Grudge Breaker

Chapter 285: Ambiguous Night (Part )
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"Mr. Mo, you are moved."

"Yes."

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"In the Eight Notes on Living a Healthy Life, it is said that the mind can be still, but it will be agitated when it is touched by things."

"If the action is auspicious, it means a gentleman; if the action is unlucky, it means a villain."

"I wonder if Mr. Mo is in good or bad luck?"
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"I never thought Brother Feng could not handle alcohol so well."

Qin Xueying covered her lips and chuckled. The laughter really brought Mo Tingfeng back to his senses. He then realized that he had been sitting at a table separated from the eldest princess without knowing when. There were two empty bottles of Wunian Water lying on the table in front of them.

"What's wrong with me……"

Mo Tingfeng stroked his forehead and lowered his head. Just now he was clearly in the flowery courtyard a thousand years ago, sitting across from Sang Pu just like he is now, drinking with his shadow.

As the night deepened, ambiguity grew. Sang Pu saw that his mind was distracted, so he used a sentence from "Zunsheng Bajian" to enlighten him - even if you are moved, you should be like Yuzhu Gentleman.

Why do I suddenly think of this scene now?
What was Sang Pu’s last sentence?
Oh, by the way, she said, "I wonder if Mr. Mo is going to be lucky or unlucky?"

...Is it reminding him to pay attention to good and bad fortune?

It seems that there is indeed something wrong with the woman in front of me.

Thinking of this, Mo Tingfeng's eyes gradually became clear.

He took out a new bottle of Wunian water, opened it, and filled the empty cup in front of Qin Xueying.

"In Tingfeng's impression, the princess hardly drinks. I wonder when did she develop such a good drinking tolerance?"

Qin Xueying picked up the wine glass, covered her face with her sleeve and drank it all in one gulp, then put the glass down without changing her expression.

"After I was injured during the spring hunt. That beast is not an ordinary divine beast. The injured bones and muscles heal very slowly, especially after midnight every night. The new flesh growing in the wounds hurts and itches. Lord Sikong saw that I was in such a difficult situation, so he gave all the Wu Nian Water in the mansion to Xueying. Thanks to this wine, I was able to fall asleep during that period."

"After all this, Xueying can't sleep well without a few drinks every night, so Brother Feng is here to help me tonight."

There was no loophole in her words, and she even involved Zhuang Yuheng. If there was any falsehood in them, it would be known once she was asked. I don't think she would come up with such a poor excuse.

Mo Tingfeng was pondering how to subtly test whether the person in front of him was the real Qin Xueying, but she took the initiative to speak.

"Come to think of it, Xueying drank alcohol for the first time because of Brother Feng."

"because I?"

Mo Tingfeng was stunned. He had no impression of it at all.

"A thousand years ago, Brother Feng had just arrived at the Sichen Mansion in the Meijie to take up his post, and my father held a banquet in the mansion to celebrate. That night was the first time we met."

"My father asked everyone at the banquet to raise a toast to celebrate the arrival of the new Lord Si Chen. Xueying had never drunk alcohol before, but I couldn't disobey my father's order, so I drank a glass. The wine made me cough up tears."

Qin Xueying raised her hand, and her slender, rosy-colored fingers wiped the wine that was about to drip from the edge of her red lips. Her expression and movements were full of charm like raindrops, and Mo Tingfeng avoided her eyes in panic.

Qin Xueying curled her lips and smiled again, pushing her long hair that had slid down to her chest to her back, as if unintentionally revealing her shoulders and the faint cleavage under her tube top dress.

"Brother Feng was standing next to my father at the time, and I was standing next to you. You saw me coughing up tears because of the glass of wine, so you kindly took out the handkerchief and handed it to me."

When she said that, Mo Tingfeng vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a thing. Qin Xueying was still young at that time, far from being as beautiful as she is now, and certainly not as she is tonight... "Her eyebrows were long and her eyes were brighter; her face was not delicate, and her eyes were sharper."

