As soon as Yuan finished the book, the whole Zhengmingxuan was boiling.

Liu Ning was no longer shy, knocked on the table with his fingers again and again, and said with great ambition in the sound of da: "What a sentence 'the so-called famous ministers should be like this', and the officials should be like Lord Lin!" He turned to the Li brothers, "What do the two Li brothers do?" ”

The two brothers also said yes again and again, but their expressions were obviously not as enthusiastic as Liu Ning.

In the bustle, the bookworm's thoughtful expression did not escape Su Musha's eyes, she touched him and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Worm, what's wrong with you?" ”

The bookworm came back to his senses, "It's nothing," he paused, and whispered to himself, "I see......"

Su Mu snorted, knowing that he still had something to hide, but she didn't ask much in front of outsiders. She turned to Liu Ning and said goodbye with words of thanks: "Thank you Liu Gongzi for your warm invitation today, we have the opportunity to enjoy such a wonderful performance."

Liu Ningxun thanked: "Don't say that. Xiao Ke also wants to thank the two of you for the good luck that Xiao Ke has bringed. He said this, but there was a hint of pity in his eyes: on weekdays, I felt that the performance in this Zhengming Xuan was too short, and I was still unsatisfied, so why did I feel that it was too fast today.

Su Musha and the bookworm put the food money on the table, got up and said goodbye to the three people, Liu Ning had the heart to ask where they stayed, and felt that this move was too Meng Lang, so he had to say goodbye to the two of them softly.

After Su Musha and the two walked away, Li Youyuan joked beside him: "Brother Liu is so reluctant, why did a young girl make you have the idea of 'gentleman'?" ”

Liu Ning said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense." Tomorrow I have to write the scriptures silently in class, I haven't memorized it yet, I have to go back to study quickly," he said, "The day of Dabi is in February next year, but more than half a year, success or failure in this move, don't dare to be distracted." ”

The two brothers saw that Liu Ning didn't mean to laugh, so they had to accept the joke and say yes.

Since Zhengmingxuan went out. Su Musha twisted his neck: "Just staring at that Yuan, my neck is stiff," she looked at the bookworm, "Let's find a place to stay." I didn't see the inn all the way. It should be deeper in this street, let's take a walk again, so that we can eat and drink. ”

The bookworm bowed his head and walked silently.

"Uncle Worm, do you know that Lord Lin?" The bookworm looked moved since the beginning of the book review. During this time, he listened attentively, so Su Mu covered this question.

The bookworm replied, "Yes," he smiled sideways, "you have seen it too, in Rongzhou." ”

Hearing this, Su Musha felt to his heart: "Oh, it's Miss Lin's maternal grandfather." No wonder she said that she had never been to Dian for many years in Jiaozhou...... Was it Lord Lin sitting in the sedan chair at that time? ”

The bookworm nodded.

She recalled the scene when Lin Nuo spoke out that day to drive away the original Shao Ri and others who were besieging the Rongzhou rudder, and thought of Lin Yulin's words, and her heart was full of joy and worry: "Although Lord Lin said that the 'ban on drugs' was refuted, it doesn't mean that he won't be suspicious and laugh at the gang. Didn't Miss Lin also say that she thought the Xiaoxiao Gang couldn't get rid of suspicion. ”

Seeing her facial features wrinkled, the bookworm comforted her: "Lord Lin has a good name, and he will not wronged a good person." ”

These words are gentle and ironing, but it is a different scene in Su Musha's ears, as if there is a sense of alienation in kindness. Somehow, she always felt that the bookworm was far less concerned about the future of the Xiaoxiao Gang than she was, because he only obeyed his aunt's orders?

The two fell into a speechless state again, and walked out of the bustling long street again and again, and Su Musha was worn out by the length of the street. Said with a smile: "It's said that it's a ten-mile long street, it's really ten miles, and I don't know how many miles I can meet the inn." ”

Su Musha found that he had the potential to "cut off his iron mouth", and he said whatever he wanted. What is there, no, the style of the merchants on both sides of the street has changed in unison, from restaurants to inns.

It seems that this place is divided into sections of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and they have already walked through the "clothing" section and passed through the "food" section. When I arrived at the "live" section, the living section was far less lively than the food section, and there were no people standing at the door of the store soliciting customers. However, Su Musha didn't feel sorry at all, she tossed another day today, and the remaining spirit of Zhengmingxuan was tossed clean, if even the inn asked for a new one, and even a store had to draw lots to turn over the brand, then she would rather close her eyes and faint.

As long as there is a bed, everything is enough.

The two of them walked into the first inn with their legs raised, and the inn was called "Guests and Hosts Happy", which was a good intention.

After asking for two rooms, Su Musha specially asked the shopkeeper if the inn had a service to deliver letters for people, and after receiving a positive answer, she asked someone to hand over a letter to Dongfang Yi and inform them of their location, so that once he got Su Wan'er's news, he could send someone to inform her.

Ever since she and the bookworm lost contact due to an accident in the Hidden Village Guarding Forest, Su Musha had been panicking about such incidents, so she was immediately relieved to complete this matter.

At this moment, she was lying on the bed in the inn room in the shape of a large character, and her right hand was rubbing the pan flute around her waist back and forth. Through the bamboo tube, the White Emperor's breath emanated in wisps, covering her palms and arms, much stronger than before.

If he hadn't been fed just now, Su Musha would have thought that Xiaobai was hungry again.

"You shouldn't be so restless because you heard the name of your old master, right?"

Su Mu covered his eyes and looked at the top of the tent, and suddenly said a sentence. She knew that the White Emperor couldn't respond to her, and even for a Gu, he wouldn't have any deep thoughts, but she still couldn't help but speak to him.

It's really today's book, and the surprise for her is too great.

The mysterious Tang poem, the Tang poem that has superb skills for poison Gu but would rather turn poison into treasure, the Tang poem that refined the White Emperor.

The words in the Gu Sutra, Su Musha didn't know how many times she had read it, it could be said that she was reciting it backwards, although she hadn't found the opportunity to use those Gu yet, but because of the White Emperor, she had already admired the Tang poem in her heart. Now knowing her former identity as a Danshi, knowing that she was involved in that Lin Nuo's origins, and knowing her ending, Su Musha couldn't help but suspect that this person was related to the Xiaoxiao Gang.

"Xiaobai, how long have you lived?"

Su Musha asked half-jokingly, and then asked himself: "If you know how old you are this year, you can finally deduce when Tang Shi settled in Houshan...... Well, in fact, just think about when Houshan was listed as a forbidden place...... Ever since I came into contact with the helpers, the place has been closed to people and ghosts......"

Thinking about it, Su Musha turned over and sighed: "Forget it, the matter of the Xiaoxiao Gang is the most important thing now, Lord Lin Nuolin, I don't know where he works?" ”

Her thoughts were divergent and long, and in a few breaths, she had already turned to the mysterious Lord Lin, and suddenly turned a corner, and suddenly thought: Anyway, when you separated from the dark village, didn't you make up your mind to discuss a set of contact codes with Uncle Worm. This matter has not been done until today, it will not be done, tomorrow, tomorrow must be done.

(The heroine's diary 59, the last supplement on the 10th of June, alas, tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows.) (To be continued.) )