Hengshan School • Huayue Pavilion

It's another morning, the morning light pierces through the clouds, the breeze is not cold, the number of plants in the courtyard have drilled out tender green shoots, hanging with crystal clear dewdrops, very lovable, birds and birds happily fly through the sky, making a crisp call, Hai Yi stood in the courtyard, watching quietly, holding a family letter from Yeyang City, which was just passed back by Zhou Wenxian, saying that everything is fine in Qingsong Hall, please rest assured that the head and the master are at ease.

Hai Yi sighed silently, the matter of Qingsong Hall was temporarily relieved, but the situation of this Wei'an City, the people sent out to inquire about the news did not have any news back, including the news of Li Zifeng's shadow guard.

Thinking about something, at this time, Shi Yu, the attendant disciple of Huayue Pavilion, hurried in with a letter in his hand, "Elder, the people who are investigating Wei'an City have news coming back. ”

"Oh?" Hai Yi came to his senses, took the letter from Shi Yu's hands and waved his hand, Shi Yu retreated willingly, and closed the door of the study. Hai Yi sat back in front of the bookcase, only then did he cut the sealing wax on it, took out the letter paper and looked at it carefully.

The letter paper described the fire at the Hengxiang Inn, which was no different from the previous official document, the only difference was that when the water was walking, another group of people in black entered the inn.

Who are the other group of people in black? Hai Yi frowned......

Prime Minister's Mansion • Secret Room

Three days have passed, Li Zifeng's eyes are not as painful as the previous two days, every time he changes the dressing, he will always try to open his eyes, hoping to see something, even if it is just a little blurred outline, but no matter how hard he tries, it is still pitch black in front of him. Slowly, I stopped looking forward to it, and gradually accepted the reality of blindness.

Shen Hongfei and Lingxi both went out in disguise to find out the news, and Shen Zhiping was also very busy in the past two days, only he was still in the secret room with nothing to do, Li Zifeng couldn't help but feel annoyed, he didn't want to just waste it.

So, after he waited for Chang Xin to leave, he stood up alone, touched the dark, and walked tentatively step by step, silently muttering in his heart, what will be in which direction, or what will be encountered after walking a few steps, Li Zifeng walked so slowly, although he tried very hard to avoid obstacles, but he still ignored the case on one side, his knee touched the corner of the table, Li Zifeng knelt on one knee to support it, so that he didn't fall too embarrassed.

Li Zifeng carefully touched the case and every object on the case, and silently wrote it down in his heart: It turned out that there was a wooden case here, and it should be a teapot and a teacup on it.

At this time, there was the sound of the stone turnstile turning not far away, followed by a slight and regular footsteps, Li Zifeng turned his head in the direction where the sound came from, and carefully identified it, he clearly heard that this was not the footsteps of Shen Hongfei and Lingxi, let alone Uncle Shen.

The footsteps are regular and slight, but not steady, he should be a very regular person in the house, and his status in the house is extremely high, the footsteps stopped two steps in front of him, Li Zifeng smiled slightly, "I'm sorry, I can't see it, who are you?"

No matter who it is, but according to his own judgment, this person's status in the house is not low, even if the judgment is wrong, the title of 'you' is also a kind of respect for people, and he is also considered to be 'under the fence' after all.

"Oh, I'm an idler, and I like to go around when I'm not busy, so I'm here for you. ”

The voice seemed gentle and kind, but it brought a faint sense of oppression, Li Zifeng frowned slightly, and was about to say something, only to hear the person in front of him speak again, "Why did you fall?"

"Oh. Li Zifeng realized that he was still in a state of falling on one knee on the ground, and smiled embarrassedly, "It's good for me to come by myself, I can't live on the support of others all my life." ”

After that, Li Zifeng groped for the table, found a reasonable support point, and slowly stood up, the man may have been unbearable, but he still stepped forward to help, "Slow down." ”

"Thank you. The corners of the old Li Zifeng's mouth rose slightly, and he inadvertently touched his hand, his hand seemed to be a little wrinkled, but it was well maintained, and there was a calloon on the middle finger of his right hand, which should have been left by holding a pen all year round.

