Bai Yueguang's substitute only wants salted fish

Qi Wenyao wanted to send one off to the second brother of the Qi family, mainly out of selfishness - it was too uncomfortable to stay by Fu Yichen's side every day.He had to find an opportunity to go out for a while and change his mood before he could continue to face that moody and perverted male protagonist.

"Brother, you are too capable." The second brother of the Qi family was afraid that he would repent, so he flattered him all the way.

"Oh." Qi Wenyao responded perfunctorily, looking at the shop opposite the inn.

"Don't send it away, go back and serve the prince well."

Qi Wenyao didn't like to hear this sentence very much, so he cast a displeased look.

"You should also take care of yourself." The second elder brother of the Qi family thought that he hadn't said enough blessings, and said one sentence after another, as if he really cared about him all the time, "Second brother has been thinking of you all the time, I am so happy to meet you today. If Dad is alive, seeing you live so well..."

"You go."

Qi Wenyao had only one feeling about the man who wanted to sell his original body: Fortunately, that scumbag had a different name from his father.He didn't want to hear anything about the original father, so he decisively sent the second brother of the Qi family away.

The second brother of the Qi family nodded, "Brother, take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, the second elder brother of the Qi family happily got into the car.

Fu Yichen said "send it well", and the guards did not use the rude way of tying it up and putting it on the horse, but took a carriage to send it off.The carriage is not the style that Fu Yichen rides in, it is a simple flatbed cart with a wooden frame and wheels.It's so shabby, in the eyes of the second brother of the Qi family who does everything by himself, he is already pretty good, so he happily sat on it.

Qi Wenyao waved goodbye, looking at the direction where the second elder brother of the Qi family was going, but he looked closely at the street where the carriage was walking.

The streets are narrow and deserted, only guards protecting Fu Yichen and two or three yamen servants sent by the county government.The small place has never welcomed such a big person, the county magistrate was afraid of making a mess, so he drove all the people to other places, leaving a clean street for Fu Yichen to rest.

Qi Wenyao hated crowds the most before traveling, but now he yearns for the noisy streets.It's much more interesting to look at the life of common people than to look at Fu Yichen's face every day. Besides, he can't stay by Fu Yichen's side forever, so he must understand the customs of the people.

"Reluctant?" A question came from behind.

Qi Wenyao didn't have to look back, he knew it was the lingering Fu Yichen, "No."

If he said he was reluctant, Fu Yichen would probably tell him to send him all the way to Qijia Village.

Fu Yichen walked to his side, "Still thinking about your father?"

"No." Qi Wenyao told the truth.It's useless to think about it, so why bother.

Fu Yichen took a few steps in the opposite direction, "Let's relax."

Shouldn't that be another place to look?Qi Wenyao's eyes lit up, and he followed Fu Yichen obediently.

He thought so beautifully, how could an identity like King Jing bring ordinary people close?As soon as Fu Yichen moved, a large number of guards followed, leading the way. There were two groups of closely guarded guards next to him. The county magistrate followed behind at some point. When he heard Fu Yichen coughing, he thought it was him calling him, so he rushed forward .

It's great to be rich and powerful, to walk out of the feeling of being swept away by thousands of troops alone.

Qi Wenyao watched the pedestrians in the distance being forced to leave, and sighed softly.

"Tired?" Fu Yichen stopped.

"My lord, the lower officials have prepared the sedan chair." The county magistrate appeared and beckoned the bearers to hurry up.

Fu Yichen ignored it and fixedly looked at Qi Wenyao.

"No." Qi Wenyao looked at Fu Yichen as if he was in a good mood, and asked with a smile, "Can I visit the market?"

"The heavy rain washed away."

"Really?" Qi Wenyao looked at the county magistrate in surprise.

The county magistrate loves to flatter, and of course he will not let go of Qi Wenyao who is with King Jing at this moment, "Returning to my son, the heavy rain the day before yesterday knocked down several trees. Some houses are not strong, and it is easy to drop a brick from time to time." It hurts people. It’s too messy, so the market won’t open.”

