She finally knew why Changtian was reluctant to let her break into the orb's memory. Humans always have some tragic stories, and he doesn't want her to feel hurt when she reads them.

This man is protecting her in his own way.

She took a deep breath, put aside the emotion in her heart for the time being, and searched carefully.

Well, Lord Wen is a rare and extremely kind master, and since the death of his wife ten years ago, he has not continued to play. And according to what Baozhu heard, he has never been close to women in the past few years.

She also saw Wen Liangyu's small courtyard. In Baozhu's memory, this courtyard is mysterious. Even if she is the personal eldest girl of the Lord of Wen, the second son of Wen who lives in it, she has never seen it with her own eyes, it is said that he was born with a strange disease, for fear of infection, he can't see people, and in the past few years, he has been sent to him by Mr. Xu's wife, Xu Tanshi, the account room.

There are only a few people in the entire city lord's mansion who have seen his true face, because seven years ago, all the family members, maids, servants, and servants have changed a batch. Only the city lord's family and the chief steward of Wu Bo Wu have been living here. Oh yes, and Fan Zhenren.

Or outside the door of this firewood house. Ning Xiaoxian frowned secretly, and was about to skim away this fragment, when he unexpectedly noticed a man standing in front of him, aged in his forties, tall and with a long beard under his chin that was finely trimmed. He was wearing a dark monk's robe, and his eyes were shining with cold light, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

Baozhu quickly lowered his head. The man in front of him is Fan Zhenren, I heard that ordinary immortal cultivators live in famous mountains and rivers, but Fan Zhenren has a very good relationship with the Lord of Wencheng, but he lives in this mansion. Everyone said that Fan Zhenren has a cold and tough personality, and he is more like the lord of this house than Wenger, who has always been pleasant. It's also more like the castle lord of Iwaki City, and it is said that when he first came to Fuchu, a little servant snubbed him, and as a result, he disappeared the next day. These words naturally had bad intentions, but after many years, the relationship between Fan Zhenren and City Lord Wen was still so iron, and it seemed that this little bit of fame in the mansion had not reached their ears at all.

"You're a quarter of an hour late. Fan Zhenren's voice was like pig iron, it was really cold and hard, no wonder everyone in this mansion was afraid of him, "The people in this firewood room will be under your care in the future." There is no command from me. No one is allowed to come near. ”

"Yes!" Baozhu replied before daring to raise his eyes and look inside. The firewood pile had long since disappeared, and I saw a man and a woman locked inside, looking wilted, and two children sitting on the ground. She didn't dare to look any further. Turning around and waiting for Fan Zhenren's next instructions.

"The lord of the city said that you have a strict mouth and can be trusted. I'm just bringing you here. Don't let me down. Fan Zhenren continued, "The people inside have an epidemic, and I will try my best to treat them." If you cure them, you have a share of the credit. Later, his voice softened a little. Orb answered again.

"Listen, I've put a spell on this door. If you touch it, you will be killed by five thunderbolts. Just bring the food to the window and let them pick it up. ”

Fan Zhenren accentuated his tone again: "I have ordered that no one should approach this firewood house." Remember, don't talk about the firewood room to anyone, especially your friends in the kitchen. Otherwise......"

She hurriedly replied, "Baozhu understands. Here, the orb will rot in the heart. ”

Fan Zhenren left satisfied, she breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that her vest was full of sweat. When the young woman in the firewood room saw that she was the only one left, she threw herself out of the window and stretched out her hand to her, crying, "Girl, help! We are from Waizhuang, and we have been taken here for no reason, and we are not infected patients." Please help us out!"

The orb was frightened and took two steps back. The pair of children who were sitting on the ground with their knees crossed also cried, and their voices were miserable. She was too frightened to linger, turned and walked away quickly. When she walked out of the ten zhang open, she could still hear desperate cries behind her.

For the next few days, she instructed the kitchenette to make delicate food every day, and then she personally delivered it into the small window of the firewood room. According to Fan Zhenren's requirements, the meals are all vegetarian, and the drinks are a crockpot of water.

Ning Xiaoxian watched this clip several times, in addition to remembering the path to the firewood house, he also carefully observed Fan Zhenren's appearance and posture, as well as the way Baozhu spoke, walked, and treated people. The last time she was because she walked silently, she was exposed by Wen Liangyu as soon as she saw her, and she was extremely faceless. Now to enter the Wen Mansion, which has become a tiger's den in Longtan, she has to learn a lesson.

Is there any other useful information? She looked through the Orb's memories again, and finally found a short conversation:

When I went to the small kitchen this morning, a cook inadvertently said that "Little Liuzi" hadn't come to the kitchen to pick up food for Wen Ershao for two days. Someone on the side interjected and laughed: "Don't you know, Second Young Master Wen went to Waizhuang to recuperate, and Xiao Liuzi also followed." You don't have to deliver his meals in the future. ”

The cook suddenly complained: "Since you are going to be sent to the outer village to recuperate, why don't you go early? This is a contagious disease, which has caused everyone to be frightened for many years." The people in the kitchen all nodded again and again, Wen Ershao didn't have much status in the mansion, where would anyone speak for him?

That's it, Wen Liangyu's whereabouts!

