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date="2021-10-06"

title="Chapter 65:"

weight="139642"

series = ["The Villainous Classmate is my Lucky Star"]

mode = "manual"

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Wen Yantong's angry face, coupled with the loud voice, frightened Hao Jing.

She was a little timid, but still refused to admit defeat, "What are you? You dare to call Xiaohouye a brother."

Wen Yantong banged the table, "You slander Master Xiaohou because you can't get through with me! Now get out of here, and dare to say more, I will tear your mouth!"

Hao Jingse shrank, feeling that she couldn't live up to her face, so Naken left like this. Just when she was about to speak, Hua Mo's voice suddenly came from the door.

"The courtier pays homage to Master Xiaohou."

The two people in the room were shocked at the same time. They looked towards the door and heard Hua Mo ask, "Is young marquis waiting to hear the inkstone?"

Then Chi Jingxi's voice came, "She is inside."

When Hao Jing heard Chi Jingxi's voice, she was so scared that she trembled all over her body. She turned around two circles in place to find a place to hide. But how could Wen Yantong make her wish, so she stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar, "Don't want to hide! Whatever you say, you will recognize it!"

Hao Jing stretched out her hand to push. When the two of them were pulling, the people outside heard the movement and pushed the door open, just in time to see them pinched.

Hua Mo's face was dark, "What are you doing!"

Wen Yantong watched the scene where the green tea villain first filed a lawsuit, and covered Hao Jing's mouth with her hand, her mouth was extremely sharp, "Master, this woman is really hateful, and she came to me to spread the rumors about Master Xiaohou! Master Xiaohou! He is handsome, wise, powerful, and heroic. I can't see this person wantonly slander him!"

After hearing these three consecutive boasts, Chi Jingxi almost stumbled across the threshold.

Hao Jing pushed Wen Yantong away, "I am not, I don't, he is talking nonsense!"

Wen Yantong snorted, you deny that three consecutive runs are useless.

Hua Mo sternly said, "You girl, you ran to the man's room without authorization, and let others talk about our Yului master! It's too shameful!"

Hao Jing was so fierce, and Chi Jingxi was standing behind her. She couldn't bear the fear in her heart and her eyes were wet with tears. She choked, "Wen Yantong laughed at me first..."

"Shut up! Even now, I still have the face to exonerate myself!" Hua Mo can be regarded as finding a chance to rectify Hao Jing, and naturally will not let it go, "I think you have eyes on your forehead, dare to talk about Xiaohou behind your back. Lord, don't kneel down yet!"

When the words fell, Hao Jing's knees immediately bend, and she knelt on the ground with a thump, and began to beg for mercy, "Master Xiaohou, I didn't mean to slander you, but it's a quick talk."

After standing still, Chi Jingxi looked down at Hao Jing. There was no angry expression on her face. He just said, "This person also belongs to Yuqin Pavilion?"

Hua Mo replied, "Back to Xiaohou, this woman has not yet officially entered the Qin Pavilion and is still undergoing assessment."

"This kind of person has bad conduct and is not worthy of being in the Qin Pavilion. The Flower Master should handle it properly." Chi Jingxi said.

Hua Mo immediately replied, "Don't worry, Master Xiaohou, he will be punished severely."

Hao Jing was scared to death, and tremblingly begged for mercy. Chi Jingxi looked upset and called the guard at the door to drag her out. Hua Mo knew that Chi Jingxi had come to find the inkstone, and retired with a wink.

The door closed, Wen Yantong showed his true shape right now, and he leaned close to Chi Jingxi with a hippy smile, "What kind of little Houye, in order to preserve your reputation, I even screamed at the breast."

Chi Jingxi's eyes were moisturized, and he asked, "Want to ask for a reward?"

"How can that be! Maintaining the reputation of Master Xiaohou is what I should do as a friend. Talking about rewards will affect our friendship too much." Wen Yantong snorted, pretending to be displeased.

Chi Jingxi did not answer, knowing that Wen Yantong must have the second half of the sentence.

Sure enough, Wen Yantong said again, "But if Master Xiaohou wants to give it, of course I won't refuse it."

Chi Jingxi slapped her on the forehead, "I make you sober."

Wen Yantong clutched his forehead and hummed, "Master Xiaohou, you can take me up when the play is going on. I want to go to the play, too."

