Chapter 137 Double Skin Milk (5)

Jing'an cried bitterly over a dead bird when she was young. In Jinghui's eyes, she was pure and kind-hearted, but in Jingxin's eyes, it was a different story.

"The bird was obviously scratched in the neck by a sharp blade and died of excessive blood loss. At that time, the young Jing'an didn't know much about disguise, and the blood on the blade of the small dagger had not been wiped clean. How did the bird die? You can naturally tell the purity of your heart at a glance." Lin Fei said, "But Jing'an, who was holding the bird and crying bitterly, said that the bird fell down and died after being tired from flying."

A young child just wants to cover up the flawless clothes that cannot be covered up, and the lies he tells can be seen clearly.

What frightened Jing Xin was what Jing An did and his attitude afterwards. At a young age, he can attack a life without changing his face. After doing so, he will cover it up and even pretend to cry in an attempt to get away with it.

The more Jing Xin watched, the more frightened she became. Deep down in her heart, she felt that Jing An was an extremely dangerous person. Therefore, every time Jing'an begged him to teach him martial arts, she put it off until her condition worsened and she could no longer live for long, thinking that it was the girl's flesh and blood that taught her some self-defense skills.

I just didn't expect that her self-defense skills could also be used to harm others.

When Jinghui heard this, she paused for a long time, moved her lips, and murmured: "My tricks are really in vain."

She only saw that Jing'an was holding the dead bird and crying bitterly, which was pure kindness, but she didn't pay attention to why the bird died.

When she was young, she killed birds, but when she grew up, she killed people. After killing people, she could express her grievances and weaknesses in an emotional and emotional way, making people willing to take the blame for her.

This... is this something a normal person would do?

Jinghui felt a sudden chill on the soles of her feet. Thinking that she had been under the same roof with such a person for so long, she felt that she was lucky to have lived for so long.

"It's not that she can't bear to attack me," Jinghui said with a bitter smile, "She just wants me to be her scapegoat!"

Be it Jing Hui, Zhuang Meiniang, or even Zhou Dagui, these people are all the scapegoats prepared by Jing'an.

Hidden beneath her pitiful appearance, perhaps as Tangyuan said, is a monster that can "paint skin" and eat people.

For a murderer like Jing'an, it is unnecessary to ask the reason for killing. She just wanted to kill, that's all.

After leaving the interrogation of Jing'an to Liu Yuantong and Wei Fu, Lin Fei turned to look at Wen Mingtang, who was asking the woman who was humming "Ruan Shiniang": "Who taught you this song?"

The woman hummed and laughed. Under the sun, the smile on her face that was not mentally sound was pure: "Bodhisattva...taught it."

Well! It seems that Jing'an also painted his skin to look like a Bodhisattva to deceive the woman, as if he told her to imprison her in Qude Temple to atone for her sins, and the woman obediently complied.

Haunting and all that is just a cover planned by Jing'an, nothing more.

As for why this woman was asked to stay in Gude Temple...

"This must be the peace of mind that Jing'an seeks after killing people." When Lin Fei said this, he suddenly let out a light sigh.

This was the first time Wen Mingtang saw such a "rich" expression on Lin Fei's face, and his eyes couldn't help but stay on his face for a moment longer.

After stopping, she saw Lin Fei looking up at her.

"You're not afraid of gods and Buddhas when you're killing people, but you're afraid again after killing people. Do you think it's interesting to burn incense and worship Buddhas and tinker with the magic of gods and Buddhas?" Lin Fei said.

Wen Mingtang glanced behind him subconsciously and saw that there was no one else except the woman who was still lowering her head and playing with her braid and humming "Ruan Shiniang". Only then did she realize that Lin Fei was talking to her, so she nodded and said, "That's what Lin Shaoqing said."

This son of a famous family who became the Young Minister of Dali Temple at a young age not only has a proud family background and an outstanding face, but his face is not inferior at all.

Lin Fei glanced at her, paused, and said, "I saw you were reading the poems of the ruthless scholar just now."

Just now, when Lin Fei was talking to Jing Hui and Zhuang Meiniang, she casually flipped through the poems of the ruthless scholar when she had nothing to do. Unexpectedly, he noticed that she was standing quietly beside him.

Now, when he asked, Wen Mingtang spread his hands and said frankly: "That scholar is not very good at writing, but he knows how to make a woman happy. No wonder he is so successful!"

Those heart-warming poems and songs are deeply emotional and touching, and vividly express the helplessness of "I wish I could meet you before you are married".

No wonder many women knew he had a wife and a daughter, but they still rushed into his arms like moths to a flame.

The poems are so affectionate, but people...

Seeing Wen Mingtang couldn't help but shake his head, Lin Fei said: "He gave all his affectionate words to that piece of poetry."

"The deepest love is in poetry, and the only thing left for people is reality." Wen Mingtang yawned lazily, glanced at Lin Fei, and said, "Don't worry, Lin Shaoqing, I don't even have that fiancé named... I remember what it was like to be alive, but you can’t lie to me.”

Lin Shaoqing, who looked cold and indifferent, was very concerned about her and her fiancé, who had no idea who they were.

This wasn't the first time that something had happened to remind her.

"It's good if you know." Lin Fei nodded after hearing what she said. Looking at the girl's laziness and yawning, he paused and said seriously, "I'm afraid you'll see that he's a good-looking child. Bewitched. Like your fiancé, like the scholar, it is very likely that he will cause trouble. When the time comes, you will look more like someone who will take the path of Jing'an than an ordinary woman who cries and is sad. people."

Wen Mingtang: "..."

Lin Shaoqing's interest in her is worse than not being interested in her! How can this be said?

Fascinated by appearances? Wen Mingtang raised his head and looked at Lin Fei. It would not be an exaggeration to say that his face stood out in the sunlight and was unparalleled in the world.

Wen Mingtang felt that he should let Lin Fei completely relax, so he raised his finger and pointed at his face, saying: "Lin Shaoqing thinks my fiancé can be more outstanding than you? The little girl is not talented, and she may not be able to handle the delicacies." Live, but when you meet someone... For Lin Shaoqing, who is so unique and stunning in the world, my little girl has never been fascinated by her appearance. How can she be fascinated by his good face? "

Wen Mingtang felt that what he said should reassure Lin Shaoqing that he would not become the second best in Jing'an.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, she saw Lin Fei glance at her, turn around and walk away. He walked hurriedly and fast, and his back seemed a bit hasty and embarrassed.

Wen Mingtang: "..."

Although she probably had a face that could not be found anywhere else in the capital, her "Shura Thunder" method was well-known. It was the first time for Lin Fei to meet someone who praised her so frankly. Kindly.

Wen Mingtang shrugged: she didn't feel anything embarrassed. But presumably after this, Lin Shaoqing should be completely assured that she will not become the second Jing'an.

After looking at the sundial on the square in the middle of Dali Temple, Wen Mingtang turned and walked towards the public kitchen: It's time to go back and make the evening meal!