Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

This time, Mr. Baohe and his party were still arranged in the house where they lived before.

"I really have a fate with this place. I just hope there will be no accidents this time." Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Mr. Baohe smiled.

The previous two times when he came, it was at the end of summer, and the yard was full of flowers and grass, so it was very lively.Now it's autumn, the vegetation is decaying, and it looks a little desolate.

"Has uncle ever been here?" Fang Xue asked.In fact, what she wants to ask more is, "Did you get here because you got lost before?".But in her heart, Mr. Baohe is an elder after all, so she won't say anything about whether he is big or small.

"That's right. It's just that things are different and people are different. Those people from back then are gone now." After speaking, Mr. Baohe sighed, and walked to the house where Bai Xuan lived in the past according to the route he remembered.

"Here, there once lived a very cute young man. I have also met his father several times." As he said, Mr. Baohe tried to push the door.The door was not locked, and it opened with a light push.The inside of the house is like a snow cave, with no games of one color.There is only a rough pottery vase on the table, in which are several chrysanthemums, two scriptures, and an incense burner.

Mr. Baohe looked solemn, and bowed in the direction of the desk.

Fang Xue thought, this is probably the altar of that old man, although he didn't know the identity of this person, but he followed suit.

"I didn't know his altar was here before, so I didn't prepare for it." Mr. Baohe looked a little regretful, "It would be good to offer him a stick of incense."

"Uncle, sincerity makes a spirit. That friend of yours will definitely know your heart." Fang Xue comforted her softly.

"Let's go," Mr. Baohe sighed, wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and said softly, "Empty hands are always bad, let's go, don't disturb others' cleanliness."

Fang Xue nodded, followed Mr. Baohe out of the room silently, turned around and gently closed the door.

"May the deceased rest in peace." She said softly.

"You are a good girl," Mr. Baohe said to Fang Xue when he returned to the courtyard, "Zian is not lucky if he can't marry you."

Fang Xue pursed her lips and smiled, shook her head and said, "Brother Zi'an already has a sweetheart."

"Really?" Mr. Baohe wondered, "I never heard him mention it..."

For some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Probably because of the children I brought up with my own hands, and the traveling companions who have experienced life and death together have something to hide from me.he thought.

Seeing that Mr. Baohe looked a little lonely, Fang Xue quickly explained: "He didn't tell me that either, but it looks like he has a sweetheart."

"You can see this? Could it be that our Axue has supernatural powers and can read people's hearts?" Mr. Baohe laughed.

"There is no supernatural power... It's just that I also have my own sweetheart." Fang Xue sighed and smiled wryly.

Knowing that she thought of his childhood sweetheart again, Mr. Baohe comforted him, "Don't worry, since there is no news of his death, he is probably still alive."

"I know. He must be waiting for me..." As she said that, Fang Xuebei came out of it and started to cry.

Mr. Baohe seldom dealt with young girls on weekdays, and when he saw Fang Xue crying, he didn't know how to comfort her for a while, so he could only stand beside her and quietly accompany her, turning his body sideways to shield her from the cold autumn wind.

Liu Zian woke up from his drunkenness and found himself lying in a strange room, Mr. Baohe and Fang Xue were not around.When he went out to look for it, he happened to see such a picture of "a man in love with a concubine".

"Sir, what are you doing?" Liu Zian yelled at them.

Fang Xue froze, and hurriedly wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

"It's nothing, come and see Bai Xianggong's former house." Mr. Baohe replied, "Are you sober?"

"Wake up." Liu Zian tried his best to ignore the jealousy in his heart, and told himself that nothing could happen between these two people, "By the way, this wine has really strong aftertaste."

Mr. Baohe and Fang Xue held back their laughter and said nothing.

"Axue, did you cry just now?" Liu Zian walked up to the two of them and asked, seeing Fang Xue's eyes were red.

Fang Xue lowered her head and did not speak.

"Look at you scaring the girl so much that you don't dare to cry." Mr. Baohe teased, "When I heard you talking just now, I wiped away my tears."

Liu Zian was a little depressed. Although he didn't intend to have anything to do with Fang Xue, it still hurt his self-esteem to be rejected by girls like this.

"It's none of Brother Zian's business," Fang Xue replied in a muffled voice with her head lowered, her voice still a little choked up, "It's just that you can't cry like this at home."

"This is new, your family doesn't even care if the girl is crying or not?" Liu Zian pouted, not believing what Fang Xue said.

At this moment, a man dressed as a servant came from a distance, bowed to the three of them and said: "Three honored guests, the city lord invites the three of you to have dinner."

"Since the Lord City Lord invites you, then we should obey orders rather than be respectful." Mr. Baohe said after a pause.

"The car is waiting outside, you three should go now, or leave later?" the boy asked.

Liu Zian frowned, obviously not wanting to go.

Mr. Baohe thought for a while and said, "Please wait a moment, let's prepare."

"Okay, that kid is waiting for you at the door."

After the man left, Liu Zian asked Mr. Baohe: "Just go to have a meal, what do you want to prepare? Besides, I don't want to have dinner with that city lord at all. Don't forget what he did before."

Thinking of the tragedy of Bai Xuan being burned to death, Liu Zian couldn't help but shudder.

"What did the city lord do?" Fang Xue asked nervously.

"It's nothing." Mr. Baohe smiled at her reassuringly, and said, "Since you are in power, you will inevitably be tougher."

"How can he be so tough! It's clearly out of revenge!" Liu Zian retorted.

