Qin Cry rarely laughed out loud, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, which disturbed Mrs. Jiang and lost her mind again.

"How can Qin Cry be a cheap person and make friends with the royal daughter-in-law, it's just a good fate, how can I think that Qin Cry has nothing to ask for, she is so down. ”

After a pause, he straightened his expression, resumed his previous tone, and continued: "She saved me once that day, although she was amorous, but I also owed her, Qin Cry is a small person, I don't want to owe people kindness, lest I repay the grass knot in the next life, and ask the adult to keep this girl's life, the Qi family is dead, and there is no threat in the East Palace, so it also seems that the adult is generous." ”

Mrs. Jiang squinted and twisted his beard, indistinguishable from joy and anger, staring straight at Qin Wai's face, Qin Wai also looked back at the past calmly, and for a long time, Mrs. Jiang laughed:

"Hahaha, I didn't think that the female gentleman was actually a good man and a woman, the old man never believed in the reincarnation of cause and effect, and fate retribution, if God really has the virtue of a good life as those bald donkeys said, why should he let the world suffer a lot? The old man only believes in himself, and the present life in his own hands is far more meaningful than the next life. ”

Speaking of this, he looked at Qin Cry without hiding his lust and continued: "But Mr. Woman is a woman after all, it doesn't hurt to believe this, the old man will save that girl's life for you, you can not forget me in the next life." ”

The last sentence is ambiguous and ambiguous, and if it is out of the mouth of a young talent, it is also a good thing, but it is a pity that it is said by an old man with half a foot in the ground, except for making the room full of corruption and rot.

He bowed to Mrs. Jiang and made a blessing ceremony to express her gratitude, Qin wept in her heart, in the next life, she would be the stubborn stone floating cloud and no longer be a person, and there would be no spiritual things to forget.

The wind does not stop, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

On the main road leading to the county capital, a sneaky person or a farmer looks like a farmer, or dresses up as a woodcutter at the foot of a slope, and he always succeeds in hiding his identity, and hides his traces through the checkpoints of the capital, until the gate of the county capital, the guards on both sides are very strict and searchable, and he can slow down.

Rushing for days, sleeping less than two hours a day, eating dry food for three meals to cope, the white face gave birth to messy stubble, the wind whistle in Mobei, the sun exposure along the way, even if acquaintances saw Shi Xizai at this time, they may not be able to recognize each other, but for the sake of insurance, Shi Xizai still rested in the broken temple outside the city gate for a night, and rarely slept until the first rooster crowed, got up lightly, did not disturb the beggars who stayed in the broken temple, went to the river, grabbed a handful of ash and smeared it evenly on the surface before the surrounding houses lit up the candles one after another, looked at the shadowy portraits in the river, and broke it with a punch。

Is this still him? He saw the cloudy spirit under the dark face, and closed his eyes in pain, the Qi family should not have come to this place.

Under the cover of grass and trees, Shi Xizai quietly approached the city gate, at this time close to the moment when the guards alternated shifts, the guards on duty at night opened their sleepy eyes, covered their lips sleepily and yawned, waiting for the second rooster to crow for the shift, it was the whole body that was lax and not vigilant, Shi Xizai took advantage of this moment to throw a rope to hook the city wall, and a few times turned back to climb the city wall and turned down.

There are already pickers in the city who rub their eyes and start walking the streets, and morning tea shops have also hung banners and opened.

Shi Xizai lowered his head and walked along the dark place, but his eyes observed the surroundings, the streets and alleys that gradually woke up have traces of yesterday's noise, and the buildings lined with grain and grass are not visible at a glance, recalling that when he was a child, his father often took him to the east gate to play, two or three tea stalls, and a few shops.

Now less than ten years later, but it has changed to the point that he can't recognize the original appearance, and he is stunned to look at the county capital with many restaurants and music squares, is this really the place he wants to return to? Why is there no sense of intimacy when he sets foot here......

When he arrived at a steamed bun shop, the rising steam covered the face of the shopkeeper, and the aroma hit him, Shi Xizai stopped, grunting in his belly, shy in his pocket, and left Shuofang in a hurry, coiling the seven-seven-eighty-eight that had been spent, and keeping the silver money for emergencies, but he hadn't eaten a hot meal for a long time.

After a moment of distraction, a dirty hand handed a white and chubby bun to Shi Xizai,

"Hey, boy, it's hard to rob the old man and call the flower business when you're young, so give you a meat bun to eat and find a job to do. ”

Surprised that this person could get so close to him without noticing, Shi Xizai's hidden weapon in his sleeve slipped into his hand and was ready to go, but the old flower in front of him suddenly laughed, and the deafening laughter inevitably attracted the attention of pedestrians in the early morning.

This smile is full of anger, as if it is not what an ordinary old man should have, Shi Xizai is not good to do it again, and he knows that he may not be his opponent, more things are better than less things, he stared at the old man's every move and retreated step by step, and when he reached the corner, he flashed into an alley and disappeared.

Lao Zhaohua watched Shi Xizai flee defensively, took a bite of the bun in his hand, and muttered indistinctly:

"Ah, I used to be a practitioner, but I always called the flower a lot of things, but now the children, are they so careful......

The fist-sized bun was only three or two bites and went down, and the old man squinted his eyes contentedly, folded a willow branch, and went out of the city while picking his teeth, and there were people waiting for him to bring breakfast, and the meat bun was not delicious when it was cold.

And Shi Xizai, who was in a panic, turned into the alley and ran in a secluded place with few people, and only after making sure that Lao Zhaohua did not follow, did he find that this chaotic turn had lost its direction, where did it go?