si-mexico Chapter 413: Blocking people
Chapter 413: Blocking people
Liu Jiqian was almost obsessive about arranging the wedding himself.
From the moment the imperial edict was issued, the princess's mansion was plunged into a bustling bustle.
Liu Jiqian even personally supervised the craftsmen who stacked the Taihu stones in the courtyard into the shape of twin lotus flowers, and ordered that all the water lilies in the lotus pond be replaced with those with gold stamens and red petals. Gilded unicorn fertility candlesticks were placed at the four corners of the bedroom, and the golden osmanthus by the Taiye Lake was transplanted to both sides of the corridor - compared with the pickiness he had shown in the demon clan's territory at that time, it was even more so.
The most shocking thing is the curtains around the wedding bed, which are made of gauze. They are light as a feather but can reflect people's shadows. The stitches are so fine that not even a hair can be inserted through them.
Whenever Liu Jiqian had time, he would stand in front of the curtain for a while, running his fingertips along the embroidery patterns, as if he was depicting the years to come.
Lu Wensheng watched all this with mixed feelings... He was not completely disgusted with this marriage, but he knew that Liu Jiqian in front of him was just a puppet of his inner demons.
The paranoid look and cautious touch seemed like fragments cut from the real Liu Jiqian, pieced together into a look that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Suddenly I remembered the appearance of the real Liu Jiqian outside the formation - at that time he was always as gentle as jade, with a clearness in his eyes like a thousand-year-old snow. How could he have had such an almost insane obsession?
But he didn't object.
Firstly, he didn't want to anger his sensitive inner demon at the moment, and secondly... He looked at the endless stream of guests coming to the princess's mansion, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The evil spirit on Zheng Xiu's body, Xie Qingwu's weirdness, and the so-called great scholar, these clues were entangled in his mind like a tangled mess.
This marriage is like a huge stage, bringing all those hiding in the dark to the front.
Since the marriage was already a done deal, Lu Wensheng finally found a chance to leave the princess's mansion. He was concerned about the eye of the formation. Among these four eyes, the hardest to find was actually the great scholar.
So he met Li Zhe and others at the street corner.
Ye Yingzhou handed over a piece of paper, on which was the whereabouts of the "great scholar" that he had discovered recently - every day at 3:15 pm, he would go to the vegetarian shop in Ci'en Lane in the west of the city to buy mung bean cakes.
He was the chief disciple of Xuanyi Pavilion, but was forced to become a private detective, going from street to street to gather information. Suspicious behaviors such as climbing onto roofs and scaling walls became commonplace.
Li Zheng: "Who knew that the great scholar had this habit?"
“At first I heard that he was listed in the Hanlin Academy, so he stayed there for several days. I didn’t even see him. He ended up hiding in this alley eating sweets.” Yan Zhaoming complained bitterly - he was the young master of Fentian Valley, when had he ever been so embarrassed?
"That great scholar hid when he saw us." Tang He scratched his head, and the jade hairpin on his bun tilted a little more. "It seems that he knew we were looking for him."
Lu Wensheng stroked the note, glanced at Tang He's messy hair, reached out to help him tidy it up, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go and see what he is doing." Is this great scholar going to play a cat-and-mouse game with them? Or is he going to visit him three times?
The bluestone pavement of Ci'en Lane glowed with damp light, with old brick and wood shops on both sides. The sesame aroma from the oil mill mixed with the bitter fragrance from the Chinese medicine shop, weaving an ambiguous mist at the entrance of the lane.
Lu Wensheng saw the thin figure from afar. His moon-white shirt was washed pale, with patches on the cuffs, but they were starched straight, making him look like those self-righteous old scholars in the Hanlin Academy.
The great scholar seemed to be aware of their approach. He suddenly quickened his pace and quickly turned into a narrow alley.
"Segmentally block him!" Lu Wensheng growled, and stepped on the fallen leaves piled on the ground, making a rustling sound.
Without saying a word, Li Zhe picked up a shoulder pole on the side of the road and stood across the alley. His burly figure was like an insurmountable wall. Tang He nimbly jumped onto the top of the wall, and the tiles under his feet made a crisp sound. He met the confused cat's eyes, and the wild cat under the wall was startled and ran into the shadows with its fur standing up...
The crowd surrounded him and chased him into the alley, but the scholar turned into an even narrower alley.
There was a pile of fallen leaves half a person's height at the base of the wall. They rustled when you stepped on them, startling a few gray sparrows, which fluttered off into the sky.
"Sir, stay!"
When he was about to touch the other person's sleeve, a chill suddenly ran up from the back of his neck. Lu Wensheng's muscles tensed up suddenly and he turned around abruptly - it was Zheng Xiu. He stood in the shadow with his hands behind his back, a half-smile on the corners of his mouth. His gloomy look didn't look like that of an ordinary teenager at all.
"Master Lu, why are you so persistent in pursuing us?" The dim light outlined his figure. Zheng Xiu slowly walked out from the shadows, his dark eyes glowing coldly in the twilight. "The center of the formation is not something you should touch. Don't look for them anymore."
Lu Wensheng sneered, and a look of understanding flashed across his eyes: "I was wondering why that great scholar was hiding so well, so you were the one who tipped him off?"
"Min Xiaobu's formation, how can you guys break it?" Zheng Xiu tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of contempt, "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, just be your top scholar, and marry your--"
Before he finished speaking, a muffled roar came from the end of the alley: "Let our fellow Daoist Lu go!" He rushed over with a carrying pole.
Then, Ye Yingzhou turned over and jumped to Lu Wensheng's side, and his soft sword drew a half silver moon in the twilight: "I have always felt that you are suspicious, and today is a good time to question you!"
Yan Zhaoming also climbed down from the wall with gnashing teeth, his face full of anger: "Okay! We worked so hard and failed several times, and it was you who made the trouble, right?!" This damn kid!
Someone finally got a taste of the power of having a naughty child around - it turns out that there are some things that you won't know what it feels like until they happen to you.
Lu Wensheng stared at Zheng Xiu, seeing his calm demeanor, and sneered in his heart. He finally couldn't help but speak up and expose him: "No matter how well you hide, you can't hide the evil spirit on you."
He approached slowly and looked directly at Zheng Xiu: "Are you a phantom demon? Or a demon cultivator? Zheng Xiu, is this really your name?"
The words were as powerful as swords, echoing in the narrow alley, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense.
When Zheng Xiu heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank and a barely perceptible look of shock flashed across his face.
The demonic energy in him was innate and extremely weak, and even people of the same clan found it difficult to detect. How did Lu Wensheng discover it?
He forced himself to remain calm and sneered, "Lu Wensheng, please stop slandering me. You want to label me a demon cultivator based on just a few guesses? That's too much of a joke."
Zheng Xiu glanced at the other three people and said, "Words are not enough. It's useless to deceive me. Do you believe it?"
The three of them nodded: "Yes, I believe it." Otherwise, should I believe you?
Zheng Xiu: "... hopeless!"