Looking for plums under the moon

Prince Du gradually stopped smiling, leaned back, leaned against the wall lazily crossing his legs, and cast a light glance at Zhao Yihuan, "I'm not talking nonsense," he pointed upward with his index finger, "This It's all God's will."

Zhao Yihuan raised her chin dissatisfied, "You lunatic, talking nonsense, do you know who I am?"

Prince Du folded his arms and narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"

"I am the young master of the Zhao family, and there is no one in Jinling who does not know about my family!"

"Hey, who should I be?" Prince Du laughed again, "It would be even better if it was the young master of the Zhao family."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yihuan glared at him angrily.

"You have spent half of your life in Zhao's family. You should be blessed with rich clothes and fine food, maids and servants. Even if your father is gone and the trees fall and the monkeys are scattered, this life will be worth it."

Zhao Yihuan bit her lower lip, her face turned green and pale, and she clenched her fists and said, "You talk nonsense again... I will call someone to teach you a lesson!"

Prince Du said nonchalantly: "Even if you come here, if I die and meet the King of Hades, I would like to thank you for fulfilling my wishes, but if you only make me disabled, I will lie down at the gate of your mansion. A businessman from generation to generation, he pays attention to face, and when the time comes, he will blackmail you with 80 taels of silver, so that I will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of my life."

"You...you..." Zhao Yihuan trembled with anger when he saw him acting like a rascal, and pointed at him for not saying a complete sentence for a long time.

Prince Du opened half his eyes and glanced at him sideways, then got up and slowly hid his treasures in a corner, covered them with seven or eight layers of clothes and bricks, turned his head to stare at Ling Guyue and said, "You just Don't you have anything to ask?"

Ling Guyue said: "Your Excellency said just now that you know the whereabouts of Qiu Chenggu and Baitou Dengke, can you tell me now?"

Prince Du leaned against the wall again, shook his head and said, "It's natural, but you're not curious about your fate at all?"

Ling Guyue smiled and said: "Although I have left home since I was a child, and my parents are not close, I know that they live a stable life in their hometown. You said that I will kill everyone close to me. I don't agree with it, and I don't believe it."

Prince Du laughed again when he heard the words.

Ling Guyue said: "Why are you laughing?"

Prince Du lay down on the ground and said with a smile: "How long have you not been back to your hometown? How do you know that your parents are still alive? Besides, close people are not only blood relatives... Teachers and friends will also be affected. My hexagram It shows that the broken army is not alone, the evil star is in power, and the people around you are leaving one by one... until one day, only you are left."

Ling Guyue looked at him, pursed her lips and remained silent.

Seeing that his expression changed slightly, Prince Du continued, "You must have vaguely felt this too, right?"

Ling Guyue felt a little uneasy in his heart. He suddenly remembered the incident that Shen Luo mentioned a few days ago. Although he still believed in his heart that the master had traveled all over the world and was not plotted by the three elders, he still couldn't explain why the younger brother was there. Those words heard at the foot of Tianxuan Peak.

After worrying a bit, I looked up and saw Prince Du was looking at me with great interest, laughing in my heart that I also believed in this kind of mysterious art. The master taught since childhood: "Success or failure is up to oneself, no one is better than others, no one is better than heaven" , Wouldn't he laugh his ass off if someone else found out?Secretly throwing away these thoughts, he said seriously: "Prince Du, people have life and death, and maybe they can't be stopped by manpower, so what does the death of others have to do with me? As long as it's not because of me, I don't think it's my fault. There is a reason for life and death, and it cannot be explained by the word 'gram'."

Prince Du was stunned for a moment, laughed out loud, sat up and applauded leisurely: "Well said," he smiled, but didn't reach his eyes, "I hope that one day you will still think so, and at that time it will not be counted. It's too late."

Ling Guyue didn't want to talk to him about this matter anymore, and asked directly: "Now, can you tell me the whereabouts of those two people?"

Seeing that he didn't care, Prince Du also felt bored, curled his lips and said, "Qiu Chenggu is dead, and the bald man... is also dead."

"Dead?" Ling Guyue looked directly at him, saw that he was still indifferent, frowned and said, "When did you die?"

Prince Du said casually, "Five years ago."

Ling Guyue debunked him and said: "Unfortunately, I just read the book written by the bald-headed lanternman a year ago."

