Because the night in the mountains in early March was even colder, Wu Zheng did not sleep well.

It was just dawn, and he hadn't eaten since last night, and Wu Zheng, who was hungry in his stomach, began to work hard for breakfast. With many years of experience in hunting hares and pheasants, he soon caught a pheasant from the grass nest. Haired, disemboweled, cleaned by the stream, and despite the fact that a fire was lit, the smell of pheasant meat wafted out from the top of the erection for a while.

Wu Zheng knew in his heart that now there was no need to worry about being suddenly attacked by officials in Shuntian City. Judging by their hurried return to the city yesterday evening, there must have been something big going on in the city. Otherwise, even if you don't suspect that you have something to do with the thieves, you have almost all been stoned, how can those who catch fast and serve the servants who suffer losses?

After eating for a while, Wu Zheng was about to go into the city to find out, but when he was going to find out what happened in the city last night, he found that there were teenagers and girls coming out of groups at the city gate one after another. Only then did I suddenly remember that today is the third day of March. The custom of going out to the countryside has a long history, when in Wujiabao, in previous years, today will also rest for a long time, with the partners of the same age in the fort to go around the suburbs, and only go to herd cattle in the afternoon.

After being stunned for a while, Wu Zheng shook his head vigorously, lowered his head slightly, looked directly at his feet, and went straight to the East City Gate in front of the crowd.

Qinglian and Sister Yu'er, as well as the maid Dongmei, the three of them were also like other young men and women, neither riding in a car nor taking a sedan chair, slowly walking along the street step by step, all the way to the East City Gate, standing on the side of the entrance of the city gate and looking around, they found that the suburbs were already dotted with figures. Seeing that there was a stream in the distance, meandering eastward along the north city wall, and the weeping willows by the stream were already goose yellow, Qinglian said to Yu'er:

"Sister Yu'er, let's go to the creek and have a look, shall we?"

"Okay, today my sister will be a guide for Lian'er, and she can go wherever she wants. Of course, my sister also serves as a matchmaker for my sister, and if I like someone, I will tell my sister. ”

Listening to Yu'er's first half of the sentence, Qinglian wanted to tease her, but she was choked by the second half of the sentence. She glared at Yu'er with a crimson face, lowered her head, stopped talking, turned around and walked towards the northeast, the faintly visible stream.

No, just a few steps away, I was about to walk off the official road, and when I turned into the side path, I collided with an oncoming teenager. Although it was only a slight contact between the shoulders of the two, for people who lived under the constraints of male and female incompatibility etiquette, especially the girls in the boudoir, such a light touch still made Qinglian's originally faded face shine again.

Although she heard the other party whisper "I'm sorry", vaguely, it seemed that the voice was still a little familiar, but Qinglian was embarrassed to look up, and when she bowed her head deeply, she only saw that the other party was wearing a blue-gray jacket and a pair of shoes that were also blue-gray.

At the same time, Qinglian clearly felt that after the two passed by, the young man suddenly stopped in place.

Because of wondering, Qinglian really wanted to turn her head to take a look, but at this time, Yu'er suddenly came up, grabbed Qinglian's shoulder, and Sakura whispered to Qinglian's ear:

"Lian'er, look at you who fascinated that country boy, and now you are still standing in place in a daze, looking at you with straight eyes. Tell my sister, how do you feel, do you want my sister to leave the address of our house to him?"

Knowing that Yu'er was making fun of herself, Qinglian broke free with all her might, lowered her head and walked forward quickly, where did she dare to look back at the young man who was still standing on the official road?

Wu Zheng really didn't expect to meet Qinglian in such a situation, and the moment the two of them staggered by, Wu Zheng almost exclaimed. It's just that a scene suddenly popped up in his mind, and an unexpected encounter with Mr. Zhen Qingyi, although he believed that Qinglian would never be like that, Wu Zheng still held back.

just stopped in place, almost from Wu Zheng's subconscious movements, and he was looking forward to Qinglian being able to raise his head or turn his head to look at him. Wu Zheng really wanted to explain to Mr. Zhen Qingyi through Qinglian's mouth why he would say goodbye without saying goodbye.

It's just that Qinglian didn't give him a chance, and it wasn't until the familiar figure of Nana gradually walked away that Wu Zheng raised his feet and continued to walk towards the city. But in my heart I comforted myself with the words that I thought of last night:

"Without the involvement of this ominous person, Qinglian may have a better life. ”

In order not to cause trouble and prevent the official from recognizing him in the city, Wu Zheng directly found a ready-to-wear shop and bought a new set of clothes for a tael of silver. Instead of dressing up as a little girl, he bought a long shirt for himself.

The reason why Wu Zheng wanted to buy a cheongsam was also considered, because after all, he is now a showman, or a student, and a person with meritorious fame. In the event of an accident, this identity may sometimes help me, so I bought a long shirt and a headscarf according to the dress of the student. It's just that the headscarf is not worn on the head, but is put in the baggage.

The key sign that distinguishes whether a person is a talent or not is not in the caftan but in the turban. Therefore, Wu Zheng, who is already wearing a long shirt, only needs to put on the headscarf that only students will wear, and outsiders will understand that the young man in front of him is a showman.

Wu Zheng, who left the ready-to-wear store, walked around the street at will, although the person was still the same person, Wu Zheng who replaced the loose jacket in a long shirt, even if he walked opposite Jiang Haihongsheng and the two catchers, I am afraid it would be difficult to be recognized.

Along the east city gate all the way to the west, is the east and west main street of Shuntian City, Sunrise Street, when Wu Zheng came to a crossroads, at a glance saw the "Liufu" on the northeast corner of the intersection. Although the plaque on the lintel did not write "Taishi Mansion", but only wrote the words "Liufu", from the magnificent momentum of the gate in front of him, Wu Zheng could still guess that this would never be something that ordinary people could have.

"Liufu, could it be the home of the imperial master offended by Aunt Tie Niang?"

Standing across the street and looking for a while, I saw that the gate of Liufu was closed, and a small side door was opened near the gatehouse. Through the side door, he couldn't see much inside, for fear of attracting the attention of the people in Liufu, Wu Zheng raised his feet and turned north, almost making a big circle around Liufu, and finally came to Rising Sun Street from outside the wall of the east courtyard of Liufu.

Of course, Wu Zheng will not be wandering around, when he saw the Liufu in front of him, he already had a thought in his heart, - wait for the night to go to the Liufu to find out, it is best to do something, so as to relieve the hatred of the iron-threaded aunt who is on death row.

With Wu Zheng's age and experience, it is not difficult to understand that such a thought occurred in his heart before he thought of a way to rescue the iron thread lady from death row.

While continuing to wander on the street, he was thinking in his heart, and at the same time, Wu Zheng also paid special attention to the crude medicine shop on the street. Without him, because when he was in Houpo Village, Qinglian once told Wu Zheng in person that Qinglian's second uncle Zhen Qingshen opened a crude medicine shop in Shuntian City.

Wu Zheng also knew that even if he found the Zhen family's crude medicine shop, it would be impossible for him to enter the door, let alone reveal his identity, but Wu Zheng still couldn't control his eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, none of the crude medicine shops he passed by were left behind, and they were all seen by Wu Zheng and remembered in his heart.

Near noon, Wu Zheng already had a long list of names of crude medicine shops in his mind, but from these names, he couldn't tell which one was opened by Qinglian's second uncle Zhen Qingshen. Wu Zheng, who inevitably felt inexplicably disappointed in his heart, walked into a small restaurant with his feet up.