Canghuan Seven Palaces

After a pause, she turned her head slightly, Feng Lan said to the people in the car: "Master, there seems to be someone fighting in front."

In the air, the earthy smell was mixed with the faint smell of blood.

The autumn rain is so dense that we can't see the situation ahead.

"Stop!" came a deep voice, Feng Lan grabbed the reins and stopped the carriage by the side of the road, and then heard the people inside say: "Come in and shelter from the rain."

"Yes."

As she said, she lifted the curtain of the car, and Feng Lan took off her bamboo hat and sat by the car door, watching ahead vigilantly.

Si Cangqing put down the scroll in his hand, lifted the curtain of the car, observed it, and then sat back down again.For more than three years, they occasionally encountered martial arts fights, most of the time, they all took a detour, or waited for the end of the fight before continuing their journey.

It is Si Cangqing's principle that he will never care about or provoke people who have nothing to do with him.

"It's noon, master, use some dry food!"

Here, Feng Lan had already unpacked the bag, took out the dry food prepared yesterday, took out the water bag, handed it to Si Cangqing, and then ate the dry food herself.Although Si Cangqing was silent and indifferent, he never restrained his servants too much, as long as they each did their duty.

"How long until Qingyang?" Si Cangqing asked.

"It will take about an hour." Feng Lan replied.

"I'll stay overnight in Qingyang tonight." Si Cangqing said again. After passing Qingyang City, there are not many cities to rest in. Most of them are rural towns, close to the border between the two countries, and stretching for hundreds of miles to the southwest of the Tian Shan Mountains.

"Yes, master."

Outside the car, the looming sounds of fighting seemed to have stopped, but the rain was also getting heavier.

A little raindrops blew into the car window with the autumn wind. Si Cangqing approached the window and watched the intertwined rain curtain silently. After a long time, he heard Feng Lan's movement by the door and stopped him softly, "Let's go on our way when the rain is lighter! "

As long as you reach Qingyang before dark, there is no need to worry.

Inside the car, the two of them were in the usual silence.

"Master, it's cold in autumn." Feng Lan couldn't help reminding Si Cangqing that the rain had penetrated the curtained car window and gradually wet Si Cangqing's cheeks, and her slightly wet bangs were messy stick it on the forehead.

Hearing this, Si Cangqing didn't look at the other party, but slightly turned his body away.Seeing Si Cangqing's movements, Feng Lan moved her position, sat half a foot away from Si Cangqing, and gently pulled down the curtains to cover them tightly.Then he opened the bag, took out a clean towel, and handed it to Si Cangqing.

Si Cangqing took the towel silently, wiped the rainwater off his face briefly, then threw the towel to Feng Lan, and returned his eyes to the scroll in his hand.

The interaction between the two was quiet and tacit.

In three years, both Si Cangqing and Feng Lan have completely adapted to each other's existence.Although there were very few conversations, a tacit understanding gradually formed without knowing it.

For Feng Lan, Si Cangqing was extremely satisfied with this personal entourage, his ability and temperament far exceeded his expectations.

Feng Lan always arranges Si Cangqing's daily life and itinerary plan quietly and steadily, and Si Cangqing also enjoys the other party's service in silence, no longer rejecting the other party's existence as in the beginning, except for personal affairs, because he By nature, she doesn't like being close to others, and others have completely accepted Feng Lan's services.

After tidying up her luggage, Feng Lan sat down quietly, with her hand on the saber at her waist, her body kept alert, and he didn't forget that someone was fighting outside the car.

Suddenly, a strong wind hit.

Feng Lan quickly took the sword and flew out.

Si Cangqing was still leaning against the wall of the car, reading the book, unaffected by it.

Unexpectedly, the two people outside the car did not fight. Feng Lan stood upright in the rain, with the sword in her hand resting firmly on the shoulder of the person opposite.

"Ah, hero, spare me!" The man had an exaggerated expression. Although he shouted for help, he smiled and said, "I just want to find a place to shelter from the rain. I saw your carriage parked here. I want to borrow convenience."

Feng Lan stared at the other party coldly, not caring whether the man's words were true or false, she just said lightly: "This is not a place for you to shelter from the rain, please leave."

"Young master's words are different," the man said with a smile, "the so-called meeting is fate. You and I met twice in different places in a few days, which is even more fate."

But seeing the man smile more and more complacently, and raised his voice, "Young master inside, what do you think?"

What answered him was the sound of rain.

It turned out that this person was the young man that Ye Si Cangqing and Feng Lan passed by. At this time, he was drenched and somewhat embarrassed. The most important thing was that he had a strong smell of blood on his body. Fighting has nothing to do with him.

Feng Lan frowned slightly, and before she could take the next step, she heard Si Cangqing's voice, "Lan, since the rain is light, let's hurry, don't miss the hour."

"Yes, master." Feng Lan withdrew her sword, turned over and sat on the front of the car, and waved her whip.

