Lu Hua Zhi You Feng Lin Lou

The two hidden guards came back, smelling of kerosene all over their bodies, with a bitter expression on their faces. The one who stayed here shrank his neck and rejoiced—he escaped such a catastrophe today, and he shouldn’t be beaten when he went back. .

"How is it?" Hua Manlou asked when they heard them come back.

"Master, it's all burnt out. It looks like there must be more than a dozen people." One of them replied with a pale face.

Hua Manlou's face darkened, and he put away the white jade bone fan in his hand, and he ordered the secret guard: "Go and check, what's wrong with this workshop." If this was just an ordinary papermaking workshop, why would Gao Menglai come here and go crazy? ?

He was just about to take action here, but the battle situation over there suddenly changed.

The dark guard suddenly heard a cry of surprise, the clanging of the long sword stopped abruptly, and then he let out a muffled groan, as if someone had been kicked to the ground.

"What's the matter?" Hua Manlou frowned, and asked Lu Xiaofeng who came up to him - a faint smell of blood came from him.

"Hero Lu is injured!" The dark guard shouted much faster than the deity!Hurrying up to deliver handkerchiefs and handkerchiefs is more powerful than their own injuries.Hua Manlou couldn't help but wonder in his heart—what kind of drug did Lu Xiaofeng give these hidden guards, and he was more considerate to him than to his own master.

The dark guard covered his face - this is not for the consideration of your life's major event, young master!We are really a good example of hard work and dedication, and we are worthless!

"It's okay." Lu Xiaofeng took a handkerchief and wrapped it around his arm casually, and explained to Hua Manlou, "Gao Menglai looks very strange, you'd better go over and have a look." Fangcai was afraid that he would die from exhaustion, I had no choice but to sell a loophole and hit it with one blow, but I couldn't avoid being scratched by his long sword. Should I also try to find a weapon that I can use? Master Lu rubbed his chin and thought - Ximen's sword seems to be quite good.

Hua Manlou walked over to take Gao Meng's pulse, even though Lu Xiaofeng's unique technique sealed nine acupoints, he could still feel his struggle, even the sound of teeth colliding up and down could be heard clearly.

"He's been poisoned." Hua Manlou got up and said in a fulfilling manner.

"What poison?" Lu Xiaofeng and the hidden guard asked in unison.

——Look, how tacit understanding we have with the future uncle, we are really destined to be a family.The dark guards nodded happily.

Lu Xiaofeng ignored the convulsing hidden guards, walked over to look at Gao Menglai who was curled up on the ground trembling, and asked Hua Manlou: "Is there any cure for his poison? I still have something to ask him."

Hua Manlou pondered for a moment: "He's already lost his mind, I can't guarantee it, but if he can have the Wannian spring water in the Wanmei Villa, no poison should be a problem."

Lu Xiaofeng scratched his head—although he and Huamanlou had a good understanding and thought of the cold-faced ghost at the same time, but Wanmei Villa didn't know which snow cave was hiding in it, and the divine falcon Sikong Zhaixing was not there, so it seemed a bit of a waste of time to find it. .

"Master, look, we found these!" Two dark guards ran over in a hurry, slurring their words with excitement - don't praise us for our ability, just show us an intimate scene.

Lu Xiaofeng took over the stack of booklets they were holding, flipped through them casually, his expression changed immediately, and he sneered, "Oh, is it really a dog biting a dog?"

Hua Manlou tilted his head: "Dog bite dog?"

Lu Xiaofeng put the booklet away, and said to the secret guard: "Look again, this place might be a hell, you have to turn over the ground and look for it."

The hidden guards are horrifying—what the hell?

However, the uncle in the future is really handy in ordering us, it is really not out of the ordinary!It's so touching that I want to find a corner to cry.

Lu Xiaofeng wanted to say something to Huamanlou, but saw a familiar flower pot thrown in the corner behind him, walked over to pick it up, it was indeed the one with double flowers that Gao Menglai had just taken from her. Celadon Jar.

"Huamanlou, how about we make a bet?" Lu Xiaofeng came back, and weighed the little green jar in his hand with a few cracks and a mess.

"What bet?" Hua Manlou looked at him.

"I bet this case will be over tomorrow." Lu Xiaofeng was quite confident, "And none of the people who should be arrested can escape."