Prince Du changed his words again: "That's a year ago." He sat cross-legged on the ground, seemingly bored, digging the soil with his hands until the original green bricks on the ground were exposed.

Ling Guyue frowned and said: "Your Excellency is too perfunctory."

"Believe it or not, it's the truth." Prince Du pulled out the green brick from the soil, clapped his hands and put it on his chest.

Ling Guyue lowered her eyes, turned her face slightly, and said in a low voice: "Young Master Zhao, why did I hear someone calling you?"

"Is there?" Zhao Yihuan listened carefully for a while, and muttered, "Why didn't I hear anything?"

"Listen, it's shouting again." Ling Guyue said without changing expression.

"Why didn't I hear it..." Zhao Yihuan was afraid that he really missed something, so he quickly stood up and went out to look around.

As soon as Zhao Yihuan left, Ling Guyue's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, a trace of coldness appeared on his face against the light, and he saw his right hand was like the wind, smashing the green brick in front of him with one finger.

"Young master, if you are going to demolish the house, you must be a good hand!" Du Wangye looked at the blue brick powder flying in the sky, still with a playful smile.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Ling Guyue's eyes fell on his pile of treasures in the corner, and her two knuckle fingers were against the light, just about to raise...

Prince Du rushed to the side to protect his precious, "Don't touch this!"

The younger brother is right, threats are often more useful than words.

Ling Guyue spat out a few words lightly, "Are you willing to open your mouth?"

"Hey, I said you insisted on asking what these two insignificant people are doing?" Prince Du said displeasedly.

"I need to ask them for advice." Ling Guyue retracted her fingers silently.

Du Wangye sighed, and said after a while: "If you have any questions, just ask."

Ling Guyue blinked, but didn't come back to her senses all of a sudden, "Are you... Qiu Chenggu or a white-headed lamp?"

Prince Du stared at him with displeasure, pretended to hold up his orchid finger and pinched his voice: "My family is Qiu Chenggu!"

Ling Guyue was stunned, "Then you are a bald man?"

"What?" Prince Du snorted softly, opened his arms and lowered his head to look at himself, "I don't look like a talented book writer?"

In Ling Guyue's impression, the bald-headed lantern guest may be a vicissitudes old man, or a lonely middle-aged genius.If he could really imagine a person, it would be the coachman who picked him up at Jinling Ancient Ferry. He had a weird personality and a mysterious identity, was not short of food and clothing, and had a lot of experience. It shouldn't be the crazy person in front of me.

Ling Guyue looked around this dilapidated house, there was not even a desk, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were even harder to find, how could people write books at their desks?Immediately, he asked doubts: "Your Excellency said that he is a bald man, why don't you see the Four Treasures of the Study at home?"

Du Wangye said slowly: "Now I put down my pen, I don't want to write anymore, so I just throw away everything."

"Is there a manuscript?"

Prince Du squinted his eyes and smiled and said: "Every time I finish writing a book, I will burn the manuscript and never keep it." Seeing Ling Guyue's embarrassed face, he smiled and said: "If you have anything to ask, I guarantee that what I said is true .”

Although Ling Guyue was very suspicious of this person, she had no choice but to ask: "First, did Qiu Chenggu of "The Thirteenth Family of Jinling" return to the palace with Prince Du after he finished his revenge?"

Ling Guyue thought this was the simplest question, but Prince Du thought for a long time, "What? Don't you know the plot in your book?"

Prince Du clicked his tongue a few times and said, "This...Qiu Chenggu did return to the palace in the end."

Ling Guyue nodded, it seemed that he acknowledged the relationship between Qiu Chenggu and Prince Du, and asked: "Secondly, Qiu Chenggu practiced a special martial art for revenge, I am very interested, can you tell me..."

Prince Du interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I made up that, I don't have that kind of martial arts at all."

"Oh? I think the move you wrote is similar to an old friend..." Ling Guyue thought of the old man Jingshan ten years ago, and pondered.

"What old man? How is he now?" Prince Du's eyes turned cold.

Ling Guyue shook her head, "It should be regarded as an enemy, but he died a long time ago."

Prince Du seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Wu Xue is one family in the world, and there is nothing wrong with being similar." He yawned and said, "Do you have any other questions?"

