Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Rugu walked out of the tea room, spread his palm fan, looked around for a while, and walked towards the south corridor.

When passing by a woman who was watching the falling flowers outside the window, he stopped slightly, looked at her for a moment, and then sighed slightly: "...It's a pity."

The woman really turned her head back: "...Young Master? Who is it that sighs 'what a pity'?"

Feng Ruzhi pressed the fan lightly to the tip of his nose: "The spice 'Pangqintai' that you smoked on your body should be a good and elegant thing, but there is a bad ambergris, and the fragrance is a bit inferior. It should be chosen. Ambergris saliva with a good color and white color needs to be carefully blended."

After hiding a pair of swords, Feng Rugu's habit of being a son of a noble family was completely revealed.

Tasting tea, discussing incense, and composing music, he can do it all at his fingertips.

Not long after, he successfully formed a confidant with the tea girl who met by chance, sat and talked under the window of Linshui Xiaoxuan, and enjoyed it very much.

Ruyi sat down by an empty teahouse not far away, and looked at Feng Ruyu who was at ease, and couldn't help but think that the last time they went to Shuisheng Ancient City to investigate the matter of Lian Ruxin, Feng Ruzhi also met so familiarly. A Qin girl chatted, as if he was born to belong to such a colorful world.

Thinking of this, Ruyi unwrapped his handbag and took out a somewhat old paper dragonfly.

Back then, Feng Rugu had this dragonfly fly onto his shoulders.

The reason why Ruyi has kept it until now is that it is unwilling to throw away this kind of waste paper, so it is carried with it, and it is definitely not for other reasons.

Is he the kind of person who is dominated by small things?

Thinking in this way, he stretched out his fingers and stroked the wings of the dragonfly a few times, and unfolded the paper.

Inside, there are also handwritings written by Feng Rugu that are more than chic but not strong enough.

As soon as he thought of it, when Feng Ruru wrote his birthday horoscope just now, the handwriting was also the same.

Luo Fuchun, Sang Luojiu, and foster father all watched him write the pen with their own eyes.

But whoever it was, no one disputed it.

That is, has he always written like this?

So, he really isn't the adoptive father?

Thinking of Yan Jiangnan calling him "little senior brother", Ruyi really couldn't let go easily.

He is used to counting the beads to dispel his anger, but now that his hands are empty, he lowers his head and rubs the hem of his skirt. In the eyes of outsiders, he looks shy and reserved.

A young tea maid watched him for a long time, and felt something in her heart. She simply sat down beside him and said to him, "Sister, who is that you?"

Ruyi refolded the paper dragonfly, held it under his palm, and kept it away from anyone who had nothing to do with it: "...I don't know it."

His voice was rather cold, with some indistinguishable male and female voices, so the tea girl didn't hear any clues.

The tea maid said with a smile: "He is talking to Miss Lian, but you look at him one by one and refuse to approach him, how can you say you don't know him?"

Ruyi: "What does it have to do with me?"

She carefully observed the expression of this glamorous girl, and said clearly: "Sweetheart?"

Ruyi was ashamed and annoyed: "...a bunch of nonsense!"

Seeing Ruyi averting her eyes, the tea maid Liu eyebrows moved slightly, she smiled brightly, patted the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm not my sweetheart."

Ruyi: "..." He felt something was weird.

This tea maid has only been here for three or two years and lacks qualifications. Unlike the Lian girl who has been here for seven or eight years and can enjoy flowers from the window according to her mood, even if she wants to tease this shy younger sister more, she can't. Too much delay in chatting and neglecting guests.

She stood up, lowered her voice, and confided with Ru a sister: "If there is love, it's best to make an early decision. I think he..."

She pointed at Feng Rugu: "I have met many men, and I can tell that he is a flirtatious man with a volatile heart. It may not be easy to tie him down. You have to put in extra effort and effort."

After finishing speaking, she carried a long beaked pot with a crane's beak, and Shi Shi ran away, leaving Ruyi alone in thought.

On the other side, Miss Lian was also called away by the proprietress. Before leaving, she was reluctant to let go. After walking a few steps, she turned her head and said to Feng Rugu, "Young Master Feng, will you come tomorrow?"