Chi Jingxi remained silent, "Want to listen to the drama?"

Wen Yantong nodded.

Chi Jingxi sat on the soft chair, leaning on it lazily, "There is still half an hour."

Wen Yantong knew at the moment, walked to the door and leaned out half of his body and said to the guard outside, "Master Xiaohou asked you to bring in a pot of hot water and drink it."

The guards didn't doubt he was there, so they went to work.

Wen Yantong flipped through her package again, and there was a small packet of dried flowers hidden in it, which she originally planned to bring here to soak and drink.

These dried flowers were seen by chance when she went to the street to buy Chinese New Year goods a year ago. After drying the flowers in the shops, most of them were used to make pancreas, or bath oil, but in fact, these can also be soaked and drunk.

Wen Yantong picked some dried flowers with a fragrance similar to roses, and used them to make scented tea on weekdays, because she was really not used to drinking those tea leaves.

She knew that Chi Jingxi had never drunk anything like this, so she generously shared it with her.

Seeing her sneaky, Chi Jingxi couldn't help asking, "Where are you touching something?"

Wen Yantong turned his head and looked at him, and stretched out the dried flower in his hand to show him, "Look for this thing."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Don't ask, you'll know later." Wen Yantong pretended to be mysterious.

Chi Jingxi really didn't ask any more questions. When her eyes dangled, she suddenly saw the hair accessories on her head, so she immediately remembered what she was doing here, and her handsome face sank, "What I gave you, you Where did it go?"

Wen Yantong didn't know what he said at first, and said blankly, "What is it?"

Chi Jingxi pointed at her chin, "These two flowers are extremely obtrusive. It's better to pick up two tree plugs on the side of the road. They are more elegant and natural than this."

Wen Yantong stretched out his hand and touched it, then took out the hairpin from his arms and raised it up, "Here it is! This is a valuable thing, so naturally it must be kept properly."

His face was a little slow, "The hairpin is worn on the head, what do you hide in your arms."

She sighed softly, "It's not that I am afraid that people will be worried, I dare not take it out, and I am also afraid that others will talk about Xiaohouye's gossip, so it is better to have less trouble."

Chi Jingxi didn't speak any more.

Just watched Wen Yantong put the hairpin away again.

"Little Houye," Wen Yantong began to have nothing to say again, "I heard someone say that this banquet was for you to find a good wife?"

Chi Jingxi was stunned, "Listen to who said?"

"When I was practicing the piano, I listened to what the people in the Qin Pavilion said." Wen Yantong said, "Is it right after the men's crown that they are starting to get their wives?"

He said, "mostly for this."

Wen Yantong tentatively asked, "Miss Fu San, is it also here?"

Chi Jingxi looked at her strangely, "Why do I have to come or not?"

In the plot of the original book, Chi Jingxi should have an admiration for Fu Tanghuan, but after what happened that night at Nian'an Temple, the plot deviated from its original trend, and Chi Jingxi did not meet Fu Tanghuan at all.

Therefore, Chi Jingxi has no extra feelings for Fu Tanghuan.

Wen Yantong thinks this is also good, anyway, Chi Jingxi chose the road that night, and the original book Fu Tanghuan and Cheng Xiao are in love with each other, Chi Jingxi's love is meaningless at all.

Wen Yantong smiled and said, "Then you saw those girls today, do you have any favorites?"

Chi Jingxi held his chin, as if thinking about it seriously. Wen Yantong also looked forward to his answer.

But who knows that he thought about it for a while, and then said to Wen Yantong, "What's wrong with you? If you ask questions, I will drive you out."

Oops, this is her house!

Wen Yantong snorted, don't ask, don't ask, always guess by yourself.

After a while, hot water was delivered. Wen Yantong carried a kettle and brewed scented tea with the teapot in the house. Because of Chi Jingxi's taste, he didn't add candied fruit.

After making the scented tea, smelled two cups of Yantong and placed them on the table to cool.

"Have you brewed those flowers?" Chi Jingxi asked in surprise as he had never seen such an operation.

Wen Yantong nodded, "Dried flowers are also very fragrant when used for soaking, and they taste better than those tea leaves."

Chi Jingxi was silent for a long time without speaking, and then slowly said, "Is this the way you drink in your hometown?"

Wen Yantong remembered that a lot of things could not be explained before and pushed it to his hometown, and this time he nodded decisively, "Many people in our hometown like to drink like this."