Mr. Baohe glared at him.

"Uncle, can we not go?" Although Fang Xue didn't know the city lord they were talking about, but judging from what they said, it seemed that he was not easy to mess with.She was a little scared.

"It's okay, the city lord is not a man-eating monster, so don't be afraid of him. What's more, since he invited us, he thinks highly of us. If he doesn't go, he will be upset." Mr. Baohe comforted him softly, trying to Relieve Fang Xue's uneasiness, "Okay, my face was crying just now. Go back to the house and dress up, after packing up, we will set off."

Fang Xue nodded and went back to the house first.

"Sir, you have never been so gentle to me." Liu Zian said with some taste.

Mr. Baohe gave him a sideways look, and said with a smile, "You are neither a child nor a girl, why are you so gentle? Could it be that you are living longer and getting back?"

Liu Zian blushed for a moment when he was choked by Mr. Baohe's words, and he couldn't speak.

"By the way, you should go back and add some clothes." Mr. Baohe looked at the somewhat gloomy sky and said, "It feels like it will rain tomorrow."

"One autumn rain and one cold, I guess it will only be warmer for a few more days." Liu Zian agreed.

Mr. Baohe sighed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Liu Zian felt that his husband seemed to be sighing more and more recently, and he didn't tell him the reason.At first Liu Zian tried to comfort her, but after a long time, she got used to it.

The three of them arrived at the city lord's mansion, but they didn't see the city lord, only Mr. Xing.After some questioning, I found out that after that incident, the old city lord fell ill. Although he recovered, he didn't have the same spirit as before. He simply passed the position of the city lord to his son and went to the villa by himself I have gone to take care of my life.

"In that case, congratulations to Mr. Xing." Mr. Baohe smiled and bowed his hands to him.

Liu Zian and Fang Xue also said a few words of congratulations.

Mr. Xing waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "There is nothing to congratulate. Friends are gone, freedom is gone..."

"No, didn't you go hunting these two days?" Although he was drunk at the time, Liu Zian still understood some things in a daze.

"It's been more than two years, and I only went out once. And I came back in two days." Mr. Xing said depressedly.

"As a city lord, you will inevitably make some sacrifices... By the way, how is the old city lord doing?" Out of politeness, Mr. Baohe felt that it was necessary for him to greet him.

"It's good. I fell in love with woodcarving a while ago." Mr. Xing swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Sir, do you want to go and see it too? Anyway, it's not far away, just outside the city."

"Outside the city..." Liu Zian murmured, thinking, it couldn't be the house from last time.

"That house...you two have been there before." Mr. Xing understood Liu Zian's expression, smiled awkwardly, and said.

"Old city lord, you are so courageous." Liu Zian didn't know how to evaluate it. Anyway, if it was him, he would never live in a house where someone died, especially if that person was killed by him. .

"Yes." Mr. Xing said dryly, and stopped talking.

Everyone fell into silence for a while.

A few muffled thunders sounded outside the window, and it might rain soon.

"It's not good to disturb the old city lord so abruptly." After a while, Mr. Baohe said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, my father is looking forward to someone to appreciate his collection every day." Mr. Xing looked at Mr. Baohe earnestly, hoping that he would agree.

There are naturally selfish intentions in this, one is to allow Mr. Baohe to stay here for a longer time, so that he can fulfill the friendship of the landlord; the other is because he once witnessed his good friend in that house Being burned alive but powerless, he has a deep fear of that place, but it is impossible to avoid seeing his father all the time. If Mr. Baohe is willing to walk with him, he should be more or less emboldened.

"In that case... let's go and have a look." Mr. Baohe hesitated and whispered.

Mr. Xing was already prepared to be rejected, but he didn't expect Mr. Baohe to agree. He was overjoyed and hurriedly told his subordinates to get ready to visit the old city lord in the villa tomorrow.

Because it was raining heavily and the road was difficult to walk, the three of them were left at the mansion by Mr. Xing for the night.

"Sir, you are sending someone's head away from thousands of miles away! Don't die!" Liu Zian couldn't help complaining as soon as the person sent by Young Master Waiting for Xing left.He really didn't understand Mr. Baohe's intention of doing this.

"How can it be so exaggerated? We have no grievances with him in the past, and we have no grievances in the near future. We just went to visit. What can happen?"

"Uncle, let's not go, okay? I heard that Bai Xianggong had nothing against the old city lord before he was alive. But in the end...you promised me to go to the desert with me." Fang Xue also thought that Mr. Baohe made a mistake decision.

"You guys are too nervous. How could accidents happen in the same place one after another?" Mr. Baohe laughed, feeling that they were a little unfounded. "Besides, we won't be staying soon, just to see the old city lord's collection."

"What's so interesting about a pile of broken wood?" Liu Zian muttered.

"You must know how to appreciate beautiful things when you go out." Mr. Baohe paused, and then said, "It will definitely rain heavily tonight, and the road tomorrow will definitely be difficult. Instead of rushing on the road, it is better to stay here Stay one more day."

Liu Zian was about to refute, but then he thought about it, if Mr. Baohe was forced to hurry, Bao Buqi would get lost to some unknown place.In this case, it would be better to meet the old city lord, at least, they have dealt with each other before.

The author has something to say: We miss the long year with one day

keep retreating

retreat from the past

nothing to bring

retreat from this afternoon

haven't got up yet

was pushed back to the original place in the evening

nowhere to go

Moving forward, maybe there is another way out