Hearing this analysis, Chen Pipi was shocked at first, and then became angry. He felt hurt and stared at Ning Que with a gloomy face. He did not admit anything, but lowered his voice and scolded coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, or don't blame me for killing you. You are just a small potato, don't show off your little cleverness!"
The fat genius boy looked serious, and he really looked like he was looking down on the world. However, Ning Que was not afraid at all. He leaned against the wall and looked at him with a smile. He suddenly asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Chen Pipi opened his mouth slightly and wanted to answer arrogantly, but he could not say anything. He could only lower his head and look at his toes.
Ning Que looked at him with interest and continued to ask, "Have you always killed people?"
Chen Pipi lowered his head and put his hands behind his back. His fingertips touched them with difficulty. He tightly pursed his lips and refused to answer the question. He twisted his fat body from left to right, like a dead child who had been wronged and hurt his self-esteem.
Ning Que laughed and looked at him. He sighed and said, "You must have accidentally stepped on a few ants on the road. Your white and tender hands haven't even touched a drop of blood … Then don't learn from others and use things like life and death to threaten others. It's not powerful and will only make people laugh. I have to remind you, don't tell others about me."
After hearing this lesson, Chen Pipi covered his face with his sleeves and walked away in shame.
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It was still early in the morning and he could still go to the study room to listen to the class. However, he had just struggled back from the underworld of death and was extremely tired and weak physically and mentally. Ning Que would not pretend to be an obedient good student. Moreover, in his vague memory yesterday, he vaguely remembered that the female professor promised to ask for leave for him, so he decided to go back to his home at Lin 47th Street to rest.
Using the big black umbrella as a walking stick, the seriously injured lad slowly walked out of the old library. He slightly bent his body like an old man doing morning exercises and strolled along the edge of the wetland against the morning light. He passed through the quiet side alley and walked to the front gate of the Academy.
Outside the simple stone gate of the Academy was a large piece of beautiful green meadow like a carpet. Hidden in the middle of the meadow were more than a dozen stone-paved lanes. Many flowering trees were planted at the edge of the lanes and in the depths of the meadow. As it was midsummer, the flowers on the trees had long been replaced by lush and tender branches and young fruits.
There was a carriage at the end of the green meadow path. The carriage had been waiting there for a long time and the horses were tired and lowered their heads. Squatting beside the carriage was a little girl in a maid's uniform. She had not slept for a day and a night, and her tanned face was slightly pale due to exhaustion, worry, and fear, as if she had been smeared with Chenjinji Cosmetics Store's powder.
Yesterday morning, Ning Que didn't come back from killing people, and the government runners were inquiring everywhere with serious expressions. Listening to the hurried hooves of the Yulin Royal Guards on the long street, Sangsang knew that something was wrong. She forcibly suppressed her uneasiness and waited silently in the Old Brush Pen Shop. But when the carriage came back, Ning Que still didn't come back, and she finally couldn't wait anymore.
After asking the coachman and confirming that Ning Que had gone to the Academy in the morning, Sangsang thought for a while and directly took out ten taels of silver to ask the coachman to take her to the Academy. Then she squatted beside the green tree on the meadow beside the carriage and waited silently.
She took out ten taels of silver and asked the driver to take her to the Academy. She did not know if Ning Que was hurt. She did not dare to ask the instructors and students in the Academy. She could only wait.
She squatted beside the green meadow and watched the stone gate of the Academy being shrouded in darkness and awakened by the morning sun. She watched the lights in the study room being lit and extinguished. She listened to the students reading aloud. She watched the ants in front of the old shoes come and go. She watched people walking into and out of the Academy, but she did not see that guy.
The students of the Academy came in carriages. They were curious when they saw Ning Que's little handmaiden squatting beside the road. Some of them asked her, but she ignored them. She stubbornly kept her mouth shut and looked at the gate of the Academy.
After a whole night, which seemed like a lifetime, Sangsang finally saw that figure.
She rubbed her sore eyes, and her pale face gradually relaxed. She closed her eyes, cupped her hands in front of her chest, and muttered a few words. She quickly stood up with her hands on her knees. Because she had been squatting for too long, the blood and qi in her thin legs were a little blocked. Her thin body swayed, and she almost fell.
Holding the big black umbrella, Ning Que slowly walked to her. Looking at the familiar little black face and the tiredness and worry on it, he felt a surge of pity in his heart. Although they had gone through many life and death situations together in this life, it was still the happiest thing to see each other again.
He naturally opened his arms and wanted to hold Sangsang in his arms. But he suddenly found that the little handmaiden was a little taller than when she was in the City of Wei. She was already up to his chest. He was startled subconsciously and did not continue to hold her in his arms. Instead, he reached out his hand and rubbed her head with a smile.
Sangsang raised her little face and giggled.
The two turned around and supported each other to walk to the carriage. They had a tacit understanding and did not say a word at the gate of the Academy.
