The bright moon sits on the ground

Near noon.

When Nie Qiu returned to the Wangshan Inn, he happened to meet the servants of the Jia family in the lobby.

When the servant who sent the message saw him, he immediately showed a look of relief.

"Master Nie, let me bring a message." He said, "The Patriarch wants to invite the two of you to Jia's house."

The "two people" he mentioned naturally referred to Nie Qiu and Xiao Xueyang who visited Jia's family together last time.

After careful questioning, Nie Qiu found out that this servant didn't see him. He wanted to find Xiao Xueyang at first, but Xiao Xueyang left early in the morning.In order to invite them in person, he had to wait here all morning.

guest?

Of course Jia Lingchang would not do useless things.

He wanted to invite himself and Xiao Xueyang to Jia's house, maybe he had some crooked idea.

Nie Qiu first went back to discuss with Fang Qisheng. The two of them matched the clues at hand, and they fit together perfectly.

The wife of the second young master of the Jia family was poisoned by the narrow-minded Ji Wanghe.

And Zhou Ru, the Zuo protector who came to the imperial city this time, was a guest at Jia's house, and reached a deal with Jia Lingchang, and let them handle the poisoning themselves.

It's easy to say, but Ji Wanghe's poison is so easy to cure.

When Fang Qisheng dragged his sick body and first came to the imperial city, he also looked like he had sought medical treatment without success.

Jia Lingchang had no choice but to invite them back again.

The goal is not on Nie Qiu, but on Xiao Xueyang, the daughter of the genius doctor.

After trying to understand what Jia Lingchang was thinking, Nie Qiu decided to agree first.

The set time is evening, which is about the same time as the last time I went to Jia's house. I can also have dinner there on the way.

After the servant left, Nie Qiu returned to the room.

He helped Fang Qisheng up, took off the gauze on his body and looked at the wound.

With the prescription prescribed by Xiao Wuyin, the wounds on his body have healed up after drinking medicine and soaking in medicinal baths these past few days, even the severely injured areas have scabbed over.

Fang Qisheng had nothing to do in the inn, either sleeping or chatting with Nie Qiu and others, which was very boring.

After recuperating for three or four days, he was paralyzed in bed for three or four days, and all the bones in his body were almost brittle.

If he goes on like this, he will soon become a useless person who eats and sleeps.

The Demon Cult leader felt a little melancholy.

Yesterday, Xiao Xueyang said that Fang Qisheng's illness did not appear on the skin, the main reason is that he needs to take care of it slowly, he can still do things like get out of bed and go out, as long as his body is not so painful, he can walk around and exercise his muscles and bones.

"I think you can try to go for a walk." Nie Qiu thought for a moment and said.

Fang Qisheng readily agreed.

After finalizing, they were ready to go out to find Xiao Xueyang.

Fang Qi lived in his room all day long, so he only wore a thin unlined garment.

The first thing to do is to find him a decent dress to put on.

Nie Qiu rummaged through the cabinet, and unexpectedly found that Fang Qisheng still had crimson clothes.

He unfolded the clothes and took a look: the base was made of crimson red cloth, like the dark color of charcoal when it was about to burn out, with golden dark patterns rolled on it, embroidered in the pattern of river plants and trees, and the girdle was also light gold.

How to put it, it looks like Huang Sheng is wearing the same style, and the texture of the material is similar.

However, the one Huang Sheng often wears is bright red, wanton and flamboyant, while Fang Qisheng's is darker in color.

"This is?" he asked.

Fang Qisheng had been sitting by the bed watching Nie Qiu, and naturally found that he had pulled out the clothes that had been pressed at the bottom, and couldn't help coughing twice, feeling that the crimson red color was very eye-catching, "At the beginning, my master specially made it I found someone to order it for me and Huang Sheng, and they all use the same kind of material, so the colors are different."

Nie Qiu didn't even see Fang Qisheng passing through.

