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Ningning covered Pei Ji's eyes with her hands before, but later she lost her energy and put her right hand on his shoulders. Now, seeing Niang Luan get up, she subconsciously shook her whole body and poked his fingers on his thin side face. .

"There is a problem with the incense."

Pei Ji actually used the divine sense sound transmission, the cold voice in the night is like winter snow, inexplicably a little lazy: "Luo Yuanming should have fallen asleep at this time, don't need to care about him."

The fragrance should be mixed with sleeping ingredients, so she and Pei Ji felt a sudden sense of sleepiness.

Ningning slowly condensed consciousness from the body, trying to make herself more awake, and at the same time quietly transmitted a voice to him and asked him: "Mrs. Luan is out - let's go out and have a look."

Pei Ji replied in a low voice, "Yes."

She has never been ambiguous in her work and planned to leave immediately after agreement. However, when Ning Ning pushed the door slightly open and was about to leave the wooden cabinet, she found that she was firmly bound by something and could not move forward. .

correct.

Her heart jumped suddenly, and when she lowered her head and looked at it, she felt that Pei Ji behind her was also taken aback.

When she was moving around in the cabinet to touch his cheeks and eyes, Pei Ji suddenly lowered her head somehow and said "Don't move" in her ear.

And as if to restrict Ningning's movements, he put down the palm that was covering her lips when he made a sound, and quickly moved down calmly, and hugged the girl's soft waist with his arms.

Later, the incense became stronger and the lights went out again. The two of them had their own thoughts and tiredness, and they forgot this for a while.

Now that the door of the cabinet opened, the moonlight fell between the young man's eyebrows, cold as a transparent blade, which made Pei Jisha wake up.

He couldn't see Ningning's expression, he just felt that the body close at hand was so warm. Arms leaned very closely on her waist and abdomen, with a thin layer of clothing between them, as if they could touch the slender waistline and the soft, boneless flesh.

The heat that annoyed him surged again.

"Jie Ji?"

The place he was hugged was warm and hot, and Ningning was dizzy by the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose. Seeing that Pei Ji did not move, he was panicked and ashamed, and subconsciously blurted out: "You let go first, we can later— —"

——What will you do later?

Ningning:...

Pei Ji:...

The sleepworm in his head disappeared because of this sentence. Ning Ning had no face to see people. He couldn't wait to grab the ground with his head, buried his head in the soil, was silent for a while, and covered the whole face with a trembling right hand. .

Pei Ji didn't speak either, and let go of her hand on her waist without saying a word;

Uncommonly, Chengying didn't speak, and shrank the whole spirit body into a ball like a soft bug. While twisting and twisting, she made a weird "Gurulu" laughter from her throat.

Luanniang put the medicine in the incense, and got up in the middle of the night to go out while Luo Yuanming was asleep. Ning Ning knew that he couldn't delay, and he couldn't take care of the shame and regret. He forced the extra emotions back to the bottom of his heart, and said dullly: "Let's go."

Luo Yuanming really slept very deeply. Through the shining moonlight, he could see the handsome face of the man when he was asleep. He went to sleep with a faint smile, facing the inner side where Luan Niang was before, and reached out in a hug gesture.

It's a pity that the person next to the pillow brushed that hand away mercilessly, and it was long gone.

Ningning sighed in her heart, and cast a simple blindfold on herself and Pei Ji.

From the point of view of people of the same cultivation level and above, this technique is like a chicken rib, and it won't work at all, but for ordinary people like Luan Niang who have no cultivation level, it is difficult to find them even if they look at each other.

The woman seemed to be a little afraid of Luo Yuanming. After leaving the bedroom, she turned her head to confirm that there was no difference in the room. Ningning slowed down and followed her behind her breathing, and when she saw Luan Niang walking not far, she stopped and stood in the shadow of the corner of the courtyard wall.

The bright moonlight illuminates the contours of her side, which is truly icy and skinny.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Compared with the previous few times, Luanniang at this moment seems to be more beautiful and white. Her eyes are dazzling and she looks forward to her appearance, and her silky skin is wet by moonlight, as if The flowers and trees pile up snow, like a banshee born from the bottom of the moon.

Luan Niang did not hesitate, and between her lower eyebrows and her sleeves, she actually took out something familiar to Ning Ning from her cuffs.