Mo Tingfeng lowered his head and fiddled with the wine glass in his hand, intentionally avoiding Qin Xueying's burning gaze. But in his heart, he was thinking, she still remembered such a long time ago, and mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally, could it be that she knew that he was doubting her identity?
Just as he was thinking about how to further test whether the person in front of him was the real Qin Xueying, he saw her stand up, walk slowly to the dressing table, take something out, and hand it to Mo Tingfeng.

"I have kept this handkerchief."

He took it subconsciously. There were a few leaves of black bamboo embroidered in the corner of the handkerchief. It was indeed his. He was a little dazed for a moment, and the past was like smoke and clouds passing by his ears and eyes.

Qin Xueying chuckled, took the jade-necked bottle of Wunianshui and filled the two of them with wine, then raised the wine glass and toasted Mo Tingfeng.

"Brother Feng, if you want to test me, you must remember the details of our past interactions carefully."

Seeing that he had been exposed, Mo Tingfeng had no intention of hiding it anymore. He smiled faintly, raised his glass and clinked it with Qin Xueying and drank it.

"It seems that I am worrying too much. Since the princess is so perceptive, can you help Tingfeng solve his doubts?"

Qin Xueying raised her hand to stop Mo Tingfeng from continuing.

"Why don't we let Xueying guess what Lord Sichen is doing here tonight?"

"If I guessed correctly and gave you a satisfactory answer, can Brother Feng do a small favor for Xueying in exchange? Don't worry, it's harmless and it's just a piece of cake for Brother Feng."

Having said that, Mo Tingfeng had no reason to refuse. He raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation. Qin Xueying smiled faintly and leaned back.

"Lord Si Chen has a beautiful woman in his heart. Even if it is to avoid suspicion, he would never come to visit me at night for no reason. So he must have something important to do with Xueying. But if he really has something important, why would he bring wine? I am afraid he is just testing me and trying to cover it up."

"But what exactly is he trying to test me about? Xueying thought about it and it must not be because of the murder that happened a few days ago. If it was, he would not have brought wine to test me, but would have interrogated me late at night. Therefore, the person that Lord Sichen wants to test must be Xueying."

Qin Xueying leaned forward when she said this, put her elbows on the table, and gently supported her chin with her slender jade fingers in the shape of an orchid, and her beautiful eyes looked up at Mo Tingfeng.

"You want to know if I am the real Qin Xueying?"

"I guess Xueying doesn't need to answer this question anymore, right?"

She flicked her cheek with her fingers, "However, I may need to answer another question that arises from this - why do I still keep the handkerchief you gave me a thousand years ago?"

Qin Xueying picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

"Of course it's not because I'm in love. The reason I keep it till now is because my father taught Xueying to 'cherish gratitude' since she was young. Even a drop of help from others is a favor. I keep this handkerchief to remember Brother Feng's kindness."

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Mo Tingfeng frowned slightly when he heard this, and this subtle movement did not escape Qin Xueying's eyes. She pursed her lips and smiled again, then opened the third bottle of Wu Nian Water and filled their glasses.

"It seems that Brother Feng is not very satisfied with this answer. Let Xueying guess what Lord Si Chen is thinking now."

She raised her finger, starting from the center of Mo Tingfeng's eyebrows, and slowly slid it down, finally stopping at his heart.

"You are thinking, since I remember your kindness and have no intention of love between men and women, and I clearly know that you are thinking about Miss Sangpu, why did you send her cakes with gold flakes to ward off cold and harm her?"

Mo Tingfeng really didn't expect that she would admit it so bluntly. His eyes turned sharp and he looked at Qin Xueying to listen to her explanation.

"Because I discovered her shameful secret."
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"Ah sneeze!"

Song Weichen sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, opened his eyes, and saw a smiling face opposite him.

"Brother Yuheng! When did you come back?"

She wanted to go over to him, but her legs were numb from sitting cross-legged, so she had to stretch her legs forward resentfully, and stretched out her paws to Zhuang Yuheng, making a lucky cat gesture as a greeting.

"I've been back for a while. Seeing you were so focused, I didn't bother you."

He walked to the table and poured a cup of warm water, then took out a small jade bottle from his arms and poured out an ochre-colored pill. He walked to Song Weichen, squatted down and fed the pill to her mouth.

