Beauty is sick

"Son—"

A large piece of charcoal hit Pei Zhe's face, and the flames flowed for a while. It was the east wind that put thousands of trees on the night, and the stars fell like rain. However, the beautiful scenery was intoxicating, but it could not offset the crisis of the situation.

The charcoal was burning red, sparks jumped and brought scorching heat, and fell on his face from a distance, Yun Wuyang's cry of surprise poured into his ears from behind, Pei Zhe squinted his eyes, raised his hands and wrists, squeezed He started to fold the fan in his hand, and knocked away the burning coals that were almost rubbing his face.

Holding the fan in his right hand, he took advantage of the free time and quickly pulled away the belt of the cloak with his left hand, stepped on the side rail of the painting boat and turned around, threw down all the coals with the cloak in his hand, and then stepped on the "wreckage" of the charcoal and the crow-green cloak , looking at the person behind the beaded curtain of the painting boat, unfolding the folding fan in his hand, revealing the big splashed ink characters flying like dragons and phoenixes.

Standing on the edge of the painting boat, Pei Zhe wore a white jade hairpin and was dressed in brocade clothes with wide sleeves. If one ignored the sparse inscription on the folding fan on his chest, he could be called a gentle and refined son.

The man behind the bead curtain raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned on Pei Zhe's fan, his cuffs rolled with gold thread swayed slightly, his long fingers loosened, and a string of torn beads slipped from between his fingers. On the ground, the two remaining beads on the line collided and made a crisp sound.

Pei Zhe followed the sound, fixed his eyes on the round glass beads for a moment, and kicked over the bottom basin with burning fireworks next to him with an unclear expression, and found a round bead that was burnt black.

It is exactly the same as the glass beads on the bead curtain string.

Seeing that Pei Zhe was out of danger, Yun Wuyang on the shore was relieved, but at the same time he was a little surprised.

He followed Pei Zhe since he was a child, and knew that his son was not only famous for his talents, but also capable in martial arts. From a young age, he claimed to be the first in literature and martial arts, and he also had a dream of being a knight who traveled all over the world.

But since returning from his trip to the desert, Pei Zhe refused to mention that he had practiced martial arts. He once asked why, and only got a sentence of "too lazy to do it".Yun Wuyang knew that this was prevaricating himself. They had been in danger many times, and Pei Zhening refused to take action. He didn't know what happened in the desert, but no matter how lazy people are, how can they be so lazy that they don't even care about their lives?

Zhong Limo held Yun Wuyang wholeheartedly and dragged him back. He was taller than the boy, but his strength couldn't hold him back. All he tried to feed him was nothing more than making the two of them stand in a stalemate. They didn't care about watching what happened on the boat, which is also true. As a result, he didn't release his hand in time.

Yun Wuyang hadn't figured out what made his young master suddenly stop being lazy, he was pulled backwards by the force on his waist, and fell down together with Zhongli Mo behind him.

"Oops, I'll go to hell!"

With a bitter face, Yun Wuyang rubbed his numb buttocks, and groaned and cursed.

Zhongli Mo, who made a human flesh cushion behind him, gasped. The place where they fell was the bluestone steps. For some reason, a piece of Zhongli Mo's tailbone was bumped on it. It was as if someone hit his butt with a stick hard, the pain made his eyes go dark, and he couldn't make a sound.

Yun Wuyang got up neatly, he practiced kung fu for a while, and when his internal energy was urged to activate blood and remove blood stasis, the numb place where he fell quickly recovered.

Only then did he discover the strangeness of Zhongli Mo. There was a tree next to it, and there were scattered lanterns hanging on the tree. Under the orange-red light, Zhong Limo's ghostly pale face was particularly obvious, gloomy, like just now. Like crawling out of a grave.

Yun Wuyang's knees softened, civil prisoners are taboo to respect ghosts and gods, just saw the hanged magistrate in the middle of the night, and now he was caught off guard by this scene, if he hadn't recognized the face in front of him as Zhong Limei, he would have kicked him.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing..." Zhong Limo waited for a long time before recovering, and said weakly, "I fell."

Yun Wuyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I was scared to death, I thought it was that shameless old thing looking for you."

Shameless old thing?Zhong Limei expressed doubts with his eyes.

Yun Wuyang: "The hanged old prefect."

"..." Zhong Limei fell into deep doubts, how could the gentle and elegant first-timer bring out such a vulgar servant?

Yun Wuyang rubbed his nose, looked at Zhong Limei who was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move, and felt quite emotional: "If you didn't pull me just now, we wouldn't have fallen, right?"

Zhongli Mo said angrily: "If I don't pull you, you will rush to jump into the fire."

Seeing that his anger was not going well, Yun Wuyang smiled flatteringly: "When we first met, you cared about my safety. You really are a kind-hearted and kind person."

