Cheng Muyan and the other four went to the palace, saw nothing, and followed the steward back the way they came. The steward did not receive instructions and did not know what the attitude of the adults inside was towards the four children, so they had to follow the instructions before.
People who have never entered the palace came to make arrangements.
Out of sympathy, or because he was afraid that these children could not take care of themselves, the manager kindly arranged the three old men and the four children into a courtyard, so that they could survive the storm.
Get together more before you come here. If you want to have such a complete reunion in the future, it depends on your luck.
"Everything in the yard is complete. If there is anything missing, you can just tell the people below." After saying this, the manager sighed, shook his head and walked out of the yard.
Halfway through, he couldn't bear to turn his head and look around. He hesitated to speak, looked at the people in the yard, turned around and walked away in a big stride.
Damn, what a sin!
But this world is like this. He can't save them. He can't even save himself. The only ones who can save them are themselves. It depends on fate!
Cheng Muyan watched the fat steward's bloated figure disappear around the corner, then turned his gaze away, casually looked outside the courtyard for a few times, and slowly closed the courtyard door.
When he turned around, he saw that several people seemed to have their own plans and did not speak immediately. Cheng Muyan gave a "waiting" look and took the lead to walk towards the hall.
Entering the reception hall, seven people were seated at two tables. Cheng Muyan sat at the head of one of the tables. She still didn't speak, but lightly tapped the table with her knuckles. There was nothing visible on her face.
Come on, other people seem to be in the clouds and doubting life.
This kind of sitting and contemplation lasted for the duration of a cup of tea. It was so quiet that it was as if there was no living person in the hall. Even the sound of breathing could not be detected. However, in such a quiet atmosphere, the problems that could be discovered were
more and more.
Even Lan Wenqian, who had the lowest level of cultivation, noticed something different. She breathed slower and longer, listening attentively to the faint sound of wind coming from her ears.
Cheng Muyan raised his eyelids and looked in front of him, sat up straight, and stopped tapping. Everyone looked at Cheng Muyan's posture and was ready to take on the task. They raised their ears and listened carefully——
"Okay, let's stop here today and go back to rest." The girl said in a sweet voice.
Everyone: "???"
I've even taken off my pants and you're telling me this?
However, thinking that this yard was indeed not very safe, and there was probably someone listening through the wall, the few of them had no choice but to nod their heads honestly, and then went to find a room nearby to sleep.
Qingjiu looked at Cheng Muyan with bright eyes, her expression not concealing her excitement, and an expression of "I know you have a little secret". She lay on the table and pulled at the edge of the table and refused to move away, as if she wanted to communicate with Cheng Muyan.
Look.
Cheng Muyan couldn't bear it anymore, she straightened her arms and wanted to hit him, but someone was one step faster than her. A slender hand grabbed Qingjiu's back collar, lifted her up and threw her out. Yes, grabbed,
Lift, throw, these three words describe it quite accurately. Qingjiu was thrown outside the house until she was dizzy. She didn't know what year it was today.
Qingjiu: "..."
Boss, to be honest, I didn't want to sleep with Mr. Cheng. I just wanted to secretly ask Mr. Cheng what he knew.
He was about to get up and was about to talk to his host, when there was a "pop" sound, and the wooden door trembled and was thrown close to the tip of his nose, causing a dull pain in his nose.
Hurriedly holding the blow to her nose, Qingjiu sat up from the ground with tears in her eyes and red eyes. She looked at the door that was closed to him in front of her, feeling cold in her heart.
Damn it, so heartless!
Qingjiu knocked on Lan Wenqian's door. The girl was wiping her half-dried hair. She was a little confused when she saw him coming over: "What are you doing here?"
With that said, she turned around and went back to the house. She was about to dry her hair and go to bed, but she didn't expect Qingjiu to come over and she was only half-dried.
Regardless of Qingjiu's purpose, she used her spiritual power to bake the hair on her hands again.
Qingjiu rubbed her red nose, took a breath and followed the girl into the house.
Because the house was prepared by the steward, the furniture everywhere is similar, and the only difference may be that the people living in it are different.
"Do you know what riddles they are playing?" What Qingjiu said was very connotative, and because she was afraid that someone would be hiding in a corner and eavesdropping, Qingjiu still used her watch to send the chat message to Lan Wenqian.
While playing with the hair on her hands, Lan Wenqian glanced at the screen floating in the air, her mind turned and she asked, "Who are you talking about?"
"No one, I just feel like you all know it, but I am the only one who doesn't know. I also want to know what secret you just learned."
There was a hint of grievance in every word of this sentence, which made Lan Wenqian confused.
[Lan Wenqian]: "...So, what are you talking about? What do I know? What do we know?"
It was like Soul asked three questions in a row, which made Qingjiu stupid, and Wu continued to reply in a daze.
[Qingjiu/998]: "Didn't your eyes look at each other like this when we were in the living room? And it was quiet for several minutes. It seemed like you knew something, but I didn't know, so I wanted to come over.
Let me ask you if you know. Do you know???"
[Lan Wenqian]: "How do I know?"
As soon as this question came out, Qingjiu was about to explode from the anger she was holding in her heart.
Why why, you all know what is going on, why don’t you tell me?!
Qingjiu clenched her fists to cheer up. After thinking about it, she unclenched her fists and replied in a discouraged tone: "Okay (∩_∩), then I'm leaving."
[Lan Wenqian]: "Oh. [Indifference jpg.]"
Then, Qingjiu left.
Lan Wenqian shook her dry hair, closed the door with a cold and unrestrained "snap", turned around, walked a few steps to the bed and fell asleep.
After about half a stick of incense, the faint sound of wind in the hall slowly sounded again. It seemed to be the undetectable sound of someone rubbing the tiles while walking softly on the roof, and
There was a faint whisper.
"What did you say they were doing just now?"
"Just in a daze, sitting motionless while the other one is baking his hair?"