The coachman raised his hand and pushed the large brimming hat that covered his face, turned and whispered something to the car, and a fair-skinned and beautiful hand slowly stretched out from the car, with a shining feather in the palm of his hand

The feather sound purple rubbed her eyes, she thought that her eyesight was amazing, even if she was so far away, she could still see clearly what happened on the carriage, so of course, she couldn't admit it to the feather in the beauty's hand

That's the feathers of the Dongyun peacock, could it be that the person in this car is the person he is looking for

The coachman took the feather, twisted his fingers lightly, and saw that the feather, which was soft at all, instantly turned into a ruthless sword that killed people, and in every small fluff, it seemed to carry infinite murderous aura. 『『Full text reading baoly】. s……

The feathers flew towards the man in black, and the man in black, who was still jumping up and down in the center of his eyebrows, fell to the ground in an instant, and couldn't get up

On the calm road, the three black-clothed people slowly turned into three black dots as the carriage walked away, and from the moment they saw the feathers of the Dongyun peacock, Yin Zi did not plan to leave lightly

At least she had to figure out who the people in the car were and whether they had anything to do with Ayaro

On this road, Yin Zi felt that she was too tired under the wheel of the carriage, so she simply climbed directly into the carriage, and at the back of the carriage, there was only a very narrow crossbar, but it did not prevent the petite Yin Zi from standing on her feet

In this way, an ordinary carriage marched unhurriedly on the road, in front of the carriage was a lazy and unreliable coachman, and on the crossbar behind the carriage was a playful and stunning girl.

When the carriage stopped at a tea shop, Yin Zi had quickly dodged it, but Yin Zi would not have thought that a smile appeared on the cheeks of the coachman in the carriage who was buckled by the hat

Yin Zi hid in the corner of the tea shop, watching the carriage gradually move towards the direction of the city gate, and already had a plan in his heart

Back in the Women's Red Square, Yin Zi called Xiao Qi over: "What is your master doing with those peacocks?"

Peng Qi replied honestly: "I don't know this, since I followed the master, those peacocks have been there"

"Who is your master?"

"A deceased old Chinese medicine doctor," Xiao Qi replied seriously.

"Look at what this is, can you recognize it," Yin Zi brought a little incense ash back from the valley to Peng Qi.

Peng Qi looked at the incense ash seriously, did he come to him and smell it, and then raised his head to Shangyin Zi: "Xiao Qi is a shallow learner, and it is not accurate." This spice is very difficult to come across, and Xiao Qi has only seen it once from Master."

"Continue," Yin Zi sat down on a wooden chair beside him and spoke.

"It's been too long, so Xiao Qi doesn't remember the taste of this spice very clearly, and vaguely feels that it is this taste, every time those peacocks are disobedient, or when they are easily irritable in spring, the master will burn incense, and the taste is very similar to this" Peng Qi recalled seriously.

Yin Zi squinted his eyes, integrated the information Peng Qi said in his mind, and lightly opened his lips: "You are a person from the Ayaluo clan"

Peng Qi's body was stunned, he looked up at Yin Zi, and asked with his eyes full.

Yin Zi stood up and clapped his hands, "The wooden sign of the Ayara Dynasty on my bed, you put it, I think, that day, I was a thief in my yard, and I also went to the wooden card, what do you want to sue me?"

Peng Qi remained motionless in his original posture, not explaining or answering.

"You didn't deliberately hide it, it's just that I know too little, as a little beggar, how can you know such a thing as "Ayafei", few people can recognize it now" Yin Zi still thought about the master's words in his head, "Ayafei" is the special rouge of the royal family of the Ayara Dynasty, and it is never passed on.

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