Chi Jingxi said, "Your hometown is indeed a magical place."

Wen Yantong thought back to the high-tech of the modern era, and smiled.

Although ancient life is indeed more troublesome than modern times, the wisdom of the ancients is also difficult to measure and cannot be compared.

Wen Yantong handed the warm tea to Chi Jingxi, "Taste it."

After Chi Jingxi took over, she sang slightly.

The tea was originally tasteless, almost the same as white water, but after the water passed the teeth, it left a faint floral fragrance between the lips and teeth, and the tip of the tongue also had a little sweetness.

Chi Jingxi raised her eyebrows slightly, but she did not expect that the dried flowers would taste like this after they were soaked.

"This is called scented tea," Wen Yantong said, "Tea has the effect of refreshing and refreshing. If you drink too much, you can’t sleep at night. If you don’t need to wake up in the future, you can drink this scented tea. It’s still fragrant. ."

Chi Jingxi was noncommittal, sipping tea slowly.

Wen Yantong also calmed down, sitting next to him, drinking hot tea every mouthful.

When the two of them didn't talk, the atmosphere seemed much more peaceful. Compared with the horror when they saw Chi Jingxi before, Wen Yantong can also deal with him calmly, and has completely found the knack for getting along with him.

Old news, great!

Wen Yantong gave himself a thumbs up and rewarded him with a cup of scented tea. When he was about to ask Chi Jingxi if he needed to add tea, he saw him holding a teacup and closed his eyes and slumbered.

Perhaps it was because the past few days were really busy, Chi Jingxi had the leisure time, and the sleepiness came up.

Wen Yantong gently brought the tea cup in his hand, Chi Jingxi only slightly opened his eyes, looked at her with lazy eyes, and continued to close his eyes.

She was afraid that Chi Jingxi would light up when she fell asleep, so she took her cotton robe and put it on him, sitting on the side chair to guard it.

I was thinking about the time, but the surroundings were warm and quiet. Wen Yantong was sitting and fell asleep. It was only when there was a knock on the door that she woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he met Chi Jingxi's eyes, and the ink was deep.

Wen Yantong rubbed his eyes, his throat became hoarse after going to bed, "When did Master Xiaohou wake up?"

Chi Jingxi said, "Wake up before you anyway."

Wen Yantong saw that she didn't know when that cotton robe was draped on her body. She yawned, "What time is it then?"

Chi Jingxi said, "The acting is about to begin, and it's just right to go now."

Wen Yantong got up and hurriedly got up and let the cotton robe on the soft chair. think Chi Jingxi ordered the guards to stare at two hours before entering the door, so the knock on the door just now reminded him.

She followed Chi Jingxi to another place. It was a blue tiled building with long tassels under the eaves, which looked very delicate from a distance.

The building is about two stories high. It is a theater building dedicated to singing. There are various delicate organs hidden in the dark on the roof, which are usually used to hang people high in the sky.

The seats in the building are scattered, not arranged in such a regular arrangement, but each seat is designed so that you can see the actors on the stage.

After Chi Jingxi entered the door, he brought Wen Yantong to Cheng Xin, and Mu Yang on the other side.

Seeing him, Mu Yang straightened up immediately, "Brother Xi, where have you been? I haven't seen anyone for a long time."

Chi Jingxi said, "I was invited to have tea."

Mu Yang saw Wen Yantong and said happily, "You also brought Wen Yantong?"

Chi Jingxi pointed to his seat, "Sit here."

Wen Yantong saw that there was only a seat here, and shook his head at the moment, "Where is the little Lord Hou sitting?"

"I have something to do, not here." Chi Jingxi said, "You sit here, and I will be back when the play is over."

Wen Yantong was stunned, but didn't ask much, knowing that Chi Jingxi did it for his own reasons, so he nodded, sat down along the position, staggered the figure and looked to the side, you can see the distance. Cheng Yanchuan far away.

Cheng Yanchuan was also looking here, and seeing her gaze swept over, he raised a gentle smile.

Wen Yantong replied in fear, and then retracted his head, and then Chi Jingxi's palm fell on top of his head, and his voice rang in his ears, "Don't run around, I'll be back soon."

Hearing Yantong answered, Chi Jingxi turned and left.

Mu Yang smiled with a serious face, and leaned forward, "Little lady, today's Xiqin played pretty well."