He guessed that Fang Qisheng didn't want to wear the same style as Huang Sheng, so he avoided it on purpose.

Nie Qiu picked up the dress and took a closer look. The workmanship was really good and the fabric was soft, so it must have been chosen with care.If you don't wear it just because of this simple reason, it really took a lot of painstaking efforts from Master.

"How about you wear it through?" He suggested.

Fang Qisheng was about to refuse righteously, but remembered that the person in front of him was going to dress himself, and the refusal probably wouldn't be of much use, so he swallowed the words and looked at the white clothes on Nie Qiu's body. idea.

"Okay," he easily let go, and then made his own request, "You change your clothes too."

When they went out for the last time, Fang Qisheng was wearing crimson clothes, while Nie Qiu was in crow blue.

The clothes that Nie Qiu put in the inn are basically light-colored, so how can there be such dark-colored clothes.

He curled his index finger and pulled the neckline unnaturally.

The clothes were provided by Fang Qisheng.

Nie Qiu remembered that this person seemed to have mentioned the color of the clothes in the lobby of the inn in Xiayan City.

"Do you usually only wear white clothes?"

"You don't think it looks good?"

"It's not that it's not good-looking, but it makes people unable to imagine what you look like in other colors."

Well, now I can imagine.

Crow blue, the color of crow feathers, is not completely black, but lighter than black, with a bit of purple-green light, as if the jackdaw is covered with a layer of morning light, giving it a warm color.

Nie Qiu was wearing crow-blue clothes at this time—it was Fang Qisheng's, but they were of similar stature, so the size was appropriate.He loosened his hairband, part of his black hair fell down on his shoulders, mixed with the light luster of the crow's feathers, his face was drooping, and a knife was tied around his waist, the warmth and softness of the past was drawn away, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, with A sharpness that cannot be ignored.

As for Fang Qisheng, the wound on his body hadn't completely healed, so he didn't bring the heavy sword box and put it in the inn.

He was wearing the crimson dress that Nie Qiu had picked out at the time. It was the same style as Huang Sheng, but it felt different.

This stern-faced demon leader is actually very young, only 19 years old, but he always has a sullen face and an old-fashioned look. Teach everyone, bad habits developed over a long period of time.

Although the crimson red was dull, it also added a bit of spirit that only young people can have.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't look like the leader of the Demon Cult, but like a knight who has just stepped into the rivers and lakes.

It's not just that Nie Qiu is not used to dressing like this, Fang Qisheng also feels uncomfortable all over his body when he meets Nie Qiu's gaze.

Fortunately, few people passing by noticed them, so the two gradually got used to it.

After Nie Qiu arrived at the lobby, the first thing he did was to ask the waiter if he knew Xiao Xueyang's whereabouts.

"This..." The unlucky shop boy was the one who bumped into the dead body last time. He had a deep impression on Xiao Xueyang, and after thinking about it for a while, he remembered her whereabouts. He went out—yes, the clothes he wore were very similar to those worn by the young man in front of me, but the colors were different."

Nie Qiu was puzzled: "Hook shoulders and back?"

Fang Qisheng also repeated: "Hook shoulders and back?"

Xiao Xueyang and Huang Sheng walked out of the inn shoulder to shoulder, this scene is really unimaginable.

The shop clerk cleared his throat, scratched his hair in embarrassment, and reconsidered his words, "Well, let me think about it. It should be that girl who chased that young man out, probably reached out and grabbed his shoulder. I just said it wrong."

This was much more normal than the scene just now, so the two decided to believe what he said.

Since he was going out with Huang Sheng, he should be going to a gambling house instead of picking herbs in the mountains.

After all, a noble young man like Huang Sheng would never accompany someone to do this kind of tiring work.

Fang Qisheng felt pain in his temples at the thought of going to see Huang Sheng wearing the same style of clothes as his senior brother.

As soon as he proposed the idea of ​​going back and changing clothes, Nie Qiu narrowed his eyes lightly and non-threateningly, "Huh?"

