"What are you crying about?"

"Woo woo woo fairy...... I'm so stupid...... Woo woo woo is one of the dumbest and none. ”

The little female crown in Confucian clothes choked bitterly.

At this moment, it was the third watch in the middle of the night, and in the inner warehouse, the cold and cold palace girl who arrived on time was expressionless, and glanced at the dark night outside the door.

"It's three days away, and there's still half a stick of incense." She turned her head and said lightly, "Crying? It's time to cry. ”

“……”

Miao Si "woo wow", crying even more fiercely, snot and tears together:

"Woo woo fairy, I'm useless, I'm the stupidest, I haven't found the owner of the butterfly love flower for three days, woo woo...... Sorry fairy...... Woowoo...... I'm useless, waste a ......"

The palm-sized little female crown sat on the ground, with a handful of snot and tears, climbed forward a few steps, grabbed the hem of Rong Zhen's plain White House skirt, and raised a teary-eyed little face:

"Woo woo woo fairy can you give me one more chance, let me look for it again, I don't want to die...... I'm still young, and I still haven't eaten a lot of delicious ink, and I don't want to die...... Woo woo woo fairy please, can you give me another chance, try again, woo woo woo ......"

Rong Zhen looked at the poor little ink spirit with an expressionless face for a while.

She suddenly said, "It's time." ”

Miao Si trembled, and her crying stopped, and her eyes widened with tears.

Rong Zhen ignored it and took out a pair of gold masks from his sleeves.

Miao Si was so frightened that she took two steps back, her little face turned pale, and she knelt on the ground and choked up and pleaded.

But Rong Zhen didn't stop moving, he didn't look at the little female crown the whole time, lowered his head and put the golden mask on a calm little face.

Seeing this, Miao Si looked desperate and collapsed to the ground.

With a square-faced face, the dark eyes stared directly at the palm-sized little ink spirit on the ground, greedy for life and afraid of death.

The air is silent.

She seemed to ask...... Whether or not someone has been found, if not, just wait to be hit hard by his real name.

Miao Si opened her mouth, but she had nothing to say, and shook her head vigorously, her haggard little face full of sadness.

Rong Zhen waited for a while, nodded when she saw this, as if she had already received the answer, she slowly opened her mouth and spit out the words.

The real name of Mo Jingmiao is the pronunciation of an ancient saying.

"Miao......"

Just hearing the first word, Miao Si shuddered, and he didn't know if it was a word that had already had an effect, or if it was simply a physiological reaction to be frightened, and his small body was like being struck by lightning, and he was as tight as a javelin stuck in place.

There is still no clue about the owner of the butterfly love flower to provide.

Looking at the little female crown in Confucian clothes who shrank and closed her eyes to death, the mouth of the girl in palace clothes who wore a fierce face suddenly stopped.

Miao Si buried his head in curling, closed his eyes and waited for a while,

But he didn't wait for the last word to be judged.

She couldn't help but open a slit in her eyes and quietly take a look at the scene in front of her.

Immediately stunned.

I saw that Rong Zhen took off the gold mask for some reason, stuffed it into his sleeve, and didn't look at her, he had already turned around and left.

Even if he had some expectations and speculations in his heart before, he couldn't help but be distracted for a while when he saw Rong Zhen leave his back cleanly.

In the inner warehouse, the air was quiet, only the little girl in Confucian clothes was left sitting in place, snot and tears still hanging, but the figure of the girl in palace clothes who was extremely oppressive not long ago had disappeared.

It's like nothing has happened.

This is...... Did she really mess it up?

Done fooling around?

Miao Si muttered in her heart, she admitted that she had an element of gambling, but she was right.

Suppressing the joy in her heart, tonight, the little female crown who was a little immortal and looked at death quickly got up from the ground, raised her sleeves and casually wiped her tearful red little face, wiped it clean, and shouted in the direction of Rong Zhen's departure outside the door:

"Thank you fairy for sparing your life, the fairy is very kind, toothless and unforgettable, I will try my best to help you continue to find, report to you regularly, and notify you absolutely as soon as you have clues...... Fairy, you, you go...... I wish you good food and drink, I wish you never had a stomachache, and I wish you an early birth to a precious son......"

Her tone was grateful, echoing in the warehouse, and she didn't know if Rong Zhen, who left without saying a word, heard it.

I guess there is no more, otherwise the last two sentences are enough for her to go and return and shoot this stupid little elf to death.

Miao Si stayed where she was and waited for a while, and after making sure that the person was really gone, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she muttered in a low voice:

"Also, this fairy girl is so cute, who is willing to say her real name to hurt, hehe, the smartest, there is no one."

After being complacent for a while, tonight's acting skills were off the charts, and the little female crown who owed a young man a little golden man looked left and right, looked at the rows of ink ingots on the shelves around her, and swallowed her saliva quietly.

After solving the crisis of Rong Zhen, the rate of saliva secretion in the mouth has increased significantly, and the mouth is as greedy as before.

Determined to be the number one dog leg of the fairy in the future, Miao Si nodded with a serious expression.