"Oh." Qi Wenyao was disappointed, "Is everyone staying at home?"

The magistrate nodded.

Qi Wenyao pursed his lips, lowered his head and kicked the stones on the ground, expressing his dissatisfaction that he wanted to see but had nowhere to look.

Fu Yichen said, "Where is the sound of chanting?"

"Is there?" Qi Wenyao also tried to listen, and unknowingly approached Fu Yichen.

Fu Yichen reached out and helped him change the direction, "Over there."

Qi Wenyao still didn't hear it.

"Oh, there is a small temple over there." The county magistrate didn't listen, but he was familiar with the town and guessed the source of the sound from the direction. Burning incense and praying."

Qi Wenyao became interested again, "Is it very lively?"

Fu Yichen asked him, "Want to see it?"

"Ok!"

The county magistrate, who has always been obedient, showed a embarrassed look.

"Wei Quan, just keep a few guards." Fu Yichen knew that his appearance would cause chaos, so he asked most of the guards to go back and told the county magistrate, "There is no need to mobilize the crowd."

The county magistrate smiled, "The prince is sympathetic to the common people, really..."

Fu Yichen got tired of hearing too many compliments, "Okay, lead the way."

Qi Wenyao was equally happy.

But, can Fu Yichen let go of his hand and go his separate ways at a distance?

The small temple is not far away, just a short walk away.The voice of the chanting was not loud. Fu Yichen was a martial arts practitioner with sharp ears and eyes. He listened to it all at once, and took Qi Wenyao to see this barely a bustling place.

Qi Wenyao changed his shell and place, he still kept the habit of not talking nonsense and walking around in the temple, thinking that no matter how low-key Fu Yichen went, wherever he went would still disturb the pious praying people, so he chose the place with the fewest people .

The place with the fewest people is the wishing tree.

Qi Wenyao was keen on traveling when he was in college, and he has seen more than a dozen wishing trees.Whether it's a big place or a small place, the red talismans hanging full of trees are very beautiful and sway with the wind.He doesn't know how to take pictures every time, but stands below and takes notes with his eyes. Gradually, he can't tell where is where.

Just like now, when he looked at this tree, he felt familiar, but he couldn't tell where it was similar to—South Taiping Road?Tin Hau Temple?Xiangshan?

If the place and age are also similar, it would be great if he could go home.

Qi Wenyao felt a little disappointed, and looked at the wishing tree without saying a word.

Fu Yichen kept staring at him, and suddenly said, "Want to make a wish?"

"I don't know what to write."

"Write what you want to eat."

"..." The corner of Qi Wenyao's mouth twitched, and he looked at Fu Yichen who loved to tease him, "I don't need to trouble the gods for such a small wish. But you, why don't you ask God to send Xiao'er back?"

Fu Yichen frowned, "No need, Xiao'er will come back."

"Yes, I was wrong." Qi Wenyao didn't dare to offend the love brain who was obsessed with the white moonlight, and fixed his eyes on the nearest red talisman.

Fu Yichen didn't intend to stand stupidly with him, so he stepped aside.Fortunately, Fu Yichen didn't intend to go far. When he got to the higher side of the wishing tree and looked at the scenery, he didn't seem to care whether he kept up.

Qi Wenyao didn't bother to make trouble, and circled around the wishing tree.

He turned to the back and saw an old man squatting on the ground.The old man took a basket of signboards and red charms, prepared pens and ink, and struggled to write with trembling hands. There was a small pile of scrapped finished products beside him, some were so ugly that they could not be recognized, and some were directly stained black with ink. Can't use it.

Qi Wenyao looked at Yu Xin and couldn't bear it, "Master, let me write for you."

He learned calligraphy and Chinese painting when he was a child, but after a period of neglect, he took part in the work to complete the Chinese style project, but picked it up, writing and drawing to find inspiration.Writing brush characters is not beautiful, and writing traditional characters may get stuck, but it should be no problem to write the auspicious words that are often seen on red envelopes and Spring Festival couplets.

