At the end of the alley where Qixing lives is the corner gate of Mrs. Yang's maiden Zhai Mansion, which is the daily entry and exit place of the servants in the family, and there are three or four servants guarding it.

Mother Qi, the servant beside Old Madam Zhai, walked out and saw the girl standing outside the door.

"Miss Seven Stars." She called with a smile, "Come in and talk."

Qixing walked over at this time, and the servant at the door also became very enthusiastic.

"Mother Qi is here to sit in the porter."

"Taste our tea."

"The teacups are all clean."

Mother Qi sat down with Qixing, and the people in the concierge retreated.

"Come in if there's something to do, don't wait outside the door on a cold day." She said kindly.

After touching this time or twice, she knew that the eldest lady valued this embroidery girl and was a person who knew how to measure.

Qixing thanked her, but she didn't respond, and she would still stand outside the door and wait next time.

"That's right, Mrs. Yang said that the painting is a picture of the scenery outside your Zhuangzi." She said directly, "I want to see it with my own eyes and better understand the artistic conception."

Mother Qi smiled and said, "That's no problem, I'll arrange for someone to send you there and live there."

Qixing hurriedly saluted: "No, I can't disturb you, I'm just going to take a walk over there, you say hello to the people over there, don't see me a stranger being disturbed, whether it's eating or drinking, it's all my own business."

She said and patted the purse on her waist.

"The salary is very sufficient, and I can't take advantage of my wife anymore."

Mother Qi laughed amusedly: "Okay, okay, listen to you, you can do whatever you say, you can take care of yourself, and I will do the rest."

Seven Stars retired with another salute.

I said hello to Qi's mother, and the next day, Brother Guo drove and took the seven-star pheasant to carry the embroidery frame to the Zhai family's Zhuangzi outside the city.

As before, not long after leaving the city, Qixing got out of the car in his suits and picked up the horses prepared by Shopkeeper Qiao in the tea shed on the side of the road.

"Miss Seven Stars, you really want to go." Shopkeeper Joe asked in a low voice, "It's too dangerous this time."

In the past, he robbed people from the government, and he only had to deal with one side, but this time he was attacked by the enemy, and he wanted to get rid of the evil bandits and avoid the officers and soldiers.

Seven Stars said, "Don't worry, I'll do what I can."

With that, he turned over and galloped away.

Sitting in the carriage, the pheasant lifted the curtain slightly, took a deep breath and lowered the curtain, and looked at the embroidery frame placed in the carriage.

"Brother Long." She whispered, "I opened the box."

As she spoke, she gently pulled the embroidery frame, and the folded embroidery frame slowly unfolded, and a person turned out from the inside.

Although he had already seen it, looking at the current Rolling Dragon, the pheasant still couldn't help but want to laugh.

The rolling dragon changed into a woman's dress, or rather, kneeling in the car at this moment, at first glance it looked like another pheasant.

The rolling dragon said, "We servants often have to pretend to be women."

His voice became softer at this time, like a little girl.

The pheasant laughed again: "I didn't laugh at you, I'm happy, Brother Long, you are too powerful."

The rolling earth dragon lowered his head and was a little embarrassed, where did he deserve to be called powerful.

After half a day of galloping, the carriage arrived near Zhaijia Zhuangzi, although it was still winter, but the distant mountain village had a different meaning.

From a distance, the people on the Zhuangzi saw a carriage stop by the pond, and a maidservant girl came down, and first took a strange shelf from the cart, and then a girl from the cart.

The girl wore a cloak and a hat to cover her face, and sat in front of the shelf, like those scribes and scholars painting and writing, except that she held a thin needle in her hand.

The people in the Zhuangzi immediately knew, "It's the embroidery girl that Qi's mother said." "Don't bother her." "The embroidery she wants to make is what my aunt and grandmother ask for."

As the voices dissipated, no one stepped forward to disturb the group.

At the same time, the room where the wealthy man of Huixian Lou was recuperating was pushed open, and the footsteps of Zhike hurriedly brought a gust of wind.

On the bed lay the rich man raised his sleeves to cover his head and face.

"Well, I'm a sick person." He said, "I can't stand the cold wind in February."

Zhike didn't care to comfort him, and stood at the head of the bed with the cold wind: "The son is gone."

