[Seven Five] Sword Que Merry

Although Fenglelou's dishes are not as good as Fanlou's, they are certainly a thousand times better than the two of them cooking by themselves.

After drinking and eating, Nian Yi took a bowl of fish soup and drank it slowly in her hands. She looked up and saw Zhan Zhao was paying the bill. She thought about it, shook her head and said:

"We can't go out to eat every day, can we? We still have to learn how to cook."

After she finished her soup, she said rather melancholy: "From Qilian Mountain to this side, a month's expenses on the road have already cost a lot of money. You must have no money, right? How can we earn money better?"

"It's okay." Zhan Zhao smiled at her after paying the money, "I have a solution."

"You have a solution?" Nian Yi couldn't help but wonder, "How do you plan to make money?"

"People in the Jianghu have ways to find money, but it's a bit troublesome, and it's better for you not to know." The more he said that, the more she wanted to know, but she was worried that he didn't like to let her know, so after thinking about it, it's okay. .

After eating, the two of them walked back along the street, taking it as a walk to digest food.

There are many cake shops in Fangxiangqiao City. The well-known Zhangjia cake is a century-old shop, and it is still open now. There are various kinds of sugar cakes and steamed cakes inside.

Nian Yi took Zhan Zhao's hand, turned his head to look around, and said with a faint smile, "Go through this street, and it was my home in the past."

"When I was young, I liked to eat sugar pancakes, and I always asked the boy to come out and buy them for me."

She lowered her head and kicked the stones beside her feet casually, "I don't know what my home looks like now, and who lives in it."

Zhan Zhao lightly tightened his fingers, "Isn't it easy to see? Just go and have a look."

Nian Yi smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Passing through the covered bridge, most of the houses here are tall and luxurious, with sulfur glass and red bricks, and the courtyards are as beautiful as brocade. They are the places where dignitaries live.Before I could go to the street, I saw a few women beside the melon and fruit stall under the bridge whispering to each other and discussing in low voices.

"This Mr. Bao is also unlucky. He ran into such an unlucky thing when he first took office."

"No, yesterday morning when I entered the market, Zhang Zhen's head was hanging on the archway. It was scary."

"Find the head?"

"Why didn't I find it? The old man selling fish at the street saw it. It is said that there is a word "crime" on it."

The woman clicked her tongue twice, "Really, he deserves to die for his many evil deeds."

"How did the boss die?"

"Who knows...the people of Kaifeng Mansion are investigating, and no one is allowed to go in and have a look."

Nian Yi passed by the stall, and after hearing this, Fang turned his head to look at Zhan Zhao, and the two exchanged a glance.

Zhan Zhao said in a low voice, "It seems that the emperor's feet are not peaceful."

After walking not far, behind the tea house in front, I saw a group of policemen standing outside the gate of a house, which seemed to be the mansion of the deceased.

Now that the government has already investigated the case, the two of them have no intention of meddling in their own business, but just passing by the door, a person suddenly came out of the house, looked up and saw them, his expression suddenly changed, as if seeing a savior Come trotting.

"Hero Zhan, I really didn't expect to meet you here, you and I are destined."

Zhan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then bowed to him and said, "Mr. Gongsun."

"You came just in time, and I was worried that no one would help me." He smiled and stretched out his hand to hold him, "Come, come, come in and help me."

"This……"

Zhan Zhao looked at the police officers on both sides, feeling rather embarrassed. "Zhan is not a member of the imperial court, I'm afraid it's inappropriate."

"Hey, what's wrong." Gongsun Ce put away the folding fan, looking worried, "You don't know, the lord has something to do today, and he insisted on me checking the scene. How can I, a scholar, understand this? .”

As soon as the words fell, the detectives standing around all had strange expressions.

"Just treat it as a friend, how about a little favor?" Seeing that he seemed to be hesitating, Gongsun Ce quickly turned around and looked at Nian Yi, "What do you think?"

"Me?" She was still a little dazed when asked suddenly.

Gongsun Ce shook his head and sighed softly, and asked her like a child: "Mister is old, can I ask you, Brother Zhan, to help Mr.?"

Nian Yi stared at him nonchalantly, then nodded unconsciously: "Okay."

"That's right." Gongsun Ce spread out his fan and greeted him warmly, "Come here, Chivalrous Zhan."

Zhan Zhao was silent for a while, looked down at Nian Yi, sighed half helplessly and half funny, and had no choice but to follow him into the house.

The dead man was a well-known wealthy businessman in the city. His surname was Ren and his name was Peng. He was no more than forty years old. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the body lying under a short tree in the yard, lying on his back, but strangely, his head was hanging from the tree. On, the head is in a different place.

