Because he was going to Fanfu in the afternoon, Mu Yunsong had lunch at Su Qi's place very "by the way". After the meal, Su Qi took out Mr. Su's old robe again and asked a certain prince to change it into.

Mu Yunsong was really reluctant: "Can I not wear this." "He is a dignified prince, since he wants to deign to pretend to be a Taoist priest, he will have a new body.

And this robe is too easy to see things and think about people, thinking of the dead ghost Mr. Su, he is unhappy.

"I finally changed the fit for you before, and you're going to be done!" Su Qi set him up three or two times, pressed him on the chair again, and reached out to remove the jade crown of hair on his head, intending to comb him with a Taoist bun.

Mu Yunsong, who was wearing Mr. Su's robe, felt slightly sour in his heart, "You used to comb Mr. Su's hair too?" ”

"Not really." Su Qi pinched the wooden comb and replied casually, "His hair is thin, and he feels that he can't take it out, so he combs it himself, and secretly puts some black silk thread in it by the way." ”

Mu Yunsong suddenly found a psychological balance, the awkwardness in his heart was swept away, and he closed his eyes and felt her Qianqian's ten fingers running between his hair, as if he was afraid of hurting him, he combed it extremely carefully, and the tips of his comb teeth rubbed his scalp a little itchy.

The afternoon sun came through the window and sprinkled it on his face, and Mu Yunsong suddenly had a feeling of "the years are quiet".

He sincerely hoped that this moment would be frozen for a long time, and that it would never be finished.

As soon as he had this intention, he was happily patted on the shoulder by Su Qi: "Okay! ”

A certain prince who was immersed in it sighed slightly, subconsciously grabbed her hand on his shoulder, and said warmly: "When I am free, can I paint the thrush for you?" ”

Combing hair thrush is the boudoir pleasure of ordinary couples, as a military general, he once did not understand this, but now that he thinks about it, it is also extraordinarily warm and beautiful.

But a certain girl didn't appreciate it, and pulled out her hand to put a wooden hairpin on him, "No, no, my eyebrows grow well, in the words of the play: The eyebrows are green without painting, hehe." ”

Mu Yunsong sighed secretly: You did it on purpose......

At the right time, Pomegranate came to spread the word that the Fan family's carriage had arrived.

Fan Mansion is located at the foot of the west mountain of Guangning City, the house is connected to the academy, although the area can not be compared with the Beijing Palace, but it is really not small.

Su Qi and Mu Yunsong walked all the way with Steward Fan, looking around and secretly sighing: Master Fan and Mrs. Fan are the marriage of a scholar and a merchant girl, so Fan Mansion has both the style of scholars and the spirit of businessmen.

In short, the huge courtyard is full and has no layout, just like the Nine Palaces Bagua Array.

Seeing this chaotic pattern, Su Qi frowned secretly, turned his head to look at Mu Yunsong, and looked like he had eaten a fly, and suddenly felt that the Beijing Mansion was a low-key luxury, which was not the same.

Walking all the way to the second gate, Steward Fan suddenly paused and waved respectfully at the door: "Madam!" ”

Su Qi took the opportunity to look at this Mrs. Fan, under the big red pleated horse-faced skirt, a pair of dry boat-like feet were about to come out, and then looked up, the short placket of the lake-blue flower brocade could not cover the burly and sturdy figure, and a pair of yellow leopard ring eyes were painted on the basin-like face. She stood alone at the second door, and actually stood up with a momentum of "one husband is closed".

Sure enough, it is the daughter of the merchant family, this power, this style...... There is such a female head of the town, and there are still demons who dare to come to the door, which is really bold......

Su Qi was looking at Mrs. Fan with a lot of thoughts, and Mrs. Fan on the opposite side also looked Su Qi up and down, with disdain in her eyes, and asked Steward Fan, "This is the mage you paid a lot of money for?" ”

The meaning revealed in the words is obvious: What can a little girl do?

The corners of Steward Fan's forehead turned black, and he hurriedly smiled and said: "What does the lord mean, for the sake of the reputation of the ladies in the house, I specially asked me to invite a female mage." Although this Master Su is young, he is a famous teacher, with a sharp eye like a torch and a profound cultivation......"

He hadn't finished praising Su Qi, and Mrs. Fan waved her fat palm indifferently: "That's it, please please, the ugly words are ahead, if you don't have that diamond diamond, don't do porcelain work, old lady, I have seen more charlatans, but none of them can get the slightest benefit under the old lady!"

Her cynicism towards Su Qi made Mu Yunsong, who was beside Su Qi, frown, about to attack, but Su Qi secretly pulled his sleeve, looked at Mrs. Fan and said with a smile: "Madame's mother's family, I'm afraid it's unstable recently?" ”

As soon as she spoke, she saw Mrs. Fan's expression change: "How do you know?" Turning his head and glaring at Steward Fan, Steward Fan looked aggrieved: "I don't know what's going on with Madame's mother's family, how can I tell Master Su?" ”

Mrs. Fan thought about it, and when she looked at Su Qi, she was a little more jealous, and only heard her say leisurely: "Mrs. Fan's brother, I'm afraid there is some dispute over family wealth." ”

The so-called "eyebrows are thick and chaotic, and brothers and sisters are not united", and besides, the children of the businessmen worship more money, which does not count the father's property, this is said, there is nothing wrong with it.

