windy cold

Due to the unrest in the Meng family recently, Meng Weizhen placed more guards in the house than usual to prevent further incidents. Unexpectedly, someone still sneaked in. Unfortunately, the wall that was overturned happened to live in Lu Wanfeng and Qin Chu. Han's guest room, and fell down.

The two pretended not to hear and continued talking. The man who climbed over the wall got up and ran away in a hurry. He squinted at the past, his body was hunched, his walking was unsteady, and he didn't just sprain his leg or something, it was very weird.

Lu Wanfeng followed quietly, and found that the man skillfully avoided many guards and went in the direction of Miss Meng's family.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar I felt, as if I had seen this person somewhere.

Sure enough, the man slipped into Meng Mei's yard, and he wanted to follow in, but was grabbed by Qin Chuhan.

Alright, alright, he retracted his feet in a compromise, picked up a stone at random and threw it in the direction that the person entered. The stone collided with the bluestone slab and made a clear sound, which immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding people, and they all went to check with their lights.

Alarming the guards, the man fled in a hurry and left Meng's house all the way. Out of curiosity, Lu Wanfeng continued to follow.

The rain stopped in the evening, and the road surface was not yet dry. The three of them left the market area of ​​Jizhou and came to a large beggar's den, separated by a distance.The intrusion of the two seemed out of place, but fortunately the person in front never noticed, and hurriedly walked with his head bowed, and finally stopped in a dilapidated house by the river.

Firewood was lit in the house, and none of the four walls was complete, and the firelight shone from inside, shooting a beam of light in the night.

With the light of the fire, Lu Wanfeng could see the appearance of the man clearly, it was the beggar who was hiding in front of the gate of Meng's house during the day.

Entering the hideout, he looked inside and found the beggar curled up by the fire, his body trembling. Looking at the face again, it was extremely ugly, with twisted features, his back bent at an unbelievable angle, and his hands were protecting something. On the heart, one of the hands has an extra finger, which is a disability.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, it was a long hairpin carved with silver phoenix, something for women, the hairpin was inlaid with emeralds, it was expensive, definitely not something a beggar could have.

Could it be stolen?Seeing him climb over the wall and enter Meng Mei's yard, could it be that he stole Meng Mei's?

The beggar was in a daze for a long while, then carefully wrapped the hairpin in silk cloth that had been washed until it faded, put it in a carved wooden box, buried it in the ground, and fell asleep on the place where his pillow was.

There was nothing to see if they waited any longer, they returned to Meng's house, Lu Wanfeng didn't continue to torment Qin Chuhan, and went back to sleep.

He didn't get up until late the next day, the rain was over and the sun had already climbed into the sky, thinking that the market should be lively at this time, so he hurriedly got up and dressed, and knocked on the door next door.

"Let's go!"

Qin Chuhan had been meditating on the bed for more than an hour, when he heard Lu Wanfeng knock on the door, he picked up Li Mengqin and Mo Wangjian and went out.

Before leaving, Lu Wanfeng turned around and asked, "Has the Meng family ever lost things like hairpins?"

His own daughter was still asleep, Meng Weizhen was not in the mood, but he saw off the guests in a decent manner. After listening to it, he thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't care about women's utensils."

After saying goodbye, the two went to the market, thinking about buying a wanhua mirror. Seeing that his head was covered with only his eyes, the Western boss couldn't help muttering which tribe he was from, and he was dressed like this.

"Look, it's really fun." Lu Wanfeng handed the Wanhua Mirror to Qin Chuhan as if offering a treasure.

Qin Chuhan glanced at it, raised his hand and put it down again, and said lightly, "No need."

"Okay then." Lu Wanfeng put the table legs into his pocket very preciously, and was going to buy some materials to make a mask. After all, he couldn't always wear a cloth strip on one end, and it would be exposed when he took it apart.

On a whim, he said, "Why don't I pinch a woman's face? Then no one will be able to guess who I am!"

At first Qin Chuhan was noncommittal, but when Lu Wanfeng pinched it for him to see, he was stunned, turned away and said, "No."

Lu Wanfeng asked: "Is it not pinched enough? I'll adjust it later."

"No, it's not." Qin Chuhan said hastily.

Lu Wanfeng put his face closer to him with a funny face, shaking it in front of his eyes, "What's the matter? It's so beautiful? Can't hold it?"

Qin Chuhan refused to look at him, and looked away, "...I'm not used to it."

"Then look more? After all, I'm naturally beautiful and I can't give up on it. It's easy to fascinate thousands of boys and girls. The days to come are still long, and you have to get used to it."

"..."

Qin Chuhan ignored him and pulled out the Mowang sword to wipe it.

Lu Wanfeng laughed so hard, but he still pinched a man's face again, fresh and delicate, with a red fetal mark between his eyebrows, he changed his previous image of a poor scholar, and became a romantic man.

Very satisfied with his masterpiece, he also took out the Yueyue flute to play with in his hand, and played a song on a whim, which was lively and lively, and it made people feel very happy to hear it.

