White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎I can’t find it◎

In the main rudder of the Xiyutai in the East Emperor City, in the exquisite and luxurious room, the incense mist slowly overflows from the top of the silver and copper incense burner carved with hydrangea in the double lion play. It is the fragrance of Lingling incense mixed with tuberose and Jieyu flower. Qin Xiang, Xue Muhua sat on the armchair and closed his eyes to rest, looking very comfortable.

Suddenly a door opened slightly, and a disciple walked into the room, clasped his hands to Xue Muhua and called out: "Master."

Xue Muhua still closed his eyes and meditated, only opened his lips and said: "Say!"

The disciple immediately reported: "I have sent people to the No. 15 sub-rudder, and the disciple of the sub-rudder said that Hall Master Yang has not returned to the sub-rudder."

Xue Muhua asked: "How is the progress of the other sub-directors?"

The disciple reported truthfully: "Report from each branch. People have been sent to search everywhere, but there is still no whereabouts of Hall Master Yang." Glancing at Xue Muhua, he proposed on his own initiative in order to claim credit: "Why don't you send someone to search for the immortals? temple?"

Because of this suggestion, Xue Muhua immediately opened his eyes, and simply said: "No need, forgive him for not daring to hide there." Then he ordered the disciple: "Go down."

The disciple cupped his hands again, agreed with a 'yes' and retreated, closing the door for him.

Xue Muhua stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and murmured: "I didn't find it anywhere, I must have hid in Yangui Island." He raised the corners of his lips, sneered slightly, and murmured again: "Forget it, anyway, you already You left Xiyutai on your own, from now on you are a traitor to Xiyutai, don't even think about coming back."

At that time, in Yunxiuding, a figure was dodging between the corridors, avoiding specific people, and it was easy to see that it was Fu Zhayue. Just when she felt that she could walk forward safely, a zither sounded, Not like a guqin, nor a guzheng, she put one palm up to listen carefully to her ear, and murmured strangely: "What is this sound? Hmm... I'll go and have a look first, and then sneak out to find Zhu Yunzhan still has a chance!" He followed the sound to search for the source of the sound.

After a long circle, Zhayue came to the vicinity of an octagonal pavilion, slightly surprised and muttered: "What the hell is this sound? How did it travel so far?! I thought it was not too far from where I was just now, but I actually I've been looking for this voice for almost half an hour! Is it here?" Looking back, she saw an octagonal pavilion not far away, and there happened to be a faint figure in the pavilion, so she immediately ran there.

When she ran into the pavilion, the voice stopped abruptly, and she also looked at Yang Qingming, blurting out in surprise, "Uncle Qingming?! You, are you here?"

Yang Qingming saw the burden hanging on her shoulders at a glance, and said with a gentle smile: "Did Miss come here to relax?"

Zhayue was always a little guilty, so she replied half-emptyly, "Yes! I just heard the sound of an instrument, and came here along the way. I didn't expect it to be Uncle Qingming..." His eyes fell on Yang Qingming's hands Erhu: "So it is it!"

Yangqing smiled elegantly and said: "Thanks to my younger brother keeping it for me, I took it and gave it to me. I just happened to be idle today, so I took it out to adjust the tone."

Zhayue suddenly realized: "You mean, you suddenly disappeared for no reason on the day when you worshiped your ancestors and visited the grave. Could it be that...you secretly went to see your brother again?"

Yang Qingming said: "My answer is very clear, and there is no need to answer it. It's time for the lady to answer. Why is the lady carrying a burden to relax in Yunxiuding?"

Zhayue was startled for a moment, and grabbed the burden belt tightly: "I...I..." There was a look of panic in his eyes, which was also noticed by Yang Qingming at the same time.

Yang Qingming said bluntly: "Miss sneaks out to look for that kid every now and then, but if the number of times is too many, she will try to hide it. I am really worried for Miss."

Zhayue begged: "Uncle Qing Ming, just keep it secret for me, and I will bring you delicious zongzi back!"

Yang Qingming made a request: "I only eat meat dumplings."

Zhayue became happy: "You agreed? Then I'm leaving!" He hurriedly ran away.

Watching her disappear in the blink of an eye, Yang Qingming couldn't help muttering: "What should I explain to the Lord? Or should I pretend to ask questions?"

