Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

If you leave, even if you don't agree to it personally, it is really wrong; if you stay, the old man may be dying if he sleeps.

He was undecided, and he couldn't figure out the old man's intention to make this move, so he took advantage of the situation, sat on the yellow rock by the green pool, and threw the bait out.

The sun is getting closer and further away.

He could still glance at the old man at first, but after a while, his legs and feet were numb, so he could only focus on fishing to divert his attention.

The mist was steaming.There are koi jumping out from under the arch bridge. At this moment, the setting sun and the water color complement each other.

He didn't dare to disturb the old man, and gently placed the fish basket kept in the water beside the old man, then stood up and prepared to lift his feet to leave.

"Young master, stay still."

The old man made a sudden noise, stopped his leaving footsteps, then put on his bamboo hat, bowed and picked up the fish basket, looking down, there were only a handful of koi left in it.

Just now, when he was fishing, the old man had been watching him secretly until he tiptoedly put the fish basket aside.

"Why did you keep this full basket of koi in the water? If you keep it in the water, the big fish will be fresh, but the small fish will all escape." The old man asked him with a smile, not annoyed.

Hearing this, he stopped and turned to look at the approaching old man, "God has the virtue of loving life. Don't you pay more attention to this than me?"

He had watched the old man fishing from a distance before, and the old man's baits were all mature koi, and those small fish and shrimps were released as soon as they took the bait.

In his opinion, the old man is more obedient to God's will than he is, serving all things.

He pursed his lips and replied, the wisdom in his eyes made his spirit soar.

The old man took back the fishing rod, with a satisfied smile on his face all the time, "There are rumors that Lord Hou is cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, but I never thought that those are all nonsense made by outsiders."

The old man stroked his beard, and he just smiled.

After saying a word, the old man took a step forward, and suddenly turned back to stare at Feng Yanghou, who was "disturbing Zhou Rao", raised his finger and pointed to one place, "Master Hou, is he interested in playing a game of chess with the old man?"

He looked in the direction of the old man's finger. The chessboard was set up on the stone table in the long pavilion at some time, the chess cup was quietly placed on the edge of the chessboard, and sandalwood was ignited on the tabletop.

Three games are over.

He took back the sunspot, with ease.The old man frowned and stared at the chessboard, seemingly in disbelief.

At this time, there is only a faint fragrance in the long pavilion.

"Master Hou is very good at chess, and this old man is willing to bow down." The old man stood up and bowed to him, so surprised that he quickly got up and returned the salute.

"You are absurd. This 'Hou Ye' is absolutely unacceptable."

His chess move was honed in Pingling Academy. At that time, he was young and frivolous, and he didn't understand the morality of it. After going through some things, he gradually settled down and calmly speculated on the mind of the chess player.

In fact, the old man who is playing chess with him in front of him is superb in chess, and it is difficult to find a low player in the Six Kingdoms. It is not so much that the old man loses occasionally, it is better to say that he is merciful.

He remains humble and polite.

The old man straightened up, nodded, and thought to himself: It really is the only son taught by Fu Shuye, with a good personality and good conduct, which really relieved him a lot.

The old man did not erase his address like Xu Zhuang did, and still stubbornly called him Lord Hou.For a while, he had no way to make the old man change his words, so he had no choice but to acquiesce.

"Master Hou sneaked into this house in such a disguise, what is he asking for?" The word "begging" used by the old man was just right, which made him pause for a while, and then slowly explained the whole story.

"So that's how it is." While speaking, the hermit's air on the old man faded away, and those who attacked were all calm and strategizing, "Cang Lizi is not here today. If Master Hou wants to ask him about anything, please tell the old man. Being old but not talented, it is the steward who wakes up and fasts first."

The old man said calmly.

He raised his eyes suddenly, "You are Xi Weng! I have admired your name for a long time, but I didn't recognize the real person, I am ashamed."

He really never thought that the old man in front of him was Xi Weng, who was well versed in astronomy and geography.

Xi Weng alone, has always been a dragon but never sees the end, but now, it is a rare opportunity for him to bump into him.

He waited for the ups and downs of his mood to calm down before he spoke again: "Alright. Please trouble Xi Weng with one thing..."

He was about to continue talking, but Xiong interrupted him with a smile.

"Let the old man guess. Lord Hou is covering up, but it's because of Yinbi Mountain?" Xi Weng raised his eyes to look at him, and then sat back on the stone bench, "I heard that King Zhou Hui has sent people to Yinbi Mountain to investigate there. There are treasures that have been opened in the mine. Master Hou came here alone, presumably because he didn’t want King Zhou Hui to know that you pulled your hand.”

Xi Weng picked up the white stones scattered on the chessboard by himself, and put them into the chess cup one by one in a leisurely manner.

