kvmb Chapter 307 Catching the Girl Who Can Read Pulse
Chapter 307 Catching the Girl Who Can Read Pulse
"Sizi's little heart, which is about to be transplanted, is still hurting in the hands of that bad guy!" Cong Xiaoye, Niwanzi's little apprentice, patted the round horizontal sword at his waist and thought to himself: When I catch that bad guy later, I must use the scabbard to slap his butt and let him know how powerful I am! The red tassel on his sword hilt made a pattering sound like a little tail sweeping across the bluestone slab.
That day, Niwan and his apprentice were strolling through the streets with their matching short legs when suddenly a babyish scream came from the east! A young boy in a blue jacket snatched a sparkling gold hairpin and, like a little eel coated in honey, darted into the alley and disappeared!
Niwan Zi stared in the direction where the thieves had disappeared, bit her lip, and mentally encouraged herself: I must find Si Zi's heart today, no matter what. I can't let these thieves get away with it again!
The days of investigation had left him weak and pale. Suddenly, he saw a snow-white pony named Pony tied up by the roadside, with black spots on its hooves.
Niwanzi leaped onto the horse's back with a "whoosh," and then heard the horse owner's young stable boy whining behind him: "That's the little horse that delivers charcoal to the Minister of Personnel—" Looking at the little horse, it also looked aggrieved...
When they chased the bad guys to the back alley of Zongzheng Temple, they disappeared again with a "poof"! Cong Xiaoye tiptoed to inquire and found out that the alley could only be exited at the front street entrance. He thought to himself: Humph, let's see how my master and I wait for them to come to us and find these cunning guys!
So the two hid under the big locust tree, disguising themselves as vendors selling flatbread. Cong Xiaoye secretly took a big bite of the dough, puffed out her cheeks, and pretended to be serious, but her eyes were darting around, constantly keeping an eye on her surroundings.
After waiting and waiting, half a cup of sweet tea had passed when a scholar in a gray coat finally slowly walked out. There was a small red dot behind his ear, like strawberry jam dripped on white rice.
Cong Xiaoye's bright little eyes widened like delicious glutinous rice balls. He quietly tugged at Niwanzi's sleeve and muttered, "Master, could that little strawberry dot be a mark of a bad person?"
Cong Xiaoye felt both nervous and excited, her sword swaying at her waist. Niwan Zi also stared intently at the gray-robed scholar, secretly pondering: This scholar looks suspicious; could he be one of the thieves? I must be careful.
With a flick of his wrist, like a candied hawthorn skewer, Niwanzi sent the ox-binding rope flying out with a "whoosh" and precisely looping it around the scholar's neck!
Cong Xiaoye's sweet, childlike voice snapped, "Instead of reading the Tang Code at night, this scholar is climbing over walls like a kitten?"
The scholar, his eyes rolling back in his head from the choking, his tongue lolling out like a thieving orange cat, cried out, "Young master, you misunderstand! I was merely going to... to meet a chess friend!"
Just then, a series of exclamations in Persian came from Chengtian Gate! Cong Xiaoye dropped the yak jerky in his mouth with a "thud" and ran away.
Hua Niang, with half a piece of dried meat in her mouth, followed after them. She saw the Hu merchant couple running around in a panic, like sesame-filled dumplings on a hot plate—their leather pouches had been cut open, and the hundred glittering gold ingots and the house deed had all vanished!
The Persian woman's tears fell in a steady stream onto her purple robe, like melting strawberry jam spreading across the white dough.
An old man with a cane in the teahouse, his white beard trembling, remarked: "Around 7:45 AM, a flock of pigeons flew over in a dark mass, like a black cloud falling into sweet soup! A woman coughed so loudly it shook the earth, spilling the spicy soup on the next table!"
"A flock of pigeons?" Niwanzi squatted on the ground, pinching a few broken grains of rice, her little brows furrowed into a tight knot. Pigeons in Tubo City were rarer than fireworks during the New Year; even the pigeon farms couldn't keep up with demand! She thought to herself as she rode her horse to the clinic to see the woman.
He stared intently at the woman who resembled Du Xiaobing. The female doctor dispensed a dose of medicine from her pouch at her waist. Suddenly, Niwanzi felt as if a light, floating mass had been stuffed into his head, making him dizzy. He felt as if he had just drunk three large bowls of osmanthus wine, and even his ears started to burn.
The doctor's wife reacted quickly, catching him like a glutinous rice ball about to fall. When she placed her fingertips on his pulse, she teased, "The calming pills are so sweet, how can you treat them like candied cherries and eat them one after another?"
Niwanzi's eyes widened instantly, looking like two freshly cooked glutinous rice balls, and her mouth involuntarily opened slightly. Her heart pounded with shock: "My God! Does this fairy sister have mind-reading abilities? She actually detected my secret of taking medicine just from the pulse on my wrist?"
That evening, Cong Xiaoye suddenly produced a pigeon feather as if by magic, proudly waving it in front of Cong Xiaoye: "I found it in the corner! It even smells of sweet osmanthus!"
He watched Cong Xiaoye munching on candied fruit, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Pigeons, broken grains, a coughing woman... This whole drama is really written with Uncle Hu's wallet in mind!"
Cong Xiaoye swung her little feet and nodded repeatedly, while Niwanzi began to plan how to string these clues together like a candied hawthorn and catch all the bad guys in one fell swoop!