Chapter 50

At sunset, Bingwen asked sang Yi to go back first and went to Shuangsheng Inn alone. These days, he has been thinking about telling him before leaving Beijing in early summer that it is best to take Xie Jiming to his yard to live before the scientific examination.

He mentioned it to Xie Jiming several times, but he refused it without any discussion.

Bingwen frowns and doesn't know what to do.

At Shuangsheng Inn, Yin Guangbo and Kong Changhui still gather in shizhongfei's room. Bingwen invited them to have dinner together. The four had a good time drinking and talking about poetry.

Until the dawn of the lantern, the moon has tilted to the west, the time of the sea has come, and people set the time.

Bingwen raised a toast to them and wished them a golden list tomorrow. All three were smiling and modest, and drank it at once.

Bingwen sent the three of them upstairs. When they returned to their room, they came to Xie Jiming's room and knocked at the door.

Xie Jiming opened the door and saw that it was him. He went back to the house without expression.

Bingwen was used to this smelly stone and asked with a smile, "won't Mr. Xie go back to the yard with me?"

"Are you annoying? You said you wouldn't go." Xie Jiming looked disgusted.

"I heard that the four halls came down three times and were pouted back by you?"

Xie Jiming snorted coldly.

"If you hadn't taken out that handwritten letter, you wouldn't have been pouted back by me many times."

Bingwen helped his forehead. He felt a little headache and asked curiously, "I sent that handwritten letter to my husband. Really don't you share it with me?"

"You didn't write it. Don't you know someone who writes calligraphy? Ask yourself."

Bingwen pressed his temple and felt that if he said more words to Xie Jiming, he would have to reduce his life by a few years.

"Since you won't go back with me, I'll live with you tonight." Bingwen thought that he couldn't move. Bian Hao stayed to protect Xie Jiming and just slept here himself.

"No, what are you doing with me?" Jie Jiming's disgust on his face pushed him out.

"Hey, hey, I tell you, it's the person who wrote the calligraphy who told me to protect your safety before the scientific examination." Bingwen shouted as he pushed away his hand.

"He asked?" Xie Jiming stopped pushing.

Bingwen nodded sincerely.

"Then sleep in that bed and don't hinder me from reading."

Bingwen looked at Xie Jiming's slightly soft face and thought that smelly stone had really become a good face.

Bingwen stayed in the room bored. Looking at Xie Jiming who was reading alone, he said, "you usually read enough books. Just relax before the exam."

Xie Jiming put down the book and glanced at him.

When Bingwen saw that he had put down his book, he proposed, "how about playing chess?"

Xie Jiming thought for a while and agreed. The two played chess.

After a few sets, the two came and went back. It's hard to tell the difference.

Bingwen looked at the night and it was almost midnight. He said to the cheerful Xie Jiming, go to bed first, and get up early tomorrow to catch the exam.

Xie Jiming was still full of meaning. He said to Bingwen with a pleasant face: "we'll do it after the exam."

Bingwen couldn't help laughing. It turns out that playing a few games of chess can improve the relationship

After turning off the light, before long, Bingwen heard Ji Ming's symmetrical breathing sound. And he was lying in bed tossing and turning.

The ugly time has come, and the cock has just passed.

Bingwen listened to the watchman beating bangs and gongs on the night patrol outside, and the sound changed from slow to fast. He played three times in a row before he finished.

It's been four more days. Bingwen thinks that Xu is worried too much.

Because of the shock of the Huiwang mansion incident in the morning and the chess game with Xie Jiming just now. Bingwen finally fell asleep.

Just before the dream, Bingwen suddenly heard the sound of sharp blades in the battle of weapons. He suddenly woke up and hurriedly got up to light the light. As soon as the candle was on, with the hot burning of the wick, the window suddenly broke. A man in black, covered in the night, rushed in with murderous spirit.

"Someone, report to the official, there are assassins!" Bingwen shouted loudly, trying to wake the people in the inn from their dreams.

The masked man glared at him and didn't have time to pay attention to him. The long sword pointed at Xie Jiming and bullied him.

Bingwen saw the masked man's sword stabbing to know Ji Ming, but he couldn't manage so much, so he rushed directly to Xie Ji Ming. He thought in his heart that he had to protect and understand Ji Ming's life anyway, and could not bear the entrustment of early summer.

When Xie Jiming heard the shouts of Bingwen, he was waking up hazily and had not recovered his mind. He was pressed by Bingwen, and a sword light flashed through his eyes. He saw that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Bingwen's back. He suddenly woke up and wanted to push away Bingwen. But it was pressed to death. Where did it move.

Xie Jiming closed his eyes in horror and didn't dare to look directly at the body of the sword. But at this time, the roof suddenly collapsed and tiles fell one after another. Bian Hao fell from the sky, slashed his long sword and picked out the man in black.

Bingwen held his dying heart and suddenly heard the "hiss" of the sharp blade breaking open the sky. Mu ran turned back, saw Bian Hao and settled down.

"Childe, there are four people in total. I was entangled by three people and came late."

Bian Hao stood beside Bingwen, standing like a pine, full of war.

"Young master, do you want to keep him alive?" Bian Hao's sword eyebrows frowned slightly. It seemed that he hesitated to start. He turned his head and asked Bingwen.

Bingwen suddenly saw Bian Hao's face turned to himself at the moment. He nodded hurriedly, then his pupils widened and exclaimed, "be careful!"

It turned out that when the masked man listened to his provocative words, his heart had already ignited a raging anger and his eyes were full of killing opportunities. Seeing the empty door at the back of Bian Hao's neck open, he stabbed him with his sword.

Bian Hao was calm as before, his ears moved slightly, and he waved the first sword with his backhand, "Dang", and the masked man's long sword fell to the ground. Flying and waving the second sword, the masked man dropped several wisps of green silk. Holding a sword flower in the air, he waved the third sword from top to bottom, and the mask of the masked man was cut off and dropped. He hurriedly covered his face and turned out of the window.

"Stop chasing." Bingwen saw that the assassin had fled and was afraid that he might lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Bian Hao was about to chase after him. He was stopped by Bingwen and stopped suddenly.

Bian Hao saluted and Bingwen nodded.

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