Qin Chuhan forgot to move for a moment when he heard it, and halfway through wiping the sword, he was wronged to be forgotten by the master.

No matter how lively the Xiahe Festival market is, there are no boats floating on the Yanqing River. The folk legends are spread very widely and are exaggerated. Although there are many true things in them, people have always kept these things at a respectful distance.

After finishing their masks, they headed to the north city gate, passing by the beggar's den they had visited the night before, and saw many beggars lined up in front of a broken stove, and there were two men in the shop, one shouting and the other serving porridge.

Looking at this battle, it seems that the porridge is not given once or twice. The beggars, old and small, waited in an orderly manner. No one hurriedly urged them. Every time they took a bowl of porridge, they thanked the porridge giver and went to the side to drink happily. Down.

Lu Wanfeng paid attention, and found that the beggar who sneaked into Meng's house last night was also in the queue, and happened to be at the head of the queue. His deformed facial features made a weird smile, and the congee man also smiled and said a few words to him. , far away, can't hear clearly.

But he couldn't hear it clearly, but he could see clearly that the person who gave the porridge was either someone else, or the umbrella bearer who sang happily on the pier yesterday.

Without the cover of the rain curtain, the man's appearance is completely clear, with a jade-like golden appearance, thin lips slightly raised, charming peach blossom eyes, long eyelashes curled up and thick black, a tear mole at the corner of the eye, and long black hair covered with a A silver hairpin was casually held behind his head, and the clothes were more casually worn, with narrow sleeves tied around the waist, probably to prevent the cauldron of porridge from being soiled.

It really is very good-looking, but it is not masculine enough, but it has more femininity.

In comparison, the other person had an unremarkable appearance, with a much thicker figure, wearing simple coarse linen clothes, he looked like a guard.

Qin Chuhan also noticed this person, his complexion darkened, he pulled Lu Wanfeng up and was about to leave, but the person handed the spoon to another person beside him and walked over.

"You two gentlemen, are you leaving Jizhou City?"

The voice was cold and lazy, like the light rain in cool autumn, lingering and sentimental.

Qin Chuhan turned his head and remained silent, Lu Wanfeng smiled and said, "Yes, that day on the river, I heard Mr. Master's wonderful music, and I admire him very much, but it's a pity that I have to leave. I don't know when I will be able to hear another song."

The man lowered his phoenix eyes slightly, "Su Xi is just a lowly traveler, and the debauched voice never thought that it would be able to reach the ears of immortals and Taoists."

Lu Wanfeng's face was as usual, "Mr. Su is willing to do good deeds, and many people who claim to be famous and upright are not necessarily noble. Don't underestimate yourself. All things in the world are born equal, and there is no distinction between high and low."

"Sir, Suxi has been taught." The corners of Suxi's mouth curled into a beautiful arc, extremely charming, but Lu Wanfeng felt that this person should not be like this, this face looks like a mask, The eyes can speak, but under the mask there are things that cannot be seen through.

make him feel uncomfortable.

"Dare to ask Mr.'s name?" Suxi asked.

"Miangui's surname is Feng, and his name is Wanlu." Lu Wanfeng made up a fake name.

"It turned out to be Mr. Feng," Suxi had noticed that there was a Taoist priest beside him, and Linglong thought as much as he did, so she didn't ask further, "The weather in Jizhou has been unpredictable recently, it seems that Mr. is going to Kunlun in the northwest, I heard that it snows in Kunlun all the year round, if I could go there in my lifetime, I would definitely not regret it.”

The other person who served him porridge called him from afar, and Suxi turned his head and agreed, saying goodbye to Lu Wanfeng: "Kunlun is dangerous, but it is always better than Jizhou, you two should go earlier."

Qin Chuhan wanted to leave a long time ago, but finally waited until Suxi left by himself, shook the scabbard on his back, and walked away first.

Lu Wanfeng hurriedly chased after him, humming casually, until he came out of this alley, he suddenly pushed Qin Chuhan to the wall, leaning on the wall as if thinking, "What do you think of Suxi?"

After hearing this, Qin Chuhan's expression was cold: "It's not good."

"That's it." Lu Wanfeng nodded seriously, "What about the other man who was with him?"

He didn't want to answer at first, but Qin Chuhan's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene just now. The man took over Su Xi's job, holding the pot in one hand and scooping porridge in the other. The strange thing is that the index finger of the man's left hand is near the side of the thumb There are calluses on the knuckles, and the men in Goulanyuan pay special attention to maintenance. All the dirty work is done by the guards and handymen, carrying water and chopping firewood, and the calluses should not be there.

Lu Wanfeng compared his own face, "It's better for that person not to speak, but when he speaks, his mouth is dry and tight, but his complexion is ruddy, he must be wearing a mask, and judging by the material, it's probably real Human skin-mask."

Qin Chuhan understood what he meant. Who needs to wear a mask and hide in the Goulan courtyard for no other reason? Is it left by turning the beads all the year round?

He was already confident that that person was the traitor Chaohua Temple pursued everywhere, Jiyuan.