I'm the villain in the book

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"Oh well, I shouldn't have asked more."

Wei Changtian smiled, and said "you shouldn't ask too much", but then asked in the next sentence:

"Miss Cui'er, have you been in the He family for many years?"

"Well, I entered the He family when I was young."

Cui'er wasn't vigilant either, although she still couldn't figure out why Wei Changtian wanted to inquire about her affairs, she replied truthfully, "It's been ten years."

"Ten years. No wonder Brother He cares so much about you."

Wei Changtian said something casually, while Cui'er lowered her head very shyly.

Obviously, like Yuan'er and Qiuyun, Cui'er should have been by He Jing's side since childhood.

Although the He family is not comparable to the Wei family, her identity is probably not a "common room maid", and she may not have a physical relationship with He Jing.

But it could be seen that Tweety was quite fond of He Jing, and the latter also had some affection for her.

Therefore, after He Jing married his wife, there is a high probability that Tweety can "convert" to become a concubine.

No wonder she was so shy now.

"Haha, although I haven't known Brother He for long, I can tell that he has excellent character."

Glancing at Tweety, who was blushing, Wei Changtian smiled, "You won't be wronged if you follow him."

"Let, let the son laugh."

The blush on Tweety's face had spread to the base of her neck at this moment, and her voice was as quiet as a mosquito humming.

Shy and happy in her heart, she didn't know what to say after she answered.

And Wei Changtian smiled, and his eyes fell on the peach hairpin again.

".Do you like peach blossoms?"

After a while, Wei Changtian suddenly asked a somewhat inexplicable question.

Cui'er couldn't help being taken aback when she heard the words, and after noticing Wei Changtian's gaze, she subconsciously reached out and touched the hairpin in her hair, and replied softly:

"My lord, Taohua's words. I can't say whether I like it or not. The servant girl just likes the hairpin."

"Because Brother He gave you this?"

"Yes"

"..."

Opening his mouth, Wei Changtian was suddenly at a loss for words, and after a long silence, he just said softly "It's good".

Tweety was a little puzzled by his question and reaction, just as she was about to ask something, the door not far away was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and the next moment, He Jing, who had finally recovered, ran away in a hurry come out. .

"Brother Wei, Wei! Your poem."

The voice stopped abruptly, and when He Jing saw Cui'er beside Wei Changtian, he didn't finish speaking, but said to the latter in a deep voice:

"Hurry up and prepare dinner!"

"what?"

Cui'er didn't know what happened, but He Jing's expression was not right.

She wanted to ask, but since Wei Changtian was still here, she hesitated for a while, then nodded, turned and walked away.

And it wasn't until then that He Jing finally lowered his voice and said to Wei Changtian in a panic:

"Brother Wei, Wei! You are anti-poetry!"

"Oh? Why do you think it's anti-poetry?"

Wei Changtian smiled: "Just because of the word Lu Jing in the poem?"

"if not?"

He Jing's eyes widened: "The word Lu refers to the Lu family in Dahui, and the word Jing refers to my Chaojing family, plus the old Tangqian Yan. Isn't this an anti-poetry?"

"Brother He."

There was no further rebuttal or explanation.

Wei Changtian just turned his head to look at He Jing, who was blushing, and asked with a smile: "If it's really anti-poetry, will you go to the government to report me?"

"Of course not."

He Jing stepped back vigilantly: "But brother Wei, please don't associate with me again."

"Ah."

Nodding with a calm expression, Wei Changtian seemed to be quite satisfied with the answer.

He glanced at Tweety who had gone away again, then looked away, and said the last sentence to He Jing.

"Brother He, what this poem says will soon come true. If you trust me, you should prepare early."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Wei Changtian turned around and left the small courtyard without caring about the astonished He Jing.

The former was still standing there blankly, repeating Wei Changtian's last words in his mind.

What this poem says will soon come true.

Now Lu Hongji has long since died, and the Great Hui has long since been destroyed, becoming the so-called Great Chu.

So, brother Wei is referring to

His pupils shrank suddenly, and He Jing only felt his legs go limp, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

"This, this shouldn't be possible."

He kept muttering the same sentence in his mouth, and after a long time, he suddenly looked up belatedly, but he couldn't see Wei Changtian's figure anymore.

At this moment, He Jing certainly understood that Wei Changtian's identity was not as "simple" as he said, but he was not connected with the famous "Wei Yanluo".

In his opinion, Wei Changtian should be a spy sent by the rebels.

So, do you want to report to the official?

If it is true, this is undoubtedly a great achievement, and perhaps one can become an official without taking the imperial examination.

but

Gritting his teeth, He Jing neither listened to Wei Changtian's "crazy talk" nor reported it to the officials.

