Looking for plums under the moon

"Who is it?" Ling Guyue asked eagerly.

Shen Luo took a sip of his tea, and said calmly: "Zhaoyang once saw a stranger haunting the back mountain. Seeing him sneaking around, he went up to ask him, but before he could make a sound, he was repeatedly called by that person." Get hurt."

Ling Guyue said: "Is that person the murderer?"

Shen Luo nodded, "I checked, and the wounds on Zhaoyang's body are very similar to those of those who died. If someone hadn't passed by at that time and heard the movement, Zhaoyang would have been in danger."

Ling Guyue frowned and asked: "Who is that person?"

Shen Luo pondered and said: "He escaped, Zhao Yang said that the man had a strange face, and his martial arts skills were very strange, and he couldn't tell what sect or sect he came from, but he seemed to be acting suspiciously, and seemed to have plans."

"What did he go to the back mountain..." Ling Guyue suddenly thought of Uncle Ge. He had stayed in Pingchuan for several years without revealing any clues. What kind of stamina is this? Now someone is coming again. Could it be that the purpose is the same? ?

Shen Luo said: "Later I sent someone to inspect the descendants, but I never saw that person again."

Ling Guyue thought of Uncle Ge's hesitation the day before yesterday, he also mentioned Houshan, and thought: Could it be related to Master?

Seeing him staring at the table in a daze, Shen Luo asked softly, "Brother, what are you thinking?"

Ling Guyue said: "Do we have any treasures in Pingchuan?"

Shen Luo said: "If you talk about treasures, the most precious thing in a sect is its unique martial arts. Who in the martial arts world is not curious about Pingchuan's mind? It's just that this martial arts is different from items, and it's not so easy to steal. That person probably didn't mean that. "

Ling Guyue also knew that Uncle Ge didn't come to Pingchuan to steal a teacher to learn art, he hesitated to speak, hesitating whether to tell the truth to Shen Luo.

"Brother, when are we going to see Uncle Ge? You said in your letter that he has something to discuss with me, so what is it?" Shen Luo asked.

Ling Guyue tangled up her forehead, and said in a low voice: "You have just arrived here, why don't you rest and go to Uncle Ge tomorrow."

Shen Luo saw that there was a difference in his expression. The two grew up together, and sometimes they knew each other better than himself. He knew that Ling Guyue had something hidden in his heart at the moment, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded calmly. Nodding, "Senior brother said yes, I also feel a little tired." After saying that, he got up and walked to the bed in the inner room, "Borrow the bed of senior brother to lie down."

"Huh?" Ling Guyue grabbed his sleeve.

"What's the matter?" Shen Luo turned his head, his brows and eyes drooping slightly, and it fell on his moist white hand.

Ling Guyue wanted to ask someone to open another room, but when she saw that his face was much paler and his brows were full of exhaustion, she let go and said softly, "Go to sleep, it's getting cold, put on the quilt."

Shen Luo nodded, and lay down on the bed.

Ling Guyue saw that his breathing was gradually steady, and said in a low voice: "I'll go out first."

Shen Luo didn't reply, he seemed to be asleep.

Ling Guyue pushed the door and went out.

Just as the door closed with a 'squeak' sound, Shen Luo, whose eyes were closed, suddenly opened his eyes. He touched the soft brocade quilt on his body, pulled the quilt up, and buried his face in it. , took a deep breath, and then gradually relaxed and fell asleep.

Ling Guyue originally wanted to find Uncle Ge to find out about the situation, but no one knew where this mysterious third uncle went today after asking all over the building.Just about to go out for a walk, just stepped out of Shuying Studio, and then greeted an unexpected guest.

"Young Master Crimson Clothes!" Zhao Yihuan was wearing a green brocade robe, a blue belt, several valuable jade pendants around his waist, and a gold-rimmed pearl on his head to wipe his forehead. Peacock.

This flower peacock raised the car curtain and stepped down from the Zhao family's iconic golden silk sedan. Seeing Ling Guyue looking up at her, Zhao Yihuan's eyebrows and eyes were bent into a line, and her chubby face was squeezed into a wrinkle. Baba's chrysanthemum came closer and said with a smile: "It just so happens that I want to find you!"

Ling Guyue glanced at him and said, "Master Zhao, what's the matter?"

