frightfiction Chapter 423: Each Goes to the Sky 4
Chapter 423: Each Goes to the Sky 4
Wang Jinyi stopped and looked sideways at Zhu Yu. Zhu Yu hurriedly took out an emerald green carved jade plate and handed it to Feng Zheng.
If you look closely, you can see that the jade plaque has a full rice ear as the base, with the two characters "Tai Sheng" arranged on both sides of the vertical "Wang". This is the identity mark given to the first-level steward.
Feng Zheng's hand holding the jade token trembled slightly. Looking at the word "Tai Sheng", his throat rolled and his eyes were filled with joy.
"Don't worry, Miss. Feng Zheng will definitely protect Mr. Pushan."
Wang Jinyi nodded slightly and said seriously:
You should learn more from Mr. Pu. I hope you can be his right-hand man when the library is busy. "
Feng Zheng nodded heavily and hid the jade token close to his body with great care.
The young lady lowered her head and said a few words to Yuqing behind her. Yuqing reached out and pulled out a dagger from her waist and handed it to him. Feng Zheng looked at the dagger and then at Yuqing at a loss.
Listen to the lady's cold voice:
"When Mr. Pushan was young, his talent and beauty aroused jealousy and he also had old grudges. You must be careful and hide your dagger in case of any emergency.
The master might go home to worship his ancestors, and then advise him to take up his post in Xunyang as soon as possible to avoid trouble. "
Feng Zheng quickly agreed: "Don't worry, Miss, I've got it all down."
Wang Jinyi straightened his monk robe as he thought about it, looked at Feng Zheng seriously, pursed his lips and nodded, then turned around and led his men back to Yunshui Hall.
Feng Zheng watched the young lady's back disappear among the temples.
In the meditation room, Master Huiming and Pushan were still looking through the personnel forms, muttering:
"Miss Wang actually has a descendant of a royal architect. No wonder she dared to hand over all the construction work to others, and you were in charge of checking it..."
The mage bowed his head and said:
"Amitabha, she can go to Luoxia Temple without any worries. Good, good."
Pushan, who was concentrating on reading the materials, was surprised. He looked at the abbot intently and asked:
"She, she really became a nun?"...
"She, she really became a nun?!"
The mother was standing anxiously in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas. When she saw her daughter coming over in a monk's robe, she muttered to herself.
Nine-year-old Wang Jinyi was wearing a blue-gray cotton monk's robe, a half-length cotton jacket of the same color, and a pair of dark brown jujube wood Buddhist beads around his neck.
A pair of clear and bright phoenix eyes glanced over unintentionally, and the expression on her face suddenly became lively.
His face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, his pace quickened, and finally he just started to run. When he saw his mother's tearful smile, he felt indescribable feelings in his heart, and he opened his arms and ran towards her.
The mother subconsciously bent her knees, bent down naturally, and hugged her daughter steadily.
The moment Wang Jinyi threw herself into her mother's arms, she stood on tiptoe, put her head on her mother's shoulder, and stretched out her hands to hug her mother tightly.
The mother hugged her back tightly, their cheeks pressed against each other, feeling their tears falling, and they hugged each other even tighter.
The father bent down slightly and hugged the mother and daughter who were hugging each other.
The family hugged each other tightly in the cold wind.
The mother regained her voice and patted her daughter on the back with relief, gently reminding her,
"Run slower, or you'll fall."
The mother scolded, feeling her daughter's small body in her arms rising and falling slightly from running.
Wang Jinyi buried her face in her mother's neck and responded muffledly...
Xunyang City, in front of Wang’s gate.
The cold wind of December was blowing wildly in the alley, blowing painfully on faces. Huo Ying had been waiting for a while, and his knuckles were turning blue from the force.
His left sleeve was hanging loosely, puffed up by the wind. He glanced at the door from time to time. The door was tightly closed, with a thin layer of ice on the copper ring.
He breathed out a breath of hot air to warm his hands, pulled his neck into his cotton jacket, and paced back and forth in front of the door.
Standing far away at the corner, Chen Sanlang, who was following stealthily, stood under the bare old locust tree on the corner of the street. The lead-gray sky confused people's minds.
He looked at the Wang family's gate which had not been opened for a long time, and his heart was as cold as the weather in the twelfth lunar month, without any warmth.
I originally thought that as long as I could think of a way, I would be able to meet Wang Jinyi, and I even imagined the scene of recognizing each other countless times. Now I don’t know what has happened. The Wang family is wary of me to this extent. What should I do in the future?
This was the nth time Huo Ying was turned away, he couldn’t remember.
Chen Sanlang let out a long breath, and a long stream of air shot up into the sky, as if he had exhaled all the longing in his heart, making him like a deflated ball, all of his strength drained away.
His body swayed a bit, and he quickly reached out to hold onto the wall, leaned softly against it, and slowly slid down to sit beside the wall.
Chen Sanlang felt a chill from the cold, frozen ground, and sat there in silence, unaware of anything until Huo Ying nearly tripped as he turned the corner.
"Yes, why is it you?"
“Brother,…”
Chen Sanlang rubbed his red, frozen hands and staggered to his feet.
"Brother, you don't have to come again for me, I feel..."
Chen Sanlang's eyes swept across the tightly closed door of the Wang family. The cold wind swirled in front of the door, and the door was empty and no one answered the door.
The tightly closed door made it almost impossible for Chen Sanlang to breathe. He pounded his chest.
"Brother, let's go."
Huo Ying cursed and stamped his almost frozen feet: "This is fucking weird, what on earth happened?"
But even so, he couldn't help but move closer to Chen Sanlang to avoid the wind.
"Sanlang, you go back first. I must stop Sun Wei this time!"
Huo Ying clenched his one arm, looked angry, and spoke in a loud voice.
Chen Sanlang gathered his sleeves, which had turned white from washing, and his steps became heavier.
This is the fifth time in half a month.
The previous few times, either the doorman said that Sun Wei was not there, or a figure was seen in the distance and the person was chased to the corner gate and entered.
The last time he was rejected, he was still a little confused; the time before that, he was still a little unwilling. But this time, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he felt so stuffy that even his fingertips felt cold.
He suddenly remembered that he had heard the Wang family servants chatting on the wall of the academy the day before.
“…Be careful of people with ulterior motives…”
Seeing his face turn pale, Huo Ying softened his tone.
"I'll take you back first, and I'll come back later."
Chen Sanlang shook his head slowly. The sunlight stretched his shadow very long. When he reached the entrance of the alley, he suddenly stopped and whispered, "Brother, there's no need to come again."
Huo Ying was stunned:
"But maybe, no matter what, I have to know the reason!"
Chen Sanlang raised his hand and pressed his forehead, then continued walking forward. His back turned out of the alley and slowly shrank into a small dot. He never looked back.
Along the way, Chen Sanlang walked slower and slower. The wind blew the broken snow foam onto his face, like fine needles pricking his heart.
Chen Sanlang tightened his cotton jacket and his steps became heavier.
The wonton vendor passing by the corner of the street called out:
"Sanlang, would you like a hot bowl?"
He seemed to have heard nothing, his mind filled with images of his past life. He clenched his teeth, determined to turn the corner.
When he saw the gate of the rented house, Chen Sanlang's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, like a broken string. First his knees went weak, and he staggered forward, then his body floated down.