After resigning, I switched to fortune-telling

Chapter 30

*10.

Xie Tangru has held bows and arrows many times.

But since the first time he held a bow and arrow, his hands have always been steady, without any hesitation—no matter whether the sharp arrow is aimed at a beast or a person.

No matter how frivolous his appearance is, he is always decisive and calm inside, and never hesitates after making a decision.

Xie Tang pointed the arrow at the person on horseback like drawing a bow and nodding an arrow.The wood-grained lattice windows were opened outwards, and the wind carried the heat of midsummer and curled his hair, covering his cold and dark eyes.

The fingers holding the arrow were slightly tense, and the veins on the snow-white wrist bones were exposed.As long as it is loosened, the arrow that has been polished countless times, and the poisonous arrow will immediately fly out of the string.

The voices of the diners are still ringing.

"Has His Highness King Cheng's army entered the city?"

"His Royal Highness Cheng Wang has returned to Beijing!" Immediately, people slapped the table and stood up, flocking to the window to see the orderly and solemn army.They came in the shadow of the morning sun, and their horseshoes stepped on the quiet long street, stirring up dust.

"Your Highness is back!" Someone cheered, and then there were shouts one after another.

"His Royal Highness Cheng Wang!"

"It's really His Royal Highness Cheng! The one who protects us from the Turks!"

Every syllable in these voices reveals the joy and joy in the heart.

"........."

Xie Tangru's eyes kept falling on Shang Qingyao's body, separated by an invisible barrier, his eyes were obscure and complicated.Out of the corner of his eyes, the sharp silver arrow was always on, but the long-term thinking and weighing made the expression on his face more indifferent and unpredictable.

The arrow wobbled, and slowly moved away from the position aimed at Shang Qingyao's face.The voices of joy in my ears continued to ring out, with admiration and gratitude to Shang Qingyao.

Xie Tangru loosened his fingers.

The bow and arrow were withdrawn, and the sight was also withdrawn.The moment Xie Tangru looked away, he caught a glimpse of a hunchbacked old man in civilian clothes rushing forward and stuffing the basket in his hand into Shang Qingyao's arms.His Royal Highness Cheng Wang, who had always been strategizing and calm, reined in the reins, holding a basket full of eggs in one hand, showing an obviously bewildered expression for the first time.

Xie Tangru couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw it, the curve of his lips curled up, and the moment was gone.

King Cheng seemed to have sensed his gaze. He turned his gaze to look in the direction of his gaze, but only saw the closed wooden lattice windows and the lantern with soft tassels hanging under the eaves of the restaurant. Reflecting a thin and straight silhouette.

The man seemed to be looking at something with his head down.

For example, a bow and arrow.

Xie Tangru played with the sharp arrow, this was the first time he gave up his plan midway, not because of sudden changes in the situation or the situation getting out of control, it was just that he wanted to do so.

...It's just that he wanted to find out what purpose Shang Qingyao had locked him in the Qingtai Terrace in the dream.

He quickly convinced himself, put down his bow and arrow and poured himself a glass of wine.Immediately, someone appeared in front of Xie Tangru from the hiding place, took away the bow, crossbow and arrows on the table, and hid in the darkness again.

There was no extra words, as if Xie Tangru took everything for granted.They are the most loyal executors, and they are the invincible sharp knives in Xie Tangru's hands.

Even if Xie Tangru ordered them to kill Cheng Wang at all costs, it is estimated that these people under him would do it—of course, Xie Tangru would not issue such a stupid and difficult order.

.........

The strong wine burned his throat, and the heat flowed through his blood vessels, and finally filled his face, and his eyes were blurred with fine water in an instant.

Xie Tangru smiled slightly, shaking the paper fan, the fan was painted with misty rain and green hills, peach blossoms dipped in water, it was very elegant.He opened the window, and the hot wind rushed up along the breath of the soldiers on the street, blowing on Xie Tangru's face.A layer of peach blossom-like red appeared on his delicate face, as if clouds were piled up, making him feel light and light.

Looking at the street below with his face propped up, he rested his hands on the window sill, looking half-drunk, lazily pinching the fan with weak fingers, and the jade tassel hanging from the handle fluttered in the wind.

Seeing Shang Qingyao riding his horse past, Xie Tangru couldn't help but bend his eyes and sneered softly, then the fan slipped from his hand and fell on Shang Qingyao unexpectedly!

Xie Tangru stretched out his hand: "..."

Shang Qingyao immediately reacted, grabbed the fan, and looked up in the direction where the fan fell. The handsome young man was lazily lying half-lying by the window, with one arm stretched out of the window, as if wanting to To catch the fan that fell out, the young man showed a slightly astonished expression when he saw the fan was caught by Shang Qingyao.

——he remembered the first time we met that day.

It seems to be exactly the same scene.

As if the scene of the first meeting was unsatisfactory because of some concealment, a more flawless first meeting scene was re-presented like a re-enactment.

After the astonishment passed, Xie Tangru couldn't help laughing playfully.Shang Qingyao met him in this way when he used a false identity, and today, he met "His Royal Highness Cheng Wang" in the same way.It's like the established fate and natural fate that Zhang Xianshi said.

But Xie Tangru didn't intend to repeat the purpose of the play again.

So he turned his face to the side, and casually said to the bottom: "The fan accidentally fell off, I'm sorry. I'll send you to make an apology."

Shang Qingyao held the fan in his hand and looked at Xie Tangru without blinking.

The author has something to say: Because I think it is more appropriate to end this chapter here, so I will add so much today.I can rest tomorrow, and I will try to write more on the weekend.