"The girl has something to ask you, and you are so angry that you can reply. Qin Mei said to the little mustache, and then turned to Huan Thirteen Niang to reply: "Girl, I just asked the shopkeeper, this little mustache is named Ah Xia, and she has been in the treasure shop for several years, she knows almost all the jewelry, and the girl has anything to ask her." If you don't understand, the shopkeeper will come in person. The shopkeeper also said that he knew that the girl was quiet, so he would not come close to disturb him. ”

Huan Sanniang said a faint "um", and beckoned to Ah Xia with a smile: "Come here, I'll ask you a few things." After a pause, he smiled softly at Qinmei: "Let's go outside, there are more people in the house, and I feel panicked." ”

Qin Mei knew that she was weak and couldn't stand the smell of many people, so she answered yes when she heard the words, and withdrew from the door.

The little mustache of the Treasure Shop named Ah Xia stepped forward, bent down and saluted Huan Thirteen Niang, and his expression and demeanor were quite appropriate.

Huan Sanniang looked her up and down, then called her closer and talked to her.

Qin Mei, who was guarding outside the door, listened attentively, but heard that what was said was nothing more than "what kind of craftsmanship is this jade chuan'er", "that gold and jade can be one size smaller" and other conversations, which are really not surprising.

Ah Xia stayed in the private room for less than a moment, then bowed down and withdrew, and the thirteen mothers whispered through the curtain: "Come in, I'll pick it out." ”

Qin Mei and the others were busy serving in the house, and they were busy calling the shopkeeper to wrap the jewelry, as for that Ah Xia, it was just a lowly handyman, even if she was a good citizen, she was also lowly, who would care where she went?

Ah Xia is also diligent, after serving Huan Shi Niang, she was assigned by the shopkeeper to clean another private room, and by the way, the floor on the third floor was scrubbed clean, until late in the evening, she came out of the treasure shop, patted the dust on her body, and blended into the crowd on Deshengmen Street.

When He Yunxiao came out of the Zangfeng Pavilion, the sky was already getting dark.

The sunset casts afterglow, stretching the shadows of the trees and the figures of people very long, and under the golden red sunset, there is a street of laughter and noise.

He Yunxiao walked slowly on the street, with a comfortable and casual expression on his face, like a passer-by.

At this moment, he is no longer dressed as a servant of a wealthy family, but wearing a common man's clothes, short brown on the top, a tight hakama on the bottom, and the soap boots on his feet are also half-worn and stained with some ash.

Whether it is gait or appearance, He Yunxiao looks very ordinary, and there is no one who even looks at him when he walks on the street.

He pulled his cuffs and walked slowly on the noisy Deshengmen Street, and when he passed a fork in the road, a small lang ran out of nowhere, and collided with him, causing him to stumble back several steps

The little man seemed to know that he was in the wrong, and he didn't say anything after the collision, wiped his head and ran, and disappeared as soon as he slipped away

He Yunxiao rubbed his stomach, as if he had been hit with a lot of pain, and when he saw that Xiao Lang was gone, he spat on the ground hatefully, scolding and yelling at bad luck, and the people who were resting next to him let out a good-natured laugh.

It's just one of the most common scenes in the street scene, where people see it, laugh at it, and forget it.

After dusting off his body and dusting off his body, He Yunxiao still continued to move forward, walked all the way west out of the street, passed through several famous markets, found an inconspicuous car shop and hired an ox cart, and then leisurely rode for about half an hour, until he came to Wendufang, which is located in the west of the city, and he got out of the car.

At this moment, it is the time for dinner, and there are not many pedestrians in Wendu Fang.

He walked around the corner of a small alley, pulled out a tightly folded note from his sleeve, and looked at it with a frown.

This was given to him by the little Lang who hit him just now.

That Xiaolang is actually a girl, working as a casual worker in the Treasure Workshop, named Ah Xia, who was secretly bought a few years ago and was responsible for delivering news.

The surrounding light gradually dimmed, and the western sky took on a beautiful dark color, with sparse stars twinkling among the clouds, and the capital city was rising on the edge of the night.

He Yunxiao put away the note and stepped into the slender alley.

The west of the city was originally a place where the common people lived, and the further west he went, the more desolate it became, and the path he walked was mostly small paths, and gradually it became sparsely populated, but the trees and grass became denser.

After walking for another stick of incense, he stopped and looked into the distance.

Under the dark blue canopy, there was a vague shadow embedded in it, which looked like a temple.

He gazed in the direction of the temple, his face did not move, but his steps quickened a lot, and in a few moments he came to the door of the temple.

It was a long-abandoned temple of the City God, with crumbling walls and dilapidated walls.

At this moment, in the ruined ruins, there was a man standing with his hands in his hands.

It was a man in a dark color suit, with a burden behind him, a mask and a cloth towel, his exposed eyebrows and eyes were lifeless, his temples were faintly gorgeous, and his whole body exuded a gray and lonely atmosphere.

"I've seen the Yun Sect. As soon as He Yunxiao appeared, the man immediately bowed and saluted, and his tone was very respectful.

He Yunxiao let out a faint "um" and looked at him with lower eyes: "You came early?"

"Yes, I don't dare to let Yun Zong wait for a long time. The man said respectfully, still bowing.

A look of satisfaction flashed on He Yunxiao's face, and he raised his hand: "Get up, don't be so polite in front of me." ”

After the man got up, he still maintained a posture with his eyes drooping, and said respectfully: "The last thing is still thanks to the contribution of the Yun Sect. ”

When He Yunxiao heard this, the expression on his face darkened, and he shook his head and said, "It's not a big deal, I still know two people in that palace." After speaking, he sighed: "It's a pity that I didn't give it time, and it didn't work out, Qinghuan and the prince were unhooked." ”

"That's already good, at least the old people we left in the palace can still come in handy. The gentleman is very satisfied. The man said, his unheaving voice sounding a little strange, "Besides, our other plan has also been accomplished, and now that the situation is in the right direction of the gentleman, my lord can also lie dormant so as not to provoke criticism." Besides, that one actually started the idea of Qinghuan's marriage, and thought about stuffing people into Huan's house, which is really hateful. Mr. said, fortunately, with the help of Yun Zong, that one is now separated from his wife, and he is afraid that his mind will be in vain, and Yun Zong has really helped a lot. ”

In a few words, he told everything that had happened before.

He Yunxiao was not in a hurry to reply, but his gaze stopped on the masked man's slightly frosty temples, and a trace of sadness suddenly crossed his eyes, and he sighed: "Ah Lie, it turns out that you ...... I'm getting old, too. ”