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The second day was the Spring Festival, and the streets and alleys were full of cheerful children. Although it was freezing outside, they still only wore small jackets and frolicked and played. For these ordinary children, they always have to help with housework all year round, and they can only have fun for a while during the New Year, so they don't care about anything else.

Feng Wuxian sat on the window seat on the second floor, looking ignorant and unconscious. It's been ten years, and by July it's been ten years. Since entering the palace, he has never shown a child's heart, no wonder some people say that the years in the deep palace urge people to grow old, but they didn't expect that they could also be used on a big man of their own. He smiled wryly and drank his glass, a spicy taste that almost choked him.

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. Suddenly, a female voice suddenly sang softly, and the tune was extremely sad. When Feng Wuxian was already sad, where could he withstand such a flirtation, if it weren't for the years of princely career that he had developed a strong self-control kung fu, I am afraid that tears would have fallen.

A few guards sitting next to him also felt the scenery, and Xu Chun was the first to turn his head to look dissatisfied. I saw that there was a plainly dressed beautiful woman on the second floor, and an old man next to her was babbling with an erhu in his hand, completely ignoring that this was the time of the festival. The shopkeeper saw that the faces of several distinguished guests were wrong, and he was immediately unhappy, and rushed forward in a few steps to snatch the erhu from the old man's hand, and reprimanded him with a face: "Old man, what's the matter with you?" I see that you are pitiful and let you sing a few tunes to make the guests feel tired, how can you use such depressing words? You mean to entertain people, don't you? ”

The old man was visibly frightened as well. He didn't even dare to reply, and stood there trembling to himself, his eyes becoming more and more cloudy. Or the woman has seen something of the world. Standing up and bowing, Yingying said: "It's all the fault of the concubine, and I was sad just now." Unexpectedly, he used the fortune operator, and even the shopkeeper has a large number of you, and the concubine has made amends. Xu Chun and the others were shocked when they said a few words, a small singing woman spoke so elegantly, no matter how you look at it, you feel strange. A few of them were speechless. But his eyes kept sweeping towards the old and the young.

Seeing the woman pleading softly, even the shopkeeper's anger suddenly disappeared by half, but he still secretly glanced at a few guests here, and saw that they all looked as usual, so he was relieved. "Alright, just stop singing those depressing tunes. If you sing a few good songs with your heart, they will reward you with a few at will, and you won't have to work so hard in the future. He lowered his voice and glanced at the woman with a slightly greedy look. Then he walked to the counter, muttering to himself, "It's a pity that such a little lady is wandering around." Alas, she is a widow, and she cannot be provoked......"

Although the shopkeeper's voice was low, Xu Chun and the others were all kung fu people. How could they ignore such words, but when they heard the last sentence, the faces of several people changed at the same time. Ye Feng, who is the best on weekdays, looked at it intently, and saw that the woman was clearly dressed as a young woman, but she had a white flower on her hairpin, and it seemed that she had recently lost her husband. It's just an ordinary woman who was forced out by her family background to show her face, and most of the guards made such judgments, but Xu Chun looked at the pair of young and old with suspicion, looking thoughtful.

The festive and cheerful tone spit out from the mouths of the pair of singing old and young, as if there was something else, and the guards didn't feel it yet, but Feng Wuxian already felt a thorough chill to the bones. Are they assassins? A strange thought flashed through Wind Without a Trace's heart, and then it was fleeting. He picked up the wine glass again with self-deprecation, and was about to take a sip, but he noticed that something was wrong with Xu Chun's face. It was a mixture of surprise and strange expressions, could he know this pair of young and old?

Xu Chun suddenly got up and left the table, walked in front of the two in a few steps, and asked the woman in a deep voice:

"The girl's maiden family is surnamed Nie?" This question is strange, Rao is Feng Wuxian and others know about Xu Chun's family background Liao Ruo, and they can't help but be stunned at this time.

The woman was also stunned, then lowered her head, and only replied after a long time: "This lord, the cheap concubine is not the same as the surname Nie, you must have recognized the wrong person." Having said that, others could clearly see her complicated face at the moment.

Xu Chun felt more and more that what he expected was not bad, and he bowed slightly: "The girl is also a famous family, although her family is in the middle of the road, she should not fall into this field." I once went to your mansion on the order of my son that day, and I saw the girl once, although I can't remember it clearly for a long time, but I still recognize the place between my eyebrows and eyes. ”

Feng Wuxian couldn't help but be surprised, Xu Chun's remarks undoubtedly meant that he had sent him there in the first place, but why didn't he have any impression at all? His eyes suddenly lit up, and his face immediately became solemn, and a name that he had almost forgotten for a long time appeared at this time.

The woman hung her head and did not answer, her eyes were already full of tears, and in a moment she heard a gentle voice in her ear. "The girl's father was once the governor of Fujian, but Lord Nie Siyuan?" After so many years, she heard her father's name come out of a stranger's mouth, and she could no longer hide the sadness in her heart, and she couldn't help crying bitterly.

Even the shopkeeper seemed to have seen a little famous, and the person who looked like a boy and brother just now actually said what the governor was, but he was stunned at this time. This old man and young man have been in and out of their own inn for a month, but they have never seen any official style, is it really as those people said that it is a young lady of the eunuch family? He was also a man of opportunity, so he hurriedly sent his buddies to wring two hot towels, and sent them over diligently, standing beside him with a blank eye to find out something. It wasn't until Xu Chun signaled him not to get in the way here that the shopkeeper reluctantly walked away.

Although Nie Siyuan was killed by order that day, Feng Wuyan saw a golden and noble official lady fall into the field today, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. The woman probably remembered that there were very few people who came to send off the concubine at that time, most of them were old fathers and the like, and the identity of the son in front of her must be unusual, so she got up and wanted to salute, but the wind stopped without a trace. "This is not a place to talk, Miss Nie might as well wipe her face first, and then talk in the room later." He also saw the embarrassed face of the old man next to him, so he didn't want to expose her scars in front of everyone.

As expected, the woman was Nie Siyuan's daughter Nie Mingshang, who had been living with her mother since her father's death, and later married a distant relative in the capital, who expected that her husband would die after only a year of marriage. Her husband's family disliked her and her life was not good, so her in-laws, who were sad because of the loss of her son, drove her out. Nie Mingshang is just a woman who stays at home on weekdays, and she can only show her head in order to survive, if it weren't for the old servant Yuanbo who married from her mother's house to keep comforting her to live, I'm afraid this lonely woman would have to die.

Feng Wuxian would not have comforted people, and after a few words of good words of persuasion, Xu Chun temporarily placed the pair in the inn, but he sat in the room and was distracted. It's not that he is too suspicious, it's just that today's chance encounter is too coincidental, it's been seven or eight years, it's really hard for Xu Chun to remember. Thinking that when he first took power, he was already very tolerant of Nie Siyuan, not only let the Fujian governor see his family before he died, but also sent someone to send a funeral, for which he was also taught a lesson by Chen Lingcheng, saying that his heart was too soft. Today, I'm afraid I won't pay attention to these anymore?

"Your Highness, my subordinates think that woman is quite suspicious." Feng Wuxian heard this cold voice again, and couldn't help but sigh softly. Sure enough, he entered the room at some point and stood motionless behind Feng Wuji. "Just now, my subordinates went down to inquire about the news. The old and young couple had only moved to the county seat two months ago, and no one knew who they were. Everyone knows that this is the only way to enter Beijing, and if you plan it in advance, it is not impossible to wait for your opportunity here. ”

He was only suspicious, but he had already put it into action, and Feng Wuxian looked at the expression of the Immortal, and he couldn't help but have a feeling of knowing it. Presumably, as long as he gives an order, this guy will not hesitate to kill someone? "Forget it, the other party's intention hasn't been figured out yet, so there's no need to be so noisy, the grass and trees are all soldiers." He shook his head and rejected the hint of the Dead, "You should make more efforts to take care of them, and besides, we will set out tomorrow, and then we will do our best to give them both some silver." ”

"Your Highness, you should use extraordinary methods at extraordinary times!" The voice of the Immortal Jue was slightly raised, "Right now, all the people and horses who are breaking through the cold have been left behind by us, if there is anyone who has a heart or not, then even if my martial arts are high, it is difficult to lower the four hands with both fists, and there will still be only points of defeat at that time." Today is Zixu's mistake, if he hadn't revealed the identity of the woman, maybe she wouldn't have died, but since she understands the ins and outs of what we are waiting for, she can't stay. These words came out of the mouth of a cold man who regarded human life as a mustard, and even Feng Wuxian couldn't help but change his face.

"Let's decide tomorrow when we hit the road!" Feng Wuxian didn't immediately reply to the Immortal Absolute suggestion, and he was still a little strange about Xu Chun's sudden move at first. He has been with him for many years, and although he is not as involved in many secret affairs as the Immortal, he is also a person who knows the way to advance and retreat, and it is impossible for him to act rashly. "You call Zixu later, and I'll ask him what's going on. You can't do it without my command! As if he had seen through the meaning of the Darkness, he glared at him fiercely.

As expected, Feng Wuxian only asked a few words, and Xu Chun confessed his temptation at that time. As soon as he saw the two men, he felt that something was wrong, although the old man had a good disguise, but as an old man with poverty, his nails showed his feet. That kind of wrinkled hand would never have smooth nails, so Xu Chun took a closer look, and after recognizing Nie Mingsheng, he immediately exposed her identity. It is better to let such an embarrassing woman appear in front of the stage than to be plotted by others, this is Xu Chun's plan. Lingyun Zhiwei Traceless Chapter 7 Winning the Heir Chapter 15 The Old Man