Grudge Breaker

Chapter 24 A Millennium Dream (Part ) -
  Song Weichen was a Qingshui herdsman in the courtyard called the "backyard". He was favored by nobles for his piano skills and singing voice, and he performed in front of the palace many times, so he could always maintain this cool appearance. Even though there are many people with good hands and eyes who come in and out of this house, they don't dare to get involved easily. They just want to meet, have tea and chat.

After a cup of tea, the waiter had already brought the man over. The candlelight was dim, but he could still tell that he was a handsome man. He was wearing a dark green dress embroidered with silver bamboo, and he looked like a handsome young man.

"But if he is really a young man with a clear breeze and bright moon, why do he come to this Fireworks Willow Mansion to pay his respects?" At this thought, Song Weichen felt even more alienated.

"I don't drink. If you want to have a drink, sir, please feel free to do so."

The young man smiled slightly and said, "I don't drink alcohol either. Could you please ask me for a cup of tea?"

There was indeed no smell of alcohol on his body, but it was vaguely like the smell of incense in some temples. Maybe it was a sachet made of special materials, and it smelled really good. With this good impression, Song Weichen poured him tea.

"What do you want to teach me tonight?"

"I don't dare to give you advice, I'm just curious." He glanced around, "I'm curious about what the female assassin under the veil looks like."

Song Weichen was about to pick up the tea cup, but after hearing these words, he put his hand down again, "What do you mean, Master?"

"The girl sings the Guangling Sandan very well, sometimes slowly and sometimes urgently. It makes people feel so dangerous that they dare not break out in sweat. It is like a big drama of Nie Zheng assassinating the King of Han. It is so spicy and cruel that it is not a female assassin but What?"

Song Weichen smiled and said, "Young Master knows how to play music. Over the years, countless people have come to talk to me with clever words and seductive words, but the way Young Master, the female assassin, has nothing new to say."

"There is something more innovative, do you want to hear it?"

Song Weichen raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at him with a half-smile.

"The important person I had an appointment with tonight turned pale after listening to the girl's music. He said he was ill and returned home urgently. The girl ruined an important matter for me and caused me heavy losses. So, I am I came to the girl to claim compensation.”

Song Weichen laughed out loud for the first time, "I wonder what the young master wants me to compensate for?"

After a pause, he said, "...If I need someone else, I can give it to you if I need my life."
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  He picked up the bronze silver-wired three-legged teapot on the stove, poured a cup of tea for Song Weichen, filled it for himself, and drank the tea in one gulp.

"The girl is so proud. I don't know what to ask for at the moment. Let's discuss this issue with the girl next time. You owe me first." He stood up and nodded to Song Weichen, "I still have something to do. I'll take my leave. .”

Just as he turned around, he turned his head slightly as if remembering something, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

"Sir," Song Weichen thought in his mind and called out to the man who was about to leave.

The man turned to look at her.

"I don't know the name of the young master?" She smiled, "I have to know which noble family I am in debt to?"

"It's me."

The man's face suddenly felt familiar to Song Weichen, and she couldn't help but stare at his face carefully.

"Song Weichen, I am Mo Tingfeng."

The man's face actually overlapped with Mo Tingfeng's face.
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  Song Weichen thought it was because she was dazzled, so she closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened her eyes again, the water pavilion in the backyard of the deep house was no longer around her. Mo Tingfeng was looking at her with a concerned look.

He couldn't explain why he was in a hurry to come back from Huangquan Division. He obviously didn't need to care about her so much, but he still hurried back as quickly as possible after finishing the matter. It happened that the attendant came to deliver the boiled medicine, so he brought it himself. , as soon as he entered the door, I heard her keep asking his name like hysteria.

"I'm talking nonsense because of the fever. Come on, drink some water first."

Mo Tingfeng sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to lift Song Weichen up, letting her lean on the head of the bed and feeding her some water.

"I was dreaming about you." Her memory was still immersed in the dream.

"Dream of me?"

He picked up the medicine bowl and stirred it gently with a spoon, trying to make the medicine less hot.

"Well, I often have the same dream. The man in the dream always cannot remember his appearance after waking up, but this time I remember it clearly." Song Weichen looked at Mo Tingfeng, "He actually looks exactly like you. "

"It's not Gu Cangyue?"

He didn't know why he said so bitterly. She didn't want to make her sick because she was sick, so she added, "Am I going to make you take medicine in the dream?"

"You came all the way to hear me play music."

"What kind of music is worth a special trip for me to listen to?" he asked perfunctorily while stirring the medicine. He was filled with disdain, why was he just like that Ruan girl who wanted to listen to music at every turn? From ancient times to the present, there is only one person who can make him make a special trip to listen to music. It is a pity that the woman has art but no character, so let's not mention it.
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  "Guangling San".

