Since Yun Mo knew the identity of Gongsun Zhan, he became more attentive, and directly followed the title of the little prince and called the master, with a smile on his face, serving tea and pouring water. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info served Gongsun Zhan very well, and the people around him looked at him dumbfounded--what's wrong with this holy prince? Shouldn't it be a Shura who kills people without blinking? Why is it that he has become a little sheep now? When those female relatives saw it, they all blinked their eyes, and their cheeks were red--oops, the prince looked so good when he smiled!

The most puzzled is the Nine Princes, his master has been dead for a long time, where did this desert boy recognize a master for him?

Yun Mo poured a cup of tea and brought it to Gongsun Zhan, "Master, drink tea." ”

"Okay!" Gongsun Zhan nodded and took it with a smile.

Old Man Su also smiled on the side, "Gongsun, didn't you say that you were going to fight this stinky boy who kidnapped your apprentice for three hundred rounds, and he was taken down so quickly?"

Gongsun Zhan pouted, "That must be a battle! Of course, it's still far worse than the old man!"

Old Man Su said in his heart, you old monster have lived for more than 80 years, of course, you are younger than others! What is there to be proud of? If you have the ability, you can fight the white dragon!

"However, for the sake of his single-mindedness towards my disciple grandson, let's count him over!" Gongsun Zhan said reluctantly, satisfied with Yun Mo in his heart!

Ouyang Feifei suddenly slapped her thigh, pointed at Gongsun Zhan's nose and shouted, "Old man Gongsun!"

Gongsun Zhan turned around happily, "The little baby of the Ouyang family, you can be regarded as recognizing the old man and me!"

Ouyang Feifei frowned, "Old man Gongsun, why did you grow like this?"

Gongsun Zhan was amused by her words, "You call me an old man, can I not be old?"

Ouyang Feifei didn't think so, she walked to the old man's side, looked at his face left and right, and reached out to buckle a wrinkled fake skin from his face, "Old man Gongsun, why do you still put fake skin on yourself?"

Gongsun Zhan was annoyed and angry, and snatched the fake skin from Ouyang Feifei's hand, "What do you little baby know, this is called depth!"

"Is the depth of the wrinkles?" Ouyang Feifei rolled her eyes, "Did you make any bets with Uncle Murong again?"

Gongsun Zhan suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Ouyang Feifei nodded clearly, it seemed that she had lost.

Yun Mo dragged Ouyang Feifei aside and continued the previous topic, "Master, you just said that the Martial Saint White Dragon and the Demon Venerable Moxi are going to be taken as apprentices?"

Speaking of his own little apprentice, Gongsun Zhan immediately became proud, "It's not true, back then, Bailong and Mo Xi had been making trouble in the Nine Deaths Valley for more than a year, and they wanted to accept Xiao Feng'er as an apprentice." It's a pity that Xiao Feng'er doesn't pay attention to them at all!" Gongsun Zhan was in a good mood when he imagined the frustration of the two old men.

The people present were all leaders in martial arts, and when they heard the names of the two martial arts supremes, they all pricked up their ears, "These two people also refuse?" Should I say that she was not shocked, or did she not know what to do? Bai Long and Mo Xi have not confiscated apprentices so far, and both of them said that they would accept an apprentice with the best talent, but it is a pity that this one has not met a person with the right mind for decades. How many people rushed to worship Bailong and Moxi as teachers, but they hadn't even seen the faces of the two supremes!

However, the most strange thing for them is the kung fu of the little boy's three-legged cat, "Her kung fu is not necessarily very good!"

"Ahem," these words were talking about Gongsun Zhan's sore spot, and he coughed lightly unnaturally, "It's one thing to be talented, and it's another thing to work hard." Xiao Feng'er has a lot of talents, she can still learn them all? She doesn't like to practice martial arts, how can she be successful if she doesn't work hard? Besides, Xiao Feng'er already has a master, so she won't worship Bai Long and Mo Xi as teachers anymore. ”

Everyone nodded, yes, the martial arts of the Nine Dead Valley is also a great sect in the world, and since she has already worshiped under the door of the Nine Dead Valley, she naturally can't find any martial arts supreme.

After that, Yun Mo asked about the whereabouts of the little boy again, but Gongsun Zhan said that he hadn't really seen the little boy, but had just talked to the little boy with his divine sense in the nameless tower of Yuejiazhai, and the rest of the things were mentioned in his correspondence with Su Jinling later. "Speaking of which, Jin Jin also mentioned in the letter that Feng'er and her sister Xue'er have gone to Nanchu in the past few years, and they haven't been home for four years, these two little girls are really crazy!"