The rich man's sleeves were lifted, and his expression was slightly stunned: "What does it mean to be gone?" Playing hide and seek when you were unhappy like you did when you were a kid?"

Zhike smiled bitterly: "If you are not happy, it is good to hide, now that he has grown up, when he is unhappy, he will make his own decisions."

The rich man sat up reluctantly: "That boy, go kill those fake bandits!"

The rich man did not hide this matter from Gao Xiaoliu, and asked the acquaintance to tell him, because he knew that Liu Yan did not trust them at all, and he would definitely stop Gao Xiaoliu.

This was the case, but I didn't expect Liu Yan to stop it, but Gao Xiaoliu was disobedient.

"Childe has always put the overall situation first, I really didn't expect him to leave without telling him." Zhike blamed himself for his chagrin, "Blame me for being negligent and not looking at him."

The rich man shook his head, "If he wants to go, who can watch him? It's also my fault, the last time I rescued the Rolling Dragon and let him out, but I didn't save him, which stimulated him, and this time he won't miss it anyway."

Say goodbye and wave your hand.

"Go, don't chase him back, send someone to protect him, this time it's not like before."

The officers and soldiers said that he said hello to Liu Yan, and even if Liu Yan was dissatisfied and didn't believe it, he would always leave Gao Xiaoliu's life, and the bandits would be difficult to say, the extremely vicious criminals, hyenas, and tigers who came down the mountain for the first time might not be able to suffer.

......

......

In the middle of the night, a bonfire was lit in the mountain forest, the shadows around it danced, and the mountain wind swept a strange smile, like a group of demons dancing.

"This—"

"And this—"

"Burn it, burn it, so as not to be discovered by the government—"

One by one, the men threw their torn jackets and straw sandals into the fire, and the flames were rising and sparks were flying.

In front of the campfire near the cave, there were several large chests with gold, silver and jewels shining brightly.

The leader, Zhen Sanshan, wrapped in a thick fur that obviously did not belong to him, grabbed a large handful of jewels in one hand and looked at it, laughing twice from time to time.

A few other minions were grabbing a few brightly colored cloaks, women's cloaks with beaded necklines, and one can imagine how delicate the people who wore them would be.

Speaking of Jiaoyan, a thief wrapped the big red cloak he had snatched over his body and looked regretful: "I should have snatched those women back too.....

"We're inkers." Zhen Sanshan said, a pair of eyes did not leave the jewelry in his hand, "How can it harm people?"

A minion dragged his cloak and twisted it: "Boss, we robbed their money, clothes and horses, we can't go to the village or the store, this February is cold, I'm afraid of freezing to death in the wild."

The other minions nodded their heads, "That's pretty." "What a pity." "It's better to be played by us and die."

"Shut up." Zhen Sanshan shouted, "Die in the wild, God let them die, it has nothing to do with us, this is the rule."

After that, he laughed so much that the jewels in his hands were scattered all over the ground.

The other bandits laughed and shouted, "Yes, obey the rules." "In the future, if you keep the rules, it's a good life." "See, the government is busy catching ink disciples, come to our mountain to warn and leave."

It's a really good day, and you don't have to hide in Tibet if you can get rich.

A sigh suddenly sounded in the midst of laughter.

"I'm so envious of how you've been living."

The campfire crackled, and the bandits laughed and shouted, the sound was soft, and it should have been swallowed up by the noise, but strangely everyone heard it, as if someone was talking in their ear.

It's like a ghost.

The noise died down, and the laughing bandits all stopped, looking around, what was going on?

"Who!" Zhen Sanshan stood up and shouted coldly.

mountain wind

Sweeping, a large tree swayed nearby, and someone jumped down from above.

Sure enough, there are people!

The bandits were noisy for a while, but as soon as they looked over, they felt dazzled, and the person who came was wearing a golden robe and a golden crown on his head......

The light of fire jumped on him, dazzling and dazzling.

What the hell is this?

The bandits froze again.

The man shook his hand in front of him, and a golden sword was held horizontally, and the firelight jumped on it, sprinkling another layer of golden light on his face.

"Ink Maker, Little Six." He said.

After speaking, he threw the long sword and hung it down, looking very annoyed.

"It's not enough to hear." He said, "It's too rushed, I haven't thought of calling myself a good name."