In fact, she didn't know what she was playing in her dream at first. She only deliberately looked up and learned the piece after having recurring dreams.

The hand stirring the medicine stopped.

"You mean, I listen to you playing Guangling in my dreams?" He raised his eyes and looked at her blankly.

He remembered the first time he met that woman: Xia Ye Xinghe. Her Guangling Spells were so soul-stirring that she was incompatible with that intoxicating place, just like a female assassin who was looking forward to death.

After looking at her suspiciously for a while, he asked in a strange way, "Let me ask you, who were you in that dream?"

When Song Weichen heard this question, he almost choked on his saliva. He thought to himself, brother, you really know how to ask. You can't say that I am a promiscuous woman in the dream, can you? With his venomous tongue and misogyny, he would be laughed at to death if he knew it.

"He is an expert who has escaped into Buddhism. He is admired by the world for his superb piano skills. Oh, it's just a dream, don't take it seriously!"

She was not good at lying, and she looked guilty and flustered, which made him even more suspicious.

"Song Weichen, take a closer look at this Wuqingju. What do you think?" He deliberately emphasized the word Wuqingju. Should he look forward to it, or should he hate it?

Yiyan looked around the room and found that it was all stuff from her daughter's house. There was an embroidered screen, a bronze mirror dressing table, and there were lacquered dowry boxes, combs, grates, rouge, and ink cream and other items on them. There were also other items by the window. Beauty lies.

Why is there a woman's room in Tingfeng Mansion? Judging from the scenery outside, it should be right next door to his bedroom. Could it be that he prepared it for his female family members? I feel nothing... She thought, how should I feel?
  "Boss, why don't you give me a hint as to what direction I should have? Just give me a keyword. The scene of the murder? The place where my wife died? The place where we had a tryst?"

Mo Tingfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, and it turned out that he was overthinking.

There was no way she could be her.
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  Just as Song Weichen was about to ask further, a spoonful of medicine was fed into his mouth without any explanation, and he frowned in pain. She had been sick since she was a child, so she hated the smell of medicine. If she drank a full bowl of this bitter medicine, she would really die.

"Is this made from fish gall that has been dead for three days? If I am guilty, please let the law punish me. Don't torture me with this thing..."

Before she finished speaking, she was stuffed with another mouthful. Instantly, her stomach juices surged and she felt nauseated. She covered her mouth and tried her best to endure it, and a layer of mist formed in her eyes.

“It is natural to take medicine when you are sick.”

He had given medicine to people many times, and even he felt that his concern for her was beyond the limit, but he still acted so ignorant and unappreciative, which made people unhappy.

Seeing that she was determined not to open her mouth, she could only compromise and bring her the pear soup prepared in advance on the table. Although her expression was cold, her movements were careful and gentle. If outsiders saw this scene, they might misunderstand that they were a couple.

"Why can I dream, but still can't go back to reality?" He finally asked unwillingly.

"The passage between your dream and sleep is not broken. The point of break is the other side back to the human world. What, you want to escape?"

He stared at her face closely, "With your current status as a suspect, I will catch you even to the end of the world. Before the White Robe case is solved, I advise you to give up this idea completely."

She didn't understand why he always had such a bad image of her in his mind, either full of lies or afraid of crime and wanting to run away. Why was he so prejudiced?

He was fed a mouthful of pear soup, but she avoided it out of anger.

"Did I offend you in my previous life? Do you know that your prejudice against me is a kind of workplace bullying?"
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  Last life?
  He does not mean that. We should indeed investigate the past life of this little girl. Maybe the relationship between her and Gu Cangyue will be revealed. It would be better if we can find clues to the disappearance case. However, it is taboo to find out the past life of a living person in Huangquan Division. For this matter, you can ask Sir Si You for help in private...

Seeing him staring at her in a daze, as if he was planning something, Song Weichen was a little nervous.

"Hey, I am also the legendary Soul Whisperer after all, and I am very valuable to the Sichen Mansion. Don't think about catching me."

She suddenly regretted not leaving with Gu Cangyue. Compared with being in prison and eating soft rice... No, there is no comparison. Those who know the current affairs will eat soft rice!
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  "Open your mouth! Take the medicine and I won't arrest you."

Angrily and patiently, a spoonful of medicine and a spoonful of pear soup were fed to her mouth in turn. Song Weichen resisted in vain and could only act as an emotionless medicine-swallowing machine, and drank most of the bowl of medicine.

Once upon a time, this was how he coaxed that woman to take medicine. Thinking of it, there was a strong vibration, and there was a faint threat of backlash, and the action of feeding the medicine in his hand stopped.

Why did Song Weichen always remind him of her unconsciously? This was very dangerous.

No...he shouldn't keep her!

(End of this chapter)