Feng Rugu: "It's hard to say, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

Miss Lian said affectionately, "Then I'll wait for you."

After Miss Lian left, Feng Rugu walked briskly to Ruyi's side with a cup of tea soup, pulled the stool and sat down: "Miss You, I got it."

Ruyi said coolly: "Mr. Yunzhong is very capable."

Feng Ruyu was proud: "That is. Listen to me—"

He leaned to Ruyi's side, and naturally put his hand on his knee, making an intimate look with him: "The first young couple killed in Plum Blossom Town died four months ago. But before that, There is no young woman in the town who has a bad marriage, and has been killed because of it. The portrait of the woman posted by the government is posted all over the town, and the town does not know who she is."

Ruyi looked at him, and hummed lightly.

Feng Ruyuan held his chin lightly with the handle of his fan: "A woman that no one in Plum Blossom Town has ever seen is going to kill all the newlyweds in Plum Blossom Town. It's really intriguing."

Ruyi: "Mr. Yunzhong, did you ask anything else?"

Feng Ruyu: "Time is limited."

He bit the rim of the cup, drank the tea in one gulp, let the cup fall on his palm, and played with it carefully: "However, since we are going to get married, why don't we catch the man who made the puppet behind the scenes and personally Ask."

Ruyi got up and said: "Since Yun Zhongjun has asked all the questions that should be asked, then go back."

Feng Ruyuan glanced out the window: "It's still early."

Ruyi said: "It's time to take a bath, the 'Pangqintai' on my body lacks a good ambergris, after all it is not beautiful."

Feng Ruyi was taken aback, and moved closer to Ruyi's face.

As soon as he turned away, he leaned forward again.

Feng Rugu: "Are you angry?"

Ruyi: "Ridiculous."

Feng Rugu: "Are you really angry?"

Ruyi: "Childish."

Feng Ruyu: "Let me give you something."

Ruyi: "No..."

Ruyi: "...what is it?"

When Feng Ruyi held out that thing, Ruyi's face collapsed ten times more than before.

However, Feng Ruru turned a blind eye to his dark face on purpose: "I bought these when I was shopping for clothes for you. They are the top-quality Qingquetou Dai and peach blossom lip balm. They are pink, white and black, and the lips are fragrant. When the time comes, I will buy them again." Paired with a top-quality phoenix crown and a red scarf, the master is probably the most beautiful bride in Meihua Town... Hiss—"

Feng Rugu's original intention was to make him angry, but he didn't expect the effect to be too good.

Ru Yiyi grasped his wrist on her knee, bit her lips angrily: "Don't treat me like a woman!"

There's nothing wrong with being a woman, but...

But does he like women that much?

Ruyi was suffering from being unable to describe the feeling in his heart at the moment, so he heard Feng Ruyi say aggrievedly: "Master, I feel pain."

Ruyi was startled suddenly, remembering that he has a peculiar physique, a little effort would turn his body into bruises, so he quickly let go of his hands.

Feng Ruyuan rolled up his sleeves, and the place where he was holding it really turned red.

This small trace reminded Ruyi of Ling Chi's half body scar that Feng Rugu had hidden under the green lotus for no reason.

A strange emotion seized his heart.

At first, his heart was just as if soaked in vinegar, sour and tight.

When he started to think about the possible situation when Feng Ruyu was injured, the lump of soft flesh suddenly started to hurt without warning, the pain was real.

Ruyi was at a loss for what to do: "You..."

"You don't treat me well at all." Feng Ruyuan quickly put the things away again, "Forget it if you don't like it, I won't give it to you."

Feng Ruyi turned around and went back to the tea room, leaving Ruyi in place, momentarily dazed.

A somewhat funny and inexplicable idea emerged in his mind.

He couldn't push Feng Ruyu to the ground.

... The ground was too cold and hard, and Feng Rugu might not be able to bear it.

……

After inquiring about the news, they returned to the inn where they stayed.

Haijing had already packed everyone's luggage and waited obediently at the door. As soon as everyone came back, he took the initiative to walk over to his little uncle.

