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——Gods don’t care about human affairs——

The tea stove gurgled.

The chief steward waved his fan towards the flames.The streets of Youzhou City are spacious, not much better than Yujing.

Zhou Tan stared at it for a while, thinking of Suzaku Street and the sudden murder case on the street.

"Haiyinlian..." Zhou Tan said, "Why did she die? The leader of the New Autumn Festival, everyone is looking forward to it."

"Suicide, I was forced to go nowhere by Botou Mohua. Born on a flower boat, my life is cheap..." The steward said softly: "At the end, I have to think about protecting the family. Once she dies, Xuerongchun Garden will immediately Transfer, we followed a few lines and found something."

"Really?" Zhou Tan frowned, speechless for a moment.

The clues found were packed in a sealed letter with a layer of sealing paint, and it was heavy in the hand.

On the way back, the snow stopped for a while.The horse's hooves were stuck in the snow, leaving a series of hoofprints.

The steward held his sleeves and stood in front of the door like a silent Maitreya Buddha. He held his hands and greeted him from afar, "Your Majesty, let's go."

Zhou Tan waved the back of his hand and drove out of Youzhou.The tofu stand at the gate of the city recognized him, and enthusiastically patted the horse's back. The oil-paper packet of stewed tofu was stuffed and hung directly on the saddle.

Zhou Tan returned home full of rewards all the way, with the birthday horoscope just copied down between his fingers.

Xuezhaoshan was familiar with the journey, his hooves were brisk, and after going around in a circle, he lay down on the ground in the stable.

Zhou Tan squeezed a handful of beans and fed it. After feeding for a while, he rattled and went out with the cooked beans in his mouth to find someone.

He didn't recognize the horoscope, but Frost Moon's tail, Wuyue's head, his own birthday was almost in those few days, and thinking of the group of girls hiding in the coffin, their birthdays were also almost in these few days, and he couldn't help but feel a chill again.

The Winter Garden on Jiangxinzhou is not allowed to be entered by anyone who is not a relative of the king. It is obvious who would offer such an extremely obscene porcelain vase there.

Jiangxinzhou is surrounded by water on all sides, which means that there is no way to go from east to west, north to south.

Regardless of whether this technique can be done for real, or whether it is really useful, the soul is trapped in a bottle, and I am afraid that it will only end up for people to enjoy every day.

What exactly is the emperor doing? Zhou Tan walked forward against the wind, his eyes drooping, hiding his complicated thoughts.

He Lianyun went to Bie Dao at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, and the royal court was empty with only "idlers" left.Mani had nothing to do, squatting at the head of the stream to stare at the grass seeds.He was wearing a black fur, and his whole body was huddled together, dark and fat.

Zhou Tan called him and showed him the freshly baked note.The steward's handwriting is neat and tidy, which is easy to recognize.Mani held up the note and looked at the sun, chanting words.

"Bazi..." Mani raised her eyes and asked, she moved her buttocks with her ankles: "Does it count as marriage? I can count it as marriage, look, this is the marriage line..."

"Fortune-telling." Zhou Tan said.

Mani narrowed her eyes to look, and the astrolabe in her hand rang.His face changed and changed, he hesitated to speak, and finally he stretched out his five fingers and clenched them into fists again: "This, this fate, isn't it yours? Nobility, on the side of Beichen, the stars are shining, probably It's Mr. Da Yan. Look, this marriage line... this is..."

"It's not my horoscope..." Zhou Tan replied, squatting a little away from Mani's big head: "But since that's the case, it should be that one."

"Ah yes..." Mani slapped her forehead and pouted, "Look at my quick talk, you are not married yet, so I should be talking about that one."

"When will you get married?" He pushed Zhou Tan to ask: "What kind of wine are you drinking at the banquet? I think we need to invite more people." I don't know. "Zhou Tan replied stiffly.

It's not that he was ashamed and angry, but rather dissatisfied. He didn't see He Lianyun for a long time, and he didn't say a word he should say.

The early morning in the storybook is very sticky and lingering, but it's not so busy that you don't touch the ground.

He squatted down and picked the blades of grass, and there were drops of water melted from snow, rolling down along his fingertips.

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Outside Haizhou City, Juanfang Pavilion.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Sai Siduo got off his horse and knocked on the door. Two dead willow trees were planted in front of the attic, and a large hole was dug on the left side, and there was still a lump of fresh snow in the hole.The pottery urn was buried under the snow, revealing an old corner.

"Yo..." Sai Siduo went around and raised his voice: "It's brewing wine again, so leisurely. It's buried in the snow, can you still drink it in spring?"

"A Lian?" The people inside heard the movement, and the voice came out faintly.

"it's me."

She leaned down and opened the door to enter. The atrium was empty, and an empty pool was pried on the ground in the middle, and a layer of bricks was laid on it.

A curtain hangs down on the right side, and the man's face is hidden behind, only the left hand with a carved gold finger is exposed.

The ten fingers are long and slender, and the veins are fully exposed. They rest on the knees, forming an ambiguous arc.There are strings of porcelain beads on his wrist, polished to a round shape, purple in color but not purple, spreading on his wrist like a sunset glow.

He called someone, but didn't speak much.Sai Siduo wandered around in the empty attic, looked left and right, and said in admiration: "Shu Tan, I also want to leave my post and go home to soak in the pool. This heavy armor is worn, and the shoulders are sunken."

"There is no illness or disaster, what is the responsibility?" He opened the curtain and came out, and the tassels of gold thread were draped on his forehead, covering half of his eyes: "Can you replace it with Haizhou Iron? It's light."

"No, no, no..." Sai Siduo hurriedly waved his hands and forced a smile: "Donghai is good, Donghai is good."

