Zhao Hanjing was very entangled.

If there are really monsters and evil people who have infiltrated the city, this is a big deal, and you must have a conversation with Ah Yan. But how can he prove his judgment? Confess your past to her? Tell her that there are survivors of the murder case that shocked the rivers and lakes and shocked the immortal road in the twelfth year of Xingwu? And then what? Regardless of whether Ah Yan will believe it or not, if he doesn't confess, if someone really dies in the city tonight, his conscience will be disturbed; But if he confesses......

But he has been hiding it for so long, so long that he won't even repeat those pictures in his dreams, so long that he thinks that he can live the rest of his life like this...... Why...... Why didn't you let him go???

Just as Zhao Langzhong was on the verge of collapse, the beeping stopped abruptly, and the sword hung quietly on the somewhat old wall, dusty, as if it had never sounded, as if it were just an ordinary feng shui ornament.

Maybe it's not even a feng shui ornament, it's just a prop for children when they play war, and the kind of thirty wen and fifty wen a pair on the temple fair stall are still old - all this is just a nightmare, nothing, just lie back and continue to sleep.

But Zhao Hanjing knew that this was not a dream.

Early the next morning, Feng Ayan washed and put on her clothes, pushed open the door with a wooden knife, and was about to go to the yard to practice knife skills, when she saw a person sitting on the steps at the door, leaning on the pickle jar and dozing.

That person was none other than Zhao Langzhong, who had just officially confirmed a good relationship with her yesterday.

This is...... Insomnia again?

When she first came to work in the hospital two years ago, Feng Langzhong found that her little brother's insomnia was very serious, so serious that once she was awakened by a nightmare, she couldn't sleep all night. Even if a healthy man in the prime of life loses sleep at night, he will definitely be in a trance during the day; What's more, Xiao Langzhong almost drowned in the Jingjiang River, and because he soaked in cold water for a long time and fell ill, his heart and blood were already lost, how could he resist such consumption!

So the sicker he became, the sicker he became, so sick that no one dared to seek him for treatment, and the Sanqitang, which had an excellent reputation, almost seemed to be going out of business. Obviously, if taking medicine could work, Xiao Zhao Langzhong would have solved it by himself, so why bother to rely on the family wealth left by Lao Zhao Langzhong.

She was clear in her heart, most of the time it was the same thing back then, and the stimulation to Zhao Hanjing was too great. But she couldn't solve it directly, so she had to try all kinds of methods, but to no avail. In the end, she simply believed the nonsense of Master Menge that "the pillow killing pig knife can cure heart disease", thinking that the knife that has killed people is always more evil than the knife that has killed pigs, so she simply smeared her saber with cinnabar and stuffed it to Zhao Langzhong, and let him sleep in his arms for two months, and then he slowly got better.

So much so that when Xiao Langzhong was finally able to sleep peacefully, Feng Ayan couldn't bear to wake him up, and sometimes let him sleep until noon. Later, when she found out that he was so accustomed to him that he really couldn't do it and had to determine a regular routine, Zhao Hanjing had already developed a problem of lying in bed.

This was more than a year ago, why did he lose sleep again?

Feng Langzhong was puzzled, took the jujube wood knife behind him with one hand, and helped Zhao Langzhong to stand up first: "What's the matter?" Didn't fall asleep last night? ”

Because he squatted on the steps for the rest of the night, his feet were numb, and when he got up, he stumbled, didn't fall to the ground, and fell into Feng Ayan's arms. was caught by the other party's not very soft, but strong enough arms, he had some vitality, rubbing his red eyes like white rabbits, and he didn't dare to tell the truth: "I ...... yesterday Yesterday I fell into the water in the unclear spring...... Maybe a little frightened, and I had some nightmares at night, and I couldn't sleep anymore. ”

After taking the medicine and lying down for half an hour, Zhao Hanjing's mind was still a mess. Unable to sleep left and right, he opened the window, trying to blow a cool breeze to wake up, but accidentally smelled the steaming fragrance in the yard, and suddenly felt hungry. Zhao Langzhong simply kicked his shoes under the kang, scooped up the robe on the back of the chair, tied the clothes belt, and walked through the courtyard step by step, walking into the upside-down hugging building in the front room, planning to eat early before thinking about anything else.

