Later, Mrs. Qin found out that her husband was living and drinking without her back, and had countless lovers outside her. She felt that she did not need to keep her duty for such a man who was not loyal to her.
Since men can go out and drink and hang out among the flowers, why can't she? So he finally hooked up with the housekeeper Wen Yunchao.
In order to facilitate a private meeting with Wen Yunchao, Mrs. Qin simply took advantage of the rumor that the fourth lady's unjust soul had taken her life, and began to pretend to be a ghost. She beat wooden fish in the room every night and recited scriptures to exorcise ghosts, which made Li Shi famous.
I really thought that my wife was killed by some injustice spirit. Later, Mrs. Qin said that if she wanted to suppress Li Lanyu's injustice spirit, she needed to build a nunnery and enshrine a statue to suppress it.
Li Shifeng agreed and later built Luluo Nunnery for her.
Then, Mrs. Qin moved to Luluo An as a matter of course. From then on, Master Li also had the opportunity to blatantly flirt with women. She and Wen Yunchao had trysts night after night, and they were affectionate.
Ye Zhenfeng didn't expect that Mrs. Qin and Butler Wen had such a relationship, and secretly laughed in his heart that these couples really did their own thing.
Before Mrs. Qin left, she promised Wen Yunchao that she would find a way to save him from leaving. After wiping away her tears, she returned to her hard-hearted appearance and turned around to leave.
Tinglan had already been waiting respectfully outside the door, and then silently followed her away like a shadow.
The two of them walked in the plum garden, their feet stepping on the snow, taking each step deeper and shallower, silently, each thinking about his own thoughts.
Tinglan looked at Mrs. Qin's back, and her cold eyes suddenly showed ripples. He reached out and clenched his fists, and the veins on his neck bulged slightly.
Mrs. Qin walked to the sedan waiting in front, turned around and said to him: "Tinglan, you stay at Baiyu Villa tonight, and come and tell me if there is any trouble. Wen Yunchao cannot die. You must protect his life for me." !”
"yes!"
Tinglan was like a black shadow, sinking in the black night. Mrs. Qin could not see his expression at this moment because he always wore that cold iron mask. When he lowered his head, the murderous aura in his eyes was completely hidden.
When the sedan chair was far away, Tinglan's trembling body finally fell to his knees uncontrollably. He dug his hands deeply into the snow, grabbed a handful of white snow, and raised his head to go out.
"Mrs. Qin, I never understood why you did that to me...That's it! That's it!"
Tinglan looked up at the bright moon covered by dark clouds in the sky, hazy, as if he had lived a miserable life without seeing the light.
"What you owe me, I will eventually make you repay!" He reached out and clenched his fist, and slowly took off the face wearing the iron mask.
Under that mask was a burned face.
Tinglan, who was a guard back then, was teased by other guards. They took away the iron mask he wore on his face. Li Qingcheng happened to be passing by and saw his ferocious face, and he collapsed to the ground in fear.
This terrifying face gave Li Qingcheng nightmares for several nights, so he was unable to get close to Tinglan from beginning to end.
Inside the hut, the lights are brightly lit.
The carving knife slowly scratched the curly wood chips, and the wood chips were scattered on the ground like white snow.
The puppet master Tie Muyun sat by the stove carving the ball in his hand, while the master Wuhen in blue was drinking hot wine while looking at the snowy scene outside the window.
"Master, my disciple is really clumsy. I have never learned the flying Penglai you taught me! This is a crafty ball I carved using the Feitian Penglai technique. Master, can you give me some advice?"
Tie Muyun handed the ghost ball in his hand to Mr. Wuhen, with a warm smile on his face, revealing two canine teeth, and smiled innocently.
Mr. Wuhen took the ghost work ball he handed him and raised his head and laughed loudly: "Muyun, you have done a good job. You are really better than your master. Master, I'm afraid there is nothing left to teach you!"
When Tie Muyun was praised by his master, he lowered his head and smiled shyly. He said, "Master is joking. My disciple can't carve the innermost layer of flowers. Can master help me finish it?"
After speaking, he handed over the carving knife in his hand.
The Wuhen Master was startled, shook the wine bottle in his hand and said: "Hahaha! Mu Yun! Master drank too much wine tonight, and his head is dizzy and his hands are shaking. How do you ask Master to help you carve it?" ?”
Tie Muyun still had an innocent smile on his face. Perhaps only in front of his master would he show such an innocent smile like a child. He said, "That's right, my disciple is confused."
He looked at the carving knife in his hand, showed his white teeth, smiled at Master Wuhen, and said: "Master, every year when we meet, you will give a gift as a birthday gift to your disciple. Do you still remember? ? This carving knife was given to me by you when my disciple was thirteen years old. I wonder what gift you are going to give me this year?"
