At that time, Jixiang had already taken the rolled up rice paper and walked towards the small courtyard where Yan Ji usually lived.
As soon as he stepped into the vestibule of the small courtyard, he found the boy who had picked up the kite kneeling in the vestibule with a bloody face and his body trembling.
The boy looked very frightened and looked extremely pitiful.
Ji Xiang frowned, looked at the few extra guards in the yard, and then slowly walked to Ruyi's side.
Inside the house, there is a guest coming.
Ruyi was also rubbing her eyebrows at this time, as if she didn't know how to explain to Jixiang.
After Jixiang came to his side, he lowered his voice and said, "He is from the Su family."
"People from the Su family" Ji Xiang raised his eyebrows, a little confused, "What people from the Su family?"
Ruyi lowered her hand from her eyebrows and pointed at the man kneeling on the ground, "He is the person next to Mr.
Su Xingrong."
When he said this, he paused again, and then his expression was a little panicked, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "I followed him for a while, and Mr.
Su discovered my whereabouts, and then Mr.
Su asked me , why should I go to his yard?”
Ruyi did not dare to continue speaking, but lowered her head.
He followed the boy and slowly walked into another courtyard.
Ruyi never expected that Su Xingrong was sitting outside behind the courtyard door.
He couldn't see Su Xingrong inside, but Su Xingrong could hear his footsteps, so in the end, he was discovered by Su Xingrong.
When he wanted to escape, he found that he was surrounded by Su Xingrong's people.
It was like he was in a trap.
Can't leave.
Ruyi still remembers Su Xingrong's smile at that time.
It was like a gentle smile, but also like a trap-like smile, which was very scary.
Su Xingrong is better than anyone else at torturing people.
Although he didn't tell the truth in the end, Ruyi guessed that Su Xingrong already knew about seven or eight points of the matter.
After Su Xingrong slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, he asked the guards around him to find the boy holding the paper kite.
Moreover, Su Xingrong picked up the tea cup on the table right in front of him.
Hit the boy hard on the head He struck hard.
Just a tea cup made the boy bleed profusely.
Su Xingrong didn't ask the boy what was going on from beginning to end.
He didn't even listen to any of the boy's excuses.
That person.
Finally stand up.
He kicked the boy again.
Ruyi felt that Su Xingrong was really scary, because when Su Xingrong kicked someone, there was still a faint smile on his lips. seem.
In Su Xingrong's eyes, killing someone was like a common occurrence.
Ruyi couldn't help but shudder when she thought of this.
He had been with Yan Jichang for many years and had done all kinds of dirty things in private, but for some reason, he still felt shuddering when facing Su Xingrong.
Ji Xiang looked at Ruyi's expression, then glanced at the half-dead boy kneeling in the front yard, and then said, "Then, what is Mr.
Su doing here?"
"Master Su, he" Ruyi stood firm and rubbed his eyebrows again, "Master Su said that he wanted to apologize to the uncle."
Apologize Ji Xiang couldn't help but twitch his lips, what kind of apology is this?
It's like a show of force.
Jixiang thought about it for a while and said to Ruyi, "I'll go in and take a look."
Ruyi grabbed Jixiang's sleeve and seemed a little hesitant.
Now Yan Jichang and Su Xingrong are talking in the house.
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If Ji Xiang enters the house at this time, will it disturb them?
Jixiang looked at Ruyi's worried expression and said with a smile, "Don't worry, our uncle is not a coward.
This little thing is not enough to get his attention."
As soon as Ji Xiang finished speaking, Ruyi seemed to understand something.
He nodded, "Well, be careful then."
"Yeah" Ji Xiang turned around and walked towards the house.
When he passed the boy kneeling on the ground, he could still smell the strong smell of blood.
Su Xingrong's move was indeed not light.
Jixiang frowned.
He had thought that this boy was the third master Yan's person, but he didn't expect that this boy was actually the person next to Su Xingrong.
Jixiang paused and thought for a while, but did not turn around to look at the boy's expression.
From the beginning, they knew that the boy was not really flying the kite.
The weather now is not suitable for flying kites.
And, as luck would have it, the kite broke its thread and fell into the yard where Yan Ji usually lived.
The boy just made an excuse to avoid being suspected.
Since this young man had the guts to spy on Yan Jichang, he should be prepared to die at any time.
This kind of person who died for profit was not worthy of a second glance.
Ji Xiang stood outside the house, knocked on the door gently, and said respectfully, "Master, my subordinate is back."
After a long time, Yan Jichang's deep voice came to mind in the room, "Come in."
Ji Xiang took a deep breath before slowly walking into the house.
At this time, on the small table not far away, the green smoke of the Kirin Incense Burner was curling up, and the whole room was filled with the faint fragrance of magnolia flowers.
On weekdays, Yan Jichang would only order people to light these spices when he was in a very bad mood.
Today
Jixiang remembered that when he went out, he had not smelled this spice.
After walking a few steps, he saw Yan Jichang sitting on a stool in the cubicle on one side, and Su Xingrong, who was wearing a crescent-white robe, with a slight smile on his face, but very attractive.
Sitting next to Yan Jichang, he was not outdone by Yan Jichang's temperament, but looked even more evil.
There was a chessboard on the table, and Yan Jichang was holding a white piece in his hand, and he was moving the pieces very quickly.
On the contrary, it was Su Xingrong who looked at the chessboard leisurely.
When holding the black piece, he would always hesitate for a while before falling into the chessboard.
Jixiang stood there, not moving.
He knew that Yan Jichang didn't like to be disturbed when he was playing chess.
At this time, Yan Jichang didn't seem to pay much attention to Jixiang.
His eyes fell on the chessboard and his lips pursed tightly.
Su Xingrong seemed very relaxed.
He kept smiling, then held Heizi tightly, and said as if no one was watching, "Master Yan, I have offended you today."
After Su Xingrong finished speaking, he placed the chess pieces on the chessboard.
He was obviously hesitant.
"Master Su is joking, what are you guilty of?"
Yan Jichang was not ambiguous, but directly dropped the chess piece into the chessboard, "It seems that I am the one who offended you."
Su Xingrong was slightly startled, and the smile on his lips became a little stiff.
In less than half a stick of incense, he lost three times under Yan Jichang.
Although he had always known that Yan Jichang was superb at chess, he never expected that Yan Jichang would become so good.
Yan Jichang did not pick up the chess pieces, but sat down calmly with an expressionless face, then turned to look at Ji Xiang, "Miss, have you finished the matter?"
"Go back to the uncle, it's all done."
Jixiang didn't dare to look at Su Xingrong's angry expression.
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Instead, he walked to Yan Jichang and handed the rolled paper in his hand to Yan Jichang, "The eldest lady said, I hope the abbot doesn't dislike it."
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In fact, I thought a lot today.
Ever since I started writing, I have been a person who likes to tell stories.
I like to tell the stories in my heart.
Perhaps it is because of the way of description and writing style that people are always dissatisfied with me.
I can't make every reader like the way I tell my story.
I can't make every reader say yes.
I'm sorry.
I really tried my best.
I like writing novels, so I do this. , so I can say with my conscience that I am very satisfied with Jin Mou until now.
Although sometimes it gets stolen, copied, and other things happen, which makes it very frustrating.
However, Xiaowu still wanted to tell this story well.
I will try my best.
As for whether you are satisfied or not, I don’t know.
I can only say that I really, really tried my best.
For me, writing is nothing more than one sentence: Don’t forget your original intention
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