War and chaos together, all industries withered.

This is no exception, even in Qinglou.

Especially after the Relief Army conquered Wanyang, every family was in panic, and they were afraid that the Rescue Army would burn, kill and loot.

Fortunately, the army discipline of the rescue army is strict, and there is no crime in the autumn.

In addition, the big clans in the city actively cooperated with Su Yunxiao to appease the people of Wanyang, which made the situation in Wanyang temporarily stable.

Even so.

Most people are still worried.

The huge Wanyang, that is, the East Market, is a little lively.

After all, people want to make a living, and when the family can't open the pot, some people will naturally take risks in order to feed and wear.

But the Qinglou is different.

Qinglou is a place of sound dogs and horses.

Ordinary people have no blessings, and large families are walking on thin ice.

The business of Qinglou has inevitably plummeted.

Mercy Pavilion.

This is one of the few green buildings in Wanyang that are still open.

Because Lianxiang Pavilion belongs to the local teaching institution, which is commonly known as official prostitutes.

Usual times.

The people who entertained the Lianxiang Pavilion were all dignitaries, and now that Wanyang has changed hands, the original rules have been abolished.

Otherwise, if you meet the leader of the Rescue Army, will Lianxiang Pavilion dare to refuse the other party's entry?

What's more, the girls in the Mercy Pavilion also have to eat, and if they have no business, who will feed them?

When a guest finally comes to the door, the bustards and the big teapots in the pavilion will inevitably greet them warmly.

Although Zhong Liyuan's image is a little worse.

But Xia Fan was born extraordinary at a glance.

You must know that his outfit will cost dozens of taels to say the least.

Don't look at Zhong Liyuan and the old bustard's teapot talking and laughing, it is estimated that everyone regards him as Xia Fan's entourage butler.

If you don't look at the monk's face, you have to look at the Buddha's face.

Under the leadership of Zhong Liyuan, the real old driver, the two soon came to a private room.

Xia Fan didn't speak.

He quietly watched Zhong Liyuan's performance.

Boy.

As soon as they spoke, they asked Lao Bustard to bring all the most beautiful girls in the pavilion, saying that they wanted to help Xia Fan choose carefully.

So much so that Xia Fan's eyes were wrong when he looked at Zhong Liyuan.

Brother, are you sure you didn't come from Dongguan Tamsui in your last life? Why are you so skilled?

watched the girls come in batches and leave in batches.

The old guy is picky.

This one is too tender, and that one is too thin.

Anyway, he always has various reasons to pull it out and criticize it.

A quarter of an hour's time.

He finally picked a few girls who were good-looking.

But he didn't let the other party drink and have fun, just listening to others play a little song there.

After two sips of wine, he became interested, and tapped the cup with a chopstick in one hand to echo the chanting.

Don't look at him ugly.

But the sound is full of thick cotton magnetism.

Xia Fan wanted to ask, tell me, what is your dream?

Xia Fan didn't have Zhong Liyuan's good interest.

Ate a few bites of food and drank a few glasses of wine.

He excused himself and left, and Zhong Liyuan didn't stop Xia Fan, just asked him not to forget to pay the girls a little fat powder.

Leave a small stack of silver tickets.

Xia Fan pulled his legs and left.

It was only as he was about to step out of the lobby that his nose moved.

It was as if I smelled a familiar scent in the air.

"Oh, I've got you. ”

He didn't stop there.

Only the corners of his mouth rose inexplicably.

Then he went directly to the East Market, visited all the shops that sold rouge gouache, and finally found a satisfactory fat powder before slowly returning to the inn.

Back to the room.

He started by pulling out a lightweight box from his package.

Open the box.

The box contained a letter.

He picked up the letter and sniffed at it.

Then he sniffed the fat powder he had bought.

Really.

The scent is eighty percent similar.

"Could it be you?"

After putting away the letter, Xia Fan sat at the table with a meaningful smile on his face.

He had heard Su Yunxiao say that now there are people from the Soul Forgetting Sect lurking in Wanyang.

This couldn't help but remind him of the person who left a letter for himself in Nanxi.

Although he didn't know the identity of the other party.

But he had a vague guess.

Especially after communicating with the big-breasted woman of the thrush boat in Nanjun before, it seems to confirm his thoughts even more.

The one who left him a letter.

Could it be someone from the Forgotten Souls Sect?

Because of the truth about the murder of Wei Anshan's family, the Forgotten Soul Sect undoubtedly has a major suspicion.

Here's the problem.

What is the purpose of the other party's letter to himself?

Could it be that—

Xia Fan suddenly thought of an interesting possibility.

Borrow a knife to kill.

Whose knife to borrow? Of course, it's Nanjun Xue Ze's knife.

He will not forget that Xue Ze found him because of the Yingying incident.

If he was just an ordinary grandmaster, it would inevitably lead to a defeat for both sides.

If you think about it a little deeper, what comes to mind?

Wanyang!

When he and Lu Shaoyang went north to Wanyang, they met the people of Zhenwusi on the way, which led to a conversation.

Xia Fan had guessed.

The people of Zhenwu Division may have rescued Nanjun, and the person who rescued them was Xue Ze.

Once Xue Ze and himself are both defeated, the imperial court will lose an important help, which will inevitably reduce the pressure on the rescue army.

And according to the last conversation with Su Yunxiao, he revealed a meaning in and out of his words.

He was in collusion with the people of the Forgotten Souls Sect.

Otherwise, how could he swear that not only did he know that there were people in the Forgotten Soul Sect lurking in Wanyang, but he even held important secrets related to the Forgotten Soul Sect?

He's going to be a two-five boy!

Straight to the point.

Is the person who left him the letter the same person who is lurking in Wanyang from the Forgotten Soul Sect?

Qinglou.

It is indeed a hideout that is not easily noticeable.

He was curious.

He didn't look for someone on the spot, he was just worried about startling the snake, what if someone slipped away instead of being caught?

After all, he didn't even know who the other party was now.

Su Yunxiao said that he would inform him of everything at the right time,

Presumably, the details of the other party are included.

There is no doubt that at this stage, what he and the Soul Forgetting Sect are planning, and now is not the time to turn their faces.

Once Xia Fan acted rashly, it would inevitably destroy their plot.

Therefore.

Xia Fan also seemed to have to wait.

"It's a pity ......"

Thinking of this, Xia Fan couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Knock Knock Knock –

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in. ”

Xia Fan said casually, and then saw the cold smoke coming.

"Is there anything going on this time?"

Seeing the cold smoke, Xia Fan was obviously a little distracted.

"The slave family heard that Zhong Liyuan took the initiative to find the son today, isn't the slave family worried?" Leng Yan said with a look of grievance.

"I think you're worried about me going into battle, right?"

Xia Fan pouted.

Of course, he knew why Cold Smoke had come to him.

Who let him meet Zhong Liyuan without any tension, but the two of them happily went to visit the kiln.

No one is at ease with this.

"Childe misunderstood the slave family, how could the slave family not believe Childe?" said with a cold smile. "Actually, the slave family is here to inform Gongzi of a major event. ”

"What's the big deal?"

"In three days, the army of the imperial court will be in Wanyang City. ”