The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived at Yanggu County.

Xi Jianlin only said goodbye to Fu Zhenhong, and entered the county without looking back.

In the city of Bianjing, it is rich and prosperous.

As soon as Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi entered the city gate, they heard the hustle and bustle of the market.On both sides of the street, vendors set up various stalls.Behind the booth, there are elegant pavilions, and the whole road is full of people coming and going, which is very lively.

Since they were new to Bianjing, Wu Zhi and Fu Zhenhong were not familiar with the roads of Bianjing.Right now, it is approaching noon, and it will be time for lunch in a while.

Wu Zhi was planning in his heart, turned his head and said to Fu Zhenhong in the carriage, "Let's find an inn to rest first."

Finding a house with the right price, settling down and making all the arrangements is not something that can be done in one or two hours.Before that, they need to live in the inn first.

Fu Zhenhong understood what Wu Zhi meant, and replied casually: "Listen to you."

Bianjing City is the imperial capital and the most prosperous place. There are many merchants here and the trade is frequent.

It is probably because the merchants come from various regions, and a large part of them are not locals of Bianjing and have no fixed residence, so the number of inns in Bianjing city is much more than other places.

It didn't take long for Wu Zhi to find an inn that wasn't too small or too big.

The inn is called Furui Pavilion and has two floors.

Fu Zhenhong got off the carriage and stood with Wu Zhi.

When the receptionist saw a guest coming, he stepped forward very enthusiastically, and said habitually: "Are the two guests staying at the store or..."

The waiter, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, hadn't finished speaking. After his eyes touched Fu Zhenhong's face, his original sharp words got stuck in an instant, as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points, straight Staring at Fu Zhenhong.

Seeing this, Wu Zhi frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Stay in the hotel."

Wu Zhi's cold voice reached Xiao Er's ears, and Xiao Er, who was still in a daze, quickly came back to his senses.His neck was a little red, and thinking of his stupidity just now, he was extremely ashamed.

He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Fu Zhenhong's face anymore, he just lowered his head slightly, stretched out his arms and gestured to Zhenhong and Wu Zhi to come in: "Please come in, both of you."

Wu Zhi glanced at the waiter at the shop, said nothing, and walked towards the inn.

Fu Zhenhong followed Wu Zhi.

After Wu Zhi and Fu Zhenhong passed by the waiter, Xiaoyuan, who had kept her head down, raised her head, looking at Fu Zhenhong's back with a look of surprise in her eyes.

This man is really beautiful.

Yes, pretty.He didn't read much and couldn't find a more elegant description. When he saw this man, these two words only came to his mind.

After living for 16 years, Madoka has never seen anyone more beautiful than this man.Just now, the moment he saw the other party, he even thought he was seeing a banishing immortal.

Patting her hot cheeks, Madoka took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and greeted her.

And the same moment.

Opposite Furui Pavilion, Xie Lingge, who was drinking tea in every possible way, suddenly stood up.

He didn't notice the splash of tea from the cup, and just looked straight at Furui Pavilion opposite, or more precisely, it was the back of the person walking into Furui Pavilion.

He obviously hasn't seen this back several times, but it is very familiar, as if he has seen it thousands of times, and it is deeply imprinted in his mind.

It was just that...

Pan Jinlian?

Xie Linge's hand holding the cup tightened.

You should be right!

That kind of back is Pan Jinlian.

So Pan Jinlian came to Bianjing?The one next to Pan Jinlian is Wu Zhi?

Does Pan Jinlian live in Bianjing permanently or...

In just a few seconds, Xie Linge thought a lot, but he was so deep in thought that he didn't even respond to the man sitting opposite him calling him several times.

Xie Lingge didn't come out of his thoughts until he entered the inn under the guidance of the inn's waiter, who was familiar to him from the back.

Seeing that Xie Lingge had regained his composure, the man sitting opposite him asked again: "Zi Yi, did you see something suddenly?" .

This man looked to be about the same age as Xie Linge, wearing a light blue shirt, with a handsome and gentle face.Holding an elegant folding fan in his hand, his whole body exudes the bookish air of a literati from an aristocratic family.

Xie Linge sat down again, put the cup back on the table, and replied: "It's nothing."

Hearing this, the man sitting opposite him smiled lightly: "You were in that state just now, but it doesn't seem like nothing."

Xie Linge didn't speak, Pan Jinlian's face still appeared in his mind.

He thought that after being separated for a long time, his impression of Pan Jinlian would gradually fade with the passage of time.However, what Xie Lingge himself did not expect was that after he returned to Bianjing, Pan Jinlian's face not only did not gradually disappear from his memory, but became more and more clear and profound.

As soon as he thought that the figure from the back who entered Furui Pavilion on the opposite side was very likely to be Pan Jinlian, Xie Linge felt some indescribable joy in his heart.

Pan Jinlian's coming to Bianjing means that they will have more opportunities to meet each other.

The more Xie Linge thought about it, the happier he became, and even the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

In a good mood, he took out the handkerchief he carried with him and began to wipe the tea stains on his hands.

The young man sitting opposite him saw Xie Lingge's changes before and after. He raised his eyes slightly and said in a gentle voice, "Did you see an acquaintance you haven't seen for a long time at the opposite inn?"

Although he used questioning words, the man's tone was more like a statement.

Xie Linge paused for wiping the tea-stained hand, and replied: "It's not long since I saw you." And his words undoubtedly affirmed the man's words in disguise.

"It seems that this acquaintance occupies a very high position in Ziyi's heart." The man said jokingly.

But Xie Linge didn't refute this.

Seeing this, the man had some thoughts in his heart.

After a while, he asked again: "I wonder if I know this acquaintance?"

Ziyi and him are considered cousins. Although Bianjing City is large, the circle of aristocratic princes is composed of prominent people in Bianjing City.Even in this circle, not everyone has met each other, but names, etc., are familiar.

Seeing Zhao Zishan's question, Xie Linge guessed what he was thinking. Zhao Zishan was his cousin, his full name was Zhao Lin, and his courtesy name was Zishan.

Although they are cousins, Zhao Zishan is only more than a month older than him.At this moment, facing Zhao Rin's question, out of selfishness, Xie Lingge didn't want to say too much, so he simply replied: "You don't know him, he is someone I met in Qinghe County."

"Is that so..." Zhao Rin looked at Xie Linge thoughtfully, and said with a light smile, "It seems that something very interesting happened to Ziyi during those days in Qinghe County."

After finishing the words, Zhao Rin seemed to think of something, and said again: "The man Shanshan always talked about is the man Ziyi said he knew in Qinghe County?"

When Xie Linge heard this, his body paused, and the movement of wiping his hands also stopped for a moment.

That's why he didn't want to talk more with Zhao Rin.

His cousin, Zhao Rin, has been extremely smart since he was a child, knowledgeable, and full of economics. He is a model of a nobleman in Bianjing, and can be said to be a very close to perfect existence.

But it was precisely because of this that it gave Xie Linge an unreal feeling.He always felt that this cousin was wearing a mask of gentleness and elegance. Although he was decent in every way, people couldn't touch his heart, let alone see through his real side.

Getting along with this cousin will make Xie Lingge feel that all his thoughts can be easily seen by the other party, but he cannot penetrate the other party's inner thoughts.

Xie Linge doesn't like to have too much interaction with such people.

Therefore, although they are cousins, Xie Lingge and Zhao Rin are not close in reality, and only Xie Lingshan admires Zhao Rin who is perfect in every way.In contrast, he has the best relationship with Zhou Yu, who has no kinship.

Although Zhou Yu didn't talk much, sometimes he also couldn't see through Zhou Yu's thoughts, but it wouldn't make Xie Lingge feel that the other party was wearing a false mask when getting along with him.

What's more, with Zhou Yu's identity, it's normal for others not to see through.

Zhao Rin paid attention to Xie Lingge's expression, with a smile on his lips: "It seems that I guessed it right."

Xie Linge lowered his eyes, and replied in a low voice: "Yes." He knew that since Zhao Rin said so, it was [-]% sure, and it would be unnecessary to conceal it any longer.

Sensing Xie Lingge's emotional change, Zhao Rin stopped talking about this matter, but took the initiative to change the topic.

Xie Linge breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he didn't want to talk about Pan Jinlian in front of Zhao Zishan.Subconsciously, he didn't want Zhao Zishan to have any contact with Pan Jinlian, let alone the two of them getting to know each other.

After drinking the pot of tea, Xie Linge was always a little absent-minded.Although he tried his best to concentrate his attention, his thoughts always drifted unconsciously, and his eyes glanced at Fu Ruige opposite him several times.

Pan Jinlian should be staying at the Furui Pavilion on the opposite side, but I don't know how many days.There is a meal included in the Furui Pavilion. I don’t know if he will have lunch in it. If he is now...

Zhao Rin shook the tea in his hand lightly, looked at the ripples on the surface of the tea, and said in a soft voice: "Zi Yi has glanced at Furui Pavilion on the opposite side no less than seven times, it seems that the acquaintance really deserves his attention." Ziyi is very concerned."

Xie Linge took the words: "Ah? Is there any?"

Zhao Rin glanced at Xie Lingge, his eyes slightly bent, and then looked at Furui Pavilion opposite, and suggested in a gentle tone: "Since Ziyi cares so much, why don't you go to catch up on the past?"

Let's catch up on the old days...

Xie Linge was silent.

He naturally went to Furuige to say hello to Pan Jinlian, but the problem was, if he went now, Zhao Zishan might also be with him.

And he didn't want Zhao Zishan to be with him.

Xie Lingge was thinking about it when he heard Zhao Rin say: "I'm also a little curious about what kind of person can make Ziyi and Shanshan miss you so much."

Xie Lingge pursed his lips, "No." He raised his eyes, met Zhao Rin's gaze, and said, "Since I came to Bianjing and stayed in Furui Pavilion, I think I'm going to stay here for a while , it’s not too late for me to go again another day.”