On the second day of April, it is advisable to travel and avoid breaking ground.

Today's weather is a little strange, like it is going to rain, but it is sunny, and when people believe it, there are a few light rains, and then the sky is blue again.

There were not many people to see him off, but Hu Dilan was alone.

Hu Dielan is wearing armor today, and the wrapping is not tight. She patted Shen Liushu's back vigorously, "Stinky boy, don't forget the old lady, no matter what the old lady says, she can be regarded as half of your master." ”

"And. She pulled Shen Liushu aside and whispered into his ear and said, "Men should really practice their drinking." ”

Baturu went to Bianjing with Wang Haozi, Shen Liushu and others, and the third princess Zhu Cihuan continued to stay here.

Zhu Cihuan didn't show up today, but this girl summoned someone a few days ago, and she didn't know what kind of heart she had.

Shen Liushu walked only a few dozen meters but turned back three times, and he didn't know what he was thinking or what he was longing for.

When he turned around for the last time, he saw an old man smiling at him from a distance, he waved his hand casually, and his lips touched up and down twice, although he couldn't hear what he was saying, but he probably signaled Shen Liushu to go.

He was only twenty years old, and he thought it was a good idea, but later he learned that those two words were peace.

On the way back, there were no horse bandits, no strange people or things, except that the inn was still well stayed, and everything was different from when they came.

Good to come to the inn again, a number of bags

Li Chengxu and her sister-in-law have gone to the Tunguska steppe a long time ago, and they don't know what happened now.

Bai Ge is dead, and the account books have not been obtained, if the white paper painting needs to be guessed well, then the Bai family is now in danger.

In fact, she can bet that Bai Ge is lying, but she doesn't want to gamble, and she doesn't dare to bet, after all, the final result of this big gamble must be unacceptable to her.

After some trade-offs, the white paper painting still chose to rush back to Baifu as soon as possible.

As for the Bai family's aunt and grandmother, Bai Paper Painting is not worried about what will happen to her, her reputation is much louder than herself, and she is a third-grade grandmaster, not to mention walking sideways, it is more than enough for self-preservation.

The host, who was so difficult to serve, was now reclining on the comfortable bed, carrying a bunch of grapes in one hand, and throwing them into his mouth one by one.

The days without the restraint of my sister are really comfortable, Bai Feather Fan thought so.

The white feather fan heard footsteps approaching, although the man was deliberately walking slowly.

Da, da, da.

Then there was a sharp knock on the door.

Knock! Knock!

Bai Feather Fan got up, put down the grapes, and touched her waist, she slowly moved to the door.

Squeak.

Outside the door is a low figure.

"Shopkeeper Hao?" The heart carried by the white feather fan was half relaxed, but for the smiling man in front of him, the white feather fan could not let go of all his defenses.

She deliberately leaned sideways against the door frame, apparently to be comfortable, but in fact to prevent someone from coming in.

If ordinary people have some eyesight, they naturally know what it means, so they will no longer be bored with themselves, it is obvious that she underestimated the degree of someone's thick skin, Hao Zailai is not such a person, he squinted his eyes and smiled, "White girl, don't you invite Hao to come in and sit?"

"I'm sorry, shopkeeper Bai, you see it's so deep this night......."

She also let out a long yawn, her slender fingers gently caressing her sexy red lips.

No man can resist her charms, unless the person is not a man.

However, the white feather fan miscalculated again, and Hao Zailai's expression did not change in the slightest, "Since this is the case, then don't bother the white girl." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, without the slightest lingering.

Leaving the white feather fan unresponsive for a while, he was stunned in place.

At the same time, Shen Liushu, who was under the same roof, was lying on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, he got up and pulled out his sword and sat at the table, where the oil lamp was still on.

Shen Liushu is actually not afraid of the dark, and he has no habit of getting up at night, but after Lao Mu has no news, he has been sleeping with a lamp, and for some reason he always feels that Lao Mu will suddenly appear in front of him one day and light a lamp - convenient.

This knife was given by Lao Mu, and he has been carrying it since he left the deserted north, and he has to hold it when he eats and sleeps, and he has never left his body for a moment.

It's not that it's precious, it's like some people who lick blood with knives all year round, holding blades in their hands, so they can sleep peacefully.

Shen Liushu has experienced too much, he has seen blood, killing, from not even daring to hold a knife, to killing for the first time.

He still remembered vividly that the sensation of the hot current rushing out of the knife when it slashed his throat was not good, but it was not bad.

Knives are good knives.

It wasn't until today that he carefully understood the knife.

There are a few small openings on the handle, but it does not affect the feel of the handle, this knife should have been used for a long time, but the handle usually made of wood also has a pulp. There are many scratches on the knife body, which is not beautiful, the blade is still sharp, and the back of the knife is still thick.

He closed his eyes, and for some reason his mind was so confused.

The next day, Shen Liushu and his entourage rushed early, and the white feather fan also went against each other not long after the departure of several people, and the two missed it for the first time.

Although the old man asked Baturu to follow him, but all the way, it was almost time to Bianjing, and Shen Liushu still didn't see a figure, it stands to reason that such a big man is not easy to hide.

But he didn't have the heart to think about it, he was now full of the pitiful woman, and he didn't know if he was doing well, and whether Fu Qi kept his promise.

Outside Bianjing City, thatched houses

"Okay, the old man is old, and this old bone should also rest. ”

After the white-eyed Taoist finished speaking, he staggered into the house. Shanjun snorted coldly and also entered the house.

Lan Mu didn't seem to like to talk much, and if he hadn't spoken, people would have thought he was a mute for a while.

"Gone. He was lilt, and disappeared into the forest, and the white wolf ran away.

Shen Liushu looked around, but still hadn't seen Baturu, Wang Haozi smiled and led Shen Liushu into the carriage.

The small building hidden in the alley has a new style, and the corners of the eaves are also carved, not delicate, but delicate.

"Second floor, the master is waiting for you there. ”

After Wang Haozi finished speaking, he got into the carriage.

Shen Liushu found this side room with a familiar car, and just pushed the door open, but it happened that a person also came out of it, Shen Liushu's eyes were fast, and one turned sideways, which did not cause the two to collide.

The man didn't stop or say much, and went downstairs on his own.

He seemed to have an eye patch, and when he looked familiar, he always felt that he had seen it somewhere, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Huh~ Looking for spring all day long and not seeing spring ......"

There are people in the room singing, hanging their voices, and listening to them are familiar. Shen Liushu approached and found that the person was Fu Qi, who was holding a saw in his hand, and he didn't know what to do.

"Fu-sama. ”

Shen Liushu arched his hand, it was quite respectful, after all, the official level crushed people to death, let alone so many levels.

Fu Qi ignored it, still taking care of what he was doing.

Shen Liushu didn't bother him, pulled over a stool and sat down, and looked at it.

After watching it for a while, I finally saw that Fu Qi was making a name for himself, but he was just setting up a stage

In fact, not only Shen Liushu, but also Wang Haozi and many people who are familiar with Fu Qi are very curious, why Fu Qi likes singing so much, but he only likes that song, which is Du Niang's song Pear Blossom Fall, which moved the capital, but it couldn't move his heart at all.

After another half an hour, Fu Qi straightened his waist, wiped his sweat with his hands, and exhaled a breath of turbidity, "This stage is finally set up." ”