"Are you going to show up?" She asked as she handed over the fur coat on her arm, and then said, "It's cold outside."

"Yes..." he said, "Someone is feeding bait on the bank, so they should come out of the water anyway, go and have a look."

"It's..." Sai Siduo got up, and said in a brisk tone, "I see, you just want to watch the excitement."

The man let out a muffled laugh, and only replied softly, "Yes, it's very lively."

The Juanfang Attic has seven floors. It was built on the barren hills outside Haizhou City. There is no lively atmosphere. Once the green bamboo curtains are hung, the atmosphere of wind and rain comes immediately.

There is no large piece of furniture that takes up space in the attic, and the snow water on the eaves is dripping down.Seeing that it has cooled down in a few days, it will form a sharp ice cone.

"Where's the big curtain on your door with hundreds of flowers wearing butterflies, flying hornets and bees?" Sai Siduo asked with a smile: "The red ones are so beautiful. There are green curtains hanging on the barren mountains and ridges. It's cold and desolate."

"I'm afraid that people will think I'm flamboyant..." The man also laughed, "That young master of the Zhou family is a pure man."

"Yes..." Sai Siduo agreed, nodded and said: "I wear white or blue all day long, and it looks good. I wear white, but you still think I look like a funeral, not festive."

"It's just too conspicuous, it's easy to be..." He tilted his head and said, "Hit and beat."

"You haven't seen him..." Sai Siduo was startled suddenly, and asked, "How do you know so much?"

"I've seen it before..." He gestured, and opened his palms a short distance: "When it was this big. I haven't seen it since then."

"Yo..." Sai Siduo drew his voice: "You are very scheming."

"That's foresight."

There was a sound of horseshoes outside the window, piercing through the forest and beating leaves.The snow fell loose last night, mixed with mist, misty, and everything was blurred.

"It's white." Sesduo closed his eyes and muttered uncomfortably, "I can't see anything clearly."

Haizhou is to the south, milder than Youzhou, and the snow is not as heavy as that in Youzhou city.The originally flowing stream formed a crystal-clear solid, a white blanket, spreading across the wilderness and wilderness.

Zhou Tan waited for He Lianyun at the door for a while, and heard the sound of the horse's hooves sinking into the snow.

Xue Zhaoshan ran around carrying his new knife, the blade was shining brightly in the snow, like a wave of water, lying on the handle.

Zhou Tan put his hands in his hands, rubbed his face to warm up, and began to recall all kinds of accidents along the way.

The collusion between the Breaking Moon Department and the Poverty Development Department, the abnormal movement under the Yanshan Pass, and the explosion of the underground gold mine.

This can still be regarded as a minor incident where the Ministry of Poor Development comes several times a year, but the coffin in Liangzhou and Xue Rongchun's stronghold are undoubtedly related to Nanjun, and even point directly at the emperor himself.

What exactly does he want to do to be in a high position, but he has to let Botou Mohua, who sells Gu and refines Gu, get involved with himself.

The emperor was in the palace, so he didn't have many chances to get in touch with the three religions and nine streams. Except for Kanyu Pavilion, there would be no outsiders on weekdays...

Kanyu Pavilion!

Zhou Tan turned his mind and seemed to catch a thread.He looked at the road from a distance, He Lianyun's horse was driving him like lightning, Changshengjin spread its wings and hovered not far above his head.

The gods don't care about human affairs, Zhou Tan sneered, he is not a human yet, he wants to eat people.

"What are you doing standing here?" He Lianyun looked down at him.

Zhou Tan raised his neck, and the velvet around his neck slipped down, revealing a scar-like redness, which is tooth marks.

He Lianyun was startled, and immediately put her hands on his neck, rubbing her fingertips to cover up the redness: "Wait for me?"

"Wait for him..." Zhou Tan pointed back, and He Lianyun and the people behind all changed their expressions.He Lianyun tilted his head, his expression was indifferent, but there was a spark in his eyes.

The big shaman reined in the horse's head and said with a dry smile, "Is it a marriage? Come on."

"I remember you, I have some contacts with Kanyu Pavilion."

The big shaman scratched his head and waved his hand fiercely: "How can I have any relationship with those charlatans?! Who said, I don't!"

"Liar?" He Lianyun asked.

"Yes—" the great shaman lowered his voice and was very gossipy: "You said, how can you be the same as me, who calculates when the concubines in the harem will be favored every day? I..."

He choked, seeing that the expressions of the two people in front of him were not very good-looking, he walked back quickly: "What about the apprentice, I'll go and see the apprentice's homework."

Ma Feng was grabbed by him, she struggled and shouted: "I am the most accurate in calculating the marriage. But the old man is right..."

She elongated her voice: "I heard that Kanyu Pavilion has some kind of sorcery that prolongs life—"

The big shaman was at a loss: "Who told you?"

Ma Feng poked his head out: "Then Yuntan, doesn't he have an affair with Kanyu Pavilion? Both are surnamed Yun."

She squeezed her hands and said, "The lord's surname is Zhou, and the princess's surname is also Zhou, so they are siblings. Yun Tan's surname is Yun, and old man Yun's surname is also Yun, so there must be an affair."

"Your Nanjun dialect..." Zhou Tan raised his forehead: "Who did you learn it from?"

"It doesn't make sense."

"It makes sense..." Zhou Tan said, "So who is old man Yun?"

"That old man in Kanyu Pavilion." Ma Feng leaned over, with the same gossip tone: "I heard that he was made into a god by his apprentice."

The big shaman's back felt cold, and he yelled: "What are you doing? You're so stupid. That's a dharma name, not a person's name."

"Oh." Ma Feng said, "Anyway, they must have had an affair."

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