I'm the villain in the book

"Don't forget what you gave to Qiaoling."

……

"Grumbling..."

The waning moon sheds white light, the wheel of the car ran over the bluestone pavement, and the bell on the horse's neck shook.

Wei Changtian didn't ask anyone to deliver it. At this time, besides himself, there were Yuan'er and a strong man who were quietly wiping tears.

Wang Er was left in the capital by Wei Changtian because he had to take care of the Freemasonry.

This man is his chosen "successor".

The name is also very perfunctory - Zhang San.

Is the extrajudicial fanatic finally here?

He casually lifted the curtain of the car, watching some familiar and some unfamiliar scenes flash past one by one, and the carriage drove out of the city gate in a short time.

At this moment, the sun has not yet risen, the morning fog in late autumn is particularly heavy, and the heavy dew hangs on the grass blades on both sides of the official road, crystal clear.

There were more than a hundred cavalry soldiers in blue armor waiting in front of them. In addition to a supervisor sent by the imperial court, there was a man and a woman at the head.

It was Liang Zhen who just happened to return to Shuzhou after his job description, and Liang Qin who looked a little complicated.

"Hahaha! Nephew, won't you get out of the car and take another look at the capital?"

As if to ease Wei Changtian's "gloomy" feelings, Liang Zhen laughed loudly.

However, Wei Changtian didn't mean to get out of the car, he just laughed loudly:

"Uncle Liang, it's not like I'm not coming back! What's so beautiful?"

"Then let's go now?"

"go!"

"..."

More than a hundred rides, plus five or six carriages slowly moved, and disappeared at the end of the official road in a short time.

The capital behind him is still sleeping, but the sky is turning white.

……

……

Three days later.

Hanging Mirror Division, at willow leaves.

Zhou Cheng looked at Xu Qingwan who was "recovering from illness" with a little surprise on his face.

"Xu Zongqi, why didn't you tie the red rope today?"

"..."

Xu Qingwan froze for a moment, didn't speak, and walked away on her own.

Zhou Cheng touched his head suspiciously, thinking that Xu Qingwan had forgotten about it.

The next day, Zhou Cheng saw Xu Qingwan again and asked the same question, but he still didn't get an answer.

On the third day, Zhou Cheng asked again.

On the fourth day, ask again.

After asking for five days in a row, Zhou Cheng vaguely figured out the reason, and never asked again.

Another two months have passed.

On this day, Zhou Cheng was fighting with a few officers in the office, and it was snowing heavily outside.

Just when he was only one step away from victory, Xu Qingwan, who was tied with a red rope, suddenly appeared.

"Zhou Cheng, I'm leaving the capital."

"what?"

Zhou Cheng turned around in an instant, and he didn't even notice the next seventeen cards.

"Leaving Beijing? Where are you going? Have a mission?"

"No."

Xu Qingwan smiled, very sweet.

"I'm transferred to Shuzhou."

……

Wei House.

Lu Jingyao put on a thick cloak and pushed open the courtyard door, her cheeks flushed.

Qiuyun shook the paper umbrella beside him, smiled and urged: "Madam, it's snowing too much, let's go inside and warm up!"

"Ah."

Lu Jingyao nodded, but after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and reached out to pick up a snowflake.

"Qiuyun, do you think it will snow in Shuzhou?"

"Ma'am, I have never been out of the capital since I was a child, so how can I know this."

Qiuyun covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Do you want to write to the son again? You have written five letters this month!"

"You're making fun of me again!"

Lu Jingyao made a gesture to fight Qiuyun: "There is another letter written for you!"

"Yeah! Madam, spare your life, I don't dare any more!"

"Don't run!"

One of the two women escaped and the other chased, and the small courtyard was a little lively for a while.

And at this moment, another equally familiar voice floated in from outside the hospital.

"Damn! How can you be so stupid!"

"Run faster!"

"..."

"Wang! Wang Wang Wang!"

......

The first time, it's over!

"...Then Wei Gongzi left the capital with Yuan'er and Zhang San like this, and went straight to Shuzhou!"

"Everyone, let's talk about this today, if you want to know what will happen next..."

Mr. Storyteller slapped the Xingmu in his hand on the table, making a muffled "pop" sound.

"Let's listen to the next time!"

"Thank you all for your support! Thank you all for your money!"

"..."

The storyteller announced the completion, but everyone in the teahouse quit.

"What? This is the end? Let's talk!!"

"That's right! Isn't that fox demon going to follow? Where is it?"

"Yes! And Xiao Feng, what happened to him?!"

"Hurry up and talk! There are big rewards!"

For a time, countless pieces of copper plate and silver flew into the small copper furnace in front of the storyteller, making a crisp sound of "ding bell clack".

However, there are also some short-tempered men who are more direct, actually slapping the various weapons on the table with a "pop".

There are swords, hammers, axes, and sticks... the most exaggerated is a big sword, which is actually over a zhang long!

The storyteller shivered when he saw this scene, but he still said bravely:

"Everyone, today is really gone."

"The boy has been talking for more than a month, and he always needs to rest his voice..."

"Take a break!"

The man with the big knife interrupted with an angry shout: "Tell me quickly! Otherwise, you won't be able to be a man!"

"what?"

The storyteller shrank his neck with a pale face, and looked at the other heroes as if asking for help.

Fortunately, the other people still understand the truth, and they all opened their mouths and said:

"Forget it, how about letting him rest for half a day?"

"What I'm saying is, I haven't heard such a good story for a long time, it's a long time!"

"Put your knife away! Don't scare Mr.!"

"That's right! It's enough to have my green terrier sword!"

"..."

Hearing that everyone said this, the man with the knife finally reluctantly took the knife back, but his mouth was still unrelenting.

"Humph! It's okay not to talk today, but you have to tell us what the next time is called?"

Intrigued by the man, everyone immediately agreed:

"Yes, yes! Just talk about it, little sir!"

"If you don't say it, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this door today!"

"Have you seen this silver ingot? Say it, yours, don't say it, it's gone."

"..."

"Cough! Then I'll tell you in advance..."

In desperation, the storyteller finally agreed to the request with a dry cough.

His face was serious, and his eyes swept around.

The teahouse slowly returned to silence, and then a clear voice sounded slowly.

"Drunken lying on the knees of a beauty, awake and holding a killing sword."

"I don't ask for the city wall, but I want to kill the human rights."

"Everyone, what we're going to talk about next time is..."

The storyteller paused for a moment, and then said in a high voice, word by word:

"Soaring straight up, ninety thousand miles!"

Whoa!

Like a torrential rain, there was an uproar in the teahouse.

However, when everyone came back to their senses and looked again, the storyteller had disappeared, along with the small copper stove full of rewards.

Although the person was gone, the last sentence was still lingering around the beam, and it lingered for a long time.

Soaring upwards, ninety thousand miles.

……

The next morning, the teahouse was full of people.

It's just that everyone waited for a long time, but the storyteller, who should have arrived early, didn't show up.

"Little Er! What's the matter? Why hasn't Mr. Storyteller come yet?!"

"Yeah! Laozi's melon seeds are so special!"