"Okay, okay, thank you little brother..." The uncle nodded and handed him the pen and paper.

"You're welcome, what do you want to write?"

The uncle's voice suddenly became clear, "Liuyu Village is a trap."

Qi Wenyao recognized Zhai Yichen's voice and was stunned, "It's you."

Di Yichen still remembered that he was going to act, so he told the surrounding guards in an old and trembling voice, "May...May my son..."

Qi Wenyao also accompanied him in acting, writing slowly.

Di Yichen lowered his voice, and continued, "I didn't leave the note, it was a trap for the prince to kill King Jing."

"Just leave a real note." Qi Wenyao didn't want to be a microphone, so he helped point out the direction where Fu Yichen was. "Or just shout and talk face to face?"

Di Yichen had no choice but to say, "He doesn't believe it. He left a note last time with a different handwriting. He has no doubts, and he still has to go to Liuyu Village."

Qi Wenyao remembered, "The one in Qijia Village? The one that says goodbye?"

"Correct."

Qi Wenyao couldn't understand, "Why don't you write about the business, and write a good-bye without beginning or end."

"Wrote the business. They only found this one."

"Oh." Qi Wenyao nodded, "The subordinates are too stupid to find out."

"Goodbye is for you."

"..." Qi Wenyao rolled his eyes, "Thank you. But I really can't help. Fu Yichen wants to find Xiao'er, so he won't listen to me."

But Di Yichen said, "Yes."

"But……"

"No, no illness, no worries." Zhai Yichen noticed guards patrolling nearby. , and cut to the voice of the old man again, "Wait, wait... I will think about it again."

Qi Wenyao had had enough, and returned the pen and paper to Zhai Yichen, "Sorry, I can't write."

Di Yichen used his identity as an old man to hold him back, "Young man."

Qi Wenyao had already taken two steps, and called out, "Yichen?"

He didn't call for anyone last time, which made Zhai Yichen come looking for him frequently.It's not a good thing to offend Zhai Yichen, he can't let it go like this, he has to show a little bit of an attitude to scare people.

Zhai Yichen stopped talking and buried himself in tidying up the messy basket.

Qi Wenyao spoke to warn.He yelled in a low voice, and he was facing in the wrong direction.

Fu Yichen did not know how to hear it, and appeared beside him in the blink of an eye, "Huh?"

"..." Qi Wenyao was taken aback, and quietly looked at the place where Zhai Yichen was just now.

Not to mention Zhai Yichen, even the pile of waste paper left beside him disappeared.

Qi Wenyao was frightened the first time, but he got used to it the second time—maybe everyone here will flash.

"What's there?" Fu Yichen followed his gaze and faintly sensed something was wrong.

"Bug, let me catch it for you to see?"

Fu Yichen gave him a disgusted look, "Go back!"

Going back this time, Fu Yichen stayed far away from him, not to mention cuddling and even walking side by side, guessing that he really caught bugs secretly.

Qi Wenyao didn't want to wade into the muddy water, but he would be in danger if he was so close to the assassination target Fu Yichen. After thinking about it, he asked while eating, "When are we going to leave?"

"tomorrow."

"The water receded? Can the road go?"

Fu Yichen said blankly, "Swim over."

The corner of Qi Wenyao's mouth twitched.

Fu Yichen wanted to find Xiao'er so much, he believed it when he saw the unknown note, and he refused to slow down even in heavy wind and rain. Now he has reached the crazy point where he has to swim across when there is no way.

"Fake." Fu Yichen said again, "I remember you can't swim."

Qi Wenyao feels that life is really impermanent.

For a person like him who has played in the school swimming team for half a year and won a runner-up in the city competition by the way, there was a day when he was told that he couldn't swim.

Fu Yichen saw his doubts in his eyes, and brought him another dish.

Qi Wenyao had the illusion of being cared about, and came up with a bold idea:

Maybe he can really persuade Fu Yichen not to go to Liuyu Village.

The author has something to say: Qi Xiaoshou: Hey, he seems to be nice to me.

Fu Xiaogong: It's not like.