I'm here to find my son

"Master Hou, that brother is inside." The housekeeper, Zhong Bo, leaned over slightly, and half-stretched his fingers towards the dilapidated yard ahead.

On the top of the fence wall with a small corner collapsed, there is a sycamore tree growing out of the frame, with tall and straight branches, golden as a cover.As soon as the wind blows, the leaves are desolate all over the place.

It seems that no one has lived here for a long time. Li Xingzhi didn't even have an impression of this place in his mind. He held a dark red food box and stopped at the gate of the yard: "Why do you let him live here? Our Marquis's mansion is so poor. Is that so?"

Uncle Zhong replied: "Madam said that this brother made a fuss about committing suicide when he first came here. Whenever there were daggers and scissors in the house, he would use them to make a fuss. It is said that he injured several My servant. Later, Madam asked someone to clean up the sharp objects in his room, and he smashed teapots, bowls and dishes, and made troubles again, Madam had no choice but to send him here."

He always lowered his head slightly, showing a humble attitude: "There is only one bed and one table in this room..."

"Ridiculous." Li Xingzhi said expressionlessly, "Dogs have eaten the hospitality of Lord Hou's Mansion?"

He pondered for a moment, and then said: "What's more, we are sorry for him... He made such a big fuss, why didn't he know me?"

Uncle Zhong hurriedly bowed his head and explained: "A few days ago, you were doing disaster relief in the area of ​​Jiuhe, Madam could not tell you to call you back for such a trivial matter..."

"Li Zhong." Li Xingzhi said seriously.

"Yes." He said lightly, but Zhong Bo was frightened into a cold sweat.

His Lord Hou is always moody, and you can't guess whether he is hiding a knife in his smile or not.

"Other servants can follow blindly, but you can't be confused. Madam's words are all after your own thoughts, understand?"

After Li Xingzhi left this sentence, he stepped into the courtyard. Uncle Zhong said yes in the back, and continued, "Master, if there is nothing to order, the servant will leave first."

Li Xingzhi waved his hand at him, meaning to let him go.He stopped under the sycamore tree, casually picked up a broom handle that was almost bald, and with a light wave, swept down a burst of fallen leaves.

Li Xingzhi's eyes are sharp, and the green that he saw in a blink of an eye just now is not a mistake, but a real sprout.

I saw new shoots sprouting on the sycamore tree branch, a small green stubble, not just one spot.

Strange thing... Li Xingzhi sighed secretly in his heart, it's the ninth month of the lunar calendar, and it's late autumn. Could it be that this sycamore tree has become a spirit?Still sprouting as winter approaches...

However, although it was strange to sigh, it didn't make the Marquis think too much. Li Xingzhi didn't believe in ghosts and gods when he was young, so he just thought the tree was going crazy, and then walked to the wooden door.

The wooden door was locked, and Li Xingzhi was afraid that if he kicked in, he would scare the person inside, and it would not be good for him to see his true face, and Li Xingzhi felt that he might not be able to handle the trouble.

He circled around the house and found a rectangular opening about a foot wide. There were no windows in this room, and only this man-made hole allowed light to pass through.

Li Xingzhi stood there, blocking the light source.

Suddenly there was movement inside, Li Xingzhi caught a glimpse of a piece of moon-white cloth, and guessed it was the person coming over, standing opposite him just across the wall.

Hmm... Judging from the position of the clothes, it should be below the waist. This guy is obviously not short.

"Here..." Li Xingzhi accepted the meaningless politeness, how could it be possible to live in such a crappy place?"I'm here to bring you food," he said.

The people inside heard it, and slowly stretched out a hand. The fingers were thin and white, and they really pointed like onion roots, and they were even more beautiful than the daughter's.

Li Xingzhi was stunned for a few seconds, until the palm waved impatiently in front of his eyes, Li Xingzhi opened the food box.

The rectangular opening is too small, and only one dish can be passed in at a time. Li Xingzhi felt a little stuck, and said while passing the dish: "I have wronged you, I will ask them to change you to a clean room later."

Nan Zimu in it was really wronged, he could understand most of what people said, but he couldn't speak it himself.If I had known today, I would have spent some time learning the human language with Hongyu and the others.

It’s really sad to say that Nan Zimu is doing well as a mountain god on Zhongnan Mountain. He just went to the world for a day, ate, drank and played all day, and got so drunk that he couldn’t walk well .

Suddenly being taken away by two mortals rushing out of the alley, Nan Zimu was not afraid at all, thinking that they were mere mortals, what else could they do to him?

"The above said to find a country boy who can read at random, but you said that those country guys have a lot of voices. Last time I went alone, I was lucky not to be called deaf by him, and my ears were still ringing when I came back. for several days."

Another person responded: "This one seems to be dumb. I've been with him for so long, and I haven't heard him speak?"

"It should be. Just now I was thinking whether to knock him out and take him away, but I didn't expect him to not even shout."

