"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Seeing the thirteen shining flying knives in the young master's hand, they didn't react for a moment. They were stunned for a while before thundering applause broke out.
"It turns out that Young Master is the master!"
"I think this search for my father in Qianli has turned into a martial arts competition to recruit a bride. It would be safer and safer to get married first and let this young master with strong martial arts skills accompany me."
"Hey, those of you who are just watching the excitement don't mind it, but you also have to see if the human girl is willing to do it."
While everyone was joking, Xiao Ci quickly picked up the bamboo hat and handed it to the Xixuan crowd who were chatting away. She smiled sweetly and said, "Do you who have witnessed all this mean it? Maybe I can treat you to a wedding banquet in the future." Woolen cloth."
The onlookers were very fond of this smart, cute and knowledgeable little sister, and couldn't help but reach into their pockets to take out money.
Wujiang took off the black scarf and turned a deaf ear to the gossip, as if she had not heard it. Her eyes fell between the light and shadow of the slender fingers, as if she was thinking about something.
Xi Liu turned around and pulled out the seven flying knives on the wooden board, together with the thirteen in his hand, and presented them all in front of Wujiang, with a respectful and humble smile: "Thank you, Xiao Baihua, for showing mercy."
Faced with this man who always appeared unexpectedly and who inexplicably persisted in calling her Xiaobaihua, Wujiang was a little confused. He didn't seem to be hostile to her and always smiled at her, but that smile was equally unpredictable.
Laughter can easily confuse people and is an excellent way of concealment. As a child, she fell in love with a man's gentle and friendly smile, and her life of being trafficked began. What about this time? Could it be that there was something unusual about him that attracted his attention and investigation, and that led him to approach and test him again and again through such chance encounters?
Wujiang's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden commotion, and everyone onlookers also turned their attention to the end of the street. There, a group of people in official uniforms seemed to be searching for something. A few people caught behind them shouted loudly: "Unjust, wronged!"
"What happened?" the onlookers asked as they caught a man running over.
"Oh, I heard that Li Jingyu, the only son of the Minister of Justice, died suddenly last night. Now we are trying to catch the murderer. Everyone who came in contact with him will be taken back and tortured. If you have nothing to do, please stop hanging around outside and go home quickly. "
"Xiao Ci, let's go." Wujiang turned around and packed his things.
"You're back? Can you please allow me to go to your residence to ask for a cup of tea?" He smiled politely and gracefully, as if what he made was just a small and insignificant request.
But he was still ruthlessly rejected by Wujiang: "My house is simple and crude, and I'm afraid it's not suitable for my status as a young master, so I'll leave you alone."
Xiliu looked at the thin figure retreating across the hurried crowd. Yuxiao tapped his forehead lightly and murmured to himself: "Why are you resisting so much?"
Wujiang and Xiaoci avoided official duties and walked to a secluded place.
As he was walking, Xiaoci slowed down and raised his head, his eyes clear and bright: "Cuiyan, I woke up halfway through my sleep last night and found that you were not in the house."
"I did go look for him last night, but he was already dead when I arrived." Wujiang knew what she was going to ask and didn't hide it.
Hearing these words, Xiaoci's tense body finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
"What, are you afraid that I will kill someone?"
"I'm worried that you'll get into trouble. That Li Jingyu is a bad guy who deserved his death and should have died a long time ago. But it is said that the Ministry of Punishment is very powerful in investigating people. I'm worried..."
"A lot of troubles will come to you on their own. You can't avoid them even if you want to. There's no use worrying. It's hard to tell what happened this time." After saying this, Wujiang was afraid of scaring her, so he smiled and said, "Soldiers will cover up water and earth. Don't be afraid."
Her smile was never a sunny smile, but it was always soothing.
The two stopped talking about the matter after taking a detour from a quiet street to another crowded avenue. In the avenue, people are noisy, colorful, and filled with all kinds of flavors in the world. The smell of steaming meat from the steamed buns, the smell of the woman's delicate powder, and a hint of foreign fragrance suddenly drifted in among the various fragrances, very light and very light, but cold and overbearing. Wujiang looked back and saw a woman passing by her - a graceful and graceful figure, long hair as black as crow feathers, and a hat as white as falling snow that covered her waist. Although she couldn't see her appearance clearly, it made people think that she was an extremely beautiful woman.
"Xiao Ci, you go back first. I have something to deal with. Please be careful on the way."
Wujiang followed the veiled woman to an exquisite building, with three large golden characters hanging high between the flying eaves - Catkin Pavilion.
Her body is as flexible as a willow, and her life experience is as loose as catkins.
The first brothel in Xixuan.
A brothel is different from a brothel. It is not a simple flesh and blood business that ordinary people can get involved in. The women in the brothel are all good at singing and dancing, and are proficient in at least one of them: piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Only if you have enough money, enough power, or enough talent can you win the opportunity to recite poetry, drink tea, listen to the piano and watch dance with the girl you like. These people are usually dignitaries, men of letters, or heroes.