Wen Yantong blanked his eyes, "Go away, my brain will be beaten to you."

Mu Yang touched his head suspiciously, retracted his body, turned his head and asked Fu Zixian, "When did Wen Yantong have such a bad temper?"

Fu Zixian shook his head blankly, and said in a low voice, "You still don't want to call him a little lady, maybe he doesn't like to listen."

Mu Yang sighed, holding tea as wine, and said bitterly, "Brother, I think I'm always rejected by others."

Fu Zixian paused, his lips moved a few times, and he said, "Mu Shao, don't think too much."

"Why are you hesitating? Do you feel the same way?" Mu Yang asked angrily.

Fu Zixian shook his head, "Nothing."

"It's not twice." Mu Yang sighed again, and then drank the tea.

There were a lot of people talking in the building, which was slightly noisy. Wen Yantong tensed his nerves, and Mu Yang talked to her many times, but she was perfunctory. Mu Yang was depressed, drinking more and more tea, and ran into the latrine twice.

Until the two pots of tea in front of him were drunk by Mu Yang, and when the third pot was about to be stored, the light above his head was dimmed, and the performance began.

Wen Yantong listened to the sound of gongs and drums, knocking down on the apex of her heart, making her uneasy.

The subordinates entered through the doors on both sides, and began to gently put down the tea cups on the tables of the people on the left and right, and quietly exited.

This tea cup is not only water, but also contains a lot of nuts in it, soaked in Longjing tea, a little thick, it can be regarded as a snack when watching a show.

Wen Yantong looked around anxiously, craned his neck to look at the tea cup in front of Cheng Yanchuan.

The original book has two descriptions of this, saying that Cheng Yanchuan’s tea cups are different from others. The whole is navy blue, with a small plum flower on the side of the cup, and the flower core is the buckle.

If the cup of tea is smoothly delivered to Cheng Yanchuan’s table, the maid will hold down the button when putting the tea cup, the poison in the quilt will quickly melt into the water, and the ordinary cup of tea will become a highly poisonous tea. .

Wen Yantong looked at it carefully and found that the cup in front of Cheng Yanchuan was snow white, with no extra patterns on it, only a ring of golden glaze around the edge.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her message had indeed been delivered, and Chi Jingxi and the others had taken precautions.

The poison in the tea is over, and the actor will be assassinated.

She listened to her singing in her ears, and tried to persuade herself to calm down. If she noticed a clue, she would throw out the tea cup on the table and smash it on the person's face.

However, the probability of smashing is unknown.

I knew that Chi Jingxi should have cursed him a long time ago.

Hi, misguided!

When Wen Yantong was thinking about it, suddenly a dense drumbeat sounded, and she looked up at the stage. saw a woman in an embroidered long skirt turning onto the stage from behind the scenes with her long sleeves, and turned to the side of the stage. When everyone thought she was going to fall off, she tapped her toes and went straight into the air. rise!

coming!

Wen Yantong stared at the figure of the man closely, and reached out to hold the tea cup on the table.

The invisible silk thread was dangling the actor and spinning in the air, faster and faster, and it was getting closer and closer to Cheng Yanchuan. Almost everyone's eyes were gathered in the air, with exclamations one after another.

Immediately afterwards, saw cold light flashing, and the short blade of the actor came out of his sleeves. The thin thread on her body suddenly broke when it was thrown out, and the whole fell off!

Wen Yantong almost cheered.

The short blade that was thrown out of alignment and strength, clanked against the edge of the table and landed on the ground.

Cheng Yanchuan stood up abruptly, and the people next to him also stood up, and the guards hurried over from the corner of the building.

The assassin reacted very quickly, stabilized his figure when he landed, rolled on the spot and picked up the short knife, and attacked Cheng Yanchuan with his hand.

This is a sneak attack, but an intent to force an attack!

Wen Yantong hurriedly got up and backed away, and at this time she changed her distance so as not to cause chaos.

Mu Yang acted the fastest, raised his teacup and stepped forward to fight the killer.

But the assassin's posture was unusually powerful, evading Mu Yang's attack with an extremely soft arc, the short blade turned in his hand, and it pierced Mu Yang's neck!

At the height of his hair, Fu Zixian lifted his foot from behind and kicked Mu Yang, kicking him forward. Only at this speed did he escape the killer's sharp edge and cut off Mu Yang's hair.

