The rivers and lakes are full of vests

The night gradually darkened, but the big tent of the deputy commander of the Northwest was always lit.

After a long time, the curtain was lifted from the inside. A slender young man came out first, then a middle-aged man with a refined face, and then a strong man came out from the tent.

After the three of them exchanged a few words outside the tent, the young man tapped his toes and rose into the air. In an instant, his figure disappeared into the night.

"Although she is a daughter, her speech and opinions are completely different from those of her age, and she is even better than a man. She is so brave and resourceful at such a young age. A tiger father has no sons. Brother, the eldest brother's child is here. You see Is it? She will lead us to fulfill the unfinished ambitions of big brother and you, and when we get the head of the dog emperor, you can rest in peace under the Nine Springs."

Qu Feng looked at the brightly twinkling stars in the sky, and said in a deep voice.

The younger brother in his mouth is his own younger brother. He joined the army 15 years ago and died in a conflict with the Western Regions when he was crowned. At that time, the Western Regions were allied with each other and gradually became stronger. Not long after he ascended the throne, the foundation of the imperial court was unstable. In order to avoid war and ensure the stability of the border, he chose to calm down.

His loyal and brave younger brother just became a victim of politics and died in the desert outside the Great Wall with his bones still intact. His grizzled parents heard the sad news and could hardly accept the fact that the white-haired man sent the black-haired man. Both passed away.Since then, he has planted the seeds of hatred in his heart. He has held back all these years, kept a low profile, and waited for the coming of troubled times under the rule of this fatuous emperor. Now, he has finally waited.

Long Fei patted Qu Feng's shoulder, and the two of them went back to their tents without saying a word.

Fu Peibai had also returned to the inn at this time, and as expected, he caught a glimpse of the exasperated spies outside the inn.

During the day, she flung him away so lightly that the spy didn't know where she had gone all day long.

Fu Peibai smiled contemptuously, and returned to the room. Right now, she needs to sort out her messy thoughts and start to act. After all...she doesn't have much time...

Although it was confirmed just now that the last fragment of the climbing mausoleum was in the Northwest Army, Qu Feng also said that after his father left office, the imperial court first sent a fourth-rank military general who could only talk on paper as a temporary marshal, and later because of his family He was dismissed after failing in the factional dispute in Beijing, and then sent several people to the Northwest to take charge of military affairs, but they didn't serve long.

The last one is the current marshal Zheng Hong. As soon as he took office, he cleared the barracks warehouse and collected all the military equipment and property he had paid. Brought into the Marshal's Mansion.

The Xuanyuan sword was also in Zheng Hong's hands. Right now, it seemed that Zheng Hong had become the most important thing, and he had to be attacked.

From Qu Feng, Fu Peibai learned of Zheng Hong's whereabouts. He was neither in the barracks nor in the Marshal's Mansion, but lingered all day in the largest brothel in the city, Xiye Pavilion.

It seems that tomorrow I have to explore the West Night Pavilion.

Fu Peibai was lying on the couch, his eyelids opened and closed, and when his thoughts diverged, he thought about how to get the three pieces of climbing the tomb in Shi Qinghan's hands. Thinking of this, Shi Qi's face and those impressive eyes appeared in his mind. sunken eyes.

She stopped breathing and turned sideways, but she couldn't dispel the sparkling mole of tears in her mind.

Seventeen seventeen...

The next day, Fu Peibai left the inn early in the morning, and the spies behind her followed her closely, regardless of whether she had exposed her whereabouts, they never left.

Fu Peibai smiled, and turned a corner into a makeup shop. Most of the customers there were young women who were buying makeup or mirror decals. Now such a handsome man appeared in the shop, which was particularly eye-catching.

Fu Peibai ignored the gazes on his body, walked to the counter, tapped the counter with his slender fingers, and said, "I'm looking for you who are too young."

The boy flicked the abacus in a daze, then raised his head, his mouth fluttering quickly: "Would you like to think about it?"

Fu Peibai nodded, and the servant said again: "Swing a vine."

"Fu."

The boy put down his abacus, opened the curtain of the back room, made a sideways movement, and Fu Peibai raised his leg and walked in.

If others listened to what the two said, they would think that they were talking somewhere, but in fact they were not, the two were speaking black and white, the general idea was that Fu Peibai wanted to find the head of the store, and the boy knew she was not here to buy. Only after she was an ordinary person from the rivers and lakes, was she allowed to enter the back room to meet the head of the family.

As soon as Fu Peibai entered the back room, the tip of his nose was filled with a rich fragrance, very strong, but not irritating to the nose.

A slender woman was sitting with her back facing her, her waist-length black hair was hanging down naturally, and the woman's gorgeous face was reflected in the huge bronze mirror.

The two looked at each other in the bronze mirror, and the woman smiled at the mirror without turning her head.

