Fu Jingnian walked alone on the streets of Chang'an, passing by the surging crowds, the capital seems to never have night, now it is late at night, but the courtyard of Goolan is still singing and dancing, the gambling house is still thriving, the dust of the night is still not settled at this time, there are still dim yellow lights to be revealed under the lanterns hung outside the houses of the wealthy families, the stalls on the side of the street are always overcrowded, shouts come and go, fortunately the proprietress has practiced the magical skills that she will never forget, and she can barely cope with it properly.

On both sides of the streets of Chang'an, all kinds of hawkers are selling along the street, some selling antiques, rouge gouache, jewelry, calligraphy and painting, kites, sachets, all kinds of people cover every corner of the capital like spider webs, everyone is busy, busy with their own difficult life

A lively green board arch bridge, the bridge is crowded, pedestrians are weaving, there is a little lady holding an oil-paper umbrella and smiling past, there is a wandering skeleton of the boy holding a folding fan on the side to comment.

This capital is a city that never sleeps, standing by the railing, looking at the boats in the river, thousands of sails are competing, hundreds of boats are competing for the current. Standing at the head of the bridge, the spring breeze is blowing, so not pleasant, a large ship transporting grain is preparing to sail through the bridge hole, only to see the boatman on the big ship is very busy, standing on the top of the canopy, neatly lowering the sails, some are standing on the side of the boat to support the penny, and some are working hard to hold the top of the bridge with a long penny, so that the big ship can pass through the bridge with the water potential.

Fu Jingnian seemed to be a little out of place with this thriving scene, dressed in white, like an outsider, he looked coldly at the prosperity of this city, and then turned around and entered a quiet alley, and the whole person melted into the darkness.

There are only a few scattered lights in the silent alley, but there is an inn in the depths that is still brightly lit, an apricot wine flag hung with eyebrows is written on the four characters of Yuelai Inn, in which a gentle woman is wiping the table and chairs with a rag, a few small teapots of blue and white porcelain, placed horizontally and vertically on the big elm table, the gentle woman is wearing a neat white right side cyan half-arm short undergarment, moon white high-waisted Luo skirt, embroidered with silver tangled chrysanthemums and fluttering wings of larks, smart and simple, elegant very, only the sleeve edge, slightly oily stains, the woman rolled up the cuffs, wiped the fine sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, Fu Jingnian paced in, and said softly"Wan'er, why don't you go to sleep yet?"

Zhu Lingwan looked a little tired, and said, "Waiting for you to come back to eat, have you eaten, there are still some hot meals for you in the kitchen." ”

Fu Jingnian shook his head and said softly: "Not yet, let's eat together." ”

Zhu Lingwan nodded, took out the food from the kitchen, a plate of cold skin side dishes, a bowl of cucumber soup, and a bowl of green pepper tofu, which were not as delicious as the jade plates in the painting boat, gluttonous meals, but these home-cooked side dishes made Fu Jingnian look at the appetite, smiled and beckoned Zhu Lingwan to sit down, and slowly chewed.

Under the faint lamp and candle, the two sat opposite each other, you and I kept picking up the chopsticks, the chopsticks accidentally touched each other from time to time, Zhu Lingwan retracted the chopsticks as if she was electrocuted, and then looked at him awkwardly and smiled.

Fu Jingnian suddenly felt very warm at the moment, what is happiness? Maybe happiness is the hot meal after returning home, and the person waiting for you to go home.

The two of them ate very quietly, whether the speed was fast or not, whether it was slow or not, and soon there were only a few scraps left on the table of the Eight Immortals of the big elm, Fu Jingnian stroked his stomach, and Zhu Lingwan stood up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Have you recruited the second junior in the store?" Fu Jingnian suddenly asked.

Zhu Lingwan walked to the kitchen for a moment, shook her head and said, "How can it be, this inn is open in the depths of the alley, how can ordinary people come here." ”

Fu Jingnian sighed and said: "That's it, I will go to the imperial city to post a notice, although we are a little remote here, but we will pay more money, I believe that someone will come." ”

Zhu Lingwan shook her head as she walked and said, "It's okay, the inn business is cold, there aren't many people, I can handle it alone." ”

Fu Jingnian glared, and said angrily: "Look at you, why are you so stubborn? Along the way, you won't listen to what I say, we don't feel sorry for the silver, we feel sorry for you, what a good yellow flower girl, if you are made into a yellow-faced woman by these trivial things, you won't be able to find your husband at that time, I think you will regret it." ”

Zhu Lingwan was stunned, did not speak, silently put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, then closed the door, went to the wing, and not long after, the candlelight from the window paper was extinguished.

Fu Jingnian sat on the stool and muttered, "Tough girls." ”

After saying that, Fu Jingnian straightened up and was just about to enter the room, when a muffled sound suddenly came from the door of the inn, as if something had smashed on it.

Fu Jingnian frowned, opened the door, and saw a man in black leaning against the wooden plank motionless, bleeding from a one-inch hole in his chest, and when he looked up, the man was wearing a golden rakshasa mask.

Fu Jingnian was stunned, isn't this the young master of the Demon Sect, with his cultivation, how could someone be injured like this, the young master of the Demon Sect also saw him, and he was also stunned, and the word "It's you" fainted as soon as he said it.

Fu Jingnian's face was dark and inexplicable, his eyes kept flickering, he stood still and hesitated for a moment, he was not a person who wanted to mess with idle things, he wanted to ignore it, but for some reason, the familiarity brought by his gaze in Xiang Qianren's tomb couldn't help but make him tremble, this wound was extremely close to the heart, if he didn't save it, he was afraid that he would die Huangquan, he exhaled a heavy breath and sighed: "That's it." Then he carried the young master of the Demon Sect on his back, closed the door panel, protected his heart with internal force, and helped him into his own room.

"Bang. Fu Jingnian put him on the bed, Xu was too big, the young master of the Demon Sect snorted in pain, and said vaguely: "Lin Dongyue"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Jingnian's body suddenly shook, although the voice was vague, it was extremely delicate and soft, and it was actually a woman's voice.

Fu Jingnian reached out and gently took off the Rakshasa mask covering her face, and the whole person was suddenly stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

Under the mask, there is a beautiful face, she leans on the soft collapse of the brocade, her black hair is spread like a cloud, Qiushui's eyes are quietly closed, and a pair of willow eyebrows are wrinkled together even if she faints at this moment, and there seems to be a cloud of sorrow between her eyebrows. Fu Jingnian's gaze swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes, her lips were as ruddy as begonias, her skin was as white as mutton fat and white jade, and her slightly messy ayaluo finally landed on her accidentally exposed jade neck, and her breath couldn't help but stagnate.

ps: Thank you for the 100 starting coins reward that year, and the 100 starting coins for the bloodshed of the netherworld.

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