Chapter 29: The Trail of the Holy Maiden
We ignored Shen Wansan, who was a little frightened, and found a place to sit down.
As soon as we sat down, a tea lady dressed in a black tea dress came over to serve tea, and while she was making tea, I noticed that there was a layer of calluses on the tea girl's hands.
I asked her, "The other tea ladies are dressed in white, why are you dressed in black?"
The tea girl replied with a Qingzhou accent: "When I was young, I liked to wear white clothes, but now I prefer black." ”
I said, "Me too, when I was younger, I liked to wear white clothes and was afraid of losing black hair, but now I prefer black and I am afraid of losing gray hair." ”
The tea girl smiled: "The guest officer said that you are laughing, you look like you are only in your early twenties, where did you get your white hair?" ”
I also smiled and said, "It was dyed white by the white lotus of the north." ”
The tea girl's face suddenly became a little weird.
Zhu Di asked me curiously, "What are you talking about?"
I said, "It's okay," and then the tea girl said, "I don't need you here for the time being, you can go down first." ”
The tea girl turned and walked away, and I saw her standing beside a harp girl.
The lyre girl seems to be busy today because her strings are all wrong.
So I went over to the piano girl and said, "Girl, you have the wrong strings. ”
The piano girl seemed a little embarrassed, covered her mouth and smiled, "Thank you." "Her hands are so beautiful, her fingers are slender, her nails are very short and neatly trimmed, and it seems that she is a person who pays a lot of attention to detail.
I asked her, "Are you from Qingzhou?"
The piano girl asked rhetorically, "What's wrong?" ”
I smiled and said, "I heard that your accent is very similar to that of Qingzhou people, and it is a good place for me to go there." ”
The Qin girl's eyes suddenly became lonely: "Now that there have been wars for many years, there are fires everywhere, and Qingzhou has long been riddled with holes. ”
I sighed, "I really hope that the war will end soon, so that no one will die again." ”
The piano girl seemed to be touched, but did not speak again.
So I went back to my seat.
When Zhu Di saw that I was back, he said with some dissatisfaction: "We are not here to find happiness, but to keep an eye on Han Shantong, what are you running around." ”
I smiled and said, "Don't worry, the fourth son, because I already have a clue." ”
Zhu Di asked, "What clues?"
I took a sip of tea and said, "I noticed just now that there is a layer of calluses on the hands of the tea girl. ”
Zhu Di asked puzzledly, "So what?"
I said, "The tea lady's job is not hard work, why does she have calluses on her hands?"
Zhu Di said: "Maybe she did other hard work before." ”
I shook my hand and said, "But it's not a cocoon left by doing hard work, because that cocoon is on the peak of the fist." ”
Zhu Di said: "In the years of war and chaos, it is normal to learn some martial arts to defend yourself. ”
I denied Zhu Di and said: "Just now you said that I was talking to her, but in fact, I was listening to her accent, she is a northerner." ”
Zhu Di suddenly understood: "She is likely to be the saint who protects Han Shantong." ”
I continued, "Yes," and then I pointed to the piano girl, "Do you see that piano girl, her strings are all wrong, and her nails are very short, what piano girl have you ever seen have such short nails?" Also, there is no trace of her fingers playing the piano, and besides, she speaks with an accent that is also northern. ”
Zhu Di's expression became solemn: "Perhaps, other saints are also here." ”
I looked around and said, "Let's first call the disciples of the Fire Worship Hall to the Qingque Fang, capture these two holy maidens, and then slowly find the rest." ”
Zhu Di said: "Yes." So he went out and sent a communication code to the disciples of the Fire Worship Hall.