Lao Zhang was rambling there, and when he looked up and saw Lin Niannian's pale face, he couldn't help but be startled:

"Kobayashi... You, what's wrong with you? ”

This is very different from the Lin Niannian he saw in the past, and now Lin Niannian's face is pale, and there is no light in his eyes.

"Are you not feeling well?" After thinking about it for a long time, there was only this explanation, and Lao Zhang thought about it.

"I'm fine, Lao Zhang." After a long pause, Lin Niannian said, paused for a moment, and hesitated a little:

"Lao Zhang, then you say, what is the reason why a literati has such calluses on his hands?"

"This..."Lao Zhang did not doubt him, touched his chin and said, "If this person has not practiced martial arts, or else, he is an executioner who cuts off people's heads." ”

Seeing Lin Niannian looking at him, Lao Zhang continued: "Hey, don't believe it! The executioner also has literati in his hands, do you think those people are all five big and three coarse? ”

"Let me tell you, there was an executioner who was a scholar in the previous dynasty, and when he cut off people's heads, there was not a drop of blood on the knife... Huh? Why are you walking so fast? ”

When Lao Zhang was about to say something, Lin Nian Nian had already gone far away.

She turned a deaf ear to Lao Zhang's call behind her.

She only wanted to be sure of one thing now.

Walking through the bustling streets, Lin Niannian walked straight to a blacksmith shop.

The man striking the iron was half naked, and with a sledgehammer more than half a man high, he smashed it on the poured iron horse.

The bellows were burning hot, and when Lin Niannian stood aside, he felt that his whole body was scorched by this red heat.

"Who are you looking for!"

At this time, there was no one in front of the blacksmith shop, and Lin Niannian's slender figure stood out as soon as he stood there, which was particularly eye-catching.

The blacksmith walked over, asked angrily, and looked at Lin Niannian condescendingly.

"I want to see the weapon..."

Lin Niannian said, the blacksmith seemed a little surprised, but didn't say anything, still turned sideways and made way for her.

Lin Niannian nodded, then walked through the lobby and walked inside.

The outermost part is a circle of iron farming tools, and a little deeper inside, there are knives, guns and clubs, most of which are bladed, and are quietly rested on shelves.

Looking around, Lin Niannian walked over without hesitation and walked to the middle shelf.

There was a long knife on it, with a thick ridge and a sharp edge.

Lin Niannian observed for a while, and his eyes paused when he saw the handle of the knife.

Then, she put one hand on the hilt of the knife and tried to lift it up.

Didn't move.

The knife was very heavy, and it fell straight down with her center of gravity, Lin Niannian gritted his teeth, added a second hand, and used his strength to lift it up.

Hearing the sound here, the blacksmith who was outside the door walked in, and when he saw her struggling, a trace of understanding flashed on his face:

"This is a knife made of meteoric iron, it is more than forty pounds, you have to buy a weapon for self-defense, use a foil."

He pointed to the dusty scabbard in the corner, Lin Niannian put down the knife and looked in the direction he was pointing.

The sword is light and thin, sharp, and it is a good sword, but it is not the kind she thought.

A trace of disappointment flashed on his face, Lin Niannian suddenly remembered, looked up and asked:

"Excuse me, do you have a knife for beheading?"

"Beheaded?" The blacksmith was stunned, looked at the handsome woman in front of him with a vigilant expression, and eased a little when he saw the official uniform on her body that he had time to change in the future.

"The knife for cutting off the head must use a big ring knife, which must use a hundred catties of fine white iron, forged and satin, and it must weigh more than eighty catties if it is discarded."

"This kind of weapon needs to be made by experienced masters, and we don't have it."

The blacksmith shook his head and told the truth.

There are very few vicious people in Fengcheng County who use a big ring knife to cut off their heads.

The previous executioner's broadsword was rusty, and he wanted to polish it, but he refused.

I see...

Lin Niannian nodded, and suddenly asked again: "Then, is there an upward shape at the handle of the big ring knife?" ”

"This—" The blacksmith was stunned for a moment, and then nodded heavily, "Not bad..."

"Then I see." Hearing this affirmative answer, Lin Niannian lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and then said.

Coming out of the blacksmith shop, Lin Niannian's face had no last trace of emotion.

She looked at her hands with a cold face, and just now, she tried to compare the scene when people use knives.

If it were an executioner, there would have been a bloody cocoon at the end of the hand, but he didn't.

In other words, the weapon he used should be a long knife, the kind of weapon that fights on the battlefield.

But Wang Zhihui is a literati...

Tanhualang has calluses in his hands, which is very suspicious in itself.

His eyes were dark and dull, and Lin Nian regretted it a little, why did he wear gloves today, if he didn't wear them, when he came into contact just now, he might be able to hear Wang Zhihui's heart, and it was better than guessing by himself now.

Lin regretted it year after year.

Returning to the small courtyard of the Lin family in a daze, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a figure in black clothes sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard.

Lin Niannian was stunned, and then reacted: "My lord! ”

She saluted respectfully, but she couldn't help but curse in her heart, "Why is Yan Chenghuai here?" ”

When he raised his eyes, he saw Yan Chenghuai making tea with her teacup with a disgusted face, and by the way, he gave himself a look:

"Where?"

The tone was low and gentle, but Lin Niannian clearly heard the questioning, as if the little daughter-in-law was asking why her husband didn't return home.

If you're crazy, you must be crazy!

Lin Niannian was taken aback by his thoughts.

"Just... Wandered around the bazaar... Nothing else. Lin Niannian paused, deciding to lie.

Yan Chenghuai snorted, obviously not believing her nonsense.

He stretched out his slender hand and patted it, so after a wind around him, Yan Chenghuai suddenly had a handsome young man beside him.

"After Miss Lin came out of the yamen, she first talked a few words to her colleagues, and then went to Dongshi... Uh, I went to Li Datou's iron shop in Dongshi..."

Lin Niannian listened to his panic being pierced with a complicated expression, and saw Yan Chenghuai get up, and the coldness on his body was even worse:

"Talking to a colleague?"

"Went to the blacksmith?"

"Lin Niannian, Lord Ben asked you to wait outside, that's how you waited?"

The cold eyes stared at her condescendingly, and Lin Niannian smelled the cold fragrance on Yan Chenghuai's body again, and his mind stopped thinking at that time:

"Ahh But I thought that my lord was going to go with my lord..."

After all, Yan Chenghuai is a messenger, Wang Zhihui is a prefect, what kind of excitement is she making a little fuss, not to mention, Yan Chenghuai... Yan Chenghuai, he didn't say it clearly?

"My lord, do you think, the blue sky is white, the scorching sun is shining, can you bear to let me wait alone outside to bask in the sun?"