"This is Shiquan Pills. You have a serious deficiency of Qi and blood, so taking this medicine will be of great benefit. Starting today, take one pill a day. If you can take it for a thousand days, you will be cured of tuberculosis."

"A thousand days? More than three years! Then if I round it up, it can be considered a lifetime of medication."

Song Weichen smacked her lips repeatedly. Her body had already been overwhelmed by the heavy burden, and she secretly thought that it was unknown whether she could live for a hundred days. She remembered that this medicine was extremely precious, and she thought that Zhuang Yuheng had to go through a lot of trouble to make it, so she backed out.

"Why not? I'm a person who doesn't have a strong will in doing anything. It's probably useless to eat for a while and forget about it for a while. Let's not waste it."

"Open your mouth."

Zhuang Yuheng fed the medicine into Song Weichen's mouth without any doubt, and then carefully fed her water.

"You don't have to remember. Not to mention a mere thousand days, even if it's ten thousand days, I will make sure you take your medicine on time."

Zhuang Yuheng was so meticulous that Song Weichen couldn't help feeling guilty. He was so good to her, but she pretended to be a ghost and scared his cousin. If Ruan Mianmian was really scared to death, Zhuang Yuheng would be the one who suffered.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yuheng. I bullied Ruan Mianmian a little bit in the past two days, but I don't think I hurt her. Um... don't be angry with me..."

Although Zhuang Yuheng was not here, he knew everything that had happened in Si Chen Mansion in the past few days.

Her cousin tried to harm her by eating her several times, but Song Weichen said nothing about it; she abused the maids many times, even her personal maid Guyu, but she never mentioned it. However, she felt guilty for a small punishment that could only be considered a prank. The difference in her character was immediately apparent.

Zhuang Yuheng sighed secretly and helped Song Weichen up from the meditation mat.

"Just protect yourself and don't let Mianmian's willful behavior hurt you, and I won't be angry."

"The entire Zhuang family, even with the relatives by marriage, only has Mianmian, a girl of the younger generation, and she has been spoiled beyond recognition. Even if I wanted to discipline her, I am powerless because of my elder uncles. But lately, I often think, how nice it would be if you were really my sister, and I would rather spoil you beyond recognition."

His words made Song Weichen feel sad, and an inexplicable sense of unworthiness arose. He secretly decided to be gentler on Ruan Mianmian in the future, just for Zhuang Yuheng.

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"Where's Tingfeng? Isn't he at home? It's so late, why can't I see him?"

Zhuang Yuheng's words made Song Weichen feel that inexplicable strange feeling in his heart rise again.

She looked up at the moonlight outside the window. It was already Chou hour.

What could he talk about with the princess? Why didn't he come back at this time...
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"Master Si Chen, is what Xueying said right?"

Mo Tingfeng was shocked, but he pretended to be calm as he looked at Qin Xueying. How did she know? !

"Sang Pu is Song Weichen, and the zither master is Baipao. This is her shameful secret. But don't worry, Brother Feng. As long as we help each other in the future, I will naturally keep this secret."

Mo Tingfeng drank two glasses of wine, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair.
"Princess, there is no need to worry. Tingfeng has been planning to find a suitable time to make this secret public."

"But I am really curious, how did the princess find out and when did she know?"

Qin Xueying smiled slightly, leaned forward and filled his glass with wine.

"If you really want to know, Xueying will tell you everything. There is only one condition. You must drink with me until dawn and never tell anyone else about what happened in this palace tonight. If you agree, you will drink this cup. If not, you can leave at any time and I will keep my promise to keep it secret."

Mo Tingfeng pondered for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

A charming and enchanting female giggle came from the bottom of his heart again. Tonight was really strange and tight.

"Ha ha……"

Qin Xueying also smiled. She was very satisfied with Mo Tingfeng's performance.

"Brother Feng is so straightforward, so Xueying will speak frankly. The reason why I am so sure that they are the same person is because of a bad smell."

"Stink?"

Mo Tingfeng was stunned. He had never expected this answer.

"Yes, a foul stench."

