Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

Fang Xue didn't know about Painter Bai, seeing the weird expressions on everyone's faces, she thought there was something wrong with the woodcarver, so she secretly sized him up.Looking at it this way, she really found something unusual.

Although the woodcarver was dressed very plainly, even a bit shabby.But there was a rather exquisite and gorgeous sachet hanging around his waist, which looked like a token of love from the girl.Moreover, this sachet looks very familiar... No, this is clearly the one she gave Rui Lang back then!The pattern on it was carefully designed by her. From a certain angle, the names of the two can just be seen!

There was a storm in Fang Xue's heart.This is the first time she has heard about Swiss francs since she went out!However, if this is really the sachet that I gave Swiss Franc, why is it in the hands of this woodcarver?What is the relationship between this woodcarver and the Swiss franc?

At this moment, Fang Xue wished she could grab the woodcarver's shoulder immediately and question him all the doubts in her chest.However, she cannot do so.The long-term life in the deep house has worn away her edges and corners, making her a lady who satisfies everyone.As a lady, she knows how to judge the situation.Now, obviously, is not a good time.

"Axue, are you feeling unwell?" Mr. Baohe asked worriedly seeing Fang Xue's pale face.

Fang Xue shook her head, and at the same time secretly wondered whether she should tell Mr. Baohe about the token of love.If so, how to say...

While Fang Xue was hesitating, Mr. Baohe had already turned his attention back to the relationship between the old city lord and the woodcarver.

"Mr. Bai, I have something to ask you for advice. Why is the woman on this woodcarving so lifelike? Could it be that there is some knack in carving?" The old city lord looked at the woodcarver surnamed Bai for a long time, and asked slowly road.

The woodcarver smiled lightly, tapped his chest with his hand and said: "The things I carve have already been formed in my heart. If a person has no intention, he will die, and woodcarving will have no spirit if he has no intention. The carvers in my school are different from other craftsmen. Not much, the only difference is carving the heart. Carving the heart into the wood, the wood carving has a heart, so it looks lifelike."

The old city lord listened to what he said was mysterious, but he also heard some key points, and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Bai said so, could it be that the woman on the wooden carving is really a real person?"

The woodcarver nodded yes.

Mr. Xing was terrified, could it be that this person is really Bai Xuan's old acquaintance? !No, Bai Xuan only wore women's clothing once in his life, and it was that time... Could it be that this person was also there?

Just as he was about to ask questions, the old city lord raised his left hand and stopped him.

Did the old city lord live longer than Mr. Xing, so he held his breath, and when he heard the woodcarver admitting it, although he was a little surprised in his heart, his face was calm, and he asked with a smile: "Then... can Mr. Bai do it for you?" The old man recommended this person?"

The woodcarver's eyes darkened, and he was silent for a long time before he slowly said: "That is an old man, unfortunately he has passed away for many years, his voice and smile still remain in Bai's heart, this statue commemorates him..."

"Mr. Bai, my condolences and condolences...I don't know why your old friend passed away?" The old city lord continued to ask.

"Fire." The woodcarver said lightly, obviously not wanting to dwell too much on this topic.

Everyone was even more sure that this person and Bai Xuan were old acquaintances, but they didn't know why he carved such a statue for the old city lord... Was it to let the old city lord always remember the crimes he had committed?Or something else?

"Uncle." Fang Xue gently pulled Mr. Baohe's sleeve.

"what happened?"

"This woodcarver has the token I gave to Rui Lang back then..." Fang Xue thought over and over again, but decided to tell Mr. Baohe about the token and ask him to help him figure out a solution.

"The token? Are you sure?" Mr. Baohe asked.In his impression, tokens of love should be carried with him, and if there is no accident, they will not be in the hands of others.

Fang Xue nodded firmly.

"That's it," Mr. Baohe said after a long silence, "wait a minute, I'll find a chance to ask you later."

Although Fang Xue was eager to know the whereabouts of Swiss Franc, she also knew that there was no rush, so she nodded with a wry smile.

"Sir, what are you talking about?" Liu Zian asked curiously seeing the two of them whispering beside him.

"Axue said that the token of love she gave to Prince Wang is in the hands of this woodcarver surnamed Bai." Mr. Baohe said in a low voice.

"Really?! Could it be a mistake?"

"It should be true."

The three of them were discussing about tokens of love, but Mr. Xing was startled into a cold sweat by his father's words.

"Since Mr. Bai's skills are so superb, can I carve another wooden sculpture for this old man? Just according to my appearance. In terms of remuneration, Mr. Bai is free to ask."

"Father! Please think again!" Mr. Xing didn't understand why his father made such a request.This man is weird, and he seems to be inextricably linked with the tragic death of Bai Xuan, who knows what his purpose is when he comes here this time!By doing this, my father is obviously putting himself in danger!

The old city lord stared fixedly at the woodcarver in front of him, turning a deaf ear to Mr. Xing's words.

The woodcarver also looked at the old city lord for a long time, raised a somewhat weird smile, shook his head and said: "No, my school is about a heart word, and people who are not familiar with it can't enter the wood. I and the city lord Your Excellency has only met once, how can you be familiar with two characters? Even if you barely carve it out, it can only be similar in shape but without spirit. Such a woodcarving, Bai, will not be able to do it..."

The old city lord was not annoyed when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai, your scruples are not unreasonable, but it is not without a solution. Don't rush to refuse. That's good. If Mr. Bai doesn't dislike it, then Live in my house for a while. Let's get in touch more, won't we be able to get acquainted with each other?"

Mr. Xing was dumbfounded, he had never seen his father like this.How should I put it, I always feel a little shameless...