At this time, a long voice sounded in the sky: "Have you found out? It's time to come back." ”

It's been checked, but she is trapped in Baozhu's body, how can she inform Changtian? She was in a hurry, and Changtian said again: "You close your eyes, I'll pull you out." ”

As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt a strong discomfort, as if she had suddenly fallen from the fiftieth floor to the first floor in an elevator, and felt the discomfort of falling instantly. It may seem like a very short process, but it seems to be a very long time.

Ning Xiao sat up idly, gasping for air, and cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Someone gently rubbed her head, and she turned her head to see the undisguised concern in her golden eyes.

"In addition to dizziness, what other discomfort is there?" Seeing her so uncomfortable, he felt a little distressed. Ordinary people are not suitable for infiltrating other people's souls through this dream soul searching technique, although this girl is strong-willed, she can't fully bear it. Alas, he shouldn't have cared about her thoughts, and just pulled out the soul of the girl ring and reviewed it, wouldn't it be over?

"Nope. She was upset and nauseated, and her face was still a little pale. Chang Tian knew that this was the sequelae left after the souls of her and Baozhu were forcibly split from the synchronized state. This Dream Soul Searching spell will do more damage to the infiltrator. He reached out and rubbed her temples lightly, sending two waves of divine power to gently soothe her, and then he felt her body relax.

Orb remained quietly asleep, unresponsive.

"How long have I been in?" would have been suspicious of Orb Jewel for too long.

As a result, he said, "Don't worry, it's only half an hour." ”

It seemed that the speed of her thinking was really fast, and she felt that she had experienced a lifetime in her dreams, and only a few minutes had passed in the real world.

When Ning Xiaoxian walked out of the Divine Demon Prison, she had already turned into the appearance of Baozhu, and she switched the costumes and hairpins of the two of them, and compared her hairstyle.

She first went to complete the mission of Baozhu - to find Fang Zhai to buy things for the Lord of Wen. Although Xun Fangzhai has a bright name, it is just a pastry shop, and what she wants to buy is the signature osmanthus cake of this store, and the lord of Wen has always liked sweets.

It's very smooth to go back to the house, and this face of hers is the pass. After entering the mansion, she raised her head all the way, and if someone greeted her, she just nodded lightly - the personnel composition of the Wen City Lord's family should not be too simple: City Lord, Fan Zhenren, Wen Dashao and Wu Da Butler. She is the personal big girl of the city lord, and she is treated the same as the modern boss secretary, and she is not a helper like Tan Qinghe, except for the few people just mentioned, there is really no need to be afraid of anyone in this mansion.

She first went to the study of the Lord of Wen City and brought him osmanthus cake. I had to let in, and the first thing I saw was not Wenger himself, but Fan Zhenren sitting on a chair facing the door!

This surprise was very frightening, but fortunately, she was ready to meet Fan Zhenren at any time and place, so although she was surprised, there was no change in her facial expression or heartbeat speed.

Lord Wen was writing, she respectfully put the osmanthus cake on his desk, turned around and made two cups of tea, and handed them to Wenge and Fan Zhenren's cases respectively. She had observed Baozhu's every move beforehand, and now she imitated it, and even her habit of cocking her tail finger slightly when pouring tea was learned to be subtle.

Then she stepped aside, bowing her head and waiting for the two of them to give her orders.

City Lord Wen was still writing on his own, and only Fan Zhenren looked her up and down.

Ning Xiaoxian only felt that the cold hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Is there something she didn't do to make this guy see the clues?

Fortunately, Fan Zhenren's attention was not on her, and he waved her away after taking a sip of tea. She bowed and quietly withdrew.

"Let the master salute the two of you, and I'm not afraid of breaking your birthday!" She secretly carried forward the spirit of Ah Q, stepped on the pace of the jewel, and walked away unhurriedly.

Walking through the winding corridor, the autumn breeze blew lightly, and a green leaf floated in and landed in her palm. It seems that in the mountain town, this prosperous summer has come to an end, and the autumn of slaughter is coming.

In Baozhu's memory, Fan Zhenren said that it was with the consent of the City Lord Wen to transfer Baozhu to deliver food to the people in the firewood room. If this is true, then the city lord of Wen and Fan Zhenren are in collusion, and if it is fake, then Fan Zhenren can really be called a dominant family in this mansion, covering the sky with one hand.

She thought as she walked, and in a moment she was already in the small kitchen. When the cook saw her coming, she greeted her with a smile: "Miss Baozhu, you are here early today." Wait a minute, the meal will be ready soon!"

She raised her head, snorted noncommittally, and walked slowly out of the kitchen. September is still a bit hot, and Baozhu doesn't like to stand in the kitchen and get hot.

She had only been standing outside for a short moment when footsteps sounded behind her, and then someone grabbed her wrist and smiled, "Orb!" (to be continued......

PS: I've been thinking about the plot a little bit crazy lately, and I'm in a bad mood, alas. After all, he is a pink and tender newcomer, and many places are not well written.

So Shui Yun went out to play around today and relax. The chapters for the next few days are set up to be published automatically, and they won't be missed. The essence of the book review area, I'll add it to you when I return to the city. Happy holidays to those who have become fathers and those who are about to become fathers.