Hua Manlou raised his folding fan again, "I don't know what bet Brother Lu wants to bet?"

——Of course I slept in the same room at night!Dark Guard No. [-] clenched his fists and waited with all his might.

"This case is over, you can go somewhere with me." Facts have proved that Lu Daxia is still a serious hero.

"Okay." Hua Manlou nodded, "I bet."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, and went out with the flower bed: "Then I'll go find someone first, and I'll leave this to you. For the fat and skinny ones, you can also speak for me."

Watching Lu Xiaofeng walk away, the dark guard moved to Hua Manlou's side: "Master, it will be Miss Ba's birthday in a few days, won't you go back to Jiangnan? The young masters will go back too."

Although he still wanted to follow the young master and aunt to the rivers and lakes, but the young masters above were so cruel that he shuddered thinking about it.

"How do you know your young master and I will definitely lose?" Huamanlou slapped his fan on his head—whether he is usually too bad-tempered, and this group of people really regards him as a dandy who only knows how to grow flowers and play the piano.

The secret guard scratched his head: "But girls... all the girls said that Daxia Lu is very tired of solving crimes!"

Hua Manlou pursed his lips: "He is smart, but no matter how smart a person is, he will not be without weaknesses."

"Then what is Lu Daxia's weakness?" The dark guard is as good as others—hehe, he doesn't expect the young master to pat his chest and say righteously: "Who else do I have besides your young master?"

Hua Qishao, who is so elegant and handsome that countless people can't match him, naturally wouldn't make such a rough man's action of patting his chest. He just smiled lightly, and his eyes, which were out of focus, were calm and quiet like a clear pool.

The fat and thin policeman quickly rushed to Hongyanfang with his people, and the common people watched a bunch of policemen from the capital bring out corpses covered in white cloth from this paper shop, exuding a disgusting smell. The smell, for a while, I couldn't figure out what happened—didn't you see the water?It's like it's burnt.

Then they saw a few policemen working together to lift an iron cage out, inside which curled up a man in a messy colorful dress, with messy long hair masking his face, he couldn't see what he looked like, but somehow it made people feel scared.

"Whose idea is this?" Hua Manlou was helpless.

"Of course it's our Qi Yuxuan who held his head high and his chest was big and brainless..." Before the fat policeman could finish his sentence, he was pulled aside by the skinny policeman. "It was ordered by the chief arrester to do this, and it seems to be the intention of Daxia Lu." He himself explained with Huamanlou.

Huamanlou probably knew Lu Xiaofeng's intentions, but he followed someone's thinking.But the people of Xianghe are still immersed in the atmosphere of the annual flower fair, so their interest has been spoiled, and this year is not very comfortable.

"My lord, I found something!"

A few people were talking, and there was already a commotion inside, Hua Manlou hurriedly followed the thin policeman to look - as soon as the policemen came, he asked the hidden guards to retreat, although Piou Wu didn't mind, But it is not good to hinder the government from handling the case.

It was still the fire room for baking. Just now, the hidden guards just extinguished the fire and dug out the bodies of the servants. Now the police pushed the fire room directly, and felt that something was wrong underneath. Huge cremation pit - there are dozens of skeletons that have been burned black and black in broad daylight, and the skinny arresters who are used to seeing it are a little bit gasped, and a few newcomers who have come in beside them have long been holding their hands. Throwing up on the side of the stomach.

Hua Manlou could guess what happened based on everyone's reactions. He took out the booklet that Lu Xiaofeng had stuffed into him just before he left, and handed it to the skinny policeman: "I found this in the secret compartment."

After Lu Xiaofeng saw it, he said that this workshop is a hell on earth, and now it looks really good.

Fortunately, he brought three or four assistants with him when he went out this time. While ordering them to do things, he flipped through the booklet. Hua Manlou could clearly feel the change in his aura—a thick murderous aura swept over him.

Although he has entered the Gongmen, he is still a person who has been in the rivers and lakes. When encountering difficult things, he still expresses his anger in the most direct way.

"Hey, here's one for you. The fat policeman wandered over from nowhere, stuffed something into the skinny policeman's mouth with lightning speed, and then walked over to watch the autopsies. Under instinct The skinny policeman who was forced to chew was quickly interrupted by him, and the murderous aura on his body dissipated immediately.