How could the woodcarver fail to hear that apart from warm invitation, there was also a hint of coercion in the words of the old city lord - if you can't make woodcarvings, don't even think about going out.However, he was not as good as others, so he could only respond with a wry smile.

Although Mr. Xing wanted to stop him, he saw that his father was enjoying it, so he gave up. He just told the people who served by his father to be more careful, and be careful not to let the woodcarver make any mistakes.

Ever since, the matter was settled.

Seeing that it was getting late, Liu Zian didn't want to spend the night in this gloomy place, so Mr. Baohe and his party left first.

"Mr. Bai," Mr. Baohe stopped the woodcarver before leaving, "may I ask, where did you get this sachet?"

"This one." The woodcarver took off the sachet hanging from his waist and said with a smile, "A friend gave it to me, and asked me to bring this to his sweetheart."

Mr. Baohe nodded, and then asked: "Then, is your friend surnamed Wang?"

"Probably so." Seeing the puzzled expression on Mr. Baohe's face, the woodcarver added, "Actually, I'm not very familiar with him, but at that time he had no one else to trust."

"Then he now..."

Mr. Baohe was stopped by the woodcarver before he could say anything, and he said with a smile: "This is a long story, why don't we talk about it in detail after I'm done here?"

Mr. Baohe thought for a while, nodded and said, "Alright. Then what time do you think is more suitable?"

The woodcarver paused for a moment and replied, "When the fifteenth month is full, we will meet at the Ghost Bridge."

Mr. Baohe said it silently several times in his heart, and after remembering the time and place, he said goodbye to the woodcarver and got on the carriage back to the city.

"Uncle, what did he say?" Upon returning to the residence, Fang Xue couldn't wait to ask Mr. Baohe about the result of his conversation with the woodcarver.

"He said that the sachet did not belong to him, but was entrusted to him by a friend and asked him to pass it on to his sweetheart." Mr. Baohe replied emphatically.

"It must be Rui Lang! It must be him!" Fang Xue was so excited that tears filled her eyes, crying and laughing at times, and she didn't know whether she was happy or unhappy.

"Axue, you need to change your habit of crying all the time." Although Liu Zian can understand Fang Xue's mood, he still feels that the way she expresses her emotions is a little inappropriate. You thought I was teaming up with my husband to bully you."

Fang Xue blushed when she heard this, smiled embarrassedly, and wiped away her tears.

"People say that tenderness is like water. Axue has been thinking about it for so many years, and the water is overflowing." Mr. Baohe joked.

"Uncle, don't make fun of Axue!" After being interrupted by the two, Fang Xue didn't feel like crying, so she asked, "And then? Did that person say where Swiss Franc is now?"

Mr. Baohe shook his head and said, "He said it was a long story, so he made an appointment for another time."

"When?" Liu Zian asked.

"Fifteen is full, at the Ghost Bridge." Mr. Baohe answered while taking out the notebook he carried with him, and recorded the time and place on it.As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, not to mention that he himself doesn't think his memory is very good.

"Ghost Bridge..." As soon as this place was mentioned, Liu Zian recalled that sad incident again.Having said that, he didn't think about going to pay homage to Panax notoginseng when he revisited his old place this time, it really shouldn't be.

"Where is the ghost bridge?" Fang Xue always felt that this place sounded a little creepy.

"The Ghost Bridge was originally a rather majestic covered bridge. Later, due to years of disrepair, it collapsed on a rainy night, and many people died. After that, someone once saw the bridge at night and the bridge at that time. People died in the disaster, so everyone called it the ghost bridge." Mr. Baohe explained.

Fang Xue nodded thoughtfully.

"Speaking of which, the wood carver is really weird, he chose such a place." Liu Zian curled his lips and said, "Both are surnamed Bai, so this wood carver is probably a relative of that painter Bai?"

"It is indeed possible." Mr. Baohe nodded and said, "How else could the face of the wooden carved woman be exactly the same as Bai Xianggong?"

"Ah, the offering in that room, could it be the tablet of Mr. Bai that you are talking about?"

"That's right," Liu Zian yawned, "The painter Bai is Xianggong Bai's father."

"Sleepy? Go to bed quickly." Mr. Baohe said.

"Not sleepy..." After saying that, Liu Zian yawned again.

"I'm yawning all the time and still say I'm not sleepy? Go to bed quickly. We have to stay here for a while, we'll talk about things tomorrow." Mr. Baohe said, getting up to make Liu Zian's bed.

Fang Xue looked at it and giggled.

"What's the matter? You're smiling so happily." Mr. Baohe asked with a smile after he made the bed, stretched himself.

"Brother Zi'an is already this old, and the husband still helps him make the bed?" Fang Xue said with a smile.She always felt that the way these two people got along was weird. They didn't look like masters and apprentices, nor brothers of the same generation, but a bit like husband and wife... Fang Xue didn't know why she had such an illusion, she thought about it, Maybe it's because Mr. Baohe is too virtuous.

"It's just a matter of convenience. Anyway, we usually sleep together." Mr. Baohe replied.Originally, he didn't think it was a big deal, but after Fang Xue mentioned it like this, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Sir, do you want to sleep with me tonight?" Liu Zian asked.

Yesterday, Mr. Xing wanted to have a long talk with Mr. Baohe, so the master and apprentice did not live in the same room.Now Mr. Xing stayed with the old city lord, without outsiders making trouble, Liu Zian still hoped that his husband could move in with him.

"Forget it," Mr. Baohe shook his head, and said, "I can finally be alone in the room, and I don't want to sleep with you anymore."

I don't know why, but Liu Zian always felt that he could hear a trace of disgust from Mr. Baohe's tone... Is Mr. Baohe bored with him?

The author has something to say: 2333~Silly boy, your husband is not tired of you, but shy