Suddenly, the crowd full of exclamations sounded, some people fled, some people jumped around in the building, and they were in chaos in an instant, and the roads of guards everywhere were blocked.

The few who arrived nearby were all killed by the killer's clean knife.

Wen Yantong screamed secretly, this actor-killer was far more powerful than it seemed, and it was the point of everyone's missteps.

Mu Yang was kicked to the side, breaking the tea cup in his hand, and smashing the killer with the fragments.

The assassin escaped easily, and the only target was still Cheng Yanchuan, rushing sternly.

Fortunately, Cheng Yanchuan hid a weapon in his body in advance, and fought with her. But this assassin was more than a bit more powerful than Cheng Yanchuan, and it was already very difficult for a few tricks. If this continues, Cheng Yanchuan will also be killed.

Wen Yantong was anxious to get angry, and he didn't have time to think, grabbed the tea cup by the table, held it in his hand, whispered Xiaohouye blessing, and then threw it out!

Perhaps no one had thought of it, the temple of the tea lamp was the killer, the porcelain and the skull made a dull sound, which caused the killer's movements to stop for an instant, and he took two steps back.

Master Xiaohou is so good too!

The assassin's two steps back happened to give Cheng Yanchuan a chance to breathe. Then when the assassin came forward again, Fu Zixian made a sudden move, violently knocking on the assassin's arm joints, knocking the position of the blade in the wrong direction.

He turned around to Cheng Yanchuan and the assassin's side, only handed around Yanchuan's right hand, replaced the short knife with his own hand, and quickly resolved the assassin's moves with the other hand.

After getting the weapon, Fu Zixian confronted the killer instead of Cheng Yanchuan.

What people didn’t expect was that Fu Zixian, who looked weak on weekdays, was able to beat this quite powerful assassin. He escaped easily.

Wen Yantong knows that Fu Zixian's martial arts has always been great, and if he doesn't come later, he won't become Chi Jingxi's most important right-hand man. When he was in Xiangfu, he had only let others see his archery skills, and his body skills and swords had never been shown.

During the fight between Fu Zixian and the assassin, both his arms and back were scratched, and the assassin did not take advantage of it. His face was cut by the blade, and blood ran to half of his face.

The two of them almost left each other with scars within a few strokes. It didn't take long for the guards to arrive. Fu Zixian took the opportunity to retreat, still standing beside Cheng Yanchuan, staring at the killer calmly, fearing. She escaped from the guards and rushed up.

But soon, a feather arrow shot from the booth on the second floor above the stage, and the assassin's back penetrated directly in front of him.

She snorted and fell down shortly afterwards, bleeding to the ground.

Wen Yantong looked up in a panic and saw Chi Jingxi standing on the booth, still holding the posture of shooting arrows in his hand. He could not see his expression in the dim light, but Wen Yantong knew that those beautiful pairs The eyes are filled with silence.

The people in the building were almost scattered. The guards gathered Cheng Yanchuan and a few people in their hearts. After waiting for a while, Chi Jingxi came down from the second floor.

"They were all killed." Chi Jingxi said, "The whole troupe didn't keep alive. No one was injured or injured. They have been sent to a doctor."

Cheng Yanchuan nodded and ordered to the side, "Bring all the corpses back."

Mu Yang stood beside Fu Zixian and said to the prince, "Brother She Zhao, I will take Fu Zixian to heal the wound."

Cheng Yanchuan nodded and gave several orders to mobilize the people around him. Finally, he said to Chi Jingxi, "Thanks for your hard work. After this event is over, I will thank you well."

Chi Jingxi smiled, "Brother Shezhao is welcome."

Cheng Yanchuan sighed, "The Fu family's bastard is kind. I wanted to summon the dark guard, but he would take action first."

Chi Jingxi also laughed, "Brother She Zhao, then think about how to thank him."

Cheng Yanchuan joked a few more words and turned away with the guards. Only then did Chi Jingxi shift his gaze to Wen Yantong who was standing next to the pillar, his expression slowed down, and walked to her side, "Why are you shrinking here?"

Wen Yantong sniffed, "Master Xiaohou, I have cramps in my feet and can't move."

Chi Jingxi lowered his head and glanced, "You can't do anything, eat nothing, you're the one talking about."

Isn't this what she often scolds Mu Yang?

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