Peach Blossom Dream

...and scolding..."

"Uh..." Shu Jifeng never thought that Zuo Qingyue, who was always polite and decent, would scold a stranger.

Xiao Er wiped the water from his face, feeling extremely wronged: "Young master, I can't earn this money anymore, you should go by yourself."

There is no other way, Shu Jifeng can only face it by himself.

At this time, Zuo Qingyue had already woken up, but she was still in a daze. When she saw Shu Jifeng, she stood up from the bucket and yelled, "Brother Uncle, Brother Uncle, come and help me!"

Uncle was startled, and immediately turned his head away, not daring to look at him, but worried that he would catch a cold, so he could only walk over with his head sideways, and then pushed him down again.

Zuo Qingyue clasped the edge of the bucket with both hands, carefully: "Uncle, are you angry?"

Uncle couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only lie to him: "If you don't cooperate, I will be angry."

Zuo Qingyue bluntly raised her head, blinking her eyes: "How to cooperate?"

"..." Shu Jifeng thought for a while, and finally came up with a perfect plan, "In this way, you turn around and come out again."

"Hmm..." Zuo Qingyue nodded ignorantly, "I'll listen to you, Boss Uncle, is there anything else?"

"No, just turn around and go."

Zuo Qingyue turned around obediently, stood up and stretched out her arms for Shu Jifeng to help dry her.Who knew that when she stepped out, Zuo Qingyue was top-heavy, she tripped over the wooden barrel, and fell down in a daze.

The uncle caught him with quick eyes and quick hands, and his ears burned up.

Zuo Qingyue hugged Shu Jifeng's waist, like a child who hadn't woken up, and murmured: "Boss Shu..."

Uncle Jifeng had a shameful reaction, he hurriedly put on the clothes for him, then threw Zuo Qingyue into the bed, and then wrapped him up tightly.

Zuo Qingyue struggled to expose her head, looked at Shu Jifeng in bewilderment, and asked, "Boss Uncle, did I do something wrong?"

"No!" Shu Jifeng denied it flatly.

"Oh." Zuo Qingyue shrank back again.

Uncle Jifeng beat his pounding heart, and cursed himself: I really have never seen the world!A man's body is also worthy of blush and heartbeat?

Thinking of this, Shu Jifeng gradually calmed down, took a book and looked through it in confusion.

An hour later, Xiao Er came up with a medicine jar: "Master, the medicine is ready."

Shu Jifeng nodded, pointed to Zuo Qingyue, and said: "He is asleep now, help me feed him."

Xiaoer listened, shrank his neck, and said with a dry smile: "That... son, I don't dare. This son is too fierce, maybe I am ugly, this son is impatient to see me. I am timid... "

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Er found an excuse and slipped away.Uncle sighed for a long time, and was afraid that the medicine would lose its properties when it was cold, so he could only take a bowl and sit on the bedside trying to get Zuo Qingyue to drink some.

Zuo Qingyue was wrapped in the quilt, because her nose was blocked, she opened her mouth slightly to exhale, humming from time to time.

Uncle Jifeng tried his best to recall the scene when his mother fed him the medicine before, he drew a ladle on a gourd, scooped up a spoonful and handed it to Zuo Qingyue's mouth, trying to pour it down for him.Unexpectedly, with a shake of his hand, the spoon just touched his teeth, and he poured it anxiously, a spoon full of medicine flowed down the corner of Zuo Qingyue's mouth and onto his face, Shu Jifeng quickly wiped it off with his sleeve.

This time, Uncle Feng gained some experience, so he didn't scoop it up so full, and poured it in a less hurry, and finally downed half a spoonful.

While feeding and feeding, Shu Jifeng shifted his attention to other places: the corners of his lips were pointed, his lower lip was full,

Uncle couldn't help stretching out his fingers to touch it, and it was soft and soft.

28. Cen Lan

After Zuo Qingyue drank the medicine, she fell into a deep sleep. Since Uncle Feng's thoughts were so messed up that he couldn't read the book, he wanted to go out to get some fresh air.Unexpectedly, the more I wandered around, the more uneasy I became, and a strong uneasiness appeared in my heart.

Uncle Jifeng turned around and went back, saw that the door was ajar, thumped it immediately, pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was empty, and the quilt on the bed was still warm.

"Zuo Qingyue?" Shu Jifeng called out tentatively.

no answer.

Uncle Feng yelled in his heart that it was not good, so he went out to look for it.He kept thinking in his heart: he had already thrown away the strong man in coir raincoat, so it was impossible to find him so soon.Could it be that the person behind the scenes who kept sending people to hunt and kill Zuo Qingyue made another move?Or...it's Huo Yu!

Also, is it possible that Huo Yu is with the person behind the scenes?

But where will they take Zuo Qingyue?The main streets of the capital extend in all directions, plus various small streets and alleys, it is almost impossible to quickly find someone in the crowd.

Uncle Feng was very anxious, standing at the intersection, watching the pedestrians coming and going, and quickly judged the possible direction where Zuo Qingyue might be taken captive.

