"Childe, that boy is not a desert wolf. It's just a person in the Hundred Operas that Mrs. met by chance. The woman in the green shirt brought a cup of warm tea and spoke slowly, "Taishi Mansion invited to perform the play." ”

"Troupe?" the white-robed boy took a sip, and when he heard that it was a troupe, his eyes brightened even more, and he thought about it.

The wind blows through the wisteria flowers, the fragrance is fragrant, and the bees and butterflies shuttle freely.

"Invited by the Taishi Mansion, it must be from outside the city. The freedom to come and go is really enviable. He smiled.

The woman in the green shirt listened to this, and her heart tightened.

"Sishuang, where are they going next? I mean after the performance in Taishi Mansion. ”

Unexpectedly, he was so interested in an ordinary troupe, and the green-shirted woman was slightly surprised: "Sishuang really doesn't know." ”

"Are there any harmony words in their plays?"

As if the clouds were clearing, Sishuang understood, it turned out that it was the son of the cilant who had been sealed for many years and came to Shixing.

"Sishuang hasn't inquired specifically, does Childe want to call him for questioning?"

But he was silent.

"Not necessarily. ”

The petal depression, this indifferent coldness, can be regarded as unexpected and reasonable.

Sishuang silently looked at the turnip boy who seemed to be close to the distance.

She heard that someone once folded a pen and burned a manuscript, swearing that all the words and lyrics written in the pen would all pass away with the wind. Like, the ghost who has passed away.

"Then go back and rest. Taishi Mansion invited his wife to dinner and had to come back in the afternoon. In the evening, you have to accompany your wife to the best restaurant in Fenglin to taste the characteristics here. The woman in the green shirt said as she supported the sick son, "I was fine yesterday, but I caught a cold today." Would you like Sishuang to find a doctor to take a look at it, and inform Madame or the messenger?"

"No need. "The rejection was short-lived. The white-robed boy stood still, his tone softened slightly, and explained to her slightly: "It's an old problem, there's no need to let everyone know. ”

Immediately after, there was a violent cough that rushed into the skull, and he leaned weakly against the gable. Sishuang hurriedly gave him a beating on the back.

After a pause, the white-robed boy suddenly hesitated and asked, "In the Lingxiang Pavilion, there are a lot of those things." ”

Sishuang certainly understood what he meant, and bowed his head silently.

The idea had just come to me and vanished. Without waiting for Sishuang to speak, he vetoed himself in a cold tone: "Forget it." Soul smoke must not be stained again. After that, there was a little warmth in his tone, he smiled slightly, looked at Sishuang, changed the topic, and asked, "I don't know "Mulan Tune", how is Miss Sishuang writing?"

Sishuang hurriedly replied, "I wrote twelve songs last night. It will take some time to finish recording it all. ”

"Well, then these days when I stay in Fenglin City will trouble the girl. He looked at the small golden lock hanging around Sishuang's neck, and said, "On this trip to the city, I met a strange woman who could sing a full set of "Mulan Tune" and "Mulan Tune with Reduced Characters", and also did a first-class disguise technique, which is really an honor." ”

"What did Childe say? Sishuang quietly lowered her head.

A small white flower bloomed in the heart of the green-shirted woman, and she responded softly in her heart: If you want to say that it is an honor, it must be mine. Being able to see Gongzi again is God's greatest favor for Sishuang.

Between the slender collarbones, the green shirt set off the small golden lock shining, it was a very delicate gold lock, the size of a fingernail, the keyhole, the lock beam, the hanging chain, everything is available, the seven sides are engraved with complicated patterns, and-

"Girl, this golden lock, I saw it yesterday, and it is still locked. He said softly.

A wall of roses seemed to suddenly die, and withered petals fell. The solid ground seemed to crack a gap, and the ghost claws that protruded from it only wrapped around Sishuang's thin ankles.

"Huh......? opened. Sishuang rarely, cold sweat suddenly broke out on her forehead.

She panicked and hid the gold lock in her collar.

The behavior is indecent, the placket is wrinkled, it is too late to tidy up, and the most important thing is not to let him see the golden lock opened.

"Perhaps, yes, well, Sishuang accidentally broke it herself. Can you allow Sishuang to leave for a while? It's really a reluctant request, Sishuang wants to take this lock to repair, and I still remember that Lingxiang Pavilion has an appointment, and I just happened to go back to get the booklet for collection, as well as the tools and materials for making a disguised face. For Childe to play with. She forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart while piling up reasons.

Seeing this, of course the white-robed boy would not continue to ask, on the contrary, he withdrew his gaze, showing no interest in the golden lock, and just bowed his head: "You go." It was a troublesome girl to come to this old house to stay, so as to avoid the annoyance of the guests and help complete the tune of the wind collection. The girl is free to come and go, and there is no need to bother to take care of me. Those are the things of the attendants. ”

"That Sishuang has retired. The woman in the green shirt hurriedly saluted.

"If the girl has any spare power, why don't you help me to check what is going on with the prophecy that the man mentioned in the city just now. ”

"Yes, Sishuang understands. She quickly got to her feet, quickened her pace, and almost fled. It wasn't until he got into the arranged carriage and grabbed Che Xuan that he realized that his hands were actually a little colder than Mu Xuan, who had no temperature.

The seven-sided golden lock lay quietly in his hand, and the keyhole opened in the fourth direction.

The tiny black hole in the keyhole drained all of her breath.

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The wind is in the city, and the Taishi Mansion is in the palace.

The entrance to the remote garden was blocked, and there was a yellow charm on it to ward off evil spirits, and I had to bend down and get through the gap.

In the courtyard, in a remote corner of the gable and elm trees, a beautiful aristocratic woman dressed in a white feather veil stood in front of an iron frame, curiously observing the aging birds, chained to a wooden frame half a man high, and left alone.

This beautiful woman is Qi Bei's sweetheart, Mrs. Bailing.

She was carefully looking at the ugly old creature snoreing and sleeping in front of her, with a pointed beak and a long neck, and pointed wings, and looked like a bird resting in the East, but she couldn't figure out where it came from in the first place, what kind of breed it was, and many questions.

Lady Bailing decided to give it a try.

Twitter, grunt, twitter......

She began to imitate the chirping of more than a dozen species of oriental birds, trying to communicate with the old gray bird, hoping to judge the species by the call it made in response. Who knew that he tried more than a dozen sounds back and forth, but there was no response at all.

Doesn't it understand the slightest?

She was even more surprised.

There are only seventy or eighty kinds of bird sounds in the eastern country of the summer source land, and it is not impossible to say that there are some rare species that are almost extinct, but after all, the difference in the sound is not too big, and you should always understand a little bit. Could it be that what is in front of you is a kind of bird that you don't even know at all?

What kind of breed is it?