Zhan Zhao leaned over and lifted a corner of the corpse's skirt, carefully examining the wound.

"Did he die in the courtyard?"

Gongsun Ce answered from the side: "That's not true. This boss often goes out to discuss business and doesn't come home very often. According to the servants at home, he heard movement in the yard at night. When he came out to have a look, he was lying here. "

Nian Yi looked up at the head swaying in the wind on the dwarf tree, and asked aloud, "So, he didn't go home last night?"

"Not only last night, but he didn't come back for several days. It seems that he was drinking flower wine in the brothel."

After all, she was a girl, and it was the first time Gongsun Ce met someone who could stare at a head without fear, and couldn't help but secretly admire her.

"The wound was cut by the blade, but it was not neat. It took several times to chop off the head. It seems that this person is not a master with a knife, and his strength is not strong." Zhan Zhao placed it on the corpse Pick up that piece of paper and see.

Although the characters are red, they are written with a vermilion brush. When I read it, I bent down and turned my head to look at it.

"It is not a pity for a sinner to die... What crime did he commit?"

Mrs. Ren and a few aunts who were standing not far away wiped away their tears and sobbed:

"My master has always kept himself safe, so how could he commit any crime? Even if he is guilty, it will be investigated by the government. What is this murderer doing?"

Nian Yi said calmly: "Either the murderer doesn't trust the government, or he thinks that your master committed this case, and even the government will give him three points."

As soon as she said this, everyone present looked embarrassed, the wife was especially dumb, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhan Zhao calmly stepped forward to block her behind, then turned around and asked in a low voice, "How is it? Did you see his soul?"

Nian Yi also lowered his voice: "No, I've been dead for a long time."

He hummed thoughtfully, and when he was turning around, he suddenly saw a pool of light red marks on the ground, just under the head.

Zhan Zhao squatted down in his robe, stroking the water stains with his fingertips.

"is blood?"

"No, it's blood mixed with water, otherwise the color wouldn't be so light."

Nian Yi sounded strange: "Is it mixed with water?"

"Yeah." Zhan Zhao wiped his hands, stood up and looked at the head, "Don't you think it's weird? If you hang your head in the air like this, there won't be only a little blood on the ground."

Gongsun Strategy nodded slightly: "So, the man cut off his head for other purposes?"

"Probably, I'm just guessing." Zhan Zhao handed him the piece of writing written in a red brush, "It can be seen that this is a vendetta, sir, you can find out who this boss has had trouble with, maybe Gained."

"Our master is in business." Mrs. Ren said in a resentful tone, "There are not a few people who offend in the business field, who knows who it will be."

It was not their business to intervene in the rest of the matter, knowing that Gongsun Ce's move was just to test himself, so it must be enough to say so much now, so Zhan Zhao took Nian Yi to leave and went home.

"This guy is really ruthless. He's very good. Why cut off the head and hang it up for demonstration?"

"Demonstration is one aspect, but I think he has ulterior motives..." As if thinking of something, Zhan Zhao turned to her and asked, "By the way, if his head is chopped off like this, will he become a headless ghost?"

Nian laughed as soon as he heard the words: "It's not that all those who lose their heads will become headless ghosts. There must be a favorable time, place and people, otherwise there will be lonely ghosts everywhere?"

In this aspect, I really don't know as much as she does, but I was too worried, Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, and stopped talking.

For dinner, I still eat noodles, and I have eaten noodles for two or three days in a row, not to mention Nian Yi, even Zhan Zhao feels tired. If I don't improve the food, I'm afraid I'll throw up when I see dried noodles tomorrow.

The night was getting dark, and I heard the clapper knocking twice outside the house, and it was already Haishi.Zhan Zhao rummaged through the drawer to find the rest of the money. After a rough calculation, there were five taels of silver left. Although it was enough for now, if he had to go out in the future, he might be a little nervous.

He put the purse back where it belonged.

The fastest way to get money is to go to the bodyguard bureau and follow the bodyguards. You know all the friends in the city, so it is not difficult to ask for a good price.But at least he would have to go out for ten days and a half months for a trip to the escort, and he really couldn't let go of his mind when he was alone at home.

I can only wait to go to Liuyun Inn tomorrow to see if there is a suitable bounty to pick up.

Zhan Zhao closed the drawer and was about to get up to turn off the lights, when he looked up and found that the lights in Nian Yi's room were still on, he turned from the room and walked outside her room door.

The door was closed, and her voice could be heard, soft and delicate, as if she was talking to someone.

"Brother Zhan."

Glancing at her from the corner of the eye, Nian hurriedly said with a smile, "Why don't you come in?"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards, and he gently pushed the door open.

"Still awake so late? What are you doing?"

