I asked Xia Zhu again: "Is he really not out of the yard?" ”

Xia Zhu was already old, and when I asked him like this, he couldn't be sure: "It seems to be there, and it doesn't seem to be there...... This...... Maybe I took a nap and didn't pay attention......"

She couldn't be sure about it, and a look of guilt appeared on her face.

"It's okay, I'll ask him myself." I appeased Xia Zhu.

Xia Zhu was still a little worried: "That guy, did you do anything bad again?" Listen to me, princess, and don't keep him with you. ”

I squatted beside Xia Zhu and patted her hand: "It's okay, I have my own measure." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." She waited for me to get closer, then she saw the makeup on my face and touched my face, "This is what the second brother drew for you, right?" ”

"I'll tell you more about it later."

I walked into the outhouse and saw Zhaoyou sitting at the table, scribbling.

When he saw me coming, he put down his pen and stood up, slightly surprised: "The makeup on your face ......"

Me: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhaoyou: "It's beautiful. Just ......"

Me: "Just what?" ”

Zhaoyou: "The gouache has fallen. ”

Under this big sun, I ran all the way back, and I was already embarrassed. I only care about my clothes, and I don't have time to touch up my makeup, and Xia Shufeng is thickly applied, so of course this powder will fall.

Xia Zhu's old eyes were dizzy and he couldn't see it really, while Zhaoyou saw the scar on his face at a glance and stared at it for a long time.

I subconsciously reached out to block it.

He lowered his head and shook his kung fu, and suddenly it was dark in front of him.

Zhaoyou's figure blocked the sunlight and stretched out his hand to me. He had a gouache discard lying quietly in his hand. This is supposed to be the gouache he uses to apply makeup.

I frowned: "What to do?" ”

Zhaoyou stretched out his hand to my scar, as if he wanted to caress it: "I'll touch up your makeup." ”

I turned my head sideways and said, "No." ”

After I refused, he was silent again and handed me the gouache box.

Is this going to make up my own makeup to cover up the scars?

"Not necessarily. There is nothing to hide. I took a step back, returned to the sunlight, looked at him in the shadows, and asked, "Haven't been out of the house all day?" ”

"Nope."

"What are you doing in the house?"

He pointed to the painting on the table: "I'm drawing you a map of the stockade." ”

I took a closer look.

The picture shows a thatched house, and some are caves. These bandits actually live directly in a cave?! But there are nearly a hundred of these dwelling places, and it is impossible for these bandits to live alone in one place.

A bandit camp of a few hundred people? No, even more. You can sleep in caves, so why can't you make a bunk? Or even sleeping in a tree?

Me: "How many people are there in Qingyan Village?" ”

Zhaoyou: "Four or five hundred." ”

Is he telling the truth?

I saw a crumpled draft on the ground, and I bent down to pick it up, trying to unfold it.

Zhao You snatched it in a panic.

Me: "What's wrong?" Why can't you watch it? Don't...... What are the different maps of Qingyan Village? ”

Zhaoyou was even more panicked: "No! ”

I held out my hand to him.

Zhaoyou struggled and gave me the paper ball.

I opened it up and saw that it was my portrait. It may be that I have been specially practiced, and the painting is not bad.

This guy is serious?!

I asked, "How do you get in touch with Qingyanzhai?" ”

Zhao You said: "There will be spies from Qingyan Village who will come here pretending to be beggars, and I will meet him again when I see the code." ”

I frowned: "Don't use the flying pigeon to pass the book?" ”

"Pigeons?" Zhao You was surprised for a moment, then laughed, "That's meat." How could those people use it to deliver letters? Killed, roasted, and eaten, of course. ”

He was so reasonable!

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