Fang Qisheng thought, what is this called? Isn't it because the time has not come?

When he was in Xiayan City before, Fang Qisheng felt his face was shattered. Knowing that Nie Qiu didn’t like to eat sweet and greasy food, he forced him to eat those snacks packed back to the inn with a bitter face, although in the end he was soft-hearted and let him go , but Nie Qiu still drank a whole pot of tea, and his complexion improved a lot.

Then now the feng shui took turns, and it was his turn that Nie Qiu forced him to wear this outfit and go out.

You must know that after the master disappeared, he never wore the clothes that the master prepared for the two of them.

Right protector, your courage is growing.

At first, he maintained his polite and alienated attitude very reservedly, but after getting acquainted with him, he didn't bother to worry about so many things.

Although Fang Qisheng was quite happy with it.

So he still didn't bring up the matter of going back to change clothes, and gave up his life to accompany the gentleman.

At that time, the most embarrassing and uncomfortable should be Huang Sheng, not him.

Fang Qisheng imagined the scene and came to a conclusion.

Mindful of Fang Qisheng's inconvenience, Nie Qiu deliberately slowed down, stopped and walked, and arrived at the casino after a while.

When he was on the road, he remembered that his status was not good enough to do such a thing, so he bought a mask and put it on.

Otherwise, within a day, the news of "the high priest entered the gambling house with a bright sky and bright sun" would spread throughout the imperial city.

Nie Qiu picked a mask at random, and the price was not expensive, but the two big men guarding the door had already known this well. As soon as he walked over, he saw the Chihu jade pendant on his waist with sharp eyes—sent by Qin Rongchong. Yes, it shouldn't be cheap, followed by the long knife at the waist, and the tassel on the handle, perhaps with the jade pendant as a foil, the two gatekeepers thought it was expensive.

So he quickly invited the black and red duo in.

The casino is very lively, it seems that every day is a festival, as if there is something good to celebrate.

It was the first time for Nie Qiu to enter the gambling house, and he found it very novel, and Fang Qisheng twiddled his fingers, thinking of a game of gambling.

But the first thing should be to find Xiao Xueyang and Huang Sheng...

Just as he was thinking of this, a burst of laughter and cursing erupted not far away.

"Girl, why did you find such a big Buddha?" The loser cried out as he collapsed on the table.

Two days ago, he thought this guy was being taken advantage of, and he won a fortune, but he returned the double amount today.

The rest of the people are obviously also very jealous of this man in black robe who is comfortably tapping on the table, but this man has long been famous, and those who like to gamble have probably heard of his reputation in the past few days. When he came out of the room, his hands and palms were itchy, and he wished to go up and bet with him now to see how powerful he is.

Xiao Xueyang hurriedly served tea and water, there were many stone flakes piled up in front of her, she was already too weak to count, so she simply stopped counting.

Huang Sheng in the black robe lowered his voice, and said word by word: "Look good. Is that what you call playing dice? What you call spreading money."

"Yes, yes, you are too powerful." Xiao Xueyang cheered.

"I'll teach you when I get back." Huang Sheng flipped down the wooden cup and said, "These people are too weak, won't it be easy to win?"

He reported a point, opened it to look, and sure enough, it was accurate.

In fact, Huang Sheng didn't show too much emotion from the beginning to the end. He won, he won. He won too many times, and he didn't have much emotion. He only felt a little happy when he took Hei Shipian over. .

With an inaudible sneer, he raised his head, and when he was about to say the line "you lost", he suddenly became dumb.

Across the crowd, standing next to the man in black, looking at him with a half-smile, who else is it if it's not Fang Qisheng?

Are you still wearing the same clothes as yourself?

Huang Sheng clenched his hand and almost broke a piece of black stone.

What if the teacher promised not to wear the same style of clothes as the teacher and brother after he disappeared?Promises eaten by dogs?