The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 810: Can Silence

Huang Jing, who was anxious to know what was going on, felt even more like an ant on hot pot.

When Meng Renping entered the room, the first person he saw was Meng Shisan, who was dressed in thick clothes and was as round as a ball. The sable cloak wrapped her tightly, leaving only her small face exposed.

Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and she looks delicate and weak.

He stepped into the hall, approached Meng Shisan, and looked down at his eldest cousin, who looked like she would collapse at any time.

"Brother." Meng Shisan called softly.

Meng Renping reached out and silently pulled Meng Shisan's cloak tighter: "You must be tired."

Meng Shisan hummed: "If Big Brother doesn't come, I'll go and rest."

"It's my fault." Meng Renping sat down in the seat next to him and looked at Huang Jing again, "Miss Huang is here too."

"Yes, yes, yes." Huang Jing still wanted to hear what happened tonight. Meng Shisan insisted on waiting for Meng Renping to come before he would tell her everything. Of course, she had to be there. After answering Meng Renping, she turned to Meng Shisan with sparkling eyes and said, "Can you tell me now?"

Meng Renping's gaze shifted back to Meng Shisan's face: "Did you use a whip?"

"I used the silver vine whip that my elder brother gave me." Meng Shisan replied, and then described the scene where she and Chang'an were assassinated by the assassins such as Bei Yan in the alley. She did not go into details, but only described the general process.

During this process, things about the barrier naturally could not be discussed.

Meng Renping pondered and said, "According to what you said, such a big commotion didn't alarm any of the nearby people?"

"Impossible? The noise was quite loud." Huang Jing continued, and a possibility came to his mind. He looked at Meng Shisan with a look of inquiry, "The sound of whips and swords clashing is impossible to ignore in the quiet night."

Meng Renping also felt something: "Yaoyao, have you made any other preparations?"

Since Huang Jing had revealed everything so thoroughly, and facing his eldest cousin's questioning, Meng Shisan followed suit and simply admitted, "Yes."

As for what preparations she had made, she didn't intend to say.

So I only answered with one word.

After getting a positive answer, Huang Jing felt that it was not enough: "What preparations? Preparations that can silence the sound..."

She thought of the barrier.

But he didn't say it in front of Meng Renping.

She thought that Meng Shisan might not want Meng Renping to know too much about metaphysics. At this moment, he showed no intention of elaborating further. If she asked directly, she would not get Meng Shisan's acknowledgement.

Meng Renping turned to Huang Jing who was speaking, and asked according to Huang Jing's guess: "Miss Huang, what kind of preparation has you thought of to achieve the effect of silencing?"

Huang Jing looked at Meng Shisan, asking her with his eyes how she was going to answer.

But Meng Shisan looked innocent, and it wasn't her who said that, so Huang Jing had to deal with the situation on his own.

"Uh..." Huang Jing's mind raced, searching for an excuse. "If the people in the houses on both sides of the alley had already gone to bed and were sleeping soundly, or if they thought it was better to have less trouble than more, after all, if they got involved in the fighting, they would be in trouble too."

The more she spoke, the more confident she became. In the end, she felt that her excuse made a lot of sense.

Meng Renping didn't quite believe what Huang Jing said. On the surface, what Huang Jing said was very likely. At least he couldn't find any point to refute it. But his intuition told him that this was definitely not what Huang Jing said.

If his eldest cousin didn't tell the truth, he could still rely on blood ties to force her to tell the truth, but he couldn't do that to Huang Jing, the female celestial master who was staying at Taichen Courtyard. "Yaoyao, no matter what, your own safety is the most important thing," he said.

Meng Shisan said: "Don't worry, big brother, I'm fine."

Meng Renping nodded, looked at Huang Jing again, and stood up and said, "Then let's not talk too much. It's late at night, you should go to bed... Don't go out again in the next few days, and take good care of yourself."

Meng Shisan's snow-white face showed a faint smile: "Yeah."

Meng Renping couldn't bear to question Meng Shisan, so Meng Shisan went along with it and the cousins ​​quickly ended their conversation.

Huang Jing wanted to ask for further details. She wanted to know whether Meng Shisan was just as she guessed. During the process of killing Wei Yan and the thirty assassins, there was no loud noise in the alley that attracted the people nearby to open the doors to check, or whether there were no officers from the Military Department who happened to be patrolling near the theater. The method they used was to set up a barrier, and they could only watch Meng Shisan walk out of Ming Xiaotang.

She followed closely behind him and chased him to the corridor outside the hall, but was stopped by Chang'an, who had just finished cleaning his whip and two swords.

She looked at Chang'an, and Chang'an looked at her.

Neither of them spoke.

Huang Jing was thinking that maybe she could ask Chang'an, while Chang'an was thinking that no matter who it was, no one could disturb Meng Shisan's sleep.

Shangchun ignored the two of them and followed Meng Shisan into his bedroom. He helped Meng Shisan undress and then went to bed.

When they came out again, the two were still in a stalemate in the corridor of Mingxiao Hall.

She looked at it, turned around without hesitation, and went back to her room to sleep.

She couldn't control either Chang'an or Huang Jing.

"...Really can't tell?" Huang Jing asked for the sixth time.

Changan was unmoved: "No."

Huang Jing crossed his arms and said, "After much thought, I think setting up a barrier is the only way to completely prevent any sound from leaking out of the alley."

"That's your idea." Chang'an threw the question back to Huang Jing. In her opinion, there are other ways to silence what happened in the alley besides the barrier.

Although Huang Jing guessed correctly, she would definitely not give Huang Jing a confirmation unless the host nodded.

"I'll go to that alley now, maybe I can find some residual scent left after you set up the barrier." This is another way to get a definite answer, but it's not a sure-fire way. So when Huang Jing couldn't get the answer from Meng Shisan, he had to settle for the next best thing and try to get the answer from Chang'an.

Changan looked calm and said, "Please do as you please."

Since she could set it up, she must be confident enough not to be afraid of others checking it out.

This naturally includes Huang Jing and Lan Zhijin.

In an alley not far from the Anmofang Theater, Lan Zhijin was walking from one end of the alley to the other. He sniffed something as he walked, trying to smell a specific scent.

He wanted to know why something unusual happened in this alley. He had clearly felt it in the inn, but he had rushed over without stopping, but he didn't see anything unusual. What was the reason?

And if there is any lingering breath, it will undoubtedly be a gain.

This harvest could even allow him to compare it with the residual scent of the barrier he had smelled in Li Heng's private residence before, to see if they came from the same source.

If they have something in common, then he will have more information to find the source, and once he has more information, the search will be smoother.