Ling Guyue said slightly with hope: "I wonder if you have an idea to write a new book?"

Lord Du smiled and said: "No, no, the bald-headed lamp guest has sealed his pen, and now he only concentrates on fortune-telling for others. If you have a friend who wants to test his fate, bring him to me. No money will be charged, just let me have a meal!"

Ling Guyue secretly said: Your hexagram only knows about disasters, don't ask Jifu, whoever comes to you, it's fine if you don't get angry, and you still want someone to treat you to dinner?At the moment, he just chuckled and didn't respond.

At this time, Zhao Yihuan turned back and asked beside Ling Guyue: "Young Master Fei Yi, did you really hear someone calling me?"

Ling Guyue smiled at him, "Maybe I misheard, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing his smile, Zhao Yihuan quickly lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him again, as if she had done something wrong.

Before leaving, Prince Du called Ling Guyue to stop, "Can I ask you to do me a favor?"

"What?" Ling Guyue asked puzzled.

Prince Du scratched his head and said, "Well... I really don't like the green brick floors in the prince's mansion, can you destroy them?"

Zhao Yihuan looked at him with a confused face: "If you don't like this place, then go to the civilian husband, what are you calling Mr. Feiyi?"

Ling Guyue covered her lips and coughed: "This trip is in a hurry, so I can't help you with this favor, so I will take my leave first."

"Forget it, go, go, anyway, you will come back again..." At this point, Prince Du lay down facing the wall, his voice was indistinct.

Ling Guyue didn't care, she cupped her hands and walked out of the Prince's Mansion.

Not far from the door, there is an ancient willow tree with bursts of shade, and a carriage is tied under the tree.The coachman was lying on the carriage frame with a straw in the corner of his mouth, humming an out-of-key tune.

Zhao Yihuan looked around and saw that his unfamiliar horse had long since disappeared, so he said anxiously: "Young Master Feiyi, can you let me go back to Shuyinglou with you? I will find someone to go home and send a car to pick me up." Go back again..."

"Also, you won't be able to find your horse for a while, so why not ride with me first." Ling Guyue said.

Zhao Yihuan showed joy, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Thank you, Mr. Feiyi."

"You're welcome." Ling Guyue invited him into the car.

Seeing him coming back, the coachman spit out the blade of grass with a few bah bah, "Master, have you seen Prince Du?"

Ling Guyue nodded, opened the curtain and said, "I don't think Prince Du is as crazy as everyone said."

The coachman asked curiously, "Did he want to tell your fortune?"

Ling Guyue nodded and said nothing.

Seeing his expression, the coachman understood seven points, stared and said: "You let him forget it for you?"!

Ling Guyue nodded again.

"Oh!" The coachman showed a distressed expression, "Young Master Longzhang Fengzi, it would be a pity if his crow's mouth ruined it! Then what did he say?"

"What kind of lone star, what kind of ruined family..." Ling Guyue laughed, "I won't take it to heart."

The coachman had a frightened expression on his face, "What did I say? This... this lunatic really has bad things to say, Jinling won't let him stay! My son, you'd better go to Baocha Daozong to find an expert to dispel evil spirits!"

Zhao Yihuan turned pale, and asked, "Could it be true what he calculated?"

"That's not it!" The coachman spread his hands and said, "He has killed two or three people."

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Ling Guyue had no choice but to say: "There is such a thing as fortune-telling if you believe it, and if you don't believe it, you don't. I don't believe it."

The coachman sighed: "Young people don't know anything..." Seeing that Ling Guyue didn't listen to persuasion, he shook his head and drove away from the prince's mansion.

As the wheels ran over the bluestone brick road, the curtains moved slightly, Ling Guyue and Zhao Yihuan sat in the carriage, and there was a strange atmosphere in the silence.

Ling Guyue closed her eyes and pretended to rest, but she couldn't ignore the gaze that was lingering on her face.

Zhao Yihuan swept his thin and soft lips along his smooth forehead, and saw that the bridge of his nose under the light and shadow exuded a luster like white jade, and said timidly: "Young Master Feiyi... the Shuyinglou in Yanzifang is a brothel What are you... doing there?"

Ling Guyue still kept her eyes closed, and said calmly: "The boss of Shuyinglou is my friend."

"Oh..." Zhao Yihuan lowered her head and smiled unconsciously, "I thought..."

