The bright moon sits on the ground

The restless youngest daughter of King Zhen'e, finally willingly won the first place in the competition to recruit relatives.

Some people wondered who could tell her to treat her differently.

The storyteller opened the folding fan with a "wow", and the cold wind overflowed. He was so cold that he couldn't help shivering. He quickly closed the fan, took a sip of hot tea obediently, and gently placed the fan on his knees. Knock lightly, hold the tone, and open the throat.

"It's said that the day was dark and cloudy, and the wind was cold. The white-clothed young man named 'White Fox Face' stood on the stage, and waited for a while, but the huge venue was completely silent. No one dared to compete with him on the stage. Whether it’s for the fun or for the chivalrous men who came here on a special trip, they all thought that no one could go through ten moves with his unique sword skills, let alone bite the bullet and lose face.”

When he talked about getting up, he stood up suddenly, and the corner of his robe brushed against the wooden bench, and suddenly jumped onto the table, describing while gesticulating.

"At this moment! A few muffled thunders sounded in the air, and the clouds dispersed, revealing a bright and scorching sun, which made people unable to open their eyes." He followed his figure unblinkingly, "When everyone was relieved,? Then I realized that a man in black appeared in the crowd at some point, carrying a sword box and covering his face with a bamboo hat. , like a dark shadow in the middle of the night, without revealing the mountains or revealing the water, obviously a hidden chivalrous man."

"As soon as he appeared, he walked straight towards the competition ring, and everyone avoided it, as if a jackdaw flew low among the colorful reeds, and the reeds were blown away and bent. Due to my stature, I had to make way."

"The strong usually talk with swords and swords." The storyteller took a step forward, with his legs dangling in the air, and sat down on the edge of the wooden table, raised his hand to bring tea, blowing away the dense mist, and moistened his eyes. Moisturize your throat, and then continue talking.

"So, the white-clothed swordsman and the black-clothed swordsman, with a symbolic greeting and a word 'please', stopped talking nonsense, took off the scabbard and sword box, the wind gradually picked up, and only heard the drums The sound, and then look closely, they are fighting together."

"For a while, the sound repeated, crackling, it was the violence of firewood burning in the flames; pattering, it was the silence when the waterfall splashed down on the moss; babbling, it was the storytelling of an allegro singing opera I became the person in the story." The storyteller said, "I'm ashamed to say that I, an ordinary spectator, only hear the sound, and can't see the moving shadows clearly."

"As the saying goes, laymen watch the fun, and experts watch the doorway. We people just listen to the noise and try to make fun of it."

The storyteller shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, looking like a lazy person waiting to die.

The audience roared with laughter.

There is no need for him to tell the ending. Everyone in Zhen'e City knows that although the two are equally divided, but in the end it was the swordsman in black who landed first, and the swordsman in white came after him. Naturally, he was counted as the swordsman in white win.

The three words "White Fox Noodles" are a name that everyone in Zhen'e City knows.

The two knights deliberately kept their faces hidden, and few people knew their real identities.

However, because the mask of the knight in white fell off at the end, many people still saw his appearance.

That appearance is really impressive, if you have seen it once, you shouldn't forget it, but after so many days, no one insider has revealed his identity, and they all kept silent tacitly. Word.

It was probably suppressed by King Zhen'e. After all, he is the son-in-law who is about to pass the door, so it is understandable to do so.

There was a lot of noise in the lobby, everyone held their own opinions and chatted happily, but no one noticed that the storyteller disappeared at some point.

The oily old man with stooped back, deep eyebrows and wrinkled face, the moment he walked out of the unguarded side door, the expression on his face changed, his flattering smile disappeared, he straightened up, and his fingers were on his jaw. After groping twice, pinching the fine wrinkles with the pulp of fingers, peel off the dough from bottom to top, roll it lightly, and throw it into the fire when passing the back kitchen.

The back kitchen was also empty, and the hard-working cook had gone somewhere, leaving only the burnt pork in the pot.

The young man took out a dark undershirt from a pile of firewood placed randomly, and changed it as he walked. After walking a few steps, as if conjuring, he took out a girdle from a hidden drawer, and walked forward again. He took out his cloth shoes and coat from behind the crack of the door—by now, he had already changed all the tattered clothes from before, tore them into strips, and threw them into the slop sink in the pen.

Shoes are not difficult to deal with, just throw them to a beggar on the street.

He raised his hand, passed his five fingers through his hair, and tied his long hair with a hair tie, revealing a featureless face.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a small depression under his eyebrows. There was a mole there, but he removed it.

When walking out of the backyard, the cook ran over cursingly, shouting "Oops, it must be burnt", and passed the young man, not paying attention to him at all, not even looking in his direction, He just ran to the back kitchen.

