(3)
"Master? Master... Master!" The tired young man held the Longming Sword tightly in his left hand, leaned against Murong Yan's fragrant shoulder, and kept muttering.
"Brother Feng?" Murong Yan immediately put down the book she had been reading with great interest just now, and raised her hand to touch the other person slightly. Unexpectedly, the next moment was as thrilling as a sudden storm.
Bai Feng suddenly drew his sword and stood up. His movement of swinging the sword forward forced Murong Yan to flip over and lie on her side on the bench. The book she had been studying for a long time also fell to the ground. At the same time, the sound of swords rippled, and the other people in shock also turned their eyes here, thinking that Bai Feng suddenly went crazy.
"Brother Feng?" Murong Yan's second slightly frightened call made Bai Feng open her eyes and see the person in front of her clearly.
When the young man saw that he was pointing the sword at the opponent, he immediately showed a look of disbelief. He immediately threw the Longming Sword aside and stood in a daze in the distance for a long time.
Murong Yan saw that he seemed ashamed, so she walked away and asked: "What's going on?" After saying that, she snuggled into the other person's arms and hugged him tightly, as if he had just waved a sword to each other. The things mentioned have never happened at all. Or maybe it comes from the absolute trust in Murong Yan's heart: she will never believe that Bai Feng will do anything to harm herself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you, right?" Bai Feng was in shock, breathing heavily, and spoke like a puppet, staring into nothingness.
Zhao Kuo, who was driving, quickly stopped his whip and came to the carriage to ask about the situation: "Brother Bai, what's going on with you? You really scared everyone!"
"Yeah...Looking at that posture, could it be that he really wants to kill Sister Murong..." There were tears in Zhao Xiaomei's eyes, and she was obviously really frightened.
"I... had a dream... that happened when the master passed away. After the master died, I couldn't accept it, so I stayed outside the house for about half a stick of incense - dancing wildly with the sword in my hand... until In the end, I fainted and collapsed from exhaustion..." Bai Feng recalled vaguely and feebly.
Ajuan then said in agreement: "That's why Mr. Bai suddenly drew his sword... There is some mint grass here in the slave family. Mr. Bai, can you put a few slices in your mouth and hold it? This will have a miraculous effect on calming the mind."
Bai Feng accepted Ajuan's kindness and took the mint grass in her mouth. Zhao Kuo greeted a few more words and said, "It'll be fine. Not long ago, not long after I first met Brother Bai, Brother Bai also encountered a similar thing. Alas, Brother Bai is really plagued by nightmares. You need to find a good doctor to treat this disease! Anyway, the Chicken Cing Station is coming soon, let's take a good rest there, shall we?" After saying this, when Bai Feng nodded in thanks, Zhao Kuo went back to drive his horse on his way with peace of mind.
Zhao Xiaomei looked at the young man she had longed for in her heart, and suddenly understood: when they were in Jiangzhou, Zhao Kuo ordered her little sister to follow Bai Feng to find Murong Yan. If Murong Yan had a serious condition at that time, and Bai Feng was alone... the younger sister didn't dare to think about it. There was also the matter of why she should accompany him instead of Zhao Kuo himself. After she witnessed the intimate care between the couple in front of her, she also understood her brother's intention.
"Perhaps my brother has already discovered that the person I like has always been..." The little sister thought for a moment and was stopped by the woman in front of her.
Murong Yan suddenly sat next to her little sister and said, "Little sister, can you say something to Brother Feng? And Ajuan too! Just chatting casually can help him recover faster. In this way, I can go easily Among the piles of books left by Mr. Qian, look for the "Records of Local Customs and Objects" he left behind."
The little girl nodded in agreement, glanced at the depressed Bai Feng, and said shyly: "Okay..."
"Of course! I have been holding back my words for a long time!" Ajuan also agreed with a bit of heroism.
After the three girls responded to each other, they spent the rest of their time separately.
The little girl lowered her eyebrows slightly and clasped her hands coyly. She seemed to have been thinking for a long time, and then she asked Bai Feng, "Mr. Bai! You... what on earth did you and Sister Murong do that night?"
"When?"
"After the interrogation of the 'Three Swallow Heroes' was completed that day, the two of you followed Mr. Yang into the back hall and returned to the inn very late..."
Bai Feng held up the back of his hand, dragged his chin for a few times, and recalled: "We just went to tell Mr. Yang that if we return to Yangcheng and have no place to stay, we can go to Yangshan Mountain and find a bamboo hut. It's the place where I used to live. Moreover, Sister Chun's tomb is also there..."
"It's me, it's me!" Before the little girl could finish her expression of realization, Ajuan couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Bai, how did you and Miss Murong get along so well?"
"This...this...it's a long story...haha." Bai Feng glanced shyly at Murong Yan over there. At this time, she happened to find what she was looking for and returned to Bai Feng. I sat down and casually turned through a few pages of "Feng Wu Zhi" in my hand.
"Yan'er, have you found it?" Bai Feng asked with ulterior motives: "Has any of us been to this place before? If not, it is better to understand the customs of Jimingyi first."
Ajuan seemed to have seen through the young man's intention, and suddenly said angrily: "Mr. Bai, you haven't answered my question yet!"
"What's the problem?" Murong Yan frowned, looking at Bai Feng and then at Ajuan as if she was thirsty for knowledge.
Bai Feng shook his head repeatedly and said: "No... let's talk about business!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ajuan was about to show off, but he only asked the little girl on the side to stop. Before he could get angry, he was dragged back to his seat. , had to sit quietly.
"Okay." Murong Yan said, then looked at the classics in her hand and said, "Chimingyi Station is connected to Beizhen at the top, Nanman Land at the bottom, border land to the west, and Qihuang City to the east. It is an important land transportation center. It has always been a battleground for military strategists and a place for merchants to circulate. People are confused and civilians are mixed. Its customs favor merchants, benevolent and hypocritical, and value wealth..."
"That means there are a lot of scammers here?" the little girl said immediately.
Bai Feng replied: "Anyway, we need to be careful. We must not get separated easily and act alone."
As everyone talked, they unknowingly arrived at a densely populated place. The vast green fields on both sides of the carriage gradually turned into merchants and dealers shouting and selling, warriors walking around carrying weapons, and rickshaws and horse-drawn carriages carrying people and goods. The sand is full of criss-crossed footprints and ruts; the ears are filled with complicated sounds whose specific content cannot be distinguished. On the way into the city, there was no break.