"Sour plum?"

"It seems to be." The skinny policeman was embarrassed, a blush flashed on his dark face, but when he remembered that Hua Manlou couldn't see him, he was even more embarrassed.

Fortunately, a gangster came up shaking his head, muttering as he walked: "It's a crime, it's a crime."

"What's going on?" The skinny policeman was annoyed when he saw this group of old-fashioned gangsters, but Dao Wubiao treated them like treasures, and he didn't let him neglect him at all.But he is a big man with a quick temper, and when he encounters an old man who moves and gasps twice, he will have trouble if he is not in a hurry.

"It's all young girls who died when they were less than 20 years old. They were burned alive." Wu Zuo stroked his white beard and sighed.

The skinny catcher clenched his fists, looked sharply at the body of the workshop owner still lying in the courtyard, waved his hand for a while, and summoned a few catchers: "Take those wreckages back first, and the old men too, Try to tell who belongs to whom." He clutched the roster in his hand, since he has a name, he can send it home in the future, so he has a destination.

Hua Manlou's gentle and handsome features, usually as elegant as a Jiangnan ink painting, were also tinged with sadness at this time, he turned his head and asked the thin policeman: "You should often encounter such killings, after a long time Would you feel uncomfortable?"

The skinny catcher quickly looked at his hand holding the knife, but didn't answer directly: "I used to be a right-handed knife, and one hundred and one souls died under the knife. After entering the gate of the gods, my right hand has never touched a sharp weapon again. Because Every time there is a case where innocent people die in vain, it trembles so badly that it can’t even hold the knife.”

Hua ManLou knew it - the past was like a thorn, firmly stuck in his right hand, and it would hurt as long as he exerted force.Just like his eyes, even after so long, as long as he dreams of the scene at that time, he will still wake up from the dream.

So although time is the most powerful thing, it can make the past like smoke, but in the end the past is even more powerful, even if it turns into illusory smoke, it still drifts behind from time to time.

After Hongyanfang was closed, a group of people withdrew from Xianghe and returned to the capital.

When Lu Xiaofeng entered the door, Hua Manlou was already playing the piano, and the sound of the piano was a little absent-minded.

"I heard that you went to the Xianghe Prison by the way. They didn't make much trouble with the bearded ones, did they?" Lu Xiaofeng sat down to drink tea--it took him a lot of talking just now.

Hua Manlou shook his head: "I told them that they will be cleared of their grievances in a few days. They were very happy and said that they would come to thank you specially at that time."

Lu Xiaofeng picked up his small dimples: "Thank you, there's no need, but just invite me to their village for a drink. The last time I left in a hurry, I only smelled the aroma of 30-year-old rice wine, but I didn't have time to ask for a pot."

Hua Manlou smiled and said nothing, her slender and slightly pale fingers were still flicking casually on the strings.

While drinking tea, Lu Xiaofeng squinted at him—he had something on his mind!

"I've prepared the big water urn, and I'm just waiting for that one to jump in by himself. Aren't you curious, where am I going to take you?" He stretched out his claws to touch the strings, and bounced a few times, out of rhythm .

Disturbed by him, Hua Manlou simply pushed away the piano, took out a book from under the piano stand, and handed it to Lu Xiaofeng: "Brother Lu, do you have time now? Why don't you read a few articles to me, a blind man."

Lu Xiaofeng felt bored, but he couldn't help reaching out to take it: "Okay, which part do you want to hear?"

"Mei Yiyuan's memorabilia."

Hua Manlou propped one hand under his chin, leaning lazily on the piano platform, a strand of long hair smoothly slid down the beautiful outline, and the breeze moved slightly, his eyes seemed to be closed, usually he couldn't see or guess The transparent mood is completely hidden at this time.

But while Lu Xiaofeng was reading the unfamiliar words, while secretly looking at them, he felt as if he had seen a lot.

Lu Daxia, who has been walking non-stop in the rivers and lakes, is far and wide, deep in the mountains and blue seas. Everywhere he goes, he laughs and enjoys himself to his heart's content. Apart from sleeping, there is probably no such quiet moment in his life.

But now in such a calm afternoon, holding a book and facing a person, he actually felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before.

This is really a very mysterious feeling.

If you can't understand it, you can't participate.