The coachman yawned. Last night, he had to make do with sleeping in the carriage, and his body was extremely tired. However, with ten taels of silver in his hands, his exhaustion was not an issue. His right hand lightly waved the horsewhip in the air, making a light cracking sound. His left hand lightly lifted the reins, and with the sound of hooves on the ground, the carriage slowly began to move.
In the carriage, Ning Que said in a hoarse voice, "I'm very tired. Let's talk about it when we get home. The podao is below. Remember to take it with you later."
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The carriage arrived at Lin 47th Street. Ning Que, who was exhausted and seriously injured, seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and did not open his eyes. Sangsang took out the podao and stuffed it into the big black umbrella. Then she tied it to her back and, with the help of the coachman, dragged him into the Old Brush Pen Shop like a sack of grain and stuffed him into a thin quilt.
In the hot summer, no matter how thin the quilt was, it was still a quilt. Ning Que's face was flushed and he was sweating profusely. He did not know how long he had slept, but he finally woke up.
He opened his eyes and confirmed that he was home. He took a deep breath and the lingering fear hidden in the depths of his heart finally spread out, making his hands and feet feel a little cold.
He stared at the transparent glazed tiles on the roof. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Recently, I have mentioned to you about the Academy student named Chen Pipi … Remember that I owe this guy my life. At the right time and the right place … remind me to find a way to return it to him."
At this time, Sangsang was pouring boiling water into a bucket and preparing to wipe his body. She did not expect that he would wake up. She was startled and sat beside him, puzzled. She asked, "Return it to him?"
"Although I don't know how he did it, my life should be saved by him. I have told you many times that there is nothing more important than our lives in this world. In this case, it is reasonable to repay him at any cost in the future. "
Then he looked at Sangsang's thoughtful face and reminded her with a smile, "But you can't use our lives to repay him."
"Young master, what happened?" Sangsang stared at his still pale cheeks and asked softly and seriously.
"The Tea Artisan is a cultivator. I was seriously injured and finally I only remember fainting on a street. As for what happened later, I … am not very clear."
Ning Que thought of the wonderful encounters he had since yesterday morning, especially the vague feelings he had when he was in a coma. A trace of confusion flashed through his eyes. He frowned and repeated, "I really don't know what happened."
"Make something to eat. I am a little hungry." He did not like this kind of situation where there were changes happening to him without him knowing anything. After frowning and thinking, he did not want to discuss this matter anymore.
Suddenly, he thought of a problem. He looked at Sangsang with a pleading look and said, "No fried egg noodles, no fat intestine noodles, and no hot and sour noodle soup left yesterday. It must be rancid in such hot weather … For the sake of my serious injury and almost dying, let's pay for a good meal tonight."
Sangsang's nose turned sour when she heard his words. She thought to herself, "I'm just a little maid. How could I dare to mistreat you every day? I'm just thinking that you're going to marry Young Mistress in the future, so I have to save some money for you.
"I gave the cart driver ten taels of silver …"
She lowered her head and said softly, "Young master, when you were in a coma, I went to the antique shop next door and asked for a bowl of pickled radish. I poured it into the pot and stewed it with the duck. It will be ready soon."
After saying this, Sangsang picked up the hot towel from the bucket and wrung it. Then she put it in a place where Ning Que could reach and walked out of the room. She wiped her slightly red hands on her apron.
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Sangsang gave the cart driver ten taels of silver. She wanted to tell the young master that although she was young and thrifty, she was not a little handmaiden who did not know what was important and what was not. When it was time to spend money, she would not be reluctant.
Ning Que lay on the bed and looked at the busy little body outside the window. He thought of the hidden annoyance in her previous words and could not help laughing. However, he did not expect that when Sangsang saw him supporting himself on the bed, she quickly walked to the window and told him to have a good rest. Then she closed the window tightly.
The light in the room suddenly became very dim. In addition to the glimmer from the glazed tiles above the head, there was only a warm candle on the table which Sangsang had lit in advance, quietly accompanying him on the bed.
Ning Que quietly looked at the candle on the table, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Yan Suqing, the Tea Artist, was a cultivator. This hidden factor seriously destroyed his plan. If he was not lucky enough, he might have died in the small lakeside house. It was impossible for him to escape to that street, and there was no chance for him to hide in the Academy for a night and meet Chen Pipi, the little wizard of West-Hill.
When he was in a coma on the street, he knew that something must have happened. Otherwise, he could not explain why the wounds on his body healed, nor could he explain the pain caused by the invisible spear in his chest. But he really did not know what happened at that time and what Chen Pipi had done to him.
His thoughts were stagnant, his body was injured, and his spirit was damaged. He was sweating all over in the hot summer. He felt that his skin was sticky and a little annoyed. He wanted to wipe it, but his hand froze when it was about to touch the wet towel.
Because he suddenly found that there seemed to be a shallow layer of obstruction between his fingers and the wet towel. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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