Chapter 19: Cloth and Dousu (15)

Feng Zidu nodded and said, "Sister Yao is very good. Seven plum blossoms, a thousand trees colorless, according to what I think is to say that this card is out, other flowers and trees will have to listen to the side, no color. Cheng Guyao listened thoughtfully, suddenly "sneered" and smiled, raised the iron card a few times in front of Feng Zidu's nose, and asked slyly: "According to what you said, then the iron card is in my hand at this moment, don't you want to listen to me and listen to me?" Feng Zidu was recruited, and then shook his head and said: "I don't have to be some flowers and trees, this beggar gang iron card is useless to me at all." ”

Cheng Guyao's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Fengzi Du and bit his lip tightly, even for a moment, and finally sighed softly. Cheng Guyao went to take the letter under the stage in his hand again, and said leisurely: "But I don't know what is written in this letter? ”

Feng Zidu couldn't help but wonder when he heard it, and hurriedly put the statue back in its place, took the letter from Cheng Guyao's hand and looked at it by fire. Sure enough, I saw that the letter had not been opened and read, and the four corners of the seal were intact. In this way, Fengzi was just puzzled, and he couldn't figure out why Tu Shan had to search for such an unread letter, and did he already know what earth-shattering account was contained in the letter?

At the end of the day, Fengzi understood that since this matter involved the beggar gang, when he thought of Tu Dan and others being vicious, he was still cold, and the so-called unguardable was too abrupt and dangerous, and it was not worth it to be alone for him. Besides, the eldest husband stands up to the heavens and the earth, and does something and does nothing, how can he go to privately open other people's letters because of this? Fengzi forced himself to suppress his curiosity and read the letter carefully. However, seeing that the upper right end of the envelope is vigorously written with the five big characters of "Zhu Tang's personal opening", and the lower right corner is more "inside" two words with pressure, it should be that this letter is extremely important, and it must be opened and read by Zhu Tang's own hand.

Seeing the three words "Hall Master Zhu", Feng Zi couldn't help but think: "Covering this so-called Hall Master Zhu is the beggar Lotus Hall Master Zhu Can and Hall Master? Could it be that the two elders of 'Descending the Dragon and Conquering the Tiger' talked about this letter that night? How could it be hidden by the middle-aged beggar in this deserted small temple? Since this letter has not yet been opened, how did the two elders of 'Descending the Dragon and Tiger' know that Zhu Can actually had a close personal relationship with Chahatai, the head of the Ouchi Guard, and they were in contact with each other by letter?"

There are so many whys, Fengzi is scratching his head and it is very difficult to understand, looking at the night sky through a big hole in the roof, stunned. Even though Cheng Guyao was angry that the brother in front of her was messing around with flowers and grass and couldn't respect himself, she couldn't bear to disturb her at the moment. Seeing Feng Zidu's beard scruffy in the firelight, and the gloomy and sorrowful self-help in the corners of his eyes, Cheng Guyao's heart couldn't help but be sour, and secretly thought: "For more than half a year, Brother Zidu is still not happy. ”

The torches gradually embered, a touch of afterglow jumped a few times, and there was a slight sound of "poof", and the small temple was once again poor and lonely. Cheng Guyao couldn't help but sigh, reached out and slowly pulled Feng Zidu's palm, and said softly: "Brother Zidu, let's get out of here." Who knew that Feng Zidu trembled suddenly, and took advantage of the situation to hold Cheng Guyao's soft little hand tightly. Cheng Guyao didn't bear to brush it away, and in the darkness, she only saw the brother in front of her, and her eyes were burning.