Soon he found himself clueless.He didn't know Huo Yu, he didn't know the people behind the scenes, and he didn't even know Zuo Qingyue.Seeing that the sky is about to get dark, and the coolness of early autumn begins to appear, can Zuo Qingyue's body survive it?

In desperation, Shu Jifeng had no choice but to beg Xiaoer again to help him deliver a letter to He Ming, asking He Ming to ask Qian Juan and Master for help, and to find it one by one.

From dark to dawn, Shufeng found nothing, and the feeling of worry and anxiety became more and more intense.

"Uncle."

Suddenly a greeting came from above, and Uncle Feng heard the sound and looked up. On the second floor of the teahouse, there was a fairy-like Cen Lan, greeting him with a smile on his face.

"Master Cen." Uncle Jifeng clasped his fists in salute, "Please forgive me for something urgent, I'll talk about it another day."

Cen Lan leaned on the window with one hand, and asked with a smile, "Is Uncle looking for someone?"

"Yes. I'm looking for Master Zuo, have you seen him?"

The smile on the corner of Cen Lan's mouth deepened, and he answered the irrelevant question: "Have you ever met Master Zuo, don't you know if uncle comes up for a cup of tea?"

"What do you mean?"

Shu Jifeng suddenly felt that Cen Lan's face had changed in front of him. The previous fairy-like Master Cen seemed to be shrouded in a terrifying black shadow, and the deeper his smile, the more chilling he appeared.

Is it him?

Taking two steps at a time, Shu Jifeng clenched his fan tightly and stepped up the stairs to the teahouse on the second floor.

"Sit." Cen Lan sat in front of the tea table without raising his head, and pushed a cup of tea towards Shu Jifeng.

"Thank you."

Uncle sat down as promised.

Neither of the two spoke first, and a cup of tea quickly drained.

Shu Jifeng repeatedly thought about how to ask him for someone, but with Cen Lan's experience and the city, Shu Jifeng knew that he couldn't get even half of it in terms of words.

Then only hands-on.

Swallowing the last sip of tea, Shu Jifeng slowly put the teacup on the table, and when it touched the table, he suddenly exerted force, and rushed the teacup towards Cen Lan with lightning speed.

Cen Lan sat without blinking his eyes, but tilted his head slightly, and the teacup brushed against his ear and flew to the wall behind him, shattering instantly.

Before he had any extra time to react, Shu Jifeng immediately opened the fan and quickly slashed at his neck.

Cen Lan hardly moved back, and stretched out his left hand, closing the white fan in Shu Jifeng's hand.

Uncle Jifeng was shocked.

The last time I saw Cen Lan make a move was when Zuo Qingyue was being chased to pick off his head when he went north to Shaolin. Although Cen Lan held a flute at that time, he was very agile, but compared with him today, he is still not the same.

A person who hides his strength all the time is really scary.

Before he had time to think about it, Shu Jifeng pulled the fan out of his hand with a twist, and then flew straight down to the center of his head.Cen Lan kicked away the futon under the seat, almost wiped the ground with his waist, and passed under the low tea table to the opposite side.

Uncle Feng rushed to the air and turned around quickly, while Cen Lan who was opposite was already standing upright, looking at him with a smile.

After only two rounds, Shu Jifeng knew that he was no match for him, so he had to change his strategy and try to struggle a bit, asking, "Master Cen, what do you want Master Zuo to do?"

Cen Lan's smile was still flawless, and he replied, "Uncle, what do you want Zuo Buzhi to do?"

"I..." Shu Jifeng was stunned for a moment, "He is my friend."

"Oh, what an important friend that is?"

Shu Jifeng didn't understand his intention of asking this question, so he thought for a while and replied, "The only friend."

Cen Lan was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that someone with such high-sightedness as Uncle would recognize someone as a friend? I think I actively begged to make friends with you that day, but you were very disdainful!"

Uncle Jifeng said: "It's not like I have a high eye, it's just because it's very difficult for me to make friends, why should Master Cen think so?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Cen Lan took two steps, "But why did Uncle find me here when he was looking for friends? Do I have to hide my ignorance?"

Uncle Feng would not believe it, if Cen Lan had never met Zuo Qingyue, why would he ask him to come up to drink tea for no reason?Is he helping someone delay time?

"Do you know Huo Yu?" Shu Jifeng didn't want to waste any more time dealing with him, so he asked directly.

Cen Lan hid his surprise very well, lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Huo Yu? Are you talking about the subordinate who is unknown to the left? If I remember correctly, you introduced him to me that day. .”

Uncle Jifeng thought he was the best at observing people's hearts, but Cen Lan's tone and expression made him puzzled.Regardless of talking or doing, Shu Jifeng felt that he was a bit worse than the other party.

Shu Jifeng opened his fan again and used his "no fan" move.

A plain fan is ever-changing in his hands, as if there are thousands of shadows, and it seems to be the fan itself, there are fans everywhere and no fans everywhere, every move is airtight, and every move is to attack the opponent's vital point.

Cen Lan showed no signs of fear, and took out his flute to dissolve them one by one in a leisurely manner, not even reducing Xianzi.

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