The young man didn't look sideways, his eyes were always calm, extremely calm, like a piece of ice that would not melt for years.

The tail of the hair brushed against the brow, he shook his head lightly, put aside the few newborn soft hairs, stayed at the backyard door for a few seconds, and after making sure that there was no one around, he took out the black cloth from his arms, Covering the face, re-melting into the darkness.

It is his most well-known face, and also the darkness he is most familiar with.

At the end of the alley, east street and west street, after going around a few bends and over a few eaves, the young man finally stopped.

"How?" He asked into the depths of the darkness.

The voice in the darkness was the same as his, hoarse and deep, not at all like the high and powerful storyteller before, and he replied respectfully: "Report to the door master, the leader and the right protector have set off now, and it is estimated that they will be able to step in an hour later." Zhen'e Mansion."

The young man—or he should be called Xuanwu, pondered for a moment with his eyes downcast, and said: "Wait and see what happens. Remember not to confront King Zhen'e head-on, the thousands of city guards can't be resolved with just a few words from you and me." of."

After a pause, he said again: "Si, I remember that your bone shrinking skill is the best practiced in Xuanwu Sect."

The Xuanwu Sect disciple who was called "Si" had an ominous premonition in his heart, "The Sect Master means..."

"Pretending to be a maid should be a trivial matter to you." Xuanwu analyzed it calmly with him.

Si suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, and quickly refused: "Master, my bone shrinking skills are not as good as yours, you see, and I'm not feeling well recently, wearing women's clothing is a real thing for me Not quite right."

Xuanwu quickly realized that the key point of his sentence was in the second half of the sentence, and he was not angry. He was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with your health? Is it serious, do you need me to let Lu come over for you?"

"Hey, it's not serious, that is, um, that, I'm Aoi. It's just that the water is coming." Si said vaguely.

For the first time, Xuanwu's mask-like expression had cracks. As if he couldn't believe it, he looked up and down the person in front of him, his gaze stayed on his mirror-like chest for a moment, hesitated, and asked, "Aren't you a man?"

Si said: "I am."

"Then...how could you come to Aoi. Water?"

"The weather has been abnormal recently."

Xuanwu was speechless, and knew that Si would not be willing to pretend to be this maid no matter what, but Zhen'e Mansion has always been heavily guarded, and there is only one young maid who has recently entered the mansion. They have been fooled.

If there is any further delay, the leader and right protector will enter Zhen'e mansion, and it will be difficult to get in at that time.

He no longer refused at this juncture, took the maid's clothes from a hidden corner, called someone to fetch the brazier and bronze mirror, glanced at the maid of the royal palace who was lying on the haystack and fell asleep, and said: Before Si could relax, he only used a few words, like pouring a basin of cold water, extinguishing the sporadic joy that Si had finally raised.

"Since you don't want to enter the mansion this time no matter what, next time you will go to the Suzaku Gate."

Si thought to herself, face is nothing compared to life, so—is it too late to regret it now?

"It's too late."

Zhang Concubine leaned on the soft cushion, pondered: "Father specially turned on the lamp last night to complete today's official business together, in order to return to Zhen'e Mansion in advance, so that I can meet you, the visiting son-in-law, who is rumored to be strong in martial arts." White fox face' knight."

"So, if you want to reach Zhen'e Mansion before him, it will definitely be too late."

Her gaze paused slightly on the Hanshuang knife at Nie Qiu's waist, then she quickly moved away as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "What's more, Uncle An is still in Zhen'e Mansion. It depends on Uncle An's sake to save some face for you, besides, Ruirui and I will also help out, there should be no accidents, so you can relax."

In the carriage, Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu only nodded after listening to Zhang Yu's words.

It is impossible to say that you are not nervous. If something that has been carefully planned for a long time disintegrates overnight, and you want to find such a suitable opportunity later, you don’t know when it will be.So, this time it must be successful.

"May I ask, you two want to enter my Zhen'e mansion, do you want to discuss something with my father?" Zhang Yu asked tentatively.

"It's me who wants to see him." Fang Qisheng sighed, feeling that there was no need to hide it, "Mrs. Concubine also knows that he and I had a bad quarrel because of Chang Jinyu's affairs, and our relationship is very tense. Can we have such a relationship this time?" The opportunity is thanks to the help of Mrs. Concubine."

It wasn't Nie Qiu, it was Fang Qisheng who wanted to see him.

Then we're not here to talk about the relationship between Nie Qiu and Chang Jinyu... Zhang Yu thought to herself, or, these two people don't know at all?

Is it the former, or the latter?

She was really curious.

However, even if it is a big secret, it is time to reveal it.

Zhang Yu smiled softly, put down the round fan in her hand, raised the curtain, and looked out of the carriage.

The sky outside the window was gray, dark and gloomy, with no light, and it was bad weather.