The action is clean and done in one go.

"Young Master..." The young man opened his mouth again, raised his feet and was about to step forward, but was hit by something head-on, so he jumped back, and saw the red-maned horse whimpering, the carriage drove away quickly, and disappeared from sight for a moment.

Standing in astonishment for a long time, the young man slowly showed a playful smile on his face, bent over to pick up the coir raincoat thrown by Feng Lan, and whispered softly: "Really, a pair of interesting master and servant..."

So indifferent!

There was a strange brilliance in the young man's beautiful eyes, and he sighed softly again: "It's all right now, I have to go out in the rain. I hope that iron rooster can stay overnight..."

Whispering voices, disappearing in the rain.

◇Cang ◇ Huan ◇ Seven ◇ Palace ◇

"Second master, do you want to be a top student or stay?"

In the inn, Xiaoer greeted his boss, Cangqing, with a warm smile.

"Two upper rooms." Feng Lan asked in a low voice.

"Okay," Xiaoer led the way, and asked again, "Will you two have dinner in your room or in the lobby?"

Feng Lan looked at Si Cangqing, who said casually, "Just in the lobby!"

Outside the window, it was dark.

Si Cangqing and Feng Lan sat on the second floor by the window, having dinner quietly.

On cloudy and rainy days, the business here is not good, and the entire second floor is almost deserted.

After washing the cups with tea, Feng Lan poured another cup of tea and put it in front of Si Cangqing.

"You two, we are really destined!" At this moment, a smiling and abrupt voice suddenly came, and a figure quickly sat down at the table before Feng Lan could stop him, and shouted: "Spicy roast beef!" , is really my favorite!"

The person who came was the boy we met earlier, and he was smiling, staring at Si Cangqing who was drinking tea indifferently with enthusiasm and interest.

Glancing at Si Cangqing who was indifferent, Feng Lan turned her head and said to the young man, "I'm afraid you are sitting in the wrong place, sir?"

"How come?" The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's just a rubbing of shoulders to meet once, fate is two times, and old friends are three times!"

With a hearty smile, the boy raised his voice and shouted, "Shopkeeper, add some bowls and chopsticks!"

Feng Lan was dumbfounded, she had never seen such a rascal, and she didn't know what to do for a while.Si Cangqing didn't look at the young man, but lifted the cup leisurely, took a sip of the tea, looked up at Feng Lan who was stunned, and said, "After eating, let's go to rest!"

Surprised, Feng Lan quickly picked up her rice bowl and ate by herself—since the master doesn't care, he doesn't need to care.As for the rogue personnel, just ignore it!

The smile on the boy's face couldn't be held back, he stared at the master and servant who were eating happily.

"Hey, Mr. Pan, why did you come to Qingyang?"

I saw a young man in green clothes coming to Si Cangqing's table with ease, his ordinary facial features were filled with a gentle smile like a spring breeze, which made people feel more comfortable when they saw it.

The young man, it was Mr. Pan, turned his head, saw the other party, and grinned big, "Young master Qiu, it's true that we never meet again in life! I heard that you came to Qingyang, so it's true."

"Heh," the young man pursed his lips and chuckled, looked him up and down, and said, "It's just why Mr. Pan is soaked through?"

"Speaking of which," the young man looked annoyed, "I met a robber on the road, not only got wet, but also lost some money, so I can only come to seek refuge with you, my young master!"

Even though he didn't believe the other party's words, Qiu Shaodong didn't expose it, but just took out a silver abacus from his waist, and flicked it.

Mr. Pan's smile was suppressed, and his words were displeased, "I said, Mr. Qiu, you really carry an abacus with you! Before I even opened my mouth, you started to calculate!"

"Heh," Master Qiu said calmly, with a calm expression on his face, "Small business, you should be cautious. On the eighth day of October last year, Mr. Pan credited me with 800 taels of silver for Shuang Leng Lou. I paid 1000 taels and returned I owe eight hundred, plus interest, and now it is 950 four taels! Today, Mr. Pan must also have to stay, and if he wants to borrow some money..."

The young man's face became more and more serious, and finally he couldn't help but attack, "Master Qiu, are you born a robber? How do you calculate these things?"

"The Qiu family also lends usury, so it is calculated according to the interest of the usury." Qiu Shaodong's family explained gently.

"You..." The young man pointed at the other party with trembling fingers, and sighed in grief and indignation, "What kind of world is this!"

"Mr. Pan, don't be angry. It's a big deal. I'll give you a cheaper dinner today!" Qiu Shaodong's family looked at Si Cangqing and Si Cangqing, who had always regarded him as nothing, with a smile, and asked, "These two young masters, are you Pan?" Son, your friend?"

Hearing the question, Mr. Pan was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered the two people on the forgotten side. He put on a smile again, turned his head to Sicangqing and said, "I almost forgot, I don't know what to call the young master? The son's surname is Pan