The night was dark and the moon was hazy.

The flowers and trees in the woods have all withered, the cold is severe, and the evening breeze is sluggish. On both sides of the path, yellow, white, and purple...... Colorful chrysanthemums bloom in the faint moonlight.

Such a night, such a moonlight, such a fragrance of flowers, a pair of young men and women, like a pair of nightingales, chased each other one after the other, and the biting cold wind suddenly softened a lot, and the silent valley became smart.

The "fox" is as light as a swallow, and its small mouth makes a "giggle" laugh from time to time; Wen Jun was like lightning, following behind happily, and deducing a classic episode of "cat and mouse" with a heart.

Suddenly, the fox's delicate figure disappeared behind a large tree.

Although Wen Jun's "emptiness in the sky" walked alone in the world, he didn't have time to keep up, and he didn't know what happened to him, so he hurriedly hid in a pine tree.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of flute in the cold wind, desolate and tactful. Wen Jun hesitated for a moment, and his body immediately jumped up and swept over like a swallow, like a huge bat in the night.

There are a few delicate huts in the bamboo forest, a lamp like a bean, the windows are dim, and the desolate, tactful flute sound is obviously coming from the house.

Although there is a thin screen window, Wen Jun still sees the scene in the house clearly.

There is a warm embroidery bed in the corner of the house, there is a carved rosewood dressing table next to the embroidery bed, there is a flower stand next to the dressing table, the night breeze enters the window, the cigarette smoke on the flower stand is swirling, and a trace disappears in the evening breeze.

Under the west window, in front of the dressing table, the back of a woman appeared in front of Wen Jun's eyes, the person held a horizontal flute, and was concentrating on playing a desolate and tactful heart, the flute sounded like crying, as if lamenting that it was difficult to find a soulmate in the world and that his fate was not good.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the house, and a wine jug was set on the fire. Next to the charcoal fire was a small table with four steaming dishes on it, and a pair of clean chopsticks on each side.

Look at the back of the woman, slender and slender, wearing a water-red brocade robe with several lifelike purple phoenixes embroidered on it. The hair in a shawl is jet black and shiny, and the fingers holding the transverse flute are slender and well-proportioned.

Although the birds are singing and the air is fresh in the deep mountains and empty valleys, a woman does not have the courage to be alone here anyway. This woman is probably waiting for the man who has not returned, right? In the hot air, Wen Jun seemed to smell a rich aroma of wine and mouth-watering beef.

In the dead of night, a woman sits alone in the west window, guarding a candle lamp, blowing a song of grief and sorrow, quietly waiting for her late man. This woman must be the most gentle and virtuous wife in the world, and the man of this family must be the happiest husband in the world!

Looking at such a picture, Wen Jun couldn't help but be stupid. He suddenly remembered Zhou Xiaolei and Murong Wenrou, I wonder if they didn't fall asleep because they were worried about their safety?

The wind is still blowing, and the leaves are still swishing. How can there be such a family in such a deep mountain?

"Since Childe is visiting on a cold night, why don't you come in and drink a glass of water and wine to warm up?" The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and a gentle and pleasant voice followed.

Wen Jun was stunned, although he didn't deliberately hide his breathing, but his hiding place was also eleven or twelve feet away from the hut, and the cold wind outside the house was bleak, how did the people in the house know about his arrival?

At this moment, there was a "squeak", and the windows of the hut had suddenly opened, and the candlelight in the house poured out with a wave of heat. By the west window, leaning on a slender woman who seemed to be angry and ashamed.

Knowing that he had been discovered, Wen Jun chuckled, tiptoed, sprang out from behind the pine tree, and drilled in through the open window like an arrow. The whole process is just a breath or two.

The light shone obliquely, right on her face.

Wen Jun's gaze also fell on her face at the same time as the light.

It was an almost flawless face, with contours and lines that were as perfect as a piece of elaborate carving.

Wen Jun was stunned, and a portrait suddenly appeared in his mind, which was simulated by Murong Wenrou according to Zhang Shaomei's narrative.

Although the corners of her clothes and makeup have changed significantly, her eyes and face cannot be changed, and the innate temperament of a rich and noble family exuded from her is everywhere.

Rich boy! Wen Jun is almost certain that she is the rich son and secret envoy that Zhang Shaomei and the wine girl said. Didn't the "fox" also say that he brought him to the secret envoy?

Don't...... Could it be that she was originally a daughter, and when he appeared as a secret envoy, she was already disguised?

Wen Jun looked around, embroidery bed, dressing table, flower stand, incense burner embroidery bed, dressing table, flower stand, incense burner...... Looking at the furnishings of this room, it is clearly a woman's boudoir! This strengthened his judgment that the secret envoy was a woman!

She is the ruthless and unconscionable messenger behind the bombings of CITIC Bank and Zishuihe Park in Sioux City? If it weren't for Wen Jun's insight into this matter in his heart, it would be difficult for him to associate this well-mannered, quiet and delicate woman with the Killer Demon King.

This time, the "fox" didn't lie, and really brought Wen Jun to meet the "rich son"! Now the "rich boy" is seen, but she suddenly disappeared!

Was it a conspiracy, or an accident?

Seeing Wen Jun's stupid look, the "rich son" couldn't help but laugh, his body was slightly owed, and said: "The little woman's name is Wei Chi Zhichun, may I ask the name of the son?" ”

Wen Jun felt a trace of contempt in his heart, and said in his heart that since you are acting with me, I have no choice but to accompany me to the end. At the moment, he clenched his fists without showing his expression and said: "The little surname is Wen Mingjun." ”

A gust of wind swept by, rolled up the thin curtains, and a cold wind raged in, and the dim candlelight was blown swaying, reflecting the flawless face of Yu Chi Zhichun, flickering and dimming, looking handsome and mysterious.

Wen Jun felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but feel excited. The kind of silence that always carries a bit of desolation in the deep mountains is by no means something that people in the red dust can imagine.

Wei Chi Zhichun said with a smile: "The night is urgent, the weather is cold, and the ground is freezing, Wen Gongzi is afraid that he is not used to the years in the mountains, right?" With that, he moved the window and closed it.

Wen Jun nodded curtly, and for some reason, he felt a little cold on his back, and said, "I suddenly remembered an interesting story." ”

Wei Chi Zhichun's eyes flowed, and he said, "Oh, is it? Mr. Wen might as well sit down and have a few drinks, and let's listen to your story while we drink, okay? ”

Wen Jun made up his mind that "if you come, you will be safe", so he sat down with peace of mind, thinking to himself, can you still eat me?