was given by Shangguan Zhixing himself...
Sikong Lingge's face turned pale instantly, his limbs were cold and without any warmth, it felt like he had been thrown into an ice cellar.
"……Know……"
Sikong Lingge opened his lips, wanting to say something.
Shangguan Zhixing slowly shook his head and signaled her to calm down with his eyes.
Sikong Tingge listened to Shangguan Zhixing's words, closed his mouth and waited patiently.
In her heart, it felt as if tens of thousands of hands were scratching her, making all the nerves in her body tense and unable to relax for a moment.
The cup was slippery, soaked with sweat, and would slide down if you weren't careful.
Sikong Lingge held it tightly and did not dare to put it on the table, lest Fang Yiren would see the sweat on the cup and become suspicious.
There was silence.
The weird atmosphere quickly began to spread...
Fang Yiren was still studying the carvings in the handmade soap carefully, and did not notice at all that Shangguan Zhixing had already understood all her every move.