Zhong Limei paused with his hands behind his back, lowered his eyelids and said nothing, he and the magistrate were in the same boat, what kind of kind-hearted and good person, it was just a momentary obsession to do that, and he couldn't control himself.

Yun Wuyang was talking to himself, seeing that Zhong Limo couldn't get up on the ground, he was a little panicked, and subconsciously turned to look at Pei Zhe, who would have guessed that there was no one on the boat long ago, only a cloak with several holes burned.

What about his son?Why did such a big boy disappear? ?

The night wind blows the bead curtains, the hollow wooden windows inside the painting boat cut the moonlight into bright and dark patterns, the lanterns on the table rolled to the ground, and the bamboo frame and silk paper were trampled into a ball.

Pei Zhe pressed his fan bone against the man's Adam's apple, and smiled inexplicably: "Qing Ben, why are you so aggressive?"

The distance between the two was less than half a meter, and Pei Zhe pressed one knee on the soft bed. From behind, it seemed that the two were hugging each other, and he used brute force to imprison him under him.

The burnt black beads were slightly warm, Pei Zhe glanced at the gray stains on his fingertips, rubbed viciously on the man's clean and tidy sleeves, the people under him remained motionless and let him do what he did, narrowed his long and sharp eyebrows slightly, hiding The next trace of displeasure.

"Your Excellency invited people to come, but you kept silent." Pei Zhe stuffed the bead into the man's palm, and sent the fan forward, "How can there be such a reason?"

"Who are you?" the man asked.

Pei Zhe seemed to have heard some joke, sniffed the seemingly absent fragrance in the air, and asked abruptly, "What kind of incense did you light?"

"Ordinary incense."

Pei Zhe sneered, and stroked Yubai's neck lightly with the edge of his fan bone: "There are many rumors in the Qinlou and Chuguan, and the beauty is always duplicity, and it is true when I saw it today."

He leaned down, narrowed the distance between the two, and whispered into the man's whisper: "Are you not crying when you see the coffin, or are you playing hard to get?"

Xu Shi was stimulated by the words "Qin Lou Chu Pavilion", the man frowned slightly, and raised his hand to push the folding fan by his neck.

The smile in Pei Zhe's eyes cooled down, and he pinched the raised wrist firmly on the couch: "Finally I can't help it—"

"Cough cough..."

A series of coughs interrupted his words, Pei Zhe looked slightly startled, he didn't expect such an outburst.

The man coughed non-stop, and blood was stained on his thin lips. Pei Zhe touched the wet part of his face, and sure enough, his black fingertips became a little more bloody red.

"Ninth Master!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and then a strong force pushed Pei Zhe away. The man in black helped up the man coughing up blood on the couch, and glared at Pei Zhe.

Pei Zhe wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, put away the smirk on his face, and asked in a cold voice: "Abduct Your Highness, kill the magistrate, and make trouble at the Shangyuan banquet, who are you, and what is the purpose of bringing me here? ?”

The sound of horseshoes and shouts from far and near broke the silent atmosphere, and suddenly the torches surged, and the grand fire light illuminated the surroundings, as if it were daytime.

"Ahem...Your Excellency may have misunderstood." The man put down his hand covering his lips, and wiped the blood stained on it with a handkerchief, "I'm waiting to be invited to the Shangyuan Banquet in Huaizhou City. I don't understand what you said. What means."

His voice was very soft, mixed with a sickly weak breath, like pear blossoms in the rain, rustling off a boat.

Pei Zhe frowned.

The door of the painting boat was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Jingkong led the officers and soldiers and the people in the painting boat to stare at him. It seemed that he did not expect to meet Pei Zhe here, and the words he blurted out were abruptly cut off: "Master Ninth, what's wrong... Pei Zhe My lord, why are you here?"

Ninth son?Pei Zhe had a bad premonition in his heart, so he didn't speak.

The man threw away the handkerchief in his hand, nodded to Lin Jingkong, and said hello to Quan Dang. He stroked the place on his cuffs that was stained by Pei Zhe, and smiled slightly: "Master Pei suddenly jumped on the boat, Tricked me, and finally said that I kidnapped people and murdered people, and caused chaos at the banquet. I can't finish talking about everything, Commander Lin, please clear up my grievances for me... "

Lin Jingkong thought for a moment, and he roughly understood what happened between the two of them. He couldn't help gloating and said, "Lord Pei, you misunderstood. This is a distinguished guest invited by the prefect, the shopkeeper of the first floor in the world, Jinling Jiu."

The shopkeeper of the first floor in the world!

Pei Zhe's heart skipped a beat, he almost lost his grip on the fan in his hand, and regardless of all kinds of messy clues, there was only one thought in his mind: It's over.

The author has something to say:

After a long wait, the two leading actors have both appeared on the stage, ready to start the routine, double-layer routine and anti-routine drama.

There are many foreshadowing clues, it may be a bit difficult to understand, don't worry, just read slowly and you will understand.