The founder is thin, and the talisman is outlined with cinnabar. It is the talisman used by the monks to communicate in real time.

"strange."

Ningning immediately noticed something was wrong: "The girl in Nuanyu Pavilion said that Niang Luan had entered the flower house since she was a child and had never practiced celestial arts... How would she know how to use the talisman?"

Is it really like what those girls said, although Lady Luan is still in her body, she has been replaced with a core inside, and she has become a completely different person?

But if this assumption is true, why did she deliberately buy the painting? Only the real Luanniang herself cares so much about her teenage past, right?

Seeing her confusion, Pei Ji said quietly: "Niang Luan has spiritual power in her body. Maybe someone has taught her some magic techniques."

Although she was blindfolded, Ning Ning couldn't get too close to her, let alone know the content of Luan Niang Ye Ban's letter.

She wrote in a hurry, silently reciting the mantra to send out the spell, and quickly got a reply. The reply was very short, and there should be only a few sentences. Niang Luan curled her lips when she saw it, and raised a satisfied smile.

This smile is somewhat creepy.

Ningning watched the woman under the moon after reading the letter, and finally leaned thoughtfully on the corner of the wall, and there was a flash of fire on her fingertips.

——The faint blue flame is not very abrupt in the night, it gnaws at the bottom of the letter paper like a ghost fire, and then burns more and more fiercely, until it swallows the entire page, leaving only the ashes raised by the wind. .

Ningning was startled again: "Is this a spiritual fire?"

Unlike the messenger talisman, the spiritual fire requires a more advanced level of cultivation, and to the extent that Luanniang uses it, it should already have the initial level of foundation construction.

Although Zhuji is the first level of Immortal Dao entry level, for a layman like her who has never been in contact with immortal door, it is already an incredible state.

Mrs. Jidao, the people of Luancheng, is just an ordinary person. No one has ever said that Luo Yuanming is teaching her to practice immortality. The most important point is...

Ningning frowned.

Even if Luan Niang is a talented person who is a rare cultivator of immortality, and Luo Yuanming also teaches what she has learned, but the two of them have known each other for less than a year, and it seems impossible to master the spiritual fire in such a short period of time.

After Luanniang burned the letter paper, she hurriedly glanced at both sides, then wrapped her clothes tightly and left in the direction of the bedroom.

The city lord and his wife are in the room, so Ningning naturally cannot go back to that bedroom. Pei Ji's voice was still a little muffled. He glanced at her quickly when speaking, and then quickly moved his eyes away: "Go?"

"There is one more place, I am a little concerned."

Ningning shook her head, her eyes flashed, and raised her eyelashes to smile mysteriously at him: "Do you remember? The last lady of the city lord left nothing...except for a bedroom that was sealed off by Niang Luan."

*

Luo Yuanming's ex-wife was named Song Xianning, and she heard that she had always been estranged from him. Later, there were frequent disputes, and she moved into a secluded courtyard in anger.

The relationship between the couple went back and forth, with good and bad times, but Ms. Song's illness became more and more serious day by day. Later, she regretted it at a young age. Now, she can't hear her name in the people of Luan City.

Soon after Song Xianning's death, Luanniang moved into the city lord's mansion. Luo Yuanming was a modest gentleman anyway, thinking of the relationship between husband and wife in the past, he left the house in the corner of the mansion.

Luanniang should be jealous and ordered the small courtyard to be sealed off, including Luo Yuanming, to prevent anyone from entering or leaving.

Pei Ji didn't quite understand why he wanted to search that room.

"I think so."

Ning Ning said: "Luan Niang first tried to prove her innocence, and she asked people to search the bedroom and study to no avail, so there should be no tricks in those two places-don't you think it's strange that she ordered the lockdown here? "

"Song Xianning died unexpectedly. It is normal for Luo Yuanming to leave her former residence in the so-called one hundred days of grace for husband and wife, not to mention that the two relationship discrepancies are well-known throughout the city. Where did Luan Niang come from? "Jealous and jealous" at all?"

Where did Pei Ji understand the woman's mind, quietly holding the sword and listening to her continue to say: "What's more, from the description of the Nuan Yuge girls, Luan Niang is a smart woman who knows how to be likable. Now she has finally become the wife of the city lord. She made such a freak right after she got married. Isn't it that she put a careful hat on herself, whether it is in the eyes of Luo Yuanming or the people, the impression will be greatly reduced."

