Strange events in the imperial capital

Chu Han found out that the wounded number lived in a military hospital in the suburbs of Beijing, so he went there with a fruit basket.

He really found Comrade Lao Qi in the ward.The man had a fractured and dislocated kneecap, had undergone surgery, and was lying on the bed with his legs hanging. He also had the expression of being trained by doctors and nurses thousands of times to resist and couldn't bear the pain.I heard that this person had a partial amnesia, and he didn't remember what happened when he was sucked into the crack of the wall, but he remembered the previous personnel affairs, so he was very happy to see Mr. Chu, and the two chatted for a while.

Chu Han heard Lao Qi speak this time, and this man's speech was quite pleasant, completely unworthy of the tough and masculine temperament on the surface, and his voice was restrained and gentle.

While chatting, the door of the ward opened, heh, another tall man wandered in wearing a hospital gown, wasn't he just that little man!

Mo Ziba was wearing a tight black vest with camouflage pants and boots underneath his fat hospital gown, and his head was still wrapped in gauze. It seemed that he did not follow the doctor's orders, and ran out of the hospital door privately, carrying it back in his hand. A big bag of fruit.

Mo Ziba saw the beautiful and delicate fruit basket sprayed with perfume carried by Young Master Chu at a glance, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes narrowed: "Hey——who——"

"Someone is peeling fruit? Luckily, I bought a knife specially." Mo Ziba flicked the blade, and a slender knife seemed to fly in the palm of his hand, and he played with it skillfully.

Chu Han was very polite to everyone outside, and said hello to Lao Ba: "Shall I cut a piece for you too?"

Mo Ziba sat down on the chair, put one foot on the footboard of the bed: "Oh, don't dare, no need."

This man looked at Young Master Chu with a less friendly and friendly look. He was thinking how useless your surname is Chu. You almost killed my brother. Is it going to work? Is it going to go home and cook and have a baby? Come out and hang out.

Of course, Mo Ziba may not know that there was such a critical moment when the lives of the three people in the wall were hanging on Chu Han alone.

Chu Han peeled out a juicy big apple and handed it to Qi on the bed, still smiling.As soon as Mo Ziba raised his eyes, he saw that big apple slapping his face with wet skin!How can there be any apples? The surnamed Chu is so bad!

This person reacted quickly, the slender blade fluttered up and down in the air, and cut towards the flying "hidden weapon", making the blade cut the air so fast.

Chu Han didn't use a knife, but directly stretched out his left hand, and slashed at the eight-sided door with three fingers. His hand broke through the waves of flying blades, and when he came out again, he held a long bunch of intact apple peels and drew a line. The arc was thrown into the trash can in the corner.

"I...fuck..." Mo Ziba murmured, eyes widening.He knew that Chu Han could directly smear something on his face with a palm just now, to make him look good.

"What's the matter, don't be ashamed." Poker Face Seven stretched out his uncast foot, cursed softly and kicked Lao Ba.

The kick was not harsh, but also a little pampering.

Chu Han quickly got up to say goodbye, turned his head and waved, and left.

Seeing that it's fucking superfluous again.

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Besides, the No. 3 small courtyard was completely closed after this time, and the publishing house moved.The courtyard wall of that small building is tightly closed, and the inside has actually half collapsed, and the "passage" is blocked, and the secrets and rumors of the 400-year-old Daxiangfeng Hutong have been locked inside forever.

He, Third Master Luo, was safe and sound, basically uninjured.Chu Han couldn't go to Luo Zhan's house too often to ask about his health. He was not injured at first, and he was afraid that if he went too frequently, he would make Officer Cheng worry.

He has been raised at home for a long time, not hurt, but tired.His body is not that good, he is easily fatigued, and it becomes more and more difficult to recover his physical and mental strength every time, his hair seems to be fading before it turns white.In particular, at the bottom of the lake in Prince Gong's Mansion, the little dragon that was accidentally discovered triggered a certain memory of him, which troubled him.

One night, a text message came over: [Little baby, how are you lately?Good or not? ] Chu Han quickly replied: [Old baby, I'm fine. 】

The text message came back again: [Am I old!Can you respect me? 】

Chu Han laughed, and hurriedly said: [You are not old, you are very handsome.Still in Qingdao? 】The people over there said: 【Yes, I am tired, I will take care of myself and return to Beijing after a while. 】Chu Han thoughtfully replied: 【Relax steadily, love as much as you can, don't come back in a hurry.Say hello to your husband. 】Daxiangfeng Hutong is gradually returning to the peace and tranquility of the past.In winter, every household turns on the heater, and the courtyard is warm.

One night, Chu Han rested in the private room of Luo Mansion.The third uncle went out to discuss business and was not at home, so he was alone, drinking a sip of osmanthus tea and tasting two dishes of Luofu side dishes.

It was drizzling outside, and suddenly it rained.The rain was getting longer and longer, and through the screen window, I heard someone shouting outside, "The ghost shadow is coming! That old lady without feet... the shadow!..."

How could there be ghosts in this alley?Chu Han put down his chopsticks, and picked up a copper pot that his third grandfather used to order sesame oil for tea soup.The pot is not big but the spout is so long that it can knock people.He jumped out of the courtyard door in a few steps.

The figures in the alley flashed by, and the shadow of the old locust tree shook on the back wall of the palace.

The rain suddenly became heavy at this time, as if a basin of water was poured from the sky with a splash.Because of the cold weather, the rain was mixed with ice slag, which hurt people's foreheads, like stabbing people's hearts... Chu Han waded through the water, staring at the back of the man 20 meters away, and followed without saying a word.

In front is Yuzuikou, the narrowest part of Daxiangfeng Hutong. It is a long and narrow aisle that can only accommodate one person.It is said that in the ancient town of Tongli, Jiangsu, there is also a similar alley called "Chuanxin Alley".The so-called time flies, life is like a dream, a lane passes through the heart, people grow old and never grow old...

That back figure became more and more familiar, thin body, shoulders slashed, walking like floating in the water, walking gracefully and very fast.

The ghost seemed to have no feet.

The alley between the walls in front of him seemed to be piercing through his heart at that moment, making him suddenly confused, the encounter between ancient and modern, as if it had been a lifetime...

Chu Han was carrying a long-mouthed copper pot and galloping in the heavy rain. His appearance must have been ridiculous at the time.Unable to care, he grabbed the man's elbow from behind.The person's body seemed to be very slippery, his skin was cold and wet, and he missed it all at once.

"Wait, don't run anymore, okay?"

Chu Han stopped in a low voice.

The man's arm slipped from his palm like a live fish, and he turned his head, dripping water all over his body and letting his hair float away in the rain, revealing a pair of slender eyebrows and eyes with a narrow expression.

Chu Han sighed, "When I saw it was raining, I knew it was you.

"Little Chitose..."

The Third Master Fang looked around vigilantly, and deliberately dragged the person a few steps deeper into the narrow alley, both of them were hidden under the black shadow.Fang San'er then grabbed Chu Han's wrist and asked in a low voice, "Did you come to find me a few days ago?"

Chu Han's heart suddenly felt hot at that time, he nodded, and took a closer look. Under Fang Xiaoqian's wet hair, from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, there were three traces of fingers that had been scratched obliquely.

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[The third chapter.underground palace]