Zhao Yihuan took out a folding fan from his bosom, and shook it coquettishly, "My father's [-]th birthday will be in a few days, I would like to ask Mr. Fei Yi to go with me to choose a birthday gift for his old man."

Ling Guyue wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it, maybe it is unknown what words Zhao Yihuan can get out of her mouth this time, if she really found out where the Nuanyan Jade was hidden, there would be no need to go to such lengths Zhou Zhangdi tricked it from Zhao Qiushan's hand, and took it without anyone noticing.

After making up her mind, Ling Guyue smiled and nodded, "That's fine."

Zhao Yihuan was dumbfounded by that smile, his hand shaking the fan froze in mid-air, obsession was written all over his chubby face, it looked very ridiculous.

"Master Zhao?" Ling Guyue frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and said, "Please."

Zhao Yihuan came back to his senses, a blush came to his cheeks, "Mr. Crimson Clothes, please..."

The bearer behind him wanted to follow up with the exquisite golden sedan chair, but was coaxed back by Zhao Yihuan, "Wait for me here! Don't follow me!"

The two bearers had no choice but to retreat to the corner.

Ling Guyue followed Zhao Yihuan to the Calligraphy and Painting Street. All the antique calligraphy and paintings were sold along the street. Looking at the shops on both sides, Zhao Yihuan said coyly: "Young Master Feiyi, have you noticed that today... I am different today?"

Ling Guyue looked at him in surprise, and then said with a clear smile: "Young Master Zhao's new clothes are very unique."

Zhao Yihuan looked at himself, grinning to reveal a few snow-white teeth, and fanned the wind, "My father specially asked the best master in Jinling to make this dress, but I don't mean this .”

Ling Guyue blinked, then looked at him carefully, thought for a while and said, "Young Master Zhao changed to a new sachet?"

Zhao Yihuan flicked the sachet on his waist, pouted and said, "No, no."

Ling Guyue stopped, looked him up and down again, shook her head and said, "Master Zhao, I really don't see any difference in you today."

Zhao Yihuan curled her lips, and pulled the fan away with a "stab" sound, "Young Master Fei Yi, haven't you seen my fan?"

Only then did Ling Guyue put her eyes on the fan, and took a look, the fan bones were carved out of ebony into butterfly wings, it was quite light to hold in the hand, and had a faint fragrance.When I opened it, I saw the writing on the front: "Fei Yun came from the east, so I have no worries about food and clothing." Turning the other side, there was a picture of a young man on the back. Moles are fascinating.

Seeing him staring at the figure behind, Zhao Yihuan stammered and explained: "I was told by that lunatic prince last time... I was really panicked, and I heard that there is a master in Jinshan, so I went to the mountain specially. I want an expert to show me... Fortunately, the expert said that what Prince Du said is crazy. I have noble people to help me all my life, and I will turn any crisis into a disaster. He wrote me a few more words and drew the nobleman's words The appearance, told me to keep it well, so I asked someone to make a fan and carry it with me..."

Ling Guyue smiled and handed him the fan, "This tall man is interesting."

Zhao Yihuan said shyly, "Young Master Feiyi thinks this person is familiar?"

Ling Guyue shook her head, pretending to be nonchalant and said: "I probably haven't seen this person before." Seeing Zhao Yihuan lowered her head in disappointment, she smiled again: "Mr. Zhao, it's getting late, hurry up and choose a birthday gift for your father. "

Zhao Yihuan had no choice but to close her fan and walk forward.

The two shuttled between the shops, and since Ling Guyue knew nothing about Wenwan, calligraphy and painting, Zhao Yihuan would answer "Fair, not bad" to everything Zhao Yihuan asked, causing Zhao Yihuan to buy a bunch of things and hold them in his arms.

"Mr. Zhao, I think this Jade Guanyin is not bad." Ling Guyue walked for a long time and finally saw a piece of jade, and thought carefully.

"Really?" Zhao Yihuan excitedly put down the scrolls he was full of, and touched the one-foot-tall Jade Guanyin.

The boss knew Zhao Yihuan, knew that his family had a lot of wealth, and he wanted to make a big deal, so he boasted: "This Guanyin is made by Sun Qingxue, the world's number one jade dealer. It has a price but no market. If it is an ordinary person, I would not sell it lightly."

Hearing what the boss said, Zhao Yihuan was very disdainful, and said with his hands on his hips, "What? Is there any reason for those who open the door to do business to pay and not sell?"