Suddenly a man's voice came: "Since you promised her, why don't you go with her and protect her at any time?"

Yang Qing followed the prestige and saw Fu Xuehen standing outside the pavilion, so he stood up and said strangely: "Young Master wants me to protect Miss? Isn't Young Master afraid of what I will do to Miss?"

Fu Xuehen replied: "She has someone else she likes outside, so the disciples at Yunxiuding and the people at Xiyutai can't find out. Is there anything more important than this?"

Yang Qingming said: "Young Master is very right. There should be no gossip about the marriage that has already been arranged. When I go out to protect the young lady, if the Master calls me, can the Young Master ask the Venerable for me? Lord explain?"

Fu Xuehen generously agreed, "Of course."

Yang Qingming immediately put on the erhu on his back, walked out of the octagonal pavilion quickly, and headed for the direction where Fuzhayue disappeared.

Early in the morning of the Duanyang Festival, Murong Qinxue took Wen Qian and his son-in-law Yang Bin, and went out on a boat with Murong Qinmei, the head of the Murong family, leaving only Yang Xinsu and Wu Yan's mother and son.Yang Xinsu was extremely bored, so she took a kite and went to an open place to release the kite.

Before noon, Wu Yan dragged Yang Qingyuan to the kitchen, Yang Qingyuan asked curiously while being dragged away by him: "What's the matter? You brought me here in a hurry."

Wu Yan didn't answer right away, only pulled Yang Qingyuan into the kitchen, and then said his purpose: "Can you make zongzi? I want to make some for my mother to make up for her body."

Yang Qingyuan replied: "I can only make relatively simple meat dumplings."

Wu Yan turned back and said, "There seem to be several kinds of meat dumplings."

Yang Qingyuan immediately counted out: "Pork pork dumplings, black rice dumplings, chestnut meat dumplings, mung bean meat dumplings, meat floss and salted egg yolk dumplings. Which one do you want?"

Wu Yan wondered: "I don't know, what you said seems to be delicious." He lifted the lid of a big pot, looked inside, and said regretfully: "My family only makes lye rice dumplings with sweet fillings. "

Yang Qingyuan stretched out his arms, took a small rice dumpling from the pot, took off the thin stem, peeled off the big bamboo leaves, took a bite of the rice dumpling, tasted it and replied: "Not bad, the red bean stuffing is quite sweet, and the lye water is delicious." The glutinous rice is also very slippery and elastic!"

Wu Yan urged: "Have you finished eating? Are you ready to start work?"

Yang Qingyuan put the last zongzi into his mouth, threw away the big bamboo leaves that wrapped the zongzi, wiped his mouth and replied: "There are no ready-made ingredients, how do you ask me to teach you by hand?"

Wu Yan began to rummage in the kitchen for a while, uncovered a cover, and when he found something, he pointed to the round dustpan and said happily: "There are some ready-made soft glutinous rice left here! It should be enough!"

Yang Qingyuan only said: "It doesn't work without pork."

Wu Yan continued to rummage, and suddenly said happily: "I found a piece of half-fat and half-lean pork!"

Hearing the sound, Yang Qingyuan looked back and saw that he was holding a piece of raw pork in his hand. He guessed that he probably took it out of the wide-mouthed pottery jar, so he stepped forward to take the raw pork and asked, "Is there any better sauce?" Ingredients?" Wu Yan took out a sauce jar from the cabinet very familiarly, and handed it over, Yang Qingyuan took it and said: "The only thing missing is the zongzi leaves and the rope."

Wu Yan continued to rummage, Yang Qingyuan put the raw pork on the cutting board calmly, began to cut the pork, cut it into thick chunks, put it into a large bowl, and dug out a few tablespoons from the sauce jar Put the delicious sauce into a large bowl and stir the meat.

Wu Yan found some remaining big bamboo leaves and thin ropes, put them in a dustpan, and put them beside Yang Qingyuan.Yang Qingyuan turned around and asked, "Are there any mushrooms? Chestnuts and peanuts are also available."

Wu Yan replied: "Wait a minute." He rummaged through it immediately and found some dried shiitake mushrooms and chestnuts.