"Well, the fairy is so kind-hearted, this fairy must help the fairy find the bad guy, but it's ......"

She turned her head to look at the quiet night outside the open door, which was close to dawn, and couldn't help touching her little belly that was purring:

"But before that, let's advance a little reward in advance, don't you overdo it, after all, you have to eat before you work, right?

"Well, there's an old saying.

"It's got to this point, let's do the rice first."

……

Not long after the early morning, in a backyard next to the back door of the Jiangzhou lobby, the morning sun fell from the bare treetops.

"It's ......"

Looking at the things brought by the little junior sister, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked:

"What did the little junior sister bring these for?"

"Big brother, look."

Xie Lingjiang first handed the three oil-paper umbrellas to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong looked at her curiously, turned his head and pulled out an oil-paper umbrella, and tried to open it.

After seeing the umbrella surface clearly, he was stunned at first, and then he sighed in his heart, and immediately went to open the other two oil-paper umbrellas.

It's the same.

"What about the verses above?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head and asked in a somewhat eager tone.

"I don't know."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head, looking at the umbrella surface of the three oil-paper umbrellas opened by Ouyang Rong with complicated eyes.

The ink on it has disappeared.

And the surface of the umbrella is so clean that it's like you've never written.

If it weren't for Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang who clearly remembered the characteristics of these three oil-paper umbrellas and confirmed that they were the original, otherwise they would really have to wonder if they had been dropped by someone.

"When did the little junior sister find out? Where were they then. ”

"On the desk in my palace's boudoir, it was also the original position.

"When I went back this morning, I was going to pack them into the cupboard, but I found that something was wrong, and all three umbrellas were like this...... Big brother, what's wrong with you? ”

Xie Lingjiang looked at Ouyang Rong's solemn expression and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

Ouyang Rong stopped talking, looked down at the clean umbrella surface without ink.

He had just suddenly remembered something.

Rong Zhen has been holding the poems of butterfly love flowers and the scraps of paper with his ink, looking for traces of him and the craftsman.

And the three oil-paper umbrellas he gave to the little junior sister happened to have ink on them? Or the love poems he wrote by himself.

I can't say it, it's the same kind of style as the butterfly love flower.

At the moment, apart from Rong Zhen, who else will do everything possible to find his temperament...... Could it be that the strangeness of these three umbrellas is really done?

Ouyang Rong was taken aback.

At this time, Xie Lingjiang whispered:

"Senior brother, there is still this ...... These autumn leaves are also somewhat abnormal, and they were found on the same table along with these three oil-paper umbrellas. ”

"What anomaly?" Ouyang Rong came back to his senses.

Xie Lingjiang handed him a basket of red leaves, frowned and said:

"I flipped through it, these poems red leaves give people a new and old feeling, and when I read it, the sense of aura fluency that I told you became stronger and stronger, a little weird, like ...... It's like ....... ”

"Like what?"

"Gentleness." Xie Lingjiang nodded seriously: "The tone on the red leaves is much richer. ”

Ouyang Rong's brows furrowed, he reached out and turned over the red leaves in the basket, and his thoughts quickly flowed.

These red leaves were originally bought from the little girl in the red jacket...... Wait, the little girl in the red jacket, does it have anything to do with her?

Ouyang Rong suddenly thought of a possibility.

He looked around left and right.

If the matter of the oil-paper umbrella was done by Rong Zhen, then now, the female officials of Si Tianjian should have come to the door with great momentum.

However, no, the little junior sister left the boudoir of the palace for a few days, and it was still calm.

Therefore, the person who did this was not Rong Zhen or someone from her side.

Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful.

In connection with the rich literary atmosphere that suddenly grows on the red leaves of these poems......

So, is it possible that this person is related to the little girl in the red jacket?

It may not be malicious in this move, on the contrary, it may be helping him clean up the horses by the way?

Then there is only one question left, how did the person who swept the ink on the oil paper umbrella know that he was being searched for when he hid his identity, and how did he know that the previous oil paper umbrella would be unfavorable to him?

Ouyang Rong's brows gathered again, pondering, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered something and muttered:

"Is it a blessing ......?"

"What blessing?" Xie Lingjiang asked strangely.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, his eyes suddenly appeared, and he felt more and more that it was possible.

The new blessing of the previous 3,000 merit exchange has not moved, could it be fulfilled here?

On that day, there were not only Pei Shisanniang's group of Yangshang merchants in Xunyang Building, but also Huang's father and daughter who were present at that time.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but think back to that day in Xunyang Tower.

When the new fortune was triggered, he had just finished the "tongue war" and was about to leave the restaurant.

At that time, I subconsciously thought that it was related to Pei Sanniang and other Yangshang, but for a while I ignored the Huang father and daughter.

So, is the new blessing reflected on these three oil-paper umbrellas? Helped him block the disaster of leaking his identity?

Pondered for a long time.

Ouyang Rong suddenly put down the oil-paper umbrella and the basket of red leaves, turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate.

"Where is the elder brother?"

