Chapter 410: Encountering Old Acquaintances in a Foreign Country?

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Chapter 410: Encountering Old Acquaintances in a Foreign Country?

Out of the Anguo Mansion, Qingfeng's mood is extremely heavy, it is really a wave of unsettled, wave after wave, An Guogong's words set off a monstrous wave in her heart, the Emperor of the Apocalypse laid out this earth-shattering situation that will put the whole world into it, all the wealthy lords in the world have become his pawns, so what role does Dingzhou play in it?

Following Dingzhou's previous strategy, after destroying the Northern Lu Clan and annexing the Eastern Zeng Clan, Dingzhou Li Qing will become the most powerful local force in Great Chu, and its strength is enough to win the Central Plains. Qingfeng didn't believe that the apocalypse had not dealt with Li Qing's backhand, after all, Dingzhou's aggressive momentum in the past few years had been undoubtedly displayed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Will Princess Allure be the only backhand of the Apocalypse? Qingfeng asked himself more than once in his heart.

The sky is slightly revealing the dawn, the fluttering snow has gradually thinned out, occasionally a few fall, with the cold wind rolling in the air and drifting somewhere, the street has accumulated a thick layer of snow, and under the eaves hangs a long ice cube, which is illuminated by the lights, shining with colorful light. Qingfeng did not ride in the carriage, wrapped in a cloak, under the cloak, a few strands of black hair were raised by the cold wind, and the fawn leather boots stepped on the snow, making a creaking sound, leaving a deep footprint behind him. Zhong Jing, who was a maid, shrunk her hand in her sleeve and held a short sword tightly, in this Luoyang, presumably once Qingfeng's identity is exposed, there must be many people who want to get it and be willing. Behind them, the agents of the Statistical Survey Division pretended to be idle men, either alone or in groups of three or five, following them unhurriedly.

Passing through several streets, nearly an hour has passed, the sky is already bright, Qingfeng suddenly sensed something in his heart, Huo Di raised his head, looked at a large mansion dozens of steps away, outside the crimson gate, there are already more than a dozen family members waving brooms, struggling to sweep the snow, above the threshold, a person who looks like a girl ring is holding a male doll with pink makeup and jade pecking, the little boy is biting his index finger, his eyes are shining looking at the snowdrift that is gradually piling up, and he seems to be begging for something in a low voice with the girl ring, The girl smiled and shook her head, and the little boy looked depressed.

Zhong Jing found Qingfeng's strange appearance, followed her eyes, her face also changed, outside the gate of the courtyard, two red lanterns with the word Lin were fluttering with the cold wind, this is the Lin Mansion, it is Qingfeng's former residence, unconsciously, Qingfeng actually came here.

"Miss, let's go!" Zhong Jing reached out to hold Qingfeng and whispered in her ear. "In the Lin Mansion, maybe there are many people who know Miss."

Qingfeng nodded slightly, and let Zhong Jing lead her along the other side of the street, but when she looked at the familiar gate with a side face, her heart was still full of compassion, and tears couldn't help but fall down in large pieces.

The girl holding the little boy obviously also noticed the two women passing by her door, and the two of them were dressed in expensive clothes so that the girl couldn't help but look at it twice, just at this moment, Qingfeng turned her face and took a look at her, the girl's mouth opened sharply into an O-shape, bent down suddenly, picked up the little boy, and turned around and ran into the house like the wind.

"Let's go, miss, that girl recognizes you!" Zhong Jing was startled, dragged the breeze, and left quickly.

A moment later, Lin Haitao, who was the envoy of Dingzhou, wore only a Chinese coat, pulled his shoes and ran to the door, leaning against the door and looking at the street, in addition to his family being clearing the snow, there were other people there.

Pressing the door frame with his hand, Lin Haitao, who had already added countless gray hairs on his head, lowered his head in frustration. Turning around, the figure was hunched up, and he walked towards the courtyard in a gloomy manner, at this time he naturally did not know that at the corner of the street, a pair of tearful eyes were staring at him.

"Miss, let's go!" Zhong Jing said: "Go back!" ā€

"No, let's go to the Hanshan Pavilion, Ah Jing, I want to have a few drinks!" Qingfeng shook his head.

Looking at Qingfeng's expression, Zhong Jing stopped talking.

Compared with a few years ago, the Hanshan Pavilion has not changed at all, and it is still standing proudly between the shameful and arrogant restaurants around it without makeup, but it does not show the slightest shabby, but it has a different flavor, it is still early at this time, and the yawning guy is cleaning the snow in front of the door, obviously last night also stayed up for a while, sleepy-eyed, and low in spirit.

Seeing the arrival of Qingfeng and the two, the guy did not forget his duty, threw away the broom, and greeted him with a smile, "Two guest officers, it's so early, the shop hasn't opened yet!" ā€

Zhong Jing said: "Find a quiet seat, let's sit down for a while!" ā€

The guy said embarrassedly: "At this time, the master has not yet come, and the guest officer has entered, and there is nothing to eat." ā€

Zhong Jing touched a silver ingot and stuffed it into the guy, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if the master doesn't come, I can wait in first, this little second, it's so cold outside, can't we wait in the cold wind, right?" ā€

The guy weighed the silver nugget in his hand, afraid that there would be no small two doubles, the smile on his face suddenly became more cheerful, and his worried eyes suddenly became bright, "That's that, the two guest officers, please come in, please come in, it's just that the small shop hasn't lit a fire in the morning, and it's also very cold, the two of you please go to the private room on the second floor and sit down, and the little one will immediately light a fire for the two of you." ā€

Zhong Jing nodded, and walked into the door of the Hanshan Pavilion with Qingfeng.

Sure enough, there is money to make the ghost grind, and after a while, the little two have already lit a pot of prosperous charcoal fire and brought it into the private room of the two.

"Xiao Er, let's serve two pots of wine first, what kind of fruit and vegetable cold dishes, melons and fruits and snacks or something, just bring them up!" Zhong Jing put a large ingot of silver on the corner of the table and said.

"Okay!" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, this ingots of big silver, not to mention just some snacks and fruits, it was enough to hold a banquet in the Hanshan Pavilion.

Pouring a glass of wine for the breeze, Zhong Jing said, "Miss, let's have a drink to get rid of the cold!" ā€

Qingfeng picked up the wine glass and drank it all, but he choked and coughed, the wine squirted out, wetting the placket on his chest, and his face was red, Zhong Jing felt sad, got up to wipe the wine stains for Qingfeng, and said in a low voice: "Miss, the things in the world, there are ten ** things that are not satisfactory, that is, the moon in the sky, how many days can there be in January that is complete?" ā€

Qingfeng smiled and poured another glass of wine for himself, but his eyes showed the vicissitudes of seeing the world. "Miss, what are you suffering from, just tell Ah Jing! It will be much better to say it! ā€

Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Ah Jing, it's nothing, it'll be fine in a while!" Looking at Qingfeng's expression, Zhong Jing still wanted to persuade him, but a voice suddenly came from downstairs, "Xiao Er, find a good seat, what will be served!" ā€

The two of them changed color, this voice was too familiar, "Xu Siyu! Zhong Jing's eyes suddenly became sharp, Qingfeng was stunned at first, and then said with a smile: "Xu Siyu and Zhong Ziqi have always been inseparable from Meng, Meng is not defocused, it seems that Zhong Ziqi is also here, it is really not that the enemy does not get together." ā€

Zhong Jing pulled out her short sword, her eyes lit up, "Hit them off guard!" After saying this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he was still surrounded by a powerless breeze!

Zhong Ziqi and Xu Siyu are the two people who entered the city after Qingfeng entered the city on Chinese New Year's Eve, and they always had doubts about the southern army's advance in Qin and Jin Prefectures, and the delicate Zhong Ziqi always had doubts, but unfortunately his worries were not adopted by King Ning, and he could not find any clues in Jin and Qin Erzhou, so he simply went to Luoyang Xiao Haoran's base camp, hoping to gain something. The two of them were also frequent visitors to this Hanshan Pavilion back then, and they just arrived last night, and they couldn't wait to come to the old place to visit again today, but they never thought that they were already very early, but there were even more early visitors.

Xu Siyu, who had just stepped on the second floor, suddenly froze, reached into his waist, held the handle of the short knife, and looked at a private room on the second floor.

"What's wrong, Siyu?" Zhong Ziqi, who was following him, asked in amazement.

"There is murder, there is an enemy!" Xu Siyu said in a low voice, but he secretly complained in his heart, the enemy was ambushed here in advance, obviously the good ones don't come, the ones who come are not good, if it's just him, it's a good hand, it's always easy to escape if he can't fight, but with a white-faced scholar Zhong Ziqi, it's very bad.

Zhong Ziqi's heart also sank, who had such an accurate grasp of his whereabouts, the two of them stood at the entrance of the building, neither entering nor retreating.

"Mr. Zhong, I didn't expect to meet you here, it's really a narrow road!" A very nice voice came, hearing this voice, Zhong Ziqi was relieved, stretched out his hand to push away Xu Siyu who was blocking in front of him, and laughed: "It's really where you don't meet in life, Miss Qingfeng, we really have fate, for the New Year, you don't spend the holiday with Li Dashuai in Dingzhou, what are you doing in Luoyang?" ā€

The door of the private room opened, Zhong Jing appeared at the door with an unkind face, Qingfeng sat at the table, and scolded with a smile: "The dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth, I really regret that I didn't do you with a knife in Dingzhou." ā€

Zhong Ziqi swaggered into the private room, without scanning the murderous Zhong Jing by the door out of the corner of his eyes, and sat down with a big sting, "After a long drought and a rainy day, I met my old acquaintance in a foreign country, Miss Qingfeng, you see how far apart the two of us are, but we can meet again in such a place in the same morning, isn't it fate?" Siyu, come in and sit, don't stare at Miss Zhong, like a cockfight, what are you doing? ā€

Qingfeng smiled, Xu Siyu stood by the door, and Zhong Jing stared at each other, it was really like a cockfight, "Ah Jing, don't be so petty, come and sit!" ā€

Zhong Jing snorted, raised his fist at Xu Siyu like a demonstration, and walked to Qingfeng and sat down. Xu Siyu muttered in a low voice, and also walked to Zhong Ziqi and sat down, the two of them were across the table, but they still stared at each other disappreciably.

"Mr. Zhong, you are so bold, you dare to come to Luoyang!" Qingfeng smiled and poured a glass of wine for Zhong Ziqi.