Ling Guyue opened her eyes and said, "Why?"

"Nothing!" Zhao Yihuan hurriedly said.

"By the way, I heard that there is a Treasure Pavilion in the Zhao Mansion, and there are many rare treasures in the world..." Ling Guyue glanced at him, saw that he listened seriously, and continued: "I wonder if there is a Qingluan that was used by the Queen Mother of the West in the legend?" bottle?"

Zhao Yihuan said: "My father really likes to collect antique treasures... I have been to his Treasure Pavilion several times, but I don't recognize the piles of things inside. The green luan bottle that Mr. Fei Yi said... Let me think about it... ..." Zhao Yihuan stared at the hood and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I have no impression..."

Ling Guyue insinuated again: "Is there anything special in there? Or is it something your father cherishes?"

"Something special?" Zhao Yihuan patted his head and said with a smile, "Yes!"

Ling Guyue's eyes lit up, and he said: "There is a very strange stool in the Treasure Pavilion. My dad loves it tightly. But I think it is only wider than ordinary benches, and the reason it is valuable is because it is Made of mahogany."

"Then why can I enter your Zhenbao Pavilion?" Ling Guyue wondered.

"Probably because the patterns engraved on it are quite special..." Zhao Yihuan lowered his head, a blush appeared on his chubby face, "There are two naked little people hugging on the bench..."

Ling Guyue thought for a while, and suddenly understood, her ears were reddish, she quickly pretended to be nonchalant and admired the scenery outside the window.

There was another eerie silence in the carriage.

Zhao Yihuan bit her lip and took a peek at Ling Guyue, feeling both joy and sadness in her heart.

Finally arrived at the Shuying Building, Ling Guyue jumped off the carriage and saw a familiar figure stepping into the building ahead of time, secretly regretting that she didn't see the real face of the third master, turned around and said to Zhao Yihuan: "Mr. Zhao, Please come in."

Because Zhao Yihuan was too fat, he climbed down from the carriage tremblingly. Looking casually, he thought he had rolled down.

Qing Chan happened to be out with two girls, and came up to meet her and said, "Master Zhao is back," Xingxing glanced back, saw Zhao Yihuan's gaze was fixed on Ling Guyue, and smiled, "Master Zhao is here again, welcome, welcome, Go in and take your seat."

Zhao Yihuan said with a sneer: "My horse ran away, thanks to Mr. Fei Yi who gave me a ride, but I still have to trouble the girl to ask someone to come to my house to find my two young men to pick me up..."

Qing Chan shook her waist lightly, covered her lips with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "It's easy to say, Mr. Zhao, let's sit in the building first." Saying that, she pushed the person inside.

Seeing that Ling Guyue was still outside, Zhao Yihuan looked at Qing Chan and saw that she had something to say to Ling Guyue, so he had to go with the two girls first.

"Miss Qingchan..."

Before Ling Guyue could finish speaking, Qing Chan held back her smile, bowed her body and said, "I'm sorry, young master Zhao came to ask about your whereabouts this morning, so I told him, if young master is unhappy, punishing Qing Chan is... ..."

Ling Guyue said in her heart: I punish you for what you do, if it wasn't for Lin Jue's order, you wouldn't be like this.He raised his hand and greeted Qing Chan back: "I don't mean to blame Miss Qing Chan, Mr. Zhao is pure in nature, it's okay to make friends with him, and you don't have to blame yourself."

Only then did Qing Chan raise her face, forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Young Master, for your understanding."

Ling Guyue went all the way back to the room without meeting Zhao Yihuan, so she knew that Qingchan sent someone to call him away.

After closing the door, he suddenly thought of something, walked quickly to the closet in the inner room, opened the closet door and looked, a streamer sword wrapped in bright yellow cloth was lying safely among the clothes.

Ling Guyue breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly unfolded the cloth, revealing the slender blade of the Flowing Sword.

The shadow of the crane floated, and the red pupils moved.

Ling Guyue smiled wryly and said: "Master, when you handed the Liuguang Sword to me, you hoped that I would use this sword to inherit the Pingchuan swordsmanship, but unexpectedly... I can't even return to Pingchuan now," sighed and said, "Wait a little longer, this disciple still has something to clarify. When this matter is over, this disciple will go back and investigate clearly what happened back then..."