That night.
The evening breeze blew, and colorful lanterns were hung on the boat, but it was less extravagant than in the past.
This is the sixth day of intermission for heavenly beings.
Many tourists come here in high spirits and return disappointed.
The news that Mr. Zheng of the Zheng family was imprisoned has spread a lot, and even the people on the streets are spreading many rumors.
But somehow, most of the Zheng family's properties are still operating normally, and there is no sign that the Zheng family is about to be ransacked.
Zheng Xiu used the darkness of night to secretly summon the evil boy's incarnation.
Pull open the fine steel fence forcefully and return to its original shape.
He jumped off a tall building and landed on the ground in a cut.
When he landed, his almost transparent body flashed into the alley, passed through several walls and reached other people's courtyards.
A few dogs barked in the process. The young woman who was bathing shakily in the flower petal bucket thought that a thief had broken in by mistake. She panicked and went out to check, wrapped in a silk scarf. She found that there was no one in the courtyard. She blushed and cursed twice, which was a false alarm. But later , and a bit inexplicably lost.
During this trip, Zheng Xiu slightly adjusted the characteristics of the evil boy.
Disable [Provocation] and install [Invisibility].
While [Invisibility] is in effect, some faint "dark areas" will appear in the field of vision, and at the same time, the presence of the avatar can be eliminated to a small extent.
Although it is not obvious, Zheng Xiu believes that as the level of traits increases, there will be qualitative changes.
Nowadays, the realm of [Anonymous] is still "a little understanding of the surface".
When Zheng Xiu discovered that traits could also be equipped on magic weapons, he had to start using liver skills.
The effect of [Stealth] combined with [Purgatory] is not difficult to guess, the invisible knife.
Unexpectedly, the good family was shocked. The young man was walking on the street with the lanterns lit up. Various lanterns were hung up, giving him a festive atmosphere to welcome the New Year.
The street performers perform tricks, blow fire, change faces, and smash rocks, while passers-by cheer.
In the teahouse, the storyteller's voice was high and low, and the teagoers clapped their hands and rewarded them with money.
Young ladies in silk robes were invited for a night walk. They covered their faces with gauze scarves, wore gold and silver, and snickered and whispered.
Young masters have drums on their waists, listen to music in brothels, visit prostitutes in literature and martial arts, it's so fun.
Zheng Xiu walked through the crowd all the way, secretly wondering about the magic of the world.
Daqi is hidden in the city. I don't know how many people from all walks of life have seen the door, and how many people have mastered thaumaturgy?
Zheng Xiu was watching the market and suddenly had a strange idea.
Is there a possibility that Menjing was born not because he rescued Feng Bei? It's that the magic of the door path already exists, but it's hidden too deep, hidden among the people in the city, and no one has ever exposed it.
However, Zheng Xiu had no way to confirm this.
Walking on the road, there was a Zheng driver with sharp eyes. He saw the young master who was as dazzling as a firefly among the crowds of people. He pulled the cart to Zheng Xiu and whispered: "Master, please get in the car."
"good."
Zheng Xiu did not refuse and got on the bicycle.
He walks steadily and pulls a rickshaw as if he were walking on flat ground. He is obviously not an ordinary person.
He whistled several times. At first Zheng Xiu thought he was conveying news to others, but unexpectedly the whistle meant: Boss Qing is looking for you.
Zheng Xiu nodded: "I understand."
Sit in the car.
Zheng Xiu was a little curious and a little bored. He couldn't help but blow a few words and asked the coachman: "Who is in the door?"
The coachman laughed and boasted: The young master is wise, this is just the first glimpse of the door!
Zheng Xiu boasted again: Brotherhood?
The coachman said: Don't you dare! Omniscient!
Zheng Xiu did not delve into the other party's methods and rules.
There were no words on the road.
Zheng Xiu watched the world with interest.
He didn't know it before, but after he knew that thaumaturgy was hidden in the world, he looked around curiously, speculating that those who practiced thaumaturgy might be thaumaturgis and what their strange abilities would be.
Half an hour later, the cyclist safely delivered Zheng Xiu to the door of Zheng's house.
Before traveling, Zheng Xiu had an ominous premonition.
He glanced at the location of [Inn Fengbei] in his mental prison.
It seemed like she hadn't moved even an inch since last night.
really.
Zheng Xiu got out of the car and saw this scene.
Feng Bei was dressed in black, his clothes were half wet as the snow melted and turned into ice water. There were a few drops of dew on Feng Bei's hair, motionless, leaning against the precious gold-inlaid stone lion at the door of Zheng's house.
Zheng Xiu stepped forward, a little heartbroken, but also felt that Feng Bei was a fool, so he couldn't help but said from a distance: "Sister Feng Bei, couldn't you have been here all day?"
Looking up, in the night, on the rooftop in the distance, there was a faint figure of a night guard lurking.
The Zheng family is still being watched.
Because of Feng Bei's presence, not even a raven was seen in the sky above the Zheng family. They were all scared away by Feng Bei's alien aura.