Nan Zimu rolled his eyes behind the black cloth, thinking how can you understand what the gods say?

He was blindfolded and tied to a pillar, and he could only hear them complaining and discussing. It would be extremely easy for him to leave, just figured out a trick.It's just that at this moment, his mind was so drunk that he didn't know clearly, even though he was born with spiritual wisdom when Zhongnan Mountain was formed, it was the first time in thousands of years that he was treated like this.

Nan Zimu, who was tied up, didn't hesitate at all, he just thought it was fun.

One of the middle-aged men walked around Nan Zimu and said, "Well...he has a good figure, did you see what his face looks like just now?"

"It's ugly, and it's too late to change it. There are already urgings over there, saying that the master is leaving again." He paused, and then said: "But this man is wearing a fancy copper mask, just in case Take it off later, it will scare the old man..."

"That's it, let's take a look at the goods first." The middle-aged man poured a glass of fine deer fetus wine, then took out a pack of aphrodisiac/medicine from his bosom, and carefully mixed it into the wine, but his hand shook, no Being more careful, he smiled wretchedly, "I don't know if the old man can stand up to it."

Nan Zimu bought the mask out of curiosity at a street stall, and it was not very comfortable to wear on his face.

The man first untied his black cloth, then opened the mask, and held up a lantern to shine on Nan Zimu's face. His face showed both surprise and joy, and hurriedly called another middle-aged man over: "Come and see, she is a beauty."

A middle-aged man came over with a drink.

Since Nan Zimu is a fairy, his appearance is not bad at all. His misty peach blossom eyes, lips that look like a thin layer of glaze under the light, and cheeks and ears that are flushed from alcohol, make people unable to take their eyes off.

"Master Hou is so lucky." The middle-aged man half teased, "This looks even better than his wife..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by another man, who frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful, the higher up said that if this matter gets out, we will all die."

Nan Zimu's expression was always indifferent, too calm, which made the two of them a little scared, and the middle-aged man also frowned: "Why didn't he react at all, he couldn't be a fool, right? Don't be scared and foolish."

"The time limit is coming up. It doesn't matter if he is stupid. If we can't hand over someone, we will both be finished. Give him the wine."

The middle-aged man handed the wine to Nan Zimu's lips, just about to say a few harsh words to force him to drink it, but he never thought that the beauty sniffed the wine in the glass, struggled for a while, then stuck out her tongue and licked it. After taking a sip, he winked at the middle-aged man again, meaning he still wanted to drink.

"..." The middle-aged man's mouth was a little dry, and he said emotionally, "I'm probably a fool."

He slowly raised his wine glass, and smiled as he watched Nan Zimu drink up the whole glass.

Nan Zimu is not stupid, and he could smell something in this wine, but this wine is more fragrant than the jars he drank in the tavern. Anyway, the mountain god is immune to all poisons, at most it hurts so much when the poison occurs. Twice, nothing serious.

Thinking of this, he drank down the wine with a fearless spirit.

After drinking a cup, Nan Zimu blinked at the middle-aged man again, and the man couldn't help laughing and said, "Why, do you still want to drink?"

Nan Zimu nodded.

"Okay, okay, how about we take you to a place where you can drink a lot of this kind of wine?" the middle-aged man asked.

Nan Zimu nodded again, and followed them so foolishly. Seeing that he had no intention of running away, the two untied all the ropes on his body, leaving only a piece of cloth tied to his hand. Lead him forward.

One of the men thought about it, but still felt uneasy, and whispered in the middle-aged man's ear, "What if he pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger..."

"No, it's really a tiger. We two big men still won't obey him?"

The three of them arrived at Lord Hou's mansion in a blink of an eye, and arrived at Lord Hou's bedroom unimpeded all the way.Nan Zimu was pushed to sit on the bed by the two of them, and the middle-aged man coaxed him: "Sit down, brother, someone will come and bring you wine later."

It was only now that Nan Zimu felt that something was wrong with his body. At first, his head was dizzy from the alcohol, but now his limbs were so soft that he couldn't even sit still.

He wanted to stand up, but unfortunately, his waist softened and he fell back on the bed.

In a daze, I heard the voice of the middle-aged man drifting further and further away: "This magic medicine is bestowed by the current sage. It is said that even the gods in the nine heavens can gain the Tao. Once you go down, you can conceive..."

"Keep your voice down, don't you die?" another man reminded.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Look, you're scared. Let's go, let's get the reward and go home to pick up our wife."

Nan Zimu's heartbeat in the room was beating fast, and he had a rough guess about the "miracle medicine" they were talking about. Not only was his mouth dry, but his posture was also a bit uncontrollable. He rolled around on the bed a few times Then it won't move.

Thinking about pinching the formula and flying back to Mount Zhongnan, his mind was muddled at the moment, and he couldn't remember what the fairy formula was.