Gongsun Zhan's statement coincided with Ye Huaxi, I don't know if it was the rhetoric they prepared in advance or Murong Lingxue really didn't bring the little prince back to Jiucheng. But even so, Yun Mo still felt that the former had a better chance.

The more they said something, the more Yun Mo's heart could not be calmed. The Ninth Prince saw that he was absent-minded, so he invited him to have dinner and walk around the courtyard of Su Mansion.

Although the Jingxiao Su family is one of the nine cities, it is the same as the Murong family, and the Su family is also a big merchant and has close trade contacts with the four countries. The Murong family's business empire involves all aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation, while the Su family focuses on embroidery. A piece of clothing embroidered by Jing Xiao Su can be sold for tens of thousands of taels of silver, which is simply more expensive than gold! Rao is like this, and it is not something that can be bought with money. Therefore, Chu Jin calculated back then that the little boy's outfit was the handwriting of the Su family from head to toe from the inside out, and the cover of the hidden needle embroidery alone would cost tens of thousands of taels of silver, and taking off her outfit would be enough to feed the people of a city!

Yun Mo and the Nine Princes strolled around, the courtyard of the Su Mansion was exquisite and chic, the carvings on the walls, the rockeries in the courtyard, the streams flowing down the rocks, and the plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter...... Every place is eye-catching and refreshing. Jingxiao Su Mansion is not as magnificent as the Southern Chu Palace, but it is more exquisite than the Imperial Palace. "The people of Nine Cities are very good at enjoying it. Living in this kind of place, you can forget about any worries. ”

Nangong Qingye is in a rare good mood. In the past three years, Yun Mo is not alone in sadness and pain? He looked at the scenery around him, "It is said that the little boy has been in poor health since he was a child, and he has always been taken by Su Jinling's side. She's probably lived in this yard for quite some time. ”

A cold wind blows, mixed with a dark fragrance. As soon as Yun Mo wanted to say that the fragrance was familiar, a ribbon was blown over by the wind and put on his shoulder. The ribbon floated to his nose, and Yun Mo felt more and more familiar with the aroma. He grabbed the ribbon and turned his head to look in the direction it was floating from, frowning slightly.

Nangong Qingye glanced at the ribbon in his hand, "This is ice silk, right? Feng'er's hairband that binds her hair on weekdays is very similar to this one." ”

The Nine Princes saw it, how could Yun Mo not know? His breathing slowly became rapid. Yun Mo pulled his legs and ran out against the wind.

The Ninth Prince was afraid that something would happen to him, so he followed.

Yun Mo ran to a courtyard and stopped. The courtyard was locked. The fragrance wafting from the courtyard is very similar to that of the little boy, only more intense. Yun Mo didn't think about it, so he pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

The Ninth Prince felt that this kind of uninvited behavior was very bad, but he didn't have time to stop it, Yun Mo had already entered. Nangong Qingye had no choice but to follow up.

The yard was empty, with only five large trees planted. The trees are connected with ropes, on which are hung a lot of white clothes, and in the middle of the five trees, there is a small incense burner, and cold incense is lit in the hearth, as if it is smoking clothes. The aroma similar to that of Xiao Gongzi is emanating from this incense burner - a faint floral fragrance and a faint fruity fragrance, refreshing but not so greasy that people are intoxicated.

Yun Mo took one of the clothes and looked at it carefully, it was the same as the style that the little boy usually wears, but it was a little bigger. Yun Mo frowned and looked at the room with the lamp in his hand.

The people in the house also heard the movement in the yard, and she came over to open the door and asked, "Who is in the yard?"

The moment the door opened, Yun Mo was disappointed again. It wasn't the man he remembered, or even an older woman he hadn't added. The woman looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with a soft smile on her face, very kind. But from the deep eyes of her, it was clear that she was probably older than she looked.

She looked at Yun Mo and Nangong Qingye who were standing in the courtyard, and asked puzzledly, "Who are you, how did you get here?" She looked at the clothes that Yun Mo was holding in her hand, and her eyes moved, "Oh, why did this clothes fall off?" Thanks to you for helping me pick it up. The woman walked over, reached out and took the clothes from Yun Mo's hand, and hung them on the rope again, while finding the two of them to go down the steps.

