My wife is not a demon

That's a gift...

Could it be given to Young Master Xu?

Chen Mu thought for a long time, took out his small notebook, and wrote down the information with the small charcoal pen he carried with him.

This could turn out to be a key clue.

If the blood mother ginseng essence in Young Master Xu's body was given by Eunuch Fang, what is the purpose?What is the connection between the two?

In addition, is there anyone with the surname 'Ji' in Zhenma Division?

Why did he give Eunuch Fang blood mother ginseng essence?Instead of giving it to Young Master Xu directly?

All the reasons are still shrouded in layers of mystery.

It's like opening the skirt, trying to find out what secrets are inside, only to find that there are several pairs of safety pants on.

……

Leaving Suzaku Hall, Chen Mu planned to go to the Six Gates, but on the way, he ran into Mr. Tiebu Zhuangtie from the Haotian Department.

The other party was wearing a blue military uniform with a dagger at his waist.

Standing in front of a street stall of dough kneaders, staring blankly at those delicate dough puppets, as if in a daze.

"Master Iron."

Chen Mu stepped forward to salute and greet.

The latter came back to his senses and looked a little surprised when he saw Chen Mu: "Master Chen? Are you on patrol today?"

Chen Mu smiled and shook his head: "No, it's just by chance."

Tie Buzhuan looked at the masked doll that the master craftsman had just made in half in front of the stall, and said calmly: "Yesterday you were very good, and you caught two monsters. It seems that under my guidance last time, you have made great progress. , yes, keep it up."

Chen Mu said modestly: "It's just luck."

He wasn't lying, it was luck to catch the lizard demon and the fox demon.

If it wasn't for the missing Yan Shimei, she wouldn't have visited the pregnant woman.If he hadn't found that earring, he wouldn't have associated the fox demon with Mrs. Xu.

Everything is luck.

No way, good-looking people are often not too bad luck.

Chen Mu turned around and looked at the kneading man's stall. There were some animals, flowers, trees, and dough puppets of men, women and children, which were vividly displayed.

"The craftsmanship is good." Chen Mu stretched out his thumb.

The craftsman of the dough kneader is an old man in his fifties with gray hair.

After hearing Chen Mu's praise, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't you want to make one? A noodle puppet costs [-] cents. Although it is a little expensive, my craftsmanship is nothing to say, old man, and it is not easy to damage."

Chen Mu threw some broken silver to the other party: "You don't need to look for it, just pinch three like me."

One for the lady, one for Zhiyue, and one for the beautiful woman Yanqing.

As for the green radish... forget it.

If that girl gets my doll, maybe she will do something, maybe she will break it at night.

The old man nodded with a smile, looked carefully at Chen Mu for a few seconds, and said, "Guests can wait for a while, I'll pinch for you after I finish pinching for this gentleman."

Although the puppet in the old man's hand has not been pinched yet, it can be vaguely seen that it is a woman.

Is it the first love of Iron Cloth Pile?

Chen Mu thought secretly.

He has known about the iron cloth pile, and knows that the other party has no wife, has never been married, and is purely single.

Now he actually pinches a woman here, it must be the person he once loved.

"busy?"

The iron cloth pile looked at the teahouse next to it, and squeezed out a smile.

This is a rare invitation.

Wen Wenren said before that Tie Buzhuan is rather aloof, likes to be alone, and basically has no friends.

It is difficult for him to take the initiative to invite others to accompany him.

Chen Mu shook his head: "Not busy."

Since the other party invited him to drink tea, he happened to have something to ask.

There were not many people in the teahouse, and the two found a very secluded corner where they could filter out a lot of noisy sounds.

"Xiao Er, here is a pot of the best tea you have here."

After sitting down, Tie Buzhuan said to the clerk in the store, as if he was not short of money.

"Okay."

The clerk in the store hurriedly left with a bow.

Seeing this, Chen Mu smiled and said, "My lord, there is no need to spend so much money. The best pot of tea here costs more than ten taels. I heard that it is Xiyuan Bijing tea. I drank it a few days ago, and there is no difference."

More than ten or two...

Hearing this number, Tie Buzhuan raised his eyelids.

Then he said calmly: "It's only a little over ten taels. If I had known, I would have taken you to the best tea house. Let's make do with it today."

"Coincidentally, the guest officer..."

The shop clerk who was coming to wipe the table hurriedly said politely. "Recently, we have a new batch of tea leaves from our tea shop. They are called Caiqingmiaoxian tea. They are high-quality tea. Su Changyu from the Imperial College even wrote a poem himself. It costs 40 taels for a pot. How about a pot?"

"..."

The blue veins on the iron cloth pile's forehead slightly protruded.

He touched his purse quietly, and after confirming that he could continue to pretend, he said expressionlessly: "Then let's get a pot first, and taste how it tastes."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Hearing what the iron cloth pile said, the store clerk smiled brighter.