While the shiitake mushrooms were soaking, the two sat in the kitchen and peeled the chestnut shells, and assembled a plate of chestnuts.After all the materials were ready, Yang Qingyuan made the first zongzi. Wu Yan understood how to do it after watching it just once. The two made zongzi together. Wu Yan occasionally raised his head to look at Yang Qingyuan. look.

It was almost noon, and Zi Zhuyao had just returned to her dorm, and told the maid who was supporting her carefully: "Get someone to prepare some food for me." Just as the maid was about to agree, a call came from behind: "Mother !" The two turned their heads at the same time, only to see Wu Yan coming forward with a wooden tray.

Wu Yan approached, and said again: "Mother. I made some zongzi for mother to eat."

Zi Zhuyao smiled and said: "Your father asked someone to take some out this morning, there should be some left in the kitchen, why do you need to make new ones yourself?"

Wu Yan replied: "The ones I made are different from theirs. Mother will understand after sitting down and tasting them."

Zi Shiyao didn't care too much, walked into the room slowly, and sat down at the table slowly.Wu Yan untied the zongzi rope for her, carefully peeled off the warm zongzi leaves, and the exposed zongzi were white and fat, still steaming, really appealing to the appetite, Wu Yan held the chopsticks horizontally to her biological mother.

Zi Shiyao took the chopsticks, and gently cut off the zongzi on the plate, revealing the soft glutinous rice layer, round chestnut mushrooms and delicate and smooth pork, picked it up, gently blew off the heat, and put it in her mouth After tasting it, I couldn't help saying happily: "This zongzi is really delicious! It's very flavorful!" Then he took another bite.

Wu Yan happily thought to himself: Mother said it was delicious, and Mother also likes meat dumplings, no wonder Qingyuan hid in the stove and ate them first, and refused to come out.

Zi Zhuyao suddenly asked: "By the way, my son, where did you learn this formula?"

Wu Yan said bluntly: "Actually, Qingyuan taught me."

Zi Zhuyao was slightly curious: "Mr. Qingyuan?"

In the kitchen, Yang Qingyuan ate with gusto. He had already finished eating a dumpling as big as two fists, holding the chopsticks in one hand, and murmured: "Brother, your biggest regret this Dragon Boat Festival is that you can't eat Wuyan." The meat dumplings I made by myself! Wu Yan made them more exquisitely than me, and the heat is well controlled. Brother, you must be very angry, right?" The corners of his lips twitched.

In the afternoon, Wu Yan left his mother's dormitory, and not far away, he saw Yang Qingyuan standing not far in front with one hand behind his back, and said to him, "Are you willing to come out of the kitchen?"

Yang Qingyuan only cared: "What does Mrs. Madam Zhuang think about the taste of meat dumplings?"

Wu Yan replied: "My mother likes it very much, she said it's delicious, and she's finished eating it. From now on, I'll make this kind of zongzi for her." She stepped forward and drew closer to him, and didn't stop until they were one step apart.

Yang Qingyuan stretched out the hand hidden behind his back, it turned out that he was holding two rice dumplings in that hand, and handed it to Wu Yan: "There are two left, don't you want to taste it while it's hot?"

Wu Yan graciously accepted the rice dumplings, untied the rope made of thin stalks, carefully peeled off the big bamboo leaves, and took a bite of the rice dumplings. The smell of meat and glutinous rice permeated the mouth at the same time. The more you chew, the more delicious it becomes. Take another bite, and while eating, he said: "I heard you said that there are pork dumplings, black rice meat dumplings, mung bean meat dumplings, meat floss and salted egg yolk dumplings, you know it? When will you show it?"

Yang Qingyuan answered very easily: "The recipe of meat dumplings is actually the same, but I don't know if I still have this opportunity." The second half of the sentence is inexplicably tainted with a touch of regret.

Wu Yan only said: "What stupid words are you talking about, you are still working in the Murong family."

Yang Qingyuan confessed: "Your heart doesn't belong to me. Sooner or later, I will leave Yangui Island and wander the world, becoming a vagabond."

When Wu Yan heard the words, he just lowered his eyes and ate the rice dumplings quietly, without answering.