However, as soon as he entered the hall, he saw a person sneakily gathered in front of the Eight Immortals table, taking advantage of Feng Ayan's going to the kitchen behind to serve porridge, and was picking up the roasted wheat in the cage drawer and secretly stuffing it into his mouth.

"Old Ge?" Zhao Langzhong's drowsiness was disturbed by this fine ghost, "Why are you here?" ”

The fine ghost is none other than the shopkeeper of Ge Ji's golden paper incense candle on the door, the third Lang of Zehuafang, Ge is confused. But others generally don't call him Ge Langzhong, they all call him Master Ge - just because Lang Zhong is generally sick, relying on pulse cutting acupuncture decoction medicine; This Master Ge came to see people's illnesses, relying on chanting mantras and burning paper ghost talismans. Therefore, Ge Mimu can be regarded as a well-known old bachelor in Zehuafang, and the people in the county are afraid that his future daughter-in-law will also learn from him to be a teacher-in-law, so they dare not marry his daughter to him.

But this person is not very old, he looks only about thirty years old, his face is white and beardless, his eyebrows are long, and his appearance is beautiful; He often wears a blue-gray cocoon silk robe, wears a Zhou Zi scarf, and his clothes are properly washed, without the sloppiness of a bachelor; On the bridge of his nose there is a gold-framed monocle imported from the South Seas, with a thin red gold chain, but it is flat, just to support the façade of his god operator.

Zhao Langzhong walked close to him, but he knew that this Master Ge really knew how to use the spells of paper puppets, and he was not the kind of Mr. Golden Point who put a fishy plate on the street. Not to mention Zehuafang, in the entire Qinghao County, with Zhao Hanjing's face that is brighter than window paper, and the virtue of "I don't want to talk to strangers other than the patient when I die", there are not many people who can get along with him normally, and Master Ge can be regarded as one of them.

In the final analysis, it is still the shopkeeper Ge who has enough faceless and skinless facelessness. He used to be a messy neighborhood wandering around, and he looked like he was familiar with everyone; And since two years ago, the face of the incense candle shop on the street was smashed by Feng Langzhong's lump of money kicked over, and when he came to ask for compensation with a sneering face, he found that the food of the old Zhao family was finally eaten, and he came to eat and drink if he had nothing to do.

Ge was sucked in a cold breath by the burning wheat, but he was still chewing hard, he stood in the hall with his waist bowed, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught: "Isn't this just going to the county government to deliver the longevity, I'm afraid that the ghost will follow the door, so I will go to your house to squat for a while." ”

By the way, steal two more bites.

The level at which he raised the bar with Ah Yan in private may have been tempered with this bad friend. Zhao Hanjing pulled over the chair and sat down, removed the cage drawer from Master Ge's hand that was secretly stretched out again, and rolled his eyes at him kindly: "You...... You say that you lack virtue or not, oh, you are afraid that the ghost will enter your house, so you will take the ghost to our house? Go, go, go, get out. ”

After touching the emptiness, Ge smiled and wiped the tip of his nose, full of fluent Beijing films, which was more lively than the storyteller's old sang: "Don't mind Zhao Langzhong, let me tell you, since ancient times, people have been afraid of good ghosts, and strong ghosts are afraid of evil people." As for the Feng Langzhong in your family, there is a good appearance with white eyes and slanted eyebrows like knives, no matter how horizontal the ghost is, he has to take a detour when he sees her. ”

There is no help. Zhao Langzhong sighed, turned around, put one arm on the back of the chair, raised his Zhongqi dantian to make a sound, stretched his neck and called out to the kitchen: "Ah Yan, Ah Yan-Senior Sister Feng-Feng Langzhong-Lao Ge said you-"