Young Master Wuhen reached out and patted his forehead, and said with a crooked smile: "Master was careless. Due to some accidents, Master broke the appointment temporarily, so he forgot to buy you this year's birthday gift."
Tie Muyun was still smiling at Master Wuhen, his amber eyes looked strange under the light, as if he wanted to swallow his master.
Young Master Wuhen felt that he was so scared that he was looking at him. He hurriedly pretended to be drunk and got up, staggering a few steps: "Muyun, Master may have drunk too much and just feels a little dizzy. Let's go back to the room to rest first. This is your birthday gift , Master will definitely prepare it before he leaves!"
"Thank you Master!"
Tie Muyun stepped forward to help the staggering Master Wuhen, held his right hand with both hands, and looked up at him blankly.
Mr. Wuhen was stunned for a moment, then stood firm and said, "Uh... Mu Yun... what's wrong?"
Tie Muyun looked up at him, put his right hand on her cheek, rubbed his gentle palm against her face, and said reluctantly: "Because Muyun is no longer a person." I’m a child now, so Master doesn’t reach out to touch my face anymore?”
Master Wuhen paused, not only because he was drunk, but also because he felt something strange. His face turned red. He smiled, raised his right hand, rubbed Tie Muyun's head, and said softly: "Muyun is already a little boy." Now that you are an adult, how can Master still treat you like a child? But when you grow up, you will have a lot of worries! In the future, you will have to stand alone in the world and become the real master of Cup Wine Villa!"
"Master, do you want me to become the master of Beijiu Villa?"
"Hahaha! This is natural. The disciples taught by my Master Wuhen must not be wimps! Master is looking forward to the day when you become the master of Cup Wine Villa!"
"good!"
Tie Muyun nodded and reluctantly watched Mr. Wuhen leave. As he went further and further away, the warm smile in his eyes slowly became colder and colder, and finally revealed an endless chill.
He turned to look at the carving knife on the table, then drove the wheelchair over and inserted the carving knife into the table with a ferocious murderous look on his face.
Mr. Wuhen did not go back to his room, but went straight to Li Shifeng's room.
"Why are you here?" Li Shifeng was sitting at the table drinking tea and looked up at Mr. Wuhen.
Young Master Wuhen sat down angrily, picked up the tea that Li Shifeng held over him, and drank a gulp of it, as if he had been frightened by something and wanted to use tea to calm down the shock.
Seeing his nervous look, Li Shifeng frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"
Mr. Wuhen touched his mouth with his sleeve and said, "There's something wrong with that boy Tie Muyun!"
"What do you mean?" Li Shifeng looked at him nervously.
Mr. Wuhen frowned and said, "He... seems to be testing me!"
"Try... to test you? No way, he is just a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old kid, how can he be so smart and see the flaws?" After saying that, both hands??????????????? He stared straight at Master Wuhen's face and looked at it carefully.
Mr. Wuhen said: "My face-changing skills are unparalleled in the world. Even the most experienced masters in the world can't see it. You don't need to look at it!"
After Mr. Wuhen finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled off a thin piece of human skin from his face, revealing a face that was completely different from Mr. Wuhen.
The strange man in front of me, named Baimianyanjun, is a well-known disguise master in the world. The fake face he made is absolutely impossible for anyone to spot.
Even if he is drunk, his face can still show a blush, and it is as lifelike as a real person's face! He was the one Li Shifeng was forced to find to resolve the crisis.
In front of everyone that day, Li Shifeng was in a dilemma. He didn't even know about the removal of Master Wuhen, and he didn't know where the wandering ranger had gone. But without Master Wuhen, he couldn't determine the authenticity of the half-faced Rakshasa. Everyone in the world He stared at him eagerly, as if he wanted to eat him.
So he hatched a vicious plan, asking Lord Bai Mianyan to pretend to be Prince Wuhen to resolve the crisis, and then lie to everyone that the recovered half-faced Rakshasa was fake, so that everyone could stop talking.
No one would be interested in a fake half-faced Rakshasa. They had several opportunities to collect the half-faced Rakshasa at the White Jade Villa, and the secret of "The Soul Guide" was only available to him.
If Mr. Wuhen appears in the future, the worst he can do is kill him and nothing will happen.
They had planned well, but Baimianyanjun said that Tie Muyun might have doubted his identity.
Li Shifeng was puzzled. Tie Muyun was just a child. Is he really so smart that he could see through Baimenyanjun's disguise technique?
He thought about it again and thought it was unlikely, and said: "Then Tie Muyun and Mr. Wuhen only meet once a year. Even if they meet every day, it is impossible to tell whether they are genuine or not. Do you think he doubts you?"
Baimianyanjun narrowed his eyes and said with a worried look on his face: "That little guy just asked me to carve a ghost ball. I feel like he is testing me! If I am really Mr. Wuhen, I must be good at it. The art of carving, but after all, I am not that Mr. Wuhen, how can I know the art of carving!"