He only felt that Wei Changtian was quite talented, and he was very close to him, so he couldn't bear to betray him.

Slowly getting up from the ground, and patting the dust off his body, He Jing walked into the house a little uneasy.

At this moment, he is actually still a little entangled in whether his choice is right or not.

And He Jing probably never would have imagined that it was his slightly hesitant choice today that saved the entire He family not long after.

Chapter 949 Clouds cover the sun and swallows return to their nests ([-])

When Wei Changtian bid farewell to He Jing and walked back to the courtyard where he lived in the setting sun, Duan Fangping and the others hadn't come back yet.

I made myself a pot of tea, sat in the front hall, and recalled the conversation with Tweet just now in my mind.

Undoubtedly, no matter from which point of view, Tweety has nothing to do with You Jia, not even "long-lost sisters".

But coincidentally, there are so many similarities between the two.

To be honest, Wei Changtian actually didn't know what he was going to do on this trip.

Do you want to verify this long-established conjecture?

Or do you want to see "Yu Jia" again?

but what's the point

Playing with the teacup, Wei Changtian turned his head to look at the scenery outside the house with complicated eyes.

He still doesn't know the answer to the question of Yujia's life or death.

It's not that you can't know, but you don't know.

After all, after Ning Yongnian's death, Daning Longwei had either died or fled, and it no longer existed. Ning Wenjun also found out the secret room where the Longwei's life card was stored.

In fact, the latter immediately sent a letter to report the matter.

But Wei Changtian didn't read the secret letter, he just let Chu Xianping read it and then burned the letter.

Of course, burning the letter doesn't mean it's a secret.

At the very least, if Wei Changtian wants to know whether Youjia is dead or alive, he only needs to send a letter to ask, and he will get an accurate reply within half an hour.

But he never did.

The reason for this was not clear to Wei Changtian himself.

Maybe I still feel a little bit guilty.

"Ugh."

Sighing, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Outside the house, a few pieces of floating clouds were painted with a layer of golden glaze by the setting sun.

People walk in the streets and alleys at dusk, the huge capital city is both quiet and noisy, gradually lighting up a little bit of light in the darkening sky.

The evening wind has arrived, and the clouds have been blown away, and they are no longer layered and scattered.

As if in the blink of an eye, the world went from dusk to night.

The stars are all over the night sky, echoing the thousands of lights on the ground, and connecting together in the sky.

And not long after Duan Fangping and the others came back, candlelight finally lit up in the small courtyard.

In the swaying light and shadow, exaggerated and presumptuous laughter echoed in the night sky again, like dark clouds covering the stars in the sky.

Although the huge city was still brightly lit under the night, it seemed to be shrouded in this shadow, struggling and falling into the bottomless abyss powerlessly.

The next morning.

At the beginning of Chen Shi, there were still two hours before Jing Guoqing recited the call to action on the Meridian Gate.

After the last night of "preparing for battle", Duan Fangping and the others "can't wait" to go out first, heading straight to the four directions of east, west, north and south.

Wei Changtian, on the other hand, calmly sent a few messages to Yang Liushi to make sure that his whereabouts had not been exposed, and everyone thought he was still among the rebels, so he walked out of the small courtyard.

Turning around and locking the courtyard door, he walked towards the entrance of the alley in a leisurely manner, and soon reached the entrance of the courtyard where He Jing lived.

Maybe it's a little late today, but He Jing has already finished his "morning reading".

It may also be that his own visit yesterday made him sleepless, so he forgot about it.

Anyway, Wei Changtian didn't meet He Jing today, instead he bumped into Cui Er who was cleaning the courtyard gate.

"Young Master Wei."

Smiling and nodding to Wei Changtian, the latter's voice was still as crisp as an oriole.

It seems that He Jing didn't tell her about the "anti-poetry".

"Miss Tweety."

After stopping the walk and saying hello, Wei Changtian also asked with a smile: "Why didn't Brother He come out to endorse today?"

"Ah, he said he didn't sleep well yesterday, and he's making up for it in the house right now."

Tweety answered honestly and simply: "Yesterday, after the young master left, he has been fidgeting all the time. I think he is still pondering over the poems you talked to him."

"I don't know how late I thought about it last night, but I couldn't get up this morning."

"Oh, it's time to take a good rest."

Wei Changtian smiled and didn't say much: "Miss Cui'er, I have to go out to do some errands, so I won't chat with you any more."

"My lord, go slowly. Ah, that's right!"

As if suddenly remembering something, Tweety asked in a low voice with some embarrassment: "Mr. Wei, where did you buy the pastries you brought yesterday?"

"Huh? Brother He likes to eat?"

"No, it's not my son, it's me"