But the next moment, when I touched the wrench on this person's thumb, I suddenly understood something, and carefully recalled what he had just said and the feeling it brought to me. Literati and inkmen, idlers, jade wrenches, silk texture sleeves, and can also walk here familiarly......

Li Zifeng's heart sank, and after standing firmly, he hurriedly took two steps back, bowed and said, "Meet the Prime Minister." ”

"Hahahaha......" The man stroked his gray beard and laughed out loud.

Li Zifeng's guess was right, this person was Prime Minister Wan Ziyu. After Wan Ziyu smiled, he looked at Li Zifeng carefully, his eyes were full of approval, "Ordinary people are blind all of a sudden, and the psychological gap must be very large, at least they will be decadent for a few days." Now seeing that you cheered up so quickly, the old man also had to admire your bravery. ”

Li Zifeng still maintained the posture of bowing, "The adult is overrated, Zifeng is just an ordinary person, when he first found that his eyes couldn't see, he was also decadent and afraid, but it was useless to want to be decadent later, but he thought that the days would go on, and the things that should be done were not done, so he saw a lot." ”

That's true. Sit down and talk!"

"Thank you, sir!" Li Zifeng listened to the sound of Wan Ziyu sitting down, then counted his steps, walked to the wooden bar case and sat down.

The housekeeper Wan Lin walked in, served a pot of hot tea, poured it for the two of them, and then you withdrew. Li Zifeng and Wan Ziyu sat opposite each other, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Wan Ziyu took a sip of the teacup, his eyes were bright, and he stared at Li Zifeng, "Why are you sighing?

"Not really. Li Zifeng touched the teacup in front of him and smiled slightly, "Zifeng just thinks that when he could see it in the past, he only heard the prestige of the Prime Minister." But now I sit close to you, but I can't see your dignity, it's a little regrettable!"

Wan Ziyu looked at Li Zifeng deeply, his eyes were as deep as a bottomless pool, "You can speak, I originally thought that you martial arts practitioners could only dance with knives and guns." ”

Li Zifeng paused slightly, obviously hearing Wan Ziyu's seemingly polite words, he deeply hid the tentative tone, came back to his senses, and responded almost without hesitation, "It is precisely because Zifeng is a martial arts practitioner that every word he says comes from the heart." ”

Wan Ziyu's slightly frowning brows gradually relaxed, "Hearing you say this, it's the old man who thinks too much." ”

"The Prime Minister is thoughtful, how can Zifeng and the grass people speculate?" Li Zifeng took a sip of hot tea from the teacup, and then held the teacup in his hand, "Although this cup of tea tastes a little bitter, if you taste it carefully, it is not difficult to taste the unique fragrance." ”

Wan Ziyu stroked his beard with a smile, and looked at the young man in front of him carefully again, even thinking in his heart how clear the eyes wrapped in black cloth should be.

Li Zifeng felt that Wan Ziyu was looking at him, and was a little embarrassed, "My lord, Zifeng can't see it now, I can't see your expression, if Zifeng says something wrong, I hope the legal person will make it clear." ”

"Oh, no, the old man is rude. Wan Ziyu said, pouring tea again for the empty teacup in front of Li Zifeng.

"Thank you, sir. Li Zifeng held the teacup with both hands, "My lord, forgive Zifeng for being bold and outspoken, you are here to drink tea and chat with Zifeng, right?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong. Wan Ziyu wanted to wave his hand, but suddenly remembered that Li Zifeng couldn't see it, so he put it down, and then said, "I just came to hear your views on the situation in this world." ”

Li Zifeng's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, "Zifeng is a grass people, how dare he talk about the government?"

"Hey, why are you talking about the government in vain? The old man just wants you to talk about it from the perspective of martial arts. ”

Li Zifeng smiled faintly, "If the tumor is not removed, how can you settle down in the country?"

Wan Ziyu stared at Li Zifeng for a long time, and then laughed again, "It's a 'how can you settle down if you don't get rid of the tumor', the old man really didn't see the wrong person." ”

(End of chapter)