Even though his little uncle dressed up like a girl, firstly Haijing didn't dare to laugh, secondly, after Ruyi covered his Adam's apple and handsome face with a gauze scarf, Haijing even blushed a little when he looked at him, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it either.

He whispered to everyone: "Mr. Duan Rong is in one room alone, my junior uncle and Mr. Yun Zhong are in one room, and Fu Chun Luo Jiu is in one room. The little monk asked the shop owner that I can sleep in the corridor in the middle of the night with the bed and quilt in my arms."

Feng Rugu asked casually: "Plum Blossom Town is a small town, how come the inn rooms are so in short supply?"

Haijing obediently said: "No, they are all empty."

Everyone: "..."

Haijing looked around and saw that everyone had different expressions, and she was a little worried that she had done something wrong: "I thought, if each person has a room, it is really expensive. Besides, it has been arranged like this before..."

Ruyi has no objection.

Unexpectedly, Chang Boning spoke beside him.

"It's better to be more frugal." Chang Boning pulled the belt that was sealed as usual, and said gently, "As usual, let me share a room with you."

Ruyi: "..."

Feng Ru took a meaningful look at Ruyi: "Yes. According to the rules, a newlywed girl should show solemnity before her big wedding, and she is not allowed to meet her sweetheart again."

Ruyi turned his face away, as if sulking.

What a shame, whose sweetheart are you?

After Feng Rugu bullied Ruyi, he turned to Chang Boning contentedly: "Let's go, uncle."

Chang Boning pulled him to the room.

He asked softly, "How many layers did you put on? Do your feet hurt?"

"It hurts." Feng Rugu acted like a baby to his senior brother skillfully, "Can you carry me away because of the trouble?"

Chang Boning didn't say anything, he lowered his body, hugged Feng Ruzhi horizontally, and specially protected his head, avoiding the railing.

The two senior brothers have been close since childhood, and Feng Rugu regards Chang Boning as his father and brother, and being hugged by his father and brother, in his opinion, there is nothing shameful about it.

He turned his head, looked at Ruyi, saw his cold eyes, and thought, he was really still angry.

He secretly rejoiced that the degree of disgust in his heart was rising sharply. Presumably, in time, that little bit of affection that seemed to be there would have disappeared at the moment.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved, but was covered with an inexplicable sense of loss.

... If it came to the moment when he really hated himself to the extreme, he might really become a stranger to himself completely.

They were destined to be father and son for four years, and later, they were strangers for another ten years.

When we met again, the child was no longer that child, but something more...something that was hard to explain.

If he became a stranger again, he would no longer be able to laugh with him, tease him, bully him, and he would no longer be able to understand each other by nodding with him when encountering things.

But his sanity soon prevailed again.

...Why regret it?So be it.

Feng Rugu raised his hand, and said goodbye to Ruyi with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, see you later."

Ruyi: "..."

seal up!like!Therefore!

Why can he lie in the arms of his adoptive father and still smile so happily? !

Being at the side, Luo Fuchun sighed sincerely: "Master and uncle really have a deep relationship."

"Brothers." Sang Luojiu said softly, "Like Grand Master and Tai Shiniang, they are both senior brothers. They get along day and night, and share weal and woe. It's easy to develop different feelings."

Luo Fuchun smiled and said: "Not necessarily! It's just like me and you, they are very different!"

Sang Luojiu looked at him with his hands behind his back: "Really?"

Luo Fuchun embraced his shoulders, and patted him carelessly: "Of course, we are the closest brothers, only a step behind blood relatives."

"Oh..." Sang Luojiu smiled gently and well-behaved, "But in Luojiu's heart, a senior brother is better than a blood relative."

Luo Fuchun paused, and then remembered all the embarrassing things that Sang Luojiu's so-called "blood relatives" had done, and his heart softened, which made this junior brother even more painful: "Okay, okay, don't think too much, if you want to , you can regard me as your biological brother!"

"Thank you, brother."

Sang Luojiu raised his face, looked at Ruyi, and smiled: "However, there are contingencies. Layman Ruyi once recognized his master as a righteous father. One day, he may not be able to kiss him and call him a godmother. "