Pei Ji followed her train of thought, and her eyebrows narrowed a little after she heard: "So you think she has another plan to block the courtyard."

Ningning chuckled and raised his head: "The rest of the house may be exposed to everyone's eyes. Only there will not be disturbed. Maybe we can find something useful in Song Xianning's room."

This is her initial guess.

As far as Ning Ning is concerned, Luan Niang's act of blocking the small courtyard is really illogical. Judging from the information currently available, the only workable explanation is that the other party has a different plan and regards this as an unknown secret base.

As for what Luanniang did there, she won't know until she enters the room.

Whether it is character, temperament or life track, Song Xianning, who was spoiled and raised, is introverted and gentle, is completely different from Luan Niang.

I heard that this eldest lady has been reading poetry and books since she was a child, living in the high pavilion all the year round, and seldom leaves the Song Mansion. Ningning didn't know much about her, let alone her appearance, so she could only barely outline a thin, thin, and indifferent, sick beauty in her mind.

She and Pei Ji easily jumped over the wall and entered the small courtyard. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were left unattended for a long time, but they grew more and more luxuriant, with lush branches and leaves, shaken by the breeze and moonlight, and the shadows falling on the ground were also moving leisurely. It seems that the stagnant water is empty, and the clouds are shining.

The door was locked, but the windows were not closed. The moment Ning Ning opened the window and entered the room, Ning Ning first smelled a strong scent of old book pages.

Song Xianning's bedroom is more like a study room, full of books, piled up. The air was filled with the smell of dust, and what she did not expect was that there were no signs of others coming in or out.

A thick layer of gray gravel was piled up on the ground, and when Ningning walked cautiously, it left very obvious footprints.

It is also the only footprint, and no one has been here.

That long period of painstaking reasoning...no, all, overturned, right.

Ningning only felt suffocated for a while, looking around blankly, the doubts deepened in her heart.

Did Luan Niang really never enter this room again? She is so smart, for a very narrow reason, would she not hesitate to make herself bear the reputation of "wicked woman" in the eyes of the people?

This wife is in love too!

She was puzzled. She checked the drawers, wooden cabinets and beds in the bedroom one by one, and found nothing unusual. When she was a little frustrated, she suddenly heard Pei Ji whispered: "Senior Sister."

"Ok?"

Ning Ning turned back in response, and saw him standing in front of the bookshelf, handing a copy of "Lagerstroemia Spells": "You open it and have a look."

His tone was very calm, Ningning did not hesitate, and obediently followed the other party's words.

The rest of the books are all dusty, and Pei Ji wiped them carefully before handing them to her, so they won't look messy and inaccessible.

While reading it carefully, she listened to the young boy next to her: "Although there are many books on the shelf, there are traces of being read many times. Only this one is still brand new. Perhaps it was bought shortly before Mrs. Song's death. Open it—"

When he said that, he stopped.

Ningning's expression was also startled.

I opened the "Lagerstroemia Spells" little by little, and when I passed through one of the pages, my fingertips changed.

As Pei Ji said, this book has no traces of being flipped through, it looks very flat, and between the pure white pages, there is a thin yellowed paper.

She raised her eyes to look at Pei Ji, took the note in her hand without saying a word, and with the help of the bright moonlight, she could see the writing on the paper very clearly.

Those few words are small and beautiful, as clear as bamboo, and they read: [Hundred flowers deep, Lingluo Lane, turn left ten steps, behind the curtain. ]

*

"Lingluo Lane, turn the corner and go ten steps to the left-where would it be?"

In the middle of the night, the Baihuashen was full of excitement, and there was no light in the lanes inside, and thousands of families were silent, except for a few occasional dog barks.

Ning Ning followed the path on the note and inhaled the quiet and cold night breeze: "Pei Ji, do you think Luan Niang fascinated Luo Yuanming late at night, who did she write to?"

She walked on a tree trunk that was felled to the ground, opened her arms to keep her balance, and Pei Ji calmly looked at her side, lest the little girl next to her fell unsteadily.

"Niang Luan returned to Jiuzhou Spring. If the purpose is to find a female nun who can sacrifice--"

He answered without hesitation: "Then she must be discussing with her accomplices when to deal with Senior Sister Zheng."