"Smack, don't shout, don't shout, can you talk about righteousness." Ge hurriedly covered Zhao Hanjing's mouth, pressed him back into the chair, and mysteriously leaned into his ear, "I'll tell you something, business." ”

Zhao Langzhong looked Ge up and down confused: "Just you, can you still have business?" ”

"Why can't I get down to business. Just now I went to the county office, just in time for the o'clock, Hulala, all the yamen officers are out of the nest. Guess what, last night, in Miandun Alley next to Pingkang Street, someone died. One is the cheap brother-in-law of Li Yuanwai's family in Nanguanfang, and the other is an old man who fights more. Early in the morning, the little boy of the old Song family in the alley ran to the county government to beat the drum, saying that he got up at night to relieve his hands and heard the old man shouting four watches, and there was no movement in the back. Ge was confused like commenting on a story, even talking with analogies, talking about a person with a nose and eyes.

"Bad luck, bad luck." Zhao Hanjing helped him with kindness and kindness, and he was perfunctory from head to toe.

However, his heart trembled, the person died after the fourth watch, and the humming peachwood sword last night also sounded during the fourth watch...... Fish scales, aquatic plants, should it ...... It can't really be a monster killing people, right?

Zhao Langzhong's perfunctory attitude could not dampen Master Ge's enthusiasm: "Then I handed over the longevity materials and kept accounts in the second hall, and I saw a few Qiu Ba from the City Defense Division, carrying the two corpses and moving them to the house." The one who died is a miserable one, tsk tsk, the clothes are all dyed - ouch! ”

It turned out that Zhao Hanjing finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled out the feather duster in the big bullet bottle on the cabinet next to him, and aimed at Ge's confused brain, and smacked it, relieved his anger and vented his anger: "You're so happy, I can't eat yet?!" If you have something, talk about it, don't talk about getting out! ”

"When I came out, I met Second Master Yang who was in the house, and he asked me to give you a message, calling you to go over to the house before noon." Ge was confused and covered the bag on his head, and after shouting in one breath, he saw Feng Langzhong coming out from behind with a pot of porridge, and immediately shrank his neck and jumped over to pretend to be aggrieved, "Sister Feng, your senior brother beat me!" ”

"Good fight," Feng Ayan put the porcelain basin on the table of the Eight Immortals, and smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed, "You think Lao Tzu can't hear it?" Eyes are white, aren't they? Slanted eyebrows look like knives, right? ”

As soon as the wicked man raised his hand, the delicate ghost sprang out in fright, and rushed back to the incense and candle shop across the street.

"Virtue." Feng Langzhong summed up Master Ge incisively in two words, sat down to serve porridge to Zhao Hanjing, and looked at his face with concern, "How is it, is it still uncomfortable?" Do you want to sleep a little longer? ”

"No, I'll take Xiao Haishan to the house in a while and ask Second Uncle Yang what he is looking for me." Zhao Hanjing stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the roasted wheat, thought about it, or changed it to a pickle, his face became more and more ugly, "Lunch...... Let's eat a vegan meal, lighter, okay? ”

When Feng Langzhong was a teenager, he also worked as an errand in the house for half a year, so he naturally knew what it was like inside. She listened to Zhao Hanjing's request, but she was not surprised, so she agreed neatly: "Okay, there are still two yesterday's bean paste buns left in the kitchen, I'll help you warm them up." ”

When Xiao Haishan came over to eat after standing on the pile, punching and feeding the donkey, he saw that there was only a bowl of porridge, a bean paste bun and a plate of pickles on the table, and he suddenly cried with a bun face: "Uncle Shi...... Didn't you steam mutton and roast wheat in the morning? Master ate them all again? ”

The junior thought about the half basket of soybeans in the donkey trough, and said that donkeys eat better than me.