"What a handsome son."

Fu Peibai took two steps forward, raised his hand as a salute, "What's your name?"

The woman turned her head, the makeup on her face was exquisite and bright, her skin was white, her lips were red, and her eyes were watery. She looked at Fu Peibai carefully, with a smile in her eyes.

"It turned out that I was wrong. Jun Erlang turned out to be a girl Jiao'e."

Fu Peibai was not surprised, after all, she had found out the woman's identity before coming here, and it was not difficult to see her woman's identity with the other party's eyes.

"Just call me Miss Huan. Why is this girl looking for me?"

Fu Peibai stared at the pictures on the counter, and replied, "Aren't those who come to find girls just to change their appearance?"

The woman chuckled, "Although they are all for the purpose of changing appearance, the purpose of this disguise is not the same. What is the purpose of the girl's changing appearance?"

"It's inconvenient to tell, please forgive me, Miss Huan."

The woman stood up, stretched out her slender fingers, and placed them on Fu Peibai's chin, then pinched her chin and looked sideways at her face, "Okay, what kind of face do you want to make?"

Fu Peibai backed away, and replied: "An ordinary face is enough, the more ordinary the better."

"Still being a man's face?"

"Ah."

"Let me make an agreement with you first. It's not cheap to ask me to disguise myself. Of course, the effect will naturally satisfy you. A face costs ten taels of gold."

Fu Peibai took out a gold ingot from his bosom, put it in the woman's palm, and said lightly: "Then I will be in trouble."

After receiving the money, the woman smiled even more, and she opened the chair for Fu Peibai herself, "Sit down, guest officer."

Fu Peibai sat down, stared at the face in the bronze mirror, and asked, "How long will it take?"

The woman stretched out her hand to make a count, took a carved line and measured Fu Peibai's eyebrows, eyes, nose, bridge and facial features.

Two hours later, an unremarkable middle-aged man's face with a flat nose and thick lips appeared in the bronze mirror, so real that every wrinkle on his face could be seen one by one.

The woman watched for a while, showing a look of satisfaction with her work, "How about it, are you still satisfied?"

Fu Peibai stared at such an unfamiliar face, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it. The touch of her fingertips became rough. She was asked to keep her eyes closed the whole time, so she didn't see how the woman disguised herself. When I saw the final effect, I was quite surprised.

"The girl is really a good craftsman, almost confusing the real."

"Of course, after all, I rely on this craft to make a living." The woman said proudly.

"The disguise technique is so difficult to distinguish between true and false, is there a way to crack it?"

The woman jumped onto the counter and sat down, shaking her legs casually, introducing her housekeeping skills.

"There are two ways to disguise one's face. One is to disguise the original face like you. The advantage is that it takes the least time to change into another face. The disadvantage is that the duration is not long. In two days, the make-up will be completely removed, revealing the original appearance."

"The second method of disguise is to cover the original face with sex. The advantage is that it lasts for a long time and is suitable for a complete facelift. There are not a few people who have lived with sex for several years or more than ten years, but there are also many disadvantages. Obviously, since it is a mask, there is a gap, which can be traced, and the first gap is an inch behind the ear." The woman said, pointing to the position behind her earlobe. "

"As for how to break the disguise technique you asked, the first method is to fear the water, and the second method is to fear that the gap will be discovered."

Fu Pei understood clearly, and nodded, "Thank you, Miss, for clarifying the confusion."

Another quarter of an hour later, a dark-skinned middle-aged man dressed as a servant came out from the back room, holding a powder box in his hand, and said in a strong voice: "Shopkeeper, I'll give it to the king in the east of the city." The girl sent something." After saying that, he left the shop.

The spies outside the store glanced at him, but didn't notice anything unusual. They looked back at the store, but until it was getting dark, he didn't see Fu Peibai coming out. He raised his legs and stepped into the store, frowning to the boy: : "Where are people?!"

The boy was preparing to close the store, he was taken aback, shrank his neck and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"The young man who entered the store during the day, the one in the black robe!"

The servant smiled dryly, "You see, you are not embarrassing me. Although we have a lot of female customers in our store, there are not a few men who come to buy makeup for the girl they like. There are so many people in a day, how can the young ones remember?" The one you mentioned."

The spy clenched his fists and was about to go to the back room, but the servant quickly jumped out to stop him, "What are you doing! The back room is the room of our shopkeeper, how can you break into the private house, go, or I will report to the police Already!"

The spy pushed the boy away, and as soon as he opened the curtain, a beautiful young woman walked out of the back room. The woman held a folding fan in her hand and tapped the back of his hand lightly, "My lord, what are you doing?" What are you doing?"