When Feng Bei saw the boy panting all the way and trotting over, with an unintentionally accusing look on his face, he loosened his clenched fists a little and nodded: "I've been waiting all day."
Feng Bei was a little angry at first because the boy disappeared after playing scheming last night, but when he thought that the boy's deafness was to save Yue Yan and the two from the ghosts in the Xiangu Temple, most of his anger was gone, and he felt more distressed and self-blame. As soon as she finished speaking, she laughed to herself, pointed to her ear, and then pointed in another direction.
The direction she pointed was the residence of the living dead Situ Yong.
The gestures are saying: I will take you to treat your ears.
"No need, it's cured." Zheng Xiu smiled, showing two cute little tiger teeth.
"Cure?" Feng Bei looked surprised: "Who cured it?"
"Secret! Hee hee!"
After answering these questions, Feng Bei knew that his ears were really cured.
Taking a deep look at the child, Feng Bei knew that there were many secrets hidden in the child's heart. Even the thing that Feng Bei cared about the most must be hidden in the boy's heart.
Since the boy mysteriously disappeared in the Zheng family's house, Feng Bei honestly paid for the two doors, apologized sincerely to Zheng Erniang, and stood guard at the door.
She didn't know where Zheng Xiu had gone, but after thinking about it, she realized that even though he ran away, he would eventually come back here.
Sure enough, she squatted down.
But what about after squatting?
Feng Bei originally had thousands of questions.
The words came to his lips, but Feng Bei didn't know how to ask.
Asking is the real problem.
If the young man answers yes, what should she do? If the answer is no, will she believe it?
So, the answer is actually not important at all.
Feng Bei decided that she would use her own eyes to confirm this matter and put an end to something that had troubled her over the years.
But in fact, what even Feng Bei herself didn't realize was that she herself might not have thought about this matter.
Worrying about something on your mind is called something on your mind. Once it is over, can it still be called something on your mind?
At that time, what else can she hold in her heart?
Feng Bei, who was worried, stayed on the spot, speechless for a moment.
Zheng Xiu took a picture of the front door of his home, his childlike voice was a bit domineering and arrogant, as if he were a young master from a rich family.
"I'm back! Open the door quickly!"
The person who went out to greet the young master was Zhizhi. She was just about to call him enthusiastically, but when she saw Feng Bei beside her, she was speechless.
"Come in!"
Zheng Xiu waved to Fengbei.
Feng Bei was slightly startled: "Me?"
"Otherwise? It's freezing cold, but you're not cold when you stand outside? Look at your clothes, what will you do if you get caught in the wind and cold? I'll have someone boil a bucket of hot water for you, take a bath to keep the cold away, and dry your clothes." Zheng Xiu asked back.
Feng Bei first shook her head and said it was not cold, but the word "wind cold" mentioned by Zheng Xiu suddenly reminded her of the cause of her mother's death twenty years ago, and she fell silent.
As soon as Zheng Xiu spoke, he felt as if he had said something he shouldn't have said. He turned away and pretended to be a child: "Humph! Sister Fengbei, if you don't come in and sit down, you don't want to. If you ask me anything in the future, I won't say anything." Right?"
This is the advantage of the vest.
Any pretense can be forgiven as long as the true identity is not exposed.
Feng Bei hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Ye Weiyang, string three, Feng Bei, excuse me."
Zheng Xiu had other intentions when he let Feng Bei into his house.
He wanted to find out the news about Ye Weiyang from Feng Bei.
But it's not good to be too abrupt. You can only build a good relationship first.
Feng Bei obviously doesn't care about money, so what does she care about?
Mr. Zheng began to think about the problem with the mentality of how to collect wool.
"By the way, Sister Fengbei, where do you live?"
At the door, Zheng Xiu chatted with Feng Bei.
Zhizhi leads the way, with light steps and ears pricked up.
Zheng Xiu followed Zhizhi, followed by Fengbei, and stepped across the threshold of Zheng's house.
"Outside the city, ten miles away, on the cliff."
Feng Bei replied.
"So far? Do you want to stay here for the night? There are many empty rooms."
Zheng Xiu turned around and invited him warmly.
Feng Bei was surprised and fell into silence.
"……good."
Snap.
Outside the Zheng family.
Not far away, on the roof.
A night guard who had been monitoring the Zheng family made a strange noise in his jaw and found it difficult to close it.
He patted his companion beside him and found that he had no reaction. When he looked back, he saw that the expression of his companion Night Guard was the same as his.
Everyone was shocked.
The two made gestures.
"Just now...Master Shangxuansan, did you go in?"
"Did you see it too?"
"Saw!"
"Do you want to report this?"
"Report, report, report to whom?"
The two looked at each other.
Under the influence of Feng Bei's aura, the flock of ravens hovering over Zheng's house dispersed one after another, and their feathers dropped in panic.
"Perhaps Master Shangxian San is going deep into the Zheng family and wants to find out information?"
"It must be so!"
"It seems that Mr. Shangxuan San is going to