Yang Qingyuan looked at Wu Yan and thought to himself: After my brother and I join forces to get rid of Xue Muhua, it won't be too late to come back and fight for Wu Yan!At that time, if I kill my brother, even if Wu Yan hates me, I will not regret it, but if I am unfortunately killed by my brother, on the road to Huangquan, there may only be blessings...

But Wu Yan thought to himself: What is this silly boy thinking?It's okay to say something stupid, it would be great if Hei Hei was here at this time, I should give him a cat's paw.

At that time, in a certain city in Geyun County——

Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng walked slowly on the same street, and suddenly turned their heads to Zhu Yanfeng and said, "I'm tired."

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "Then find a place to rest." Looking up at the sun, he asked: "Are you hungry?"

Huang Yan replied, "I'm a little hungry."

Zhu Yanfeng saw the teahouse diagonally opposite in front of him, and immediately said: "There's a shop over there, go in and see what's delicious?"

Huang Yan glanced over, then nodded, and then entered the tea house with Zhu Yanfeng, walked up to the second floor, looked around, and looked for a seat.Zhu Yanfeng suddenly grabbed his arm and reminded: "I seem to see Yunzhan."

Hearing this, Huang Yan immediately followed Zhu Yanfeng's gaze, and indeed saw a young man sitting in a relatively quiet corner, his figure was exactly like Zhu Yunzhan, so he stepped forward decisively, and before he started asking questions, the young man raised his head first, and then stared blankly Watched him both for a moment.

Huang Yan smiled, and said to Zhu Yanfeng: "It really is Yunzhan, you have really good eyesight!"

Zhu Yunzhan said in surprise: "Master? Mr. Zhu? What a coincidence!"

The two sat down together, and Zhu Yunzhan took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Zhu is finally willing to accompany Master to wander around, looking for clues to solve the case?"

Huang Yan replied: "It's not easy to persuade him to come out, it took a lot of saliva."

Zhu Yanfeng looked out of the observation tower, looked at the scenery not far away, and said: "This location is good."

The waiter brought a pot of tea, a plate of Mushu meat, and a plate of fried squid rolls with coriander on a tray. Zhu Yanfeng immediately turned around and said to the waiter, "Add another pot of tea, and there are a few more delicious things."

The buddy replied: "Okay."

Zhu Yanfeng hurriedly asked Huang Yan: "What do you want to eat?"

After looking at the food list, Huang Yan replied: "The best osmanthus oolong tea, and the best signature dishes in this shop, just order three or four."

Zhu Yanfeng said to the assistant: "That's it."

The clerk immediately went downstairs with the tray.

Zhu Yunzhan poured a cup of tea, but regretfully said: "If I had known that Master would come here, I should have ordered osmanthus oolong tea before..."

Zhu Yanfeng replaced Huang Yan, and replied cheerfully: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if we wait for a while."

The delicacy I ordered was in front of my eyes, Zhu Yunzhan didn't dare to taste it first, and took advantage of this free time to ask: "Master and Mr. Zhu found a clue?"

Zhu Yanfeng shook his head lightly, regretfully said: "I have no clue at all, no matter which noble family is willing to cooperate with us."

Huang Yan continued: "As long as one family is willing to listen to my arrangement, once a homicide occurs, the murderer can be arrested immediately, so that clues can be found, but...!" Can't help but mock: "Read more sage books Not much, a pig's head is still a pig's head."

Zhu Yunzhan replied: "Maybe it's because I feel unlucky, and I'm afraid that my word will become a prophecy? There are not many people in this world who have the courage to give themselves a try."

Zhu Yanfeng only sighed lightly and did not speak.

The clerk came forward with a tray. From the tray, he first picked up a teapot and put it on the table, then picked up two clean empty cups, and put them in front of Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng, followed by four delicacies—— Stir-fried golden beef tripe, chicken in soy sauce, shredded yam and roasted Erdong are placed on the table, and finally two pairs of chopsticks are gently rested on the rabbit-shaped white porcelain chopsticks pillow.

As soon as the clerk left, Zhu Yanfeng immediately filled a cup of freshly brewed osmanthus oolong tea for Huang Yan, and as the heat slowly rose from the cup, it was as if he was in a tea garden full of osmanthus flowers, and the fragrance was pleasing to the nostrils.