Ningning glanced at him with a panic face, slipped under her feet, and fell straight down.

Pei Ji was unwilling to let her fall, but what she didn't think of herself became a cause. Seeing Ningning fell in the opposite direction of where he was, Pei Ji stretched out her hand without thinking, and grasped her wrist.

The girl's wrist was much weaker than he thought. He didn't dare to exert any force. When Ningning stopped the tendency of falling, he pulled it up gently.

When Pei Ji held the Thousand-Year Treasure Jade in the past experience, he was not so serious and careful.

"thank you."

Ning Ning was shocked by his words, until then, the heart was lifted in his throat and his eyes thumped. After thanking him, Pei Ji continued to say, "Don't worry too much. Most of the magic arts." All sacrifices were made with a stranger. Since Luan Niang is still discussing with that person, it shows that Senior Sister Zheng is safe and sound."

It is worthy of Pei Ji, even to comfort people so well-founded, not convinced.

After listening, she nodded, and just about to speak again, she realized that something was wrong.

Ningning had already dropped the stake at this moment, and the right hand that Pei Ji had previously held on her wrist...but still did not let go.

His hands were not as well-maintained and flawless as the younger brothers of the aristocratic family. Instead, they had calluses and scars everywhere, and when they landed on Ningning's wrists, they brought a slightly rough rubbing feeling.

Pei Ji's body has always been cold, but now there is a faint heat in the palm of his hand. Unexpectedly, she didn't feel any resistance, she only felt inexplicably flustered, her eyes turned around pretending to be calm, and finally gathered the courage to turn her head to look at him.

Perceiving Ningning's straightforward sight, Pei Ji's right hand was obviously lighter.

He has never held hands with anyone.

Pei Ji once felt that this action was cumbersome and troublesome, and he didn't like all physical contact with others. However, when I met Ningning, I couldn't help but want to get closer and move forward a little bit.

Not letting go of her wrist is a bet that exhausts all courage for him.

Ningning might be disgusted with the hideous scars and calluses on his hand, and she broke free with disgust, and perhaps was unwilling to accept his touch, and then retracted her left hand after an awkward smile, but perhaps, she would gradually accept it after a short astonishment—

In that case, it would make Pei Ji feel that perhaps the relationship between them is not so far.

He hasn't felt at ease for a long time. Even though he has always been cold, arrogant and gloomy, he still has inferiority and self-loathing that have spread since birth.

Pei Ji didn't know what she would do.

Ten fingers seemed to be hot, he had never been so nervous.

"That... Pei Ji."

Ningning's dry voice came from his ears, and he suppressed the throbbing in his heart. When he lifted his eyelids, his long eyelashes cast a thick cloud of darkness under his eyes.

She wanted to speak and then stopped, as if she had made a certain decision, and then slowly stopped.

Then stretched out his other hand, lowered his head to cover it on Pei Ji's right hand, and gently moved away the pale and slender hand of the young man.

Pei Ji said nothing.

Lost and helpless, it smashed down overwhelmingly, the heart seemed to be beating desperately, but it seemed to hang motionless in the chest. The hot heat swept all over his body in an instant, causing him to drop his eyelashes embarrassedly.

"hold--"

He had never thought that his voice would become so dumb, like a stone across the ground, rough and unpleasant.

However, Pei Ji only said this word.

When the word "apology" surged on the tip of his tongue, he saw Ning Ning cautiously grasping his right hand and moving it down awkwardly.

And her left hand slowly approached. First, her fingertips fell on Pei Ji’s bulging joints, and then her fingers were pressed down. The fingertips, fingertips, and even the entire palm of her hand were pressed against his skin, wrapping his scarred right hand. Mostly.

Like a bunch of warm cotton, it was caged in his hand very tenderly.

The heart throbbed.

Full of joy, panic, and unbelievable emotions, it swept up like a tide.

Pei Ji's heart trembled and couldn't breathe.

Along with the heartbeat, the girl's soft voice echoed through her ears.

Ningning held his hand and continued to walk deep into the lane as before, and said to him seriously: "This is called holding hands."

Pei Ji:...

Pei Ji lowered her head and covered her red ears with her hair: "Yeah."

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