In the backyard hall of Hengxiang Inn, Lan Ying truthfully replied to Ouyang Ze how they picked up people from Tianhe Teahouse a few days ago and where they sent them, although the whole process was detailed, but it was very vague, as for who was in Zhujiazhuang, Shang Huaifeng did not reveal half a point to Lan Ying, therefore, Lan Ying did not know.

The wind outside was a little strong, blowing a gap in the window, and the slanting sun spilled in, falling a fine light on the ground, Ouyang Ze's eyes, I don't know how many times.

Although Lan Ying didn't say it explicitly, Ouyang Ze was already sure that the blind man was Li Zifeng, just his eyes...... Ouyang Ze tried his best to control his emotions, "What the hell is going on with his eyes?"

"The disciple didn't know the specific situation, but he had heard the elder mention that Gongzi was burned by the poisonous fog because of an attack carefully planned by the Lingye Palace, so that he couldn't see. ”

Ouyang Ze calmed his breath, "Where are they now?"

Lan Ying wiped the cold sweat oozing from her forehead, "The disciple just followed the elder to the Tianhe Teahouse as instructed, how did he know the whereabouts of the group, the disciple really doesn't know!"

"Go back and continue to do your own thing!" Ouyang Ze sighed heavily, his deep gaze never left Lan Ying's body, "I hope you didn't see us today." ”

Lan Ying kowtowed, "Disciple understands." ”

Lan Ying left, completely disappearing from the sight of several people, Yi Hao and Xiao Wushuang also hid their figures, Ouyang Ze sat on the round stool, clenched the teacup on the table, Shang Huaifeng... Ouyang Ze whispered the name.

For some reason, he remembered Prime Minister Wan Ziyu, when he secretly went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to meet Wan Ziyu before, he had mentioned Li Zifeng, could it be that it was Wan Ziyu's men who rescued them from the sea of fire? As for forging corpses and leaving 'relics', it was just for them to verify some things that were inconvenient for him to meddle in as dead people?

Everything in this Wei'an City or the court is basically in the hands of Wan Ziyu, just waiting to join forces with the Hengshan faction that can dominate the martial arts rivers and lakes. As for the lord of Zhujiazhuang, what role is Emperor Zhu Xingzhan playing?

Wufeng stood aside, quietly watching the expression on Ouyang Ze's face change, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, sometimes sad and sometimes deep, and at this time he fell into deep contemplation, so he asked tentatively, "Senior brother, do you want to send someone to investigate..."

Ouyang Ze came back to his senses, touched his body, and took out a copper token, which was given by Wan Ziyu when he left the Prime Minister's Mansion last time he secretly visited, and said that if there is something, he can use this token to contact the housekeeper Wan Lin at any time. It can also avoid some unnecessary troubles.

Ouyang Ze sighed slightly, "You don't have to send someone, I'll go in person!" Now Ouyang Ze just wants to use this token to find Shen Zhiping and Li Zifeng.

The wind blew outside, violently sweeping the earth and everything, and the originally bright sky was also covered by thick clouds, and it was instantly gloomy, and the pedestrians on the street were wrapped in their coats and hurried.

The next day, Ouyang Ze used this token to successfully contact Wan Lin, the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the two made an appointment in a separate courtyard under the name of the Prime Minister's Mansion. At this time, the breeze is not cold, the sun is just right, the air is filled with the smell of green plants and grass, and the breath of early summer is approaching.

In the inner hall, a pot of hot tea, two points of seclusion, the two sat opposite each other, Ouyang Ze sighed slightly, "There is a housekeeper to take a trip." ”

"Ouyang's mood, our master knows it. Wan Lin said softly, "So I also expected that the head of Ouyang would come to the door." So he sent the old slave to follow your news at any time. ”

Ouyang Ze was silent, and Wan Lin continued, "On the night when Hengxiang Inn went to the water, it was indeed we who sent people to save their group of four, as for the forgery of the bodies of the four people, as well as the reason for leaving those relics, it is really inconvenient for the old slave to say. ”

is worthy of being the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he does things in a measured manner, speaks with etiquette, and sees everything thoroughly, but he doesn't say anything, Ouyang Ze sighed secretly, "I understand, I just want to see them." It will not affect the Prime Minister's plans. ”

From the time he learned that they were still alive, Ouyang Ze felt like a year. They came back from the dead, saw each other and couldn't see each other, and learned that Li Zifeng was blind but couldn't do anything. This feeling of torment has been tormenting him deeply, and he is exhausted.