Inadvertently, Wujiang heard passers-by commenting: "Three months ago, Miss Yunluo came out with the song 'Ran Yunzhi Luo'. Her fame spread throughout the country overnight, and almost all the princes of Xixuangui came out. , they spent a lot of money to beg for an audience, but all of them failed. I heard that Miss Yunluo is going to perform a song on stage again tonight, so I have to go and see her no matter what."
Another person sighed: "Wanting to meet Miss Yunluo is not that simple. If you want to meet, you must first write a poem on the screen wall of the flag tower. The servant will show the poem to Miss Yunluo. After getting approval, you can proceed to the next step. In the round, Miss Yunluo appreciates talents across the curtain, tastes tea, appreciates paintings, appreciates flowers, and talks about poetry, and finally decides a winner. But don’t think that what will happen next, as long as Miss Yunluo says a word from behind the curtain. 'Young Master, it's late at night, please come back.' You can only stay informed, pretend to be very graceful and leave, and come back next time."
"It's worth it no matter how many times you fail. Miss Yunluo is more than just a qin. A month after she became famous for her qin skills, a limping wave dance fell from the sky on the Furong Stage, just like the mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens descending to earth. Liuxu Pavilion plays the qin. Linhua Tower is famous for its dancing skills, and the alluring dance of Miss Yunluo instantly made Linhua Tower's gates deserted. Liuxu Pavilion became the number one brothel in Xixuan that no one could shake. From then on, Lingbo Dance was also called Allure Dance.”
"It's a pity that Miss Yunluo appeared twice with her face covered in white gauze. It's hard to see her true face. So far, only one painter has seen her. However, the painted portraits were recalled urgently and all were destroyed. I haven't caught up yet. Have a look."
Wujiang listened to the story of "the two masters of piano and dance, the beauty crowning the capital", and inexplicably felt that the woman who just disappeared here with a white veil had a great relationship with the Liuxu Pavilion and the Luoyun girl.
She planned to go back, change into men's clothes, and visit the Liuxu Pavilion at night to meet the legendary Yunluo girl.
The search was over and the streets returned to normal. Wujiang was walking among the crowds and shops. Suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder. She instinctively wanted to hit back, but she held back at that moment. She turned back calmly. At the end of her sight, there was a slightly cold but still beautiful face. Her eyes showed unspeakable excitement and light. The moment she saw herself clearly, she showed an unbelievable expression. , she shouted happily: "Boundless!"
In this very short period of time, countless thoughts flashed through Wujiang. Who is this woman? Where did it come from? What does it have to do with yourself? Her happiness is so real and natural. She may have been a great friend who could tell her about her missing memories and past life. Should you respond? But once you respond, will you be dragged back to the past life track and face everything in the past? Is it really good to go back? Am I really a killer? Do I still want to continue my old life? Countless questions swirled around, but there was no time to think about it. This woman's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and it seemed that as long as there was a little hesitation, she would get a glimpse of the truth.
Thousands of thoughts turned into a faint smile at the corner of Wujiang's mouth in this unnoticed moment: "Girl, you have recognized the wrong person."
The woman's excitement and surprise disappeared in an instant, as if it had never happened before. Her eyes returned to dullness and alienation. She no longer asked, explored, or even questioned. She put down the hands on Wujiang's shoulders. Those hands were lean and slender, but they were not pretty. They were covered with hard calluses and vertical and horizontal scars.
"Sorry to bother you." She smiled.
"It doesn't matter." Wujiang turned and left.
The face behind her suddenly lost her smile. She looked at Wujiang's back slowly blending into the crowd, her eyes narrowed slightly, like an eagle chasing its prey.
In the study room of Dongchao Prince's Mansion, a candle was as bright as a bean. Su Mian sat alone in front of the case, frowning deeply as he read the secret letter Wu Ji sent back from Western Xinjiang.
"In Xixuan, I met a woman who looked like Wujiang, but she denied it. Wuji is suspicious and needs to be investigated. Her return will be delayed and she will be punished by the young master after she returns."
After Su Mian finished reading, he burned the secret letter.
He once objected to Wu Ji's search for Wujiang. Later, due to changes in his deployment in Western Xinjiang, Wu Ji asked for help. He knew that she was going to find out about Wujiang, and he had no intention of sending her there.
She should know that there are indeed people in the world who are not related by blood but look very similar or even the same. In order to carry out a mission, they spent a year finding three pairs of people who looked the same but had no relationship at all. Maybe that person just happened to look like Wujiang. What Wuji should know, he should know too.
But in my heart, I was secretly hoping that this was not the case.
"Boundless." He couldn't help but blurt out. This is the name he gave her, the person he trained with his own hands, smart and considerate, proud and strong.
It's a pity, it's such a pity.