After hearing this, he tightly held the black pieces in his hand, and lowered his hands, picking up the pieces into the chess cup.

"Xiong has a fortune teller." He paused his fingers, "May I ask if Xiweng can sell the news of the secret treasure of Yinbi Mountain to me?"

He knows that Xianxing Zhai has had thousands of dollars to buy reliable news since the beginning. As long as his private treasury is full, he will not worry about not being able to buy the news he wants to know.

He put the bank notes prepared in his sleeve on the stone table.

The stacks of bank notes were stacked together thickly, making Xi Weng ponder for a moment with downcast eyes.

"Master Hou, please wait at the Deyue Inn in three days." The old man immediately got up and pushed the bank note in front of his eyes, "If Master Hou thinks the news is reliable, I will send a messenger to the Hou Mansion to collect the reward."

He watched the old man's receding figure across the corridor.

After Xi Weng's shadow swayed past the pillars, in the bedroom in the center of the house, someone pushed the door.

In the inner room with a half-window, Cang Lizi put down the teacup and tucked the brocade quilt for the man on the brocade couch with silent eyes.

At this time, a slightly rough hand gradually stretched out from the edge of the bed, and the phalanx stretched out. The moment it held Cang Lizi's wrist, the ten fingers became more and more skinny.

Daylight flew by—three days passed in a blink of an eye.

After noon, he sat on the attic of Deyue Inn and looked at the bustling streets under the window lattice, brushed off his dusty clothes, and then turned his head to catch a glimpse of Lu Yi standing respectfully by the screen.

In the past few days, he sent Ji to secretly search for the traces of the black-cloaked man. Since he got this order, he has become more and more elusive, and it is even difficult to show his face. Instead, Liu Yu, who is relying on the west wing, took advantage of the loophole and kept watching him. Clinging to the door and window of his bedroom, trying to climb onto his brocade couch.

Thinking of this, he put down the teacup on the table and turned his back to the sky, with mixed emotions in his heart.

Fortunately, today he and Lu Yi took advantage of the surprise of Liu Yu, who was lying in bed in the west wing, and left the Marquis Mansion ahead of time, so it wasn't hard to sit and wait for several hours leisurely.

He shook the strong tea in the teacup, focused his eyes on the screen that isolated the scene downstairs, and soon, the news he was waiting for came up by itself.

At this time, a small figure suddenly jumped out from behind the screen.

He lowered his eyes, and a ragged little beggar beside him tugged at the hem of his clothes with black fingers, making him look into his cuffs, "My lord, this is something a grandpa gave you."

The little beggar grinned, as if it was the first time he had seen such a good-looking person, with fluttering black eyelashes nailed to the ground stupidly, like a short and thin burning stick.

He looked kindly at the little beggar in front of him. In his eyes, the little beggar was no more than five years old, with a piece of dust on the top of his withered hair. Fleeing from the vicious clubs.

He took a small bamboo tube from the little beggar's sleeve, he didn't open it, and he didn't rush to drive away the little beggar who sneaked into Deyue Inn.

"This is for you, as a reward for running away." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to let Lu Yi take out a bunch of copper coins from the inside of his belt.

The little beggar was dumbfounded immediately, and stood there, as if he had never seen such a large number since he was born.

Perhaps this consistent copper coin is enough for the little beggar and even the people around the little beggar to have a full meal.

He looked at the little beggar with a smiling face, "Take it."

Lu Yi put the copper coin he picked up into the little beggar's palm.

The little beggar's throat choked up, he didn't know what to say, he knelt on the ground with a thump and kowtowed, "Thank you, sir, you are the reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva."

At this time, in the eyes of the little beggar, is he considered the Bodhisattva of the West Heaven who came to the world to be kind?He lowered his eyes, but his heart was not happy yet.

Holding the small bamboo tube with beeswax, he waved his hand at the little beggar, and said in a gentle tone, "Go back."

As he said that, he turned his face to the outside of the window lattice.

Lv Yi led the little beggar who wanted to curry favor with the Hou Ye out of the screen.

"Second brother, be the best, and send all the good wine and food to the attic."

Suddenly, two traveling travelers of different heights came to Deyue Inn, a man and a woman, all wrapped up tightly, lowered the gauze hat that concealed their faces, revealing only a pair of bloodless lips.

It was the short-headed man with a hoarse voice who said this.

As soon as the words came out, the diners in the hall immediately looked at each other.

The shop waiter put the white towel for wiping sweat on his shoulders, bent down and led the two of them up to the attic, just in time to rub shoulders with Lu Yi who had sent the little beggar upstairs.

A delicate fragrance floats like peach blossoms.

Lu turned his face and glanced at the pale gauze hats of the two of them, which were so thick that they couldn't see their faces clearly from a short distance away.