Sure enough, Mrs. Fan's face was a little darker, but her eyes looked at Su Qi a little more cautiously, "After solving the matter of Fan's Mansion, I will ask Master Su for advice." As she spoke, her eyes swept over Su Qi, and she saw Mu Yunsong behind her, and a pair of leopard eyes lit up: "Who is this?" ”

"Oh, this," Su Qi knew that for such a philistine girl, a certain prince was unwilling to deal with him, so he hurriedly pulled his arm to make an introduction, "This is my friend, the nineteenth generation disciple of Wudang, and the chief of the big fairway." ”

When she introduced this, everyone's faces were black and white, and the powder on Mrs. Fan's face was about to fall, "Big ...... Ball? ”

Su Qi felt that he was stared at like this by her again, and a certain tsundere prince was afraid that he was going to turn around and leave, so he hurriedly grabbed him and continued to introduce enthusiastically: "Although the Taoist chief is young, he has to be passed on by Zhang Zhenren in Wudang, and he has traveled all over the world all his life, taking it as his responsibility to subdue demons and subdue demons. Today, I happened to pass by Quang Ninh, and I heard that there was an evil haunt in your house, so I came with me to take a look. ”

"I see!" The expression on Mrs. Fan's face changed drastically, and a white face smiled into a big white flower, "The Taoist chief is here in person, it is really a blessing for my Fan Mansion!" I don't know where I look and how old I am? ”

Your different attitude is too obvious...... Su Qi really couldn't stand it with her look, and hurriedly pulled Mu Yunsong and said, "Let's not gossip, let's go and investigate the evil things in your mansion first!" ”

Mrs. Fan couldn't get enough of the nymphomaniac's heart, and asked Steward Fan to introduce the two into the flower hall. Su Qi asked a little about the whole story, and then proposed to call all the witnesses who had seen the man in black to understand the situation.

The first to come was the family Ding Nursing Home who had fought with the man in black that night, a total of six people, and they were all terrified when they talked about what happened that night.

"That thing, it's as powerful as a bull, fast like a leopard, and fierce like a wolf!"

Su Qi pinched the pen and rolled his eyes: what kind of thing is he who pulls out the animal in one sentence...... She raised her eyes to look at the man who was talking happily: "Your name is Zhang Bao'er?" ”

"Yes." Zhang Baoer was suddenly named, looked at Su Qi, and stopped inexplicably shyly.

"You were the one who pounced on him that night?" This Zhang Bao'er is half a head taller than Mu Yunsong, born with big hands and long feet, like a black iron tower, a typical rough man.

"It's me, it's me! The guy was so strong that I tried to restrain him for a while, but the guy suddenly did a demon spell and strangled my neck with something...... Damn, I almost got to see Lord Yama! As he spoke, he reached out and touched his neck.

Su Qi saw that the red mark on his neck was still there, and his heart moved, and beckoned to him, "You come closer, let me see." ”

Zhang Bao'er's swarthy face turned a little redder, bowed her head and replied "Hey", and then took a few steps closer to Su Qi under the narrow gaze of other family members, simply knelt on one knee on the ground, and stretched her neck to show her.

Sure enough, a circle of dark red marks was swollen and tall, with some bruises and bloodstains.

"It's not ......light," Su Qi sighed, stretched out his finger and poked it, and pressed it again.

I don't know if it's her delusion, but a cold wind is swishing around her.

Zhang Baoer was pressed by her and grinned, but at the moment of the big beauty, he felt that it was an honor to be pressed by her, so he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

His "preferential treatment" was envied by the other family members watching from the sidelines, and one of them shouted: "Master Su, I was also smoked by that guy!" Pumped much harder than him! ”

"Oh?" Su Qi was about to study what kind of spirit it was through the scars, and he was very interested when he heard him, "Where are your injuries?" ”

"Here, here!" The man took a few steps forward and tore open the placket of his shirt to show her a scar on his chest.

Su Qi subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand again, but was slapped back by a certain prince who couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that everyone was scrambling to untie their clothes to show that they were honorably injured, and even the belt of their trousers began to be untied, Mu Yunsong's face turned black, and he hurriedly asked Steward Fan to take these rough men away.

"I haven't finished reading ......it yet," Su Qi just complained, and his forehead shuddered, "You still want to watch it?!" ”

Su Qi rubbed his head aggrievedly, raised his eyes and saw that a certain prince who was pretending to be a Taoist priest had a calm face, and hurriedly added timidly: "They ...... There is no prince to look at. ”

Her words are really imaginative. Mu Yunsong lowered his head to hide a smug smile at the corner of his lips, but deliberately admonished with a straight face: "You are a girl, you dare to say anything!" ”

What did I say? Su Qi was puzzled, "I mean, the prince has collected eighteen kinds of weapon scars on his body, and he naturally has some experience with bruises and strangulation marks." As he spoke, he put his hand on his cheek and put on a modest and inquiring demeanor, "According to the prince's opinion, what are the scars on their bodies?" ”

Mu Yunsong was embarrassed and a little annoyed: "I also collected eighteen kinds of weapon scars", what do you use this king as an exhibition hall?

"Judging from the degree and shape of the scars, first of all, they don't look like octopus tentacles."

"Why?"

"You've seen an octopus before, its tentacles are slimy and have many suction cups on it." Mu Yunsong stretched out his hand to simulate the demonstration, "If something resembles an octopus tentacle a person's neck, the marks should be neatly edged and leave some deep and shallow suction cup marks." But you also saw Zhang Bao'er's bruises just now......" said and glanced at her coldly, "and touched ......"

Su Qi obviously felt the warning in his eyes, and couldn't help but shrink a little, and hurriedly complimented, "There is no suction cup mark, and the edges are not neat, the prince is really as wise as a torch!" ”

"It's not like a snakeskin whip, soul hook rope and other common weapons," Mu Yunsong lowered his eyes and thought, and folded a branch of osmanthus in the water bottle on the coffee table, "The edges of the scars are irregular, and they are covered with fine blood and stabs, but they look like ......"