"Go to Xingzifang...... Verify one thing, I will come when I go, the little junior sister does not have to follow, you go back to protect the palace. ”

Xie Lingjiang hesitated, bit his lip and head: "Okay." ”

"Big brother." She said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Remember to bring a sword."

"Okay."

……

"Daddy brings another piece of bread, it's easy to get hungry when you work during the day."

"Hehe, it's better to be Xiaoxuan. Xiaoxuan doesn't need to go to lunch, there is a distribution in the grotto camp, two dishes and one soup, and no silver, enough rice, these days Lord Changshi is over there, eating and living with us. ”

"Okay, Daddy, stay safe."

"Xiao Xuan too."

Huang Xuan stood at the gate of the courtyard, silently watching Huang Feihong's energetic back go away.

Just after dawn, the crowded and slumped residential area of Xingzifang is particularly lively, and many people get up before dawn and go out early to work.

Huang Xuan turned around, and in the courtyard where she lived, the other three households were also like her father, getting up early to go out to work, and they passed in front of her one after another with the first rays of morning sunshine.

Huang Xuan's popularity seems to be good, and these neighbors who went out greeted her one after another.

"Xiao Xuan is so well-behaved, Brother Huang has such a physical daughter, it is really a blessing from eight lifetimes of cultivation."

"It's not just eight lifetimes, hey, if only that stinky boy in my family was half as sensible as Xiaoxuan, and I didn't know what kind of evil I created in my last life......"

Some neighbors complimented, talked and left.

Huang Xuan bowed her head a little shyly.

She immediately turned around, ran back to the house with her little short legs, and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks that Huang Feihong ate and wiped clean.

The entire courtyard soon emptied, everyone went out to work, and Huang Xuan would leave later.

The main reason is that the ink studio opens late in the morning, so you don't need to go too early.

Huang Xuan first went to scrub the dirty clothes and sweat towels that Huang Feihong had changed yesterday.

She picked up the clothesline in the courtyard, stood on tiptoe, and dried her wet clothes.

After finishing this, Huang Xuan took a breath of relief, ran to the kitchen first, and made a bowl of thin rice porridge with residual temperature, sprinkled with some green onions.

She brought it to the door, squatted down, and her two small hands that were red from cold water held the warm porridge bowl, and lowered her head to take a few bites.

After eating most of the bowl of hot porridge, Huang Xuan suddenly turned around and looked at the cabinet in the house, her eyes were a little strange.

Daddy and the tenants are gone, why hasn't she come out yet, and can hold it in the cabinet for so long?

"Brilliant thoughts?" Huang Xuan shouted crisply.

but there was no answer.

Is this asleep, or where did you go?

didn't wait for Huang Xuan to get up and check.

"Knock knock."

Suddenly there were two knocks on the door in the courtyard.

"Who is it?" She asked.

There was no answer to the visitors outside the courtyard gate.

"Knock knock."

Two more rang out.

The person who knocked on the door seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the knocking was very rhythmic, only knocking twice each time, and each time at the same interval.

Huang Xuan put the porridge bowl on the threshold and touched a long strip of hard object tied to the right calf under the red jacket......

She stepped forward and opened the double courtyard doors.

Looking outside the door, a small face was stunned for a moment.

"Excuse me...... What do you do? ”

……

I found that the sky outside was starting to get dark, and dawn was approaching.

Miao Si reluctantly wiped her mouth and put back the ink ingot.

She touched her bulging belly, let out a long breath, clapped her little hands, and left the inner library satisfied.

Taking advantage of the lack of people in the morning, the little female crown in Confucian clothes returned to the small courtyard of the star house.

Miao Si felt that things were often not as bad as she imagined, just like tonight, and she really fooled herself in front of the money-owed face fairy.

It seems that this money-owed face fairy actually just wanted to threaten and deceive her at first, and when he found out that she was really useless and had no clues, he let her go as a fart.

But speaking of which, this money-owed face fairy is actually not bad, think about it carefully, she is still weird.

Miao Si breathed a big sigh of relief.

She was in a good mood, humming a little song in her mouth, and returned to her small courtyard with a bowl full of ink.

The courtyard was quiet, and the palm-sized little female crown drilled through the old courtyard wall.

Only halfway through the drill, he shouted loudly:

"Ben Xiangu is back, little Huang Xuan, look at what Ben Xian Gu brought......"

When she got out of the small hole that belonged to the rat and saw the scene in the courtyard, she had a small face and froze for a moment.

I saw a cold figure in a cold palace dress in the quiet courtyard, standing beside the little girl in the red jacket.

Around the second woman, there are eight handsome men and women with red hair and white clothes, and their positions are exquisitely located in various places in the courtyard.

They are like statues, silent, and it is difficult to detect movement unless they are seen in the hospital.

At this time, after hearing the shouts of the homecoming little ink spirit, everyone turned around and looked at her.

"Immortal...... Fairy. Miao Si's expression stiffened slightly.

Rong Zhen stood up quietly, turned his head, and looked at her.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

(End of chapter)