The spies kept throwing Fu Peibai away for a few days, but they didn't dare to report the truth. He was already annoyed, but Fu Peibai would slip away without anyone noticing, and his anger was even worse. Pushed the woman away, but the next moment the woman tapped the back of his hand with a folding fan, and his whole arm immediately limp as if it had been eaten by thousands of ants.

He turned pale with fright, took a few steps back, held his weak arm, and said sharply, "You, who are you?!"

The smile on the corner of the woman's mouth faded, she leaned against the door frame, and said lazily: "You dare to trespass here without knowing my name, do you think your life is too long or you don't want to live?"

The boy twisted his painful shoulder blades, jumped to the side of the woman, and said aggressively: "Do you know who our master is? Telling it will scare you to death."

The woman knocked on his head, "Don't be shy." After that, she shook off the folding fan, and on the fan was a freehand painting of Furong landscape, and on the left side were three large characters.

"Jade Hibiscus"

The spy shrank his pupils, with a frightened expression on his face, and hurriedly left the powder shop with his arms in his hands.

No matter how he guessed, he never expected that the famous female assassin Yu Furong would hide her name in this border city.

According to legend, Yu Furong, a person with thousands of faces, is the best at dressing up. She can pretend to be a young girl, or a beautiful woman, even a handsome young man or an old man. Pretend to be anyone you know well, hide quietly by your side, wait for the opportunity, and kill him with one blow. This person is both righteous and evil. Sometimes he takes money to do things, and sometimes he kills people according to his mood. If this is the case, you must always be alert to the people around you, even the people next to your pillow.

How dare the spies provoke such a plague god? After leaving the makeup shop, they rushed to the inn where Lu Wencheng was staying, and informed Lu Wencheng of the past few days.

Lu Wencheng stared at the noisy street outside the window, and said lightly, "Got it, let's go down."

The spies were secretly glad that the suzerain didn't punish him, but just as he took a step out of the threshold of the room, he felt a chill on his neck. At the same time as the pain came from his body, there was a "thump" sound, and he looked down. He wanted to open his mouth with a sharp sword, but when he opened his mouth, a large amount of blood gushed out and splashed on the dark brown floor of the room.

With a loud "dong", the spy's body fell to the ground, blood gushed out from the wounds on his neck and chest, and gathered into a pool of blood, gurgling towards Lu Wencheng's feet.

Lu Wencheng drew back his sword, wiped off the blood on the sword with heavy eyes, and said to Wu Zhong: "Fu Peibai has changed his face, where do you think he will go?"

"Assuming that he is the man in black who broke into Feiyuan Pavilion that night, then what he asked for was also for the fragments of the climbing tomb, and my subordinates discovered that the last fragment of the climbing tomb was in the Northwest Army. He should be from the current Northwest Marshal Let's go, the Marshal has been in the Xiye Pavilion in the city for some time recently."

Lu Wencheng had already wiped the sword clean at this time. The blade was shining silver and extremely sharp. He held the sword and lightly wiped the blade with his fingertips, and said in a flat voice, "Then you go to Xiye Pavilion and kill him." .”

Wu Zhong's body shook, and he bowed and said: "Sovereign, just now it's just a subordinate's guess, there is no real evidence, if he simply found out that he was being followed and threw him away, wouldn't it be manslaughter if he just found out that he was being followed, wouldn't it be manslaughter? ..."

Lu Wencheng turned around and looked directly at Wu Zhong, "It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go. Whether he is innocent or not, we will know after his death. If he is killed by mistake, I will hold a beautiful funeral for him."

"That......"

"Enough! How is Yan Ran?"

"After the peak master came to the northwest, he was not acclimatized, and his health became worse and worse. He stayed in the room most of the time and never went out. A few spies stared at him, and there was nothing unusual."

Lu Wencheng was silent for a while, then asked suddenly: "Do you still remember the day when Fu Peibai vomited blood and fell into a coma on the day of the Inner Sect Exam, and Yan Ran carried him away after his expression changed drastically?"

Wu Zhong nodded.

"Then do you still remember when I said that Yan Ran looked a little strange?"

"My subordinates remember."

Lu Wencheng's eyes darkened, and he asked quietly: "What do you think Yan Ran has changed in these years?"

Wu Zhong thought for a while, and replied: "Peak Master has been intelligent and precocious since he was a child, and has a calm personality. He has been like this for so many years, but if we have to talk about changes, it is six years ago that Peak Master was attacked by the Demon Sect. After the cold poison returned to the mountain, his temperament became more and more quiet, and although he used to be reticent, he would still show a smile in front of the suzerain, which is indeed rare these years."

After hearing this, Lu Wencheng did not speak. After a long time, he suddenly said: "Pick twenty of the best disciples and all the hidden guards, and then call Yan Ran." He paused for a moment, his deep eyes sharpened.

"Go to West Night Pavilion."