"A special smell that can only be found on the extremely evil people who have done all kinds of evil in the far north of the underworld."

"I was injured and living in Sikong Mansion. You and Baipao came to visit me. At that time, Baipao had this stench of death on him - and sister Sangpu also had it. It was exactly the same, without any difference. This made me certain that they were definitely the same person."

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Mo Tingfeng looked at Qin Xueying without saying a word.

He vaguely remembered the last time he went to Sikong Mansion to visit the injured Qin Xueying. Song Weichen had a private chat with her for a while and then came out with a shy look on his face. What did she say at that time - Qin Xueying said that she smelled like a fart, and said it was a small and unique fart.

"The extreme north of the underworld", "the stench of death", regardless of how Qin Xueying could smell this smell alone, just these two words were enough to make Mo Tingfeng uneasy. The first thing he thought of was the Ghost King and the death curse on her - he was afraid that Song Weichen had thought of this as well, but didn't want him to worry too much, so he just found an excuse to hide it from him.

Mo Tingfeng felt distressed for a moment.

"I warned the White Robe Reverend at that time that this smell would only come from extremely vicious people, and hoped that he would be careful. I never thought that when I came to the mansion this time, I didn't see the White Robe, but smelled this smell on Miss Sang Pu. Lord Si Chen also knows that Xueying has always hated evil, so it is inevitable that she would use some means to warn him."

"God is watching over us all, so please take care of yourself, Miss Song, and turn back. Otherwise, don't blame Xueying for speaking so bluntly. Even if Lord Sichen tries his best to protect us, I will definitely enforce justice for God."

Having said that, everything is clear.

Mo Tingfeng bowed to Qin Xueying and nodded.

"Thank you, Princess, for telling me the truth. However, Weiwei is definitely not a bad person. She is just under a spell. Everything will be different after the spell is removed."

"Evil magic?"

Qin Xueying raised her eyebrows.

"As the eldest princess of Meijie, I have the responsibility to punish evil and promote good. I will never cover up for my children's personal feelings."

"Brother Feng, it's not that I don't believe you, but I have an obligation to assist my father and keep watch over the other officials!"

She leaned forward, took the Heart-Seducing Harp from the Beauty Couch, and placed it on her lap. She gently stroked the strings with her fingers.
"Let me be frank. Xueying came to the mansion for two important things. The first was my father's order, asking her to dress up and come here to pay a visit to Lord Si Chen. I did it. The second was my own selfish motive. I came here to find out the details of the White Robe and his good and evil deeds."

"This is the famous 'Confusing Heart Harp'. Lord Si Chen should have heard of it. If a person with bad intentions plays the music, the person who listens to the music will fall into the realm of confusion forever; on the contrary, the person who listens to the music can be freed from doubts and have a clear mind."

"Do you dare to let Miss Song play a piece on this zither at the zither listening banquet tomorrow?"

"Whether it is good or evil, you will know it after trying it."

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Without waiting for Mo Tingfeng to speak, Qin Xueying looked at him and smiled slightly, gently plucking the strings of the zither with her fingers.

"Ding--"

It was also strange that to Mo Tingfeng's ears the sound of the piano sounded like the sound of wind chimes under the eaves of his bedroom.

He subconsciously looked up. The morning light outside the window was tinged with light gold, birds were singing, and wind chimes were ringing softly in the wind.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself standing beside the bed in the bedroom, and the little person he had been thinking about day and night was sleeping on the bed.

Song Weichen was sleeping soundly with his face facing the inside of the bed, with one arm and leg exposed. He curled up into a ball and hugged the quilt, revealing a small part of his milky white lower back.

Why is she wearing such strange clothes?
Mo Tingfeng remembered that this was the day when he first met Song Weichen in the dream world. He rescued her unconscious from the soul-carrying boat on the black water of Wangchuan River and brought her back to Sichen Mansion.

It was on that day that she became the deputy white robe, and it was also on that day that she stayed in his bedroom in this appearance - that strange dress, she called it pajamas.

Is it a dream?
How many first encounters do we have in life?
Looking at the sleeping profile, Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but smile. He leaned forward slightly and reached out to touch her face.