Incense Pavilion.

"I heard that the boss had a very majestic quarrel with the envoy of the Qi family last night?" Yan Hong put down the hot tea in front of Xie Junhe, and crossed her fingers with a smile on her face.

"Whether he is majestic or not, only he knows. Xie Junhe raised his glass and drank it, filled his mouth full of bitterness and swallowed it for a long time so that he would not choke out, "The tea you made?!This can also be called tea?!" stuck out his tongue and spit out the tea powder for a long time, still twisting his eyebrows.

"This is the best tea in the store! If you don't like it, get out!" Yan Hong glared, waved her sleeves back to the tent, and ignored him.

The storyteller sat down at his table with a fan in his hand, "What? Did you lose the last time you gambled on the horse? Yes, another joke was added - the black-faced man was invincible to the forgetful son, and the alcoholic drank the ink ice grass tea. ”

Heng Mei patted the case: "Entertain me, I'm tired of living!"

The storyteller shook the paper fan and walked away. The drinkers took the initiative to retreat, unless he was determined to find it unpleasant.

"Come back!" Xie Junhe suddenly took the initiative to wave to the storyteller.

The storyteller looked up to the sky and smiled, and walked slowly to him: "Ask!"

"Lend me a few copper coins first. ”

"Okay. ”

"And ......," he lowered his voice to the point where no one around him could hear him, "Rouge." ”

"What?" the storyteller thought he had misheard.

"Where is the rouge that sells girls' household goods?"

"I asked the silver hairpin a few days ago, and today I asked Rouge, did you fall into the flowers?" the storyteller continued to tease him.

"Do you kid say anything?"

"Ask me about the things in the rivers and lakes, ask me about the women, ask the shopkeeper - but you just her off, and it seems that I can't help you. Before Xie Jun and the thunderstorm were thunderous, the storyteller had already flashed out of the danger zone, waving his paper fan and joking with the other drinkers.

Yan Hong walked from behind the tent, greeted the guests attentively, and didn't look at him until she walked past him, and then left a sentence: "There is a family on Suzaku Street in the north of the town, two hundred steps to the east, and there is also one in the alley on the right." ”

Xie Junhe's eyes lit up, and he wanted to thank him, but seeing that Yan Hong still didn't look at him, he walked straight to the back table, leaning on the middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman, scratching his head and smiling, talking sweetly, and showing off his appearance. The merchant had already looked dumbfounded, smirked, and behaved unruly.

Xie Junhe wanted to vomit. When he got up with his sword, he shook the tables and chairs and the cups and squeaked violently, and frightened the rich merchant back to his soul.

Two hours later, Xie Junhe, who was carrying a sword, was churning up every kind of rouge in two rouge shops.

Peeled off the cover, put it under his nose and sniffed, shook his head, and threw it on the shelf, and every now and then a sneeze made the boss's face solemn again. I can't remember how many times I sneezed, and I can't remember how many guests I scared away, but after all, he still gained something - he spent all the copper plates in his pocket, and under the disdain of the boss on the verge of collapse, he stretched his face and returned to Chu's house with a small box of rouge in his arms.

Looking at the chaos in the store unknowingly, I really thought that someone would be bored enough to rob the rouge shop.

The only surprise was Chu Xuehai - when a box of brightly colored rouge was inexplicably handed under his nose and told you that it was yours, no girl could resist such a temptation.

But Xie Junhe always has the ability to make people's mood hit the ground from the sky like clouds: "I checked for an afternoon, but there was no result." Seeing the boss's ugly face, I saved him from suing me at your brother's place, but there was nowhere to throw it away when I bought it, even if it was an apology. ”

So in exchange for it, all he could get was Chu Xuehaishan's tsunami-like anger.

Fortunately, Duan Shiyu stopped: "What case did Xie Daxia investigate, and he actually went to the rouge shop?"

"A kind of incense. ”

Shi Yu was curious: "Is it on the killer? Is she a woman?"

Scratching his scalp, he only sighed.

"If you want to ask about the aroma, Xie Daxia should go to her. Shi Yu Moth raised his eyebrows slightly, and a secret smile appeared behind the scarf, "There are many more types of aromas in Mrs. Chu's courtyard than in ordinary rouge shops. ”

"Don't!" Xue Hai hurriedly interjected, "If you want to find it, let my gray wolf brother find it himself." ”

Junhe understood what she meant and grinned. Zhilan Yuan, he really didn't have the courage to break in.

As a result, there was an extra dagger in Zhilan Garden, which had always been incompatible with the rivers and lakes. In the dazzling cold light, Veran held it in a silk handkerchief and gently picked it up, turning it over and over again. Chu Tao sat indifferently on the side, sipping hot tea to himself.

"The blood covers a bit of the fragrance, and it is difficult to say that it is a day apart. ”

"If it's hard to do, just give up. He didn't have hope for this, Xie Junhe's whim, Duan Shiyu's momentary words, and Chu Xuehai's nonsense, it was ridiculous to chase the murderer from the aroma. After drinking a cup of tea, nothing came of it. I looked around unconsciously.

"Wait a minute...... Wei Lan didn't look up to know that he was going to leave again, put down what he was holding and walked forward, "Sit a little longer, okay?"

Chu Tao looked at her in surprise, and the aggrieved smile was always maintained on her pale face - she didn't dare not smile. He smiled, "I don't blame you. You don't need to be involved in this. ”

"Yes...... I'll do it well. Just a moment......"

Her pleas were always so simple, and he heard them so earnestly. Indeed, it has been too long since I came back. It's been so long that I can't even stand the sea of snow. But he couldn't remember that there was such a courtyard. Gently hugged her shoulders and took her hand: "Lan, I'm not leaving." ”

Overjoyed and overwhelmed.

The palms of your hands are like fire. He vaguely remembered that Uncle Wang had mentioned that she was sick, and said that it was not serious. Maybe when he was practicing his sword, maybe when he was thinking about things, maybe ...... I can't remember it at all. Of course, this stubble was scattered in the air at that time as if the wind was blowing. Looking at her satisfied smile, he hid a slight apology: "Don't tell me when you're sick?"

"It's just a trivial matter, I'm afraid of disturbing my husband. With a shy face, there was nowhere to hide under his direct gaze.

Shaking his head, he said softly: "Stupid!"

"Not stupid," he broke away from his arm and sat down at the desk, and the meticulous and neat small block extended on the paper one by one: "Agarwood, tulip, musk, spirit vanilla, orange blossom, honey, white orchid, snow chrysanthemum......" The pen suddenly stopped, looked sideways, and slowly shook his head.

"How?"

"It's too ordinary, and it's missing the key. ”

"Then leave it alone. Chu Tao put down the pen in her hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned over and kissed her deeply on the lips, not allowing her to resist.

The moment the lips met, tears rolled down her cheeks. Holding him, using all his strength, pressing against his warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and a solemn snort—yes, he was there. But he was afraid that as soon as he let go, everything in front of him would be gone.

The fiery kiss slid down her hot cheeks, ears, and neck, igniting her entire body, as if her whole person was about to melt.

But she was willing to burn out, melt out, for him.

Knowing that he would have to leave before dawn, he knew that he didn't care about what she had written on the paper, and he knew that once he left the courtyard, he didn't know how long it would take for him to remember Zhilan Garden, and even knew that even this kiss was only out of pity for her loneliness—even she couldn't tell whether she was married to him or to this courtyard.

But like a moth towards the light, even if it burns itself out, it has already fought its head.

However, he never realized how much she wanted to enter his world.