Seeing that the two of them neither spoke nor meant to leave, the woman's eyes swept over the white jade kitten hanging on Yun Mo's waist, and smiled with a little meaning, "The wind tonight is really cold to the bone, do you want to come into the house and have a cup of tea to warm up?"

It's not good for two of them to go into a woman's room at night. The Nine Princes were about to refuse, but Yun Mo had already walked into the house with his feet raised.

Of course, Yun Mo didn't want to drink tea. He walked into the house and saw that it was no one's bedroom at all, but a place that resembled a workshop. There are a lot of embroidery things inside, colorful threads, various types of needles, and a lot of fabric. In the center of the room was a large round table, lit with candles, and a half-embroidered work, presumably just laid down by the woman.

Walking inside, there is a bed on the side of the wall, and on the bed is a half-made white undershirt, which looks very delicately fabricated.

Yun Mo pinched the cuffs of his shirt and frowned slightly.

The woman had already made tea for them, and was beckoning to him, "Come and have a cup of hot tea, it's too cold this day, and it's not good to be cold to the bone!"

Yun Mo stood beside the bed, holding the unfinished undershirt in his hand, and looked at the woman fixedly, "Where is Feng'er?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and she didn't seem to expect him to be here directly, "Who is this little brother talking about?

"These clothes are all for her, right?" Yun Mo didn't listen to the woman's quibbles, he ripped the little jade cat from his waist, "You have been looking at this kitten just now, you must already know my identity." We Mingren don't talk darkly, not only the style of clothes here is the same as what Feng'er wears on weekdays, but even the fragrance and dark embroidery techniques are the same. If you say these are all coincidences, then what is the matter with the word 'Ling Feng' hidden by secret embroidery on the cuffs?"

Yun Mo's tone was aggressive, but the woman didn't laugh angrily, "If it's the rumored Holy Lord who is strategizing, nothing can escape your eyes." The woman put the bowl on the table, "How about we sit down and talk slowly?"

Hearing this, Yun Mo walked to the table and sat down, he took the tea handed by the woman and took a sip, "Can you say it?"

The woman smiled, "Young man, how can you be so unbreathable?"

"I just want to know if you're going to give me a definitive answer, or if everyone else is just as perfunctory as everybody else. Yun Mo's eyes were bottomless, he had been waiting for too long, so long that he couldn't hold it anymore. However, he was a little timid in front of the truth.

The woman glanced at the undershirt on the bed, "Why do you think I'll give you the answer? I'm just a dressmaker, and my relationship with the little boy is at most her embroidery, what do you think I can know?"

Yun Mo sighed, probably feeling that he was too anxious, but, "You are not an embroidery girl, you are the housewife of the Su family, Mrs. Su." He glanced at the ring on the woman's hand that was printed with the Su family's totem. He didn't notice it at first, it was Uncle Jiu who touched his finger and reminded him.

Old Madam Su really smiled happily this time, "The boy has vision! The old woman likes it! For the sake of our fate today, the old woman will give you a chance! You ask, no matter what the problem is, as long as the old woman knows it, I will definitely not perfunctory you! However, you have to weigh it well, you only have one chance, what do you want to ask?"

Old Madam Su was actually reminding him in and out of what she said. The old lady didn't know everything, maybe she couldn't give the answer that Yun Mo was most eager to get.

Yun Mo thought for a moment and opened his mouth, "Feng'er, she...... Are you still alive?"

Old Madam Su pursed her lips and didn't answer Yun Mo's question directly, but got up and took the half-embroidered undershirt on the bed and put it in Yun Mo's hand, "Didn't you notice any difference between this dress and the ones Xiao Feng'er wore before?"

The clothes were spread on Yun Mo's legs, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Old Madam Su in disbelief.

The old lady nodded, "Feng'er's clothes have been made by me since I was a child. The old lady gestured with her hand, "You know what......? In the past ten years, the happiest thing for my wife is to measure Xiaofeng'er's body. Watching your children grow taller and taller day by day, year by year, that's the best thing. She looked at the dress in Yun Mo's hand, "Feng'er's figure has not been fixed yet, it is said that twenty-three is still jumping, she has not grown much in the past three years! I'm afraid she can already reach your eyebrows now! She may not recognize you when you see her again!"

Listening to Mrs. Su's words, Yun Mo lowered his head and hugged the undershirt tightly. Tears flowed from his eyes, dripping on his clothes, and the white undershirt was smeared with patterns by his tears, "She's still alive, still alive!" For Yun Mo, this was the most beautiful word he had heard in three years.

As long as Feng'er is alive, the prince has confidence that he will be able to get her back!