"I'm telling a story." She seemed to be holding something in her arms, and moved to the side of the bed to make room for him.

Zhan Zhao couldn't help being curious: "Tell a story? To whom?"

"Here..." Nian frowned, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, raised his head and kissed him.

The unexpected softness flashed across his lips like a splash of water.

It was like this again, and when he blinked again, two kid-like ghosts opposite him were staring at him resentfully, with the word "repulsion" written in their eyes...

The second kid stared at him, stuck out his tongue to make a face, and was about to spit, when he was knocked aside by the third kid.

"You guys have met before." Nian Yi smiled unabated, and brought the two little devils in front of him, "They were a pair of twins before they were alive, but their family was too poor to support them, so they were abandoned by their parents. .”

"So that's how it is." Zhan Zhao lowered his eyelids, and reached out to touch the heads of the two of them, thinking that the second little ghost would turn his head and bite him with one bite.

Zhan Zhao pinched it lightly without changing expression, and only heard a "click", and a row of front teeth fell out of its mouth.

"Ah..."

The second kid wanted to cry but threw himself on the teeth all over the floor.

Zhan Zhao nodded with a smile: "It's quite pitiful."

"Uh..." Nian Yi embarrassedly picked up the two little ghosts and introduced them to him, "This is Xiao Er, that is Xiao San, both are my friends."

Er Xiaogui put his front teeth back in his mouth, stared at him with tears in his eyes, then flashed his claws, and grabbed his face.

Zhan Zhao turned his head slightly to avoid it.

"How old is the child?"

"...Old, about two or three years old." Nian Yi stretched out his hand to hold the second kid down, and said with a smile, "Usually very obedient."

"Hmm..." Zhan Zhao didn't take it seriously, "By the way, I might have to go out tomorrow."

The second little ghost broke free from Nian Yi's hand, and unwillingly opened his mouth to bite Zhan Zhao's leg, but unexpectedly he slipped to the side casually, biting the edge of the bed, and his front teeth fell down again...

Nian Yi was slightly surprised, "Going out? Where are you going?"

"Looking for money... I will be back soon, but tomorrow night at the latest."

"Then you have to be careful." She said worriedly, "After all, the murderer hasn't been caught yet."

Zhan Zhao caressed her cheek with a half-smile, "Why are you worried about me? Who will catch whom at that time."

The second little ghost on the ground finally put his two front teeth back into his mouth firmly, looked at Zhan Zhao angrily, and suddenly had a plan, and fell straight on the ground.

"Ah, Xiao Er fell down, and I have to hug him to get up!"

"Huh?" Nian Yi tilted his head to look, and couldn't help but laugh, "Why did you fall?"

Seeing this, the three little ghosts also hurriedly threw the gourd painting ladle on the ground.

"Ah, Xiaosan also fell down, and she has to say a kiss to get up!"

"Read one night and tell me the story of the night!"

"Number one, I'm hungry!"

She stood up dumbfounded: "Since when have you two been acting like a baby?"

"It's okay." Zhan Zhao suddenly grabbed her and walked forward slowly, looking down at the two little ghosts on the ground.

There was a chill in his eyes.

"I've heard all about this kind of fall. It's probably because of bad legs." He rested his hand on the giant jaw, and said calmly, "It's fine to cut it off and grow it again."

But when he saw his thumb gently flicking the hilt of the sword, the sword light flashed immediately.

The backs of the two little ghosts felt chilly, and they hurriedly got up from the ground.

"Ah, the pain in my leg suddenly disappeared! I can stand up now!"

"Yes yes yes!"

"I, we're going out to play!"

"Hey, go slowly..."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of cool wind blew up in the same place, and in the blink of an eye, the little ghosts were gone.

Nian Yi was stunned for a while before shaking his head and laughing:

"I really love to toss."

Zhan Zhao closed his long sword, closed his eyes and sighed.

"Go to bed early, I'll go back first..."

Before she finished speaking, her neck was suddenly hooked by her, her head unconsciously lowered, and her cold lips covered her.He simply didn't open his eyes anymore, and passed his ten fingers through her hair, opened his lips slightly, and took all the cool breath into his mouth, the gentle breath lingered between his lips and teeth like water.

Under the corner outside the courtyard, two little ghosts took the candied haws handed over, and opened their mouths to eat happily.Shi Yin put his hands in his hands, and then gave them a thumbs up.

"here you go."

"Continue next time, do you understand?"

The latter nodded very proudly.

"understand!"

The author has something to say: Oh my god, it was just a kiss, I was stuck for half an hour in less than a hundred words.

I think I was also a person who wrote meat back then, but now I can’t even write...

[Since the crackdown, I feel that I have lost this function]

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