Wan Lin frowned slightly, and poured hot tea again for the teacup in front of Ouyang Ze, "Master Ouyang is a step late, and they left at noon yesterday." ”

"Left?" Ouyang Ze's eyes suddenly tightened, and his heart felt as if he had been pinched fiercely, dull and painful, "Are there any clues left?"

The hope that had just risen in his heart was extinguished again, he should have thought of Wan Ziyu a long time ago, otherwise he would not have wasted so much time in vain, so that he would pass by. Ouyang Ze smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he was laughing at himself for being cocooned, when he was by his side in the past, he didn't cherish it, but now it's so difficult to see each other.

"Oh. Wan Lin took out an envelope from his body and handed it to Ouyang Ze, "They left a letter for you, saying that when you come to look for them, let me give you this letter." ”

Ouyang Ze opened it and took a look, there was only a simple sentence on it: Everything is fine as usual, don't read it.

Seeing this, Ouyang Ze's chest rose and fell violently, and he recognized that this was Li Zifeng's handwriting, the handwriting was as neat and powerful as ever, and his voice was a little choked, "This is written by Zifeng......?"

Wan Lin looked inexplicable, "Forgive the old slave for saying something that shouldn't be said, Li Gongzi is much tougher than you think." ”

A fluttering sentence is like a hammer smashing into the heart. Li Zifeng couldn't see it, he must have spent a lot of effort in order to write this sentence.

Ouyang Ze put away the letter and didn't ask anything more. From the moment Lan Ying told him everything, he vaguely understood something, fake death, secret investigation, secret summons by the emperor... He knew the stakes involved, and if he continued to pursue them, he would not only disrupt their plans, but also put them in danger.

It is enough to know now that they are alive and well. Besides, I've been 'sick' for too long, it's time to 'heal', it's just... Ouyang Ze's heart disease at this time was Li Zifeng's eyes. If you encounter the killer of Lingye Palace again at this time, wouldn't it be? Ouyang Ze's heart suddenly tightened.

But worrying was always useless, and he was now desperate to find the medicine that could restore Li Zifeng's sight.

On the outskirts of Wei'an City, Shen Zhiping and other four people walked in pairs, at this time it was just after noon, the sun was not so strong, the breeze was not dry or cool, and it was very comfortable. The trees on both sides of the road are all green, and the breeze blows, bringing the smell of leaves and earth. Pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages passed by, bringing with them the sound of noisy footsteps and wheels.

Li Zifeng walked forward with a blind cane, and Lingxi on the side gently supported him, and he recounted the surrounding environment and what obstacles he would encounter under his feet. Li Zifeng sighed silently.

Lingxi's heart suddenly tightened, "Why are you sighing?"

"The way I look, it's so conspicuous. Li Zifeng shook his head helplessly, his eyes wrapped in black cotton, and it was difficult not to attract attention. At this time, there were indeed passers-by pointing at him, as if they were pitiing him for being blind at a young age.

"When you find the Blue Ice Grass, you'll be able to see it. "Lingxi has some hatred for those pedestrians who talk nonsense.

Shen Zhiping sighed slightly, the blue ice grass is a holy medicine in the world, one plant in a thousand years, if you want to find it, I am afraid it will take some time. Li Zifeng listened to Shen Zhiping's inaudible sigh into his ears, knowing that Shen Zhiping was worried about Lan Bingcao, so he pretended to smile lightly, "Why is Uncle Shi sighing?"

Shen Zhiping suddenly came back to his senses, knowing that his mood had affected Li Zifeng, so he deliberately changed his words, "I'm thinking, let's go like this, your master... Oh, I'm afraid I'm going to lose it again. ”

Li Zifeng paused slightly, his eyes seemed to be a little uncomfortable, he felt a little helpless, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I hope the head of the sect can understand the disciple's heart and return to the mountain safely." ”

(End of chapter)