(7)
It was night, Bai Feng arrived in front of the "Xunxiang Pavilion" first. While waiting for Murong Yan, who had been disguised for a long time, he carefully observed the passers-by and the general appearance of the Xunxiang Pavilion. Different from the last time, this time he was fully prepared, so he saw more information that he had not discovered before.
"Xunxiang" is spacious and elegantly constructed. It has three floors, several feet high, and some of the roof beams used to support the floors can be seen from the outside. The protruding eaves in front of the ground floor door also extend to the second and third floors, with a lantern hanging on each side of the eaves. Viewed from the side, the entire building is a square and symmetrical building respected by the Han people. A wooden fence with a hollow dragon pattern surrounds the outside of the second and third floors. Looking from a distance in the night, it looks like two golden dragons circling up and down. The literati and elegant guests drank and chatted with the beauties around them, as if they were among the dragons and the gods and couples in heaven and earth.
"It's not surprising that there are two or three secret passages and dark rooms in a place like this." The young man thought to himself.
A little while ago, Murong Yan, dressed in a satin blue dress, appeared at the street corner. If it weren't for the fact that they had been facing each other day and night for several days, Bai Feng would have almost not recognized this young man with a mustache and a dress with wide sleeves and narrow trains. .
Murong Yan walked towards Bai Feng, straightened her back and held her head high, like a Confucian scholar on the stage, she raised her hands in a dignified manner and asked: "Mr. Bai, where are you going to have fun tonight?"
"Yan'er, when did you grow a mustache?" Bai Feng replied with a smile.
"I have a lot of Yan'er now. My name is Murong Yan. Please call me Mr. Murong!"
"Then...Mr. Murong, let's book a private room first. What do you think?" After saying that, the two of them approached the Xunxiang Pavilion. When they saw "Honggu" waving in front of the door, they accepted the invitation.
"You two young masters, you are very elegant tonight, since we are traveling together. Huh? This young master, why do you think he looks familiar?" The red-faced woman shook off her makeup when she spoke.
Bai Feng couldn't help but feel anxious when she learned that the cross-dressing could be seen through so easily. Fortunately, Murong Yan came to the rescue and said: "My best friend and I have just arrived in your place, and we don't know what the rules are. We just want a private room so that we can have a taste of the customs and customs of this place!" After hearing this, Hong Gu asked someone to lead the two of them there. Got in.
"You two, please go to the private room on the second floor and wait." After speaking, a man in dark cloth took the young men to the second floor. After specifying the location of the room, he left and hurried to greet the steady stream of new guests at the door.
Seeing all the indulgence and revelry on both sides, as well as the naked portraits that could be seen everywhere in the pavilion, made the two newcomers feel even more uncomfortable. Murong Yan hurriedly wanted to hide in the room, but Bai Feng saw a familiar figure at this time and was about to go to talk to him, so the former had no choice but to follow his footsteps.
Next to the private room is a place adjacent to the dragon pattern fence, where there are piles of round tables and wooden chairs. Sitting on it was a man with a round face and big ears, holding a woman in his arms. The woman had something in her mouth, trying to put it into the man's mouth. This embarrassing scene made Murong Yan look very disgusted. She pulled Bai Feng's sleeves several times to stop him from going forward, but the young man ignored her.
"Hahaha...good wine!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a young man in white came to the side and asked, "Hey, it turns out that old Taoist priests also like to drink flower wine? Where are your long eyebrows?"
The man looked at Bai Feng with wide round eyes and exclaimed: "This...isn't this the guest of the young master of the Shi family!"
"That's right." Bai Feng sneered.
"Oh, you don't know something." The man put the woman in his arms back on the ground. The woman seemed to be already familiar with it, and he gently rubbed her body with his little hands. The man smiled with satisfaction and said: "In my Tao of Taiping, the art of maintaining one's health and beauty is a top priority, and drinking flower wine is one of them!"
"Taiping Dao?" Murong Yan asked doubtfully, "Are you from Taiping Dao?"
