Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

At sunset, Bingwen asked Sang Yi to go back first, and went to the Shuangsheng Inn by himself. For the past few days, he has been thinking about Xia Chu’s instructions before he left Beijing, that it is best to bring Xie Jiming to his yard to live before the scientific examination begins.

He mentioned it to Xie Jiming several times, but he didn’t frown, and he didn’t know what to do.

When they arrived at the Double Saint Inn, Yin Guangbo and Kong Changhui were still gathered in Shi Zhongfei’s room. Bingwen invited them to come down for dinner, and the four of them enjoyed the wine and talked about poetry.

Until the beginning of the lantern, the moon has already slanted to the west, the time of Hai has come, and the time has come.

Bingwen toasted them and wished them the title of the gold medal list tomorrow. The three of them all smiled humbly and drank it all.

Bingwen sent the three of them upstairs, and after they returned to the room, he came to Xie Jiming’s room and knocked on the door.

Xie Jiming opened the door and saw that it was him, and returned to the house with a blank expression.

Bingwen was used to this stinky stone, and asked with a smile, “Mr. Xie, won’t you go back to the yard with me?”

“Are you annoying or not, if you say no, you won’t go.” Xie Jiming showed a look of disgust.

“I heard that the fourth prince came down three times, and you pushed them back?”

Xie Jiming snorted coldly.

“If you hadn’t taken out that handwritten letter, you wouldn’t know how many times you’d been pushed back by me.”

Bingwen rested his forehead, feeling a little headache, and asked curiously, “I gave that handwritten letter to my husband, do you really want to share it with me?”

“You didn’t write it. Don’t you know someone who wrote handwriting? Go ask yourself.”

Bingwen pressed his temples and felt that if he said a few more words to Xie Jiming, he would lose a few years of his life.

“Since you won’t go back with me, then I’ll live with you tonight.” Bingwen thought, he could hardly stay Bian Hao to protect Xie Jiming, so he could just sleep here.

“No, why are you relying on me?” Xie Jiming looked disgusted and pushed him to go out.

“Hey, hey, let me tell you, it was the person who wrote the handwriting who told me to protect your safety before the exam.” Bingwen pushed his hand away and shouted.

“What did he instruct?” Xie Jiming stopped pushing.

Bingwen nodded sincerely.

“Then sleep in that bed, don’t get in the way.”

Bingwen looked at Xie Jiming’s slightly soft face and thought to himself, Stinky Stone has really become a good face.

Bingwen was bored in the room, looked at Xie Jiming who was reading alone and said, “You usually read enough books, so just relax before the exam.”

Xie Jiming rarely put down the book and glanced at him.

Seeing that he put down the book, Bingwen suggested, “How about we play chess?”

Xie Jiming pondered for a while, but agreed, and the two set up the chessboard to play a game.

After a few games, the two actually went back and forth.

Bingwen looked at the night, it was almost midnight. Then he said to Xie Jiming who was in high spirits, go to bed first, and get up early tomorrow to take the exam.

Xie Jiming still didn’t know what to do, and said to Bingwen kindly: “We’ll go after the test.”

Bingwen couldn’t help laughing, it turns out that a few games of chess can make a good relationship…

After turning off the lights, it didn’t take long for Bingwen to hear Ji Ming’s well-proportioned breathing. And he was lying on the bed tossing and turning.

The time of ugliness has come, and the rooster has just passed.

Bingwen listened to the watchman on the night watch outside, banging his clapper and beating the gong.

It has been four watch, Bingwen thought that Xu was thinking too much.

Because of the shock of the Huiwang Mansion incident in the morning, and the chess game with Xie Jiming just now, I was troubled. Bingwen finally felt sleepy and gradually fell asleep.

Just when he was about to dream, Bingwen suddenly heard the sound of sharp blades clashing with weapons. He woke up instantly and hurriedly got up to light the lamp. The candle was just lit, and as the wick was burning hot, the window suddenly shattered, and a man in black, covering his face in the night, rushed in with a murderous aura.

“Someone, reporter, there are assassins!” Bingwen shouted loudly, trying to wake the people in the inn from their dreams.

The masked man glared at him, but he didn’t have time to pay attention to him.

Bingwen saw that the masked man stabbed Xie Jiming aggressively with sword energy, but he couldn’t control it so much, and threw himself directly at Xie Jiming. He thought in his heart that he had to protect Ji Ming’s life no matter what, and couldn’t bear Xia Chu’s entrustment.

And when Xie Jiming heard Bingwen’s voice, he was just waking up in a haze, and he had not yet regained his senses. He was pressed down by Bingwen, a sword light flashed through his eyes, and he saw that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Bingwen’s back. He suddenly woke up and wanted to push Bingwen away. But it was pressed to death, and where did it move.

Xie Jiming closed his eyes in horror, not daring to look directly at Bingwen’s flesh and blood. But at this moment, the roof suddenly collapsed and the tiles fell. Bian Hao fell from the sky, his long sword slashed horizontally, and the man in black was swept away.

Bingwen held the heart of mortal death, and suddenly heard the “squeak” of the sharp blade breaking through the sky. Mu Ran turned around, saw Bian Hao, and felt at ease.

“Master, there are four people in total. I was entangled by three people, and I came a little late.”

Bian Hao stood beside Bingwen, standing like a pine tree, overflowing with fighting spirit.

“Young Master, do you want to keep him alive?” Bian Haojian frowned slightly, as if hesitating about the seriousness of what to do, he turned his head and asked Bingwen.

Bingwen suddenly saw Bian Hao’s chilling face turned to him at the moment, he nodded hurriedly, then his pupils dilated, and exclaimed: “Be careful!”

It turned out that the masked man listened to his provocative words, and his heart was already burning with anger, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. Seeing that the empty door at the back of Bian Hao’s neck was wide open, he raised his sword and stabbed it.

Bian Hao was as calm as ever, his ears moved slightly, and he swung the first sword with his backhand. With a sound of “dang”, the masked man’s sword fell to the ground. Flying and swinging the second sword, the masked man dropped a few strands of blue silk. A sword flower was pulled in the air, and the third sword was swung from top to bottom, and the mask of the masked man was cut off and dropped. He hurriedly covered his face and rolled over out of the window.

“Stop chasing.” Seeing that the assassin had already fled, Bingwen was afraid that he might move away from the mountain.

Bian Hao was about to chase, but was stopped by Bingwen and stopped abruptly.

Bian Hao bowed and Bingwen nodded.

Bian Hao jumped from the window and disappeared into the darkness.