The boss said: "This statement is wrong. This is not an ordinary product. Firstly, it comes from the hands of a master, so it is priceless; secondly, Guanyin is a Buddhist thing and should not be polluted. So I have two principles as the shopkeeper. The boss stretched out two fingers and gestured, "One is not for the rich, and the other is for the non-virtuous."

"Oh?" Zhao Yihuan said: "To talk about the first thing, as the young master of the Zhao family, the most important thing I need is money, and the second thing... I have never done anything evil in my life, so I am naturally a good person! "

The shopkeeper shook his head and smiled, "I don't know that."

"Then what do you want!" Zhao Yihuan exclaimed angrily.

The boss turned his eyes and landed on Ling Guyue, pointing at him and said: "This young master needs to admit it."

"Me?" Ling Guyue thought in her heart: This boss still has so many detours in selling something, it really is all evil and business...

Zhao Yihuan said: "Young Master Feiyi, you and I met once, tell me, have I ever done anything wrong?"

Ling Guyue glanced at Zhao Yihuan, and said to the boss: "Young Master Zhao is indeed not a villain."

"How is it? What else do you have to say?" Zhao Yihuan glared at the boss, and picked up the Jade Guanyin, "I'm still going to buy this Jade Guanyin today!"

The boss shook his head pretending to be distressed, "Oh, well, maybe this is also a kind of Buddha's fate, 200 taels of silver, you can invite this Jade Guanyin home!"

Zhao Yihuan thought he had made a profit, so he happily paid the money, then struggled to pick up the Guanyin and walked out.

"Young master, your calligraphy and painting!" The boss shouted, pointing to a pile of things on the ground.

Zhao Yihuan looked down at the hand she couldn't move, and said without looking back, "Give it to you, I don't want it anymore!"

Ling Guyue said: "Young Master Zhao, why don't you ask your entourage to help you carry things, how do you take such a heavy thing back..."

But after walking a few feet, Zhao Yihuan was already sweating profusely, but he wanted to put on a look of strength and muttered: "Those two idiots, what are you asking them to do... Besides, this little Jade Guanyin ,I can!"

Ling Guyue said: "Young Master Zhao, do you know what kind of jade carving this is made of?"

Zhao Yihuan shook her head, "I don't know."

Ling Guyue said nonsense: "This is Kunshan jade, which is meticulous and smooth, moist and lustrous, and it is one of the best jade species."

Zhao Yihuan suddenly realized: "So that's the case, Mr. Feiyi is the one who is well-informed!"

Ling Guyue's ears turned red unconsciously, coughed twice, and said again: "But although Kunshan jade is good, it is not as exotic as the other kind of jade."

"What?" Zhao Yihuan was aroused by him.

Ling Guyue observed his expression and said: "There is a rare species of jade in the Western Regions called Nuanyan Jade. It is said that it can transfer menstruation and exchange blood, making people's appearance permanent." Seeing Zhao Yihuan's confused face, she asked again: "Zhao Yihuan There are countless treasures hidden in the son's house, have you ever collected this kind of jade?"

Zhao Yihuan shook her head and said, "I'm not interested in the babies at home, and I haven't noticed them usually."

Ling Guyue secretly sighed in her heart: It seems that Zhao Yihuan can't start.

The two of them walked out of the Calligraphy and Painting Street, and suddenly saw a skinny little beggar sitting in the pile of sundries at the foot of the wall in front of them.

The little beggar was only twelve or thirteen years old, and his hair was disheveled, almost covering his entire face.Seeing someone coming, he tensed his body and stared at the two of them intently, as if staring at a sumptuous meal.

Zhao Yihuan coughed twice, and his colorful body stood in front of Ling Guyue, blocking him tightly, then took out a silver ingot from his waist, and threw it on the little beggar, "Here, take Let's go buy candy."

A trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the little beggar, and instead of picking up the falling piece of silver, he tilted his head and looked at Ling Guyue's face again.

Ling Guyue tilted her head slightly, and happened to meet his eyes.

The little beggar opened his eyes wide, looking shocked, and leaned against the wall suddenly.

Ling Guyue looked at him suspiciously, walked around Zhao Yihuan, and said to him: "You know me?"

The little beggar looked up at him, neither speaking nor nodding.Looking at Zhao Yihuan again, maybe it was an illusion of the two of them, but the dark eyes were full of hatred.

"That little beggar is really annoying!" Zhao Yihuan turned her head and glanced at the little beggar who was attached to the two of them like a little tail.

Ling Guyue was also puzzled, thinking: Could it be that he still wants money?

As the footsteps of the little beggar got closer, Zhao Yihuan couldn't help but turned around and shouted, "What are you still following us for?"

The little beggar also stopped walking, stood barefoot, shot two gloomy eyes from his hair, and looked at them quietly.

Zhao Yihuan became angry when she saw him, and walked back a few steps to scare him, "If you follow us, you will be rude to you!"

Seeing him walking towards him, the little beggar lowered his head in awe, looking at his dirty feet.

"Not leaving yet!" Zhao Yihuan stomped at him, deliberately scaring him.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar suddenly raised his head at this time, and ran towards him with a ferocious face, catching him by surprise, and the fine white jade Guanyin fell to the ground and was broken into pieces.

Zhao Yihuan was still in a daze, but the little beggar quickly pulled out a rusty dagger from his waist, and sliced ​​off the top of his head.

Ling Guyue frowned, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of gravel not far from her feet, she kicked hard with her toes, and the stone burst out instantly, hitting the little beggar's knee.

The little beggar staggered and fell to the ground, the dagger in his hand only scratched Zhao Yihuan's robe.

Zhao Yihuan woke up like a dream, quickly jumped up, and hid back, "You... who the hell are you!" The little beggar glanced back at Ling Guyue, got up and limped away.

Ling Guyue looked at his back, his body as thin as hemp stalks went into the alley, and soon disappeared.

Zhao Yihuan was shocked, ran to Ling Guyue, and said with a pale face: "Could it be that this kid is also a lunatic?"

Ling Guyue shook her head, looked at the pieces of Jade Guanyin on the ground, "Master Zhao, are you alright?"

Zhao Yihuan glanced at the scratch on his shoulder, nodded, then shook his head, "What about you? Didn't it scare you?"

Ling Guyue thought in her heart: I saved your life, and you still ask me if I'm afraid?On the surface, he looked full of fear and fear, "I've been shopping for a long time today, and I encountered this kind of thing again, Mr. Zhao, let's go back."

Zhao Yihuan nodded hastily, "Recently, I really got into a fight with a lunatic, next time I'd better bring those two idiots with me, maybe I'll run into another lunatic..."

Zhao Yihuan sent Ling Guyue to Shuyinglou, and then went home in an exquisite golden sedan chair.

Ling Guyue walked into the room, saw Shen Luo lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, so she sat on the bedside for a while.

When Shen Luo fell asleep, he also looked preoccupied, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

In Ling Guyue's memory, Shen Luo has always been like this after leaving the customs, full of thoughts, dull and silent.

Today's disciples of Pingchuan can't imagine that Shen Luo before the age of 13 is completely different from him now.

Ling Guyue is lazy by nature and doesn't like to practice martial arts. She often sneaks out to play in the mountains and forests under various excuses. Shen Luo, who is two years younger than him, always likes to follow him.When he went up to the tree to catch birds, Shen Luo was responsible for catching the fallen eggs under the tree; when he went down the river to catch fish, Shen Luo dried his wet clothes for him; when he was scolded by his master, Shen Luo was responsible for taking the blame ...Master also often said that Xiao Luo was too obedient, she was a senior brother, so she had to let him order, but Ling Guyue just pouted and nodded, turned her back, and pulled Shen Luo to catch the loach again.

Many years later, the naughty child has become a leisurely and calm uncle, and the cold-faced and cold-hearted head is no longer the boy who nods quietly no matter what he says.

Looking at his sleeping face, Ling Guyue thought to herself: Master is gone, Uncle Ge is also plotting against me, what are you hiding from me now?

Falling into depression, the person on the bed mumbled, "Senior Brother..."

Ling Guyue poked her head to look, Shen Luo bit her lip, cold sweat dripped down her forehead, like a nightmare.

"Senior brother...Senior brother!" Shen Luo's hand was scratching at the quilt face, and suddenly grabbed Ling Guyue's hand, like a person wandering at sea finally found a piece of driftwood.He held Ling Guyue's hand and pressed it to his face, letting out a sigh of satisfaction, "Brother... don't go..."