The Taiping Taoist looked at the other person following the sound, hesitated for a moment, and muttered: "A blue dress, a mustache. Two pairs of jade hands, two snowy cheeks. Three questions will tell you about heaven and earth, three rebuke will tell you about the past and the present... Dare you ask this young man? , Gao’s surname is great!”
"I'm here, Murong Yan."
"It's really you!" The Taoist left his seat excitedly, knelt down and said, "Baoying meets the Immortal!"
Bai Feng was confused and said: "Old Taoist, what are you doing?"
The Taoist lowered his eyebrows, put his hands on the ground, and said with great respect: "It turns out that what the senior brother from the northwest said is true. Bao Ying is lucky enough to be immortal today. Please grant Bao Ying the secret of 'immortality'!"
Seeing Murong Yan suppressing a smile, she pretended to be serious and replied: "Get up! I'm here today to find someone, not to preach!"
"If you dare to ask the Immortal who he is looking for, if Baoying knows, he will definitely tell them all!"
"Shi Hongtu's son, Shi Renjie!"
"Ah!" Old Taoist Baoying hesitated for a moment and said, "I have always been in contact with Mr. Shi. He used to stay in Room B, and Baoying didn't know about the rest."
"Room No. B?" Bai Feng looked at his room, which happened to be Room No. A, adjacent to it.
Seeing that the matter was known, Murong Yan resigned and said, "Baoying, right? I hope to meet you again on the next day when I preach." After saying that, she took Bai Feng's hand and hurried back to the room.
Of the two "gongzi brothers", one burst into laughter after entering the room, while the other looked at each other in confusion. After a while, after the two of them sat down and settled down, Bai Feng told Murong Yan all the doubts in her heart. The latter also told the whole story once.
After Murong Yan escaped from her father, she had been dressing up in men's clothing for convenience and safety. One day, she met a Taoist priest in an inn who claimed to be the Heavenly Master of Taiping Dao. He was deceiving people and defrauding people of money. Seeing an injustice on the road, she designed a trap at the door of the inn, and predicted in public that whoever dared to step out would be met with bloody disaster. As a person who predicts ghosts and gods, the Heavenly Master will not just listen to other people's words. As a result, he is the first to suffer. Then, the Heavenly Master sincerely asked Murong Yan about her fate, and the girl told him about the image she saw using her "talent"...
"Perhaps what I saw came true later, right? Hehe." Murong Yan smiled and said, "Otherwise, how could the old Taoist worship me like this?"
"What exactly is the 'bloodline of witches'?" Bai Feng asked.
"I don't know either. I only know that you are the only one who can let me see the past, Brother Feng." The girl nodded and said shyly: "Only when you are with Brother Feng, those images of the future will not flash in your head. …”
After a while, the voices of a man and a woman came from the cubicle. The two people in the room pressed their ears to the earthen wall, eager to hear something. As Bai Feng expected, the trip tonight was fruitful.
"Bitch, besides me, who else wants to marry you? You actually told me that you won't come back again?"
"Honggu told me that people from the Shi family have already found their way here. I can't come here again, or I will be discovered!"
"How many doses does the old man have left?"
"Almost...will you keep your promise?"
"Of course! Xue'er, do you know how much I like you! I wish I could kill that old man right now, snatch you away, and make you the head wife of the Shi family..."
On this side of the wall are Bai Feng and Murong Yan.
"This woman's voice must be that of Mrs. Xun. But, the man... could it be Shi Renjie?" Murong Yan said in disbelief.
Bai Feng did not respond and continued to monitor.
"The group of people who came to check us have been sent to deal with it. Don't worry, they will be here with me tonight..."
The young man here asked in shock: "Could Brother Zhao and the others be in danger?"
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a woman who was ordered to greet the guests stared dumbfounded at the strange behavior of Bai Feng and Murong Yan there. In order to avoid suspicion and to be concerned about the safety of several people in the chamber of commerce, Bai Feng immediately gave the silver to the woman. He and Murong Yan immediately rushed back to the Shijia Chamber of Commerce.
