In the west of the city, there is an alley that is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle, which is called "Gold Powder Lane". Fame makes sense, the fat powder in the alley is fragrant, and it is a place to do skin and meat business.

Different from the grandeur of the Cuiwei Building in the east of the city, the Jinfen Alley is dark and cramped, with low houses lined up like pigeon cages. Hang a red lantern in front of the door, pull a cloth curtain, and you can open the door to do business.

The girls here are not as delicate as the girls in Cuiweilou, and they must be served by special mothers-in-law and maids. Naturally, you don't need to have a good face or a beautiful figure. As for playing the piano and painting, chanting and composing poems, save it, those ugly men who don't know a single big word, who still rarely tosses that thing.

They wore the brightest clothes, painted the most tacky makeup, and entertained all kinds of men—farmers, butchers, gamblers, drunkards—in short, poor.

Rich gentlemen will go to Cuiweilou to hug the girls to listen to music and eat flower wine, and they disdain to come here.

Today there was an unexpected person.

Although the man was dressed ordinarily, he wore a silver ring on his left hand that looked very valuable, and the ring had a very special style, and the upper ring was inlaid with six emeralds the size of rice grains, which were shiny and faint.

Even people who have no eyesight can see that these small millet grains are by no means anti-product.

The young man didn't look like a robber either, wearing something that didn't belong to him.

He should be the son of a big family, sitting and walking, there is a kind of arrogance that is incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere, unstained, and a little arrogant.

The girls were jealous of the wrinkled old woman named Red Peony.

Red Peony was a little resentful at this time.

She had been screaming her bed for most of the day, and the young man had only stood in front of the narrow window in the room, and had not even turned to look at her.

Suddenly, the folds of the man's clothes moved, and the red peony was overjoyed, and before he could put on a coquettish pose, he felt that he had been hit by something his forehead, and then he lost consciousness.

The curtain was lifted from the outside.

A man in a black cloak flashed in from under the curtain, the curtain hanging silently, so fast that it was suspicious that the illusion arose for a moment.

If it weren't for the fact that there was one more person in the room out of thin air.

"Where are you from?" Wan Ding stared at the slightly swaying curtain behind the man in black and asked calmly.

"Aoyama is nameless." The voice from under the low-hanging hat was dry and hoarse, like the cry of an old eagle coming from the jungle in the middle of the night.

A ghostly atmosphere.

"Where are you going?"

"Looking for it in the depths of the white clouds."

Wan Ding untied a wooden sign from his waist and threw it at the man in black.

The cloak flashed for a moment, but before the man could move, the wooden sign had been held firmly in his hand, and he was stuck into a hollowed-out wooden trough board, and it was tightly sealed.

The man in black took out the waist card, turned it over and glanced at it, and threw it back.

The head and face are always hidden under the hood.

"It turned out to be Mr. Six." The man said.

"Why did you choose to meet in such a place?" Wan Ding glanced at the direction of the bed tent, his eyebrows raised, and the disgust in his eyes could not be hidden.

"I can't stay too long, Mr. Six still has a moment to ask."

The man in black said, "Mr. Six is here for the assassination of the eighth girl today? ”

"What do you know?"

After Huo An returned to Huaijing Street, he was taken down by Jin Yanchen and sent directly to the Execution Palace.

There are two reasons for this:

First, your hiding place has been discovered by Jin Yanchen, and he intends to wait for the time to be ripe to catch you all. Huo An launched it in advance and messed up his plan.

Second, Jin Yanchen checked the accounts of the Jingou gambling house and found that Huo An took advantage of Xu Younan's trip south to Yangzhou and made him sit in Chuzhou, and did tricks on the books, taking 400,000 cash into his private pocket. ”

"Is your message reliable?" Wanding is not a gullible person. Jin Yanchen's disposal of Huo An may be that Huo An really betrayed, or it may be that he set up a trick.

The man in black didn't say a word, took out a handful of sand from his sleeve and sprinkled it on the grease on the tabletop.

A moment later, a pitch-black insect crawled up the table leg with agility, and as soon as it entered the sea of sand, it seemed to be stuck and crawled slowly.

A strange pattern appeared on the sand.

"Mr. Six doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. You push the woman away, causing her head to hit the wall and tear the tent apart. ”

The black worm continues to crawl.

The man in black stretched out his hand wrinkled like bark, rubbed the fine sand on the table for a moment, and said, "You only said one word to her, let her cooperate with you, and don't let people see anything strange in the room." ”

"Mr. Six, there are secret methods that can't be glimpsed, but secret methods don't lie."

The tone of the man in black was clearly a little angry, and his voice was not as weird as before, slightly more normal: "Only people can lie, insects can't lie." ”

Raise your hand into your sleeve. Strangely, as the thin dry hand left the table, the fine sand that had spread all over the table disappeared with it, clean and traceless.

This person has an unbeatable pair of fast hands.

Wan Ding was silent for a moment, and then asked, "What did Mu Dianke do today?" ”

"Before dawn, she went to Huairentang."

"What is she going to do in Huairentang?" Wan Ding was vigilant in his heart, he always felt that the other party was tracking them all the way and killing the doctor in the medical hall, and there was a suspicion of deliberately leading them to Huairentang.

She went to meet Chang Jili and Li Ting's eldest son, Li An'an, and confirmed to them whether Chang Qianfo really didn't have a neutron mother Gu.

Xu Younan followed her and told Jin Yanchen about it, and Jin Yanchen was very angry.

"What else did she do after she went to Huairentang?"

On the way back, she bought a bunch of kite-making materials and stayed in her yard to pitch kites all morning. In the afternoon, she asked someone to find her two cow bones and make a red bean dice.

left once in the middle, it was after Huo An was sent to the execution palace that she quarreled with Jin Yanchen. It was also provoked by Xu Younan. ”

It is no secret that Xu Younan is committed to provoking Jin Yanchen and Mu Dian to be unfriendly.

What puzzled Wan Ding was that Mu Dianke in the mouth of the black-clothed man seemed to be two completely different people from the Ming Palace saintess he had heard and pondered deeply.

"I've seen a lot of girls, smart and smart, but once they meet the man she loves deeply, they become stupid and keep doing wrong things and stupid things." The man in black said with emotion.

If it was before the trip to Chuzhou, Wanding would never believe it.

He knew that the women in this world could do wrong things and stupid things, but Mu Dian wouldn't. Her ghostly tricks and her calculations have made many pretentious charlatans fold in her hands.

But there is one thing that cannot be ignored - Mu Dianke did show unprecedented gentleness and sluggishness after staying in Huairentang. Otherwise, he would not have been forced into that passive situation by Tan Zhou, or even by Chen Jingxi, Yan Ling and others.

If this is the case, how could Mu Dianke, who is full of only love in his mind and ignores everything, plan such a meticulous conspiracy while tying a kite and grinding the dice?

How could she suddenly think of such an old acquaintance as Bo Xiao and think of sending him a bag of chestnuts when she was embattled and unable to protect herself?

The starlight is faint, and the cool night breeze at the entrance of the alley blows away the smell of erosive fat powder.

Wan Ding took a deep breath and threw a square-hole coin into the air.

The copper coin was held in the palm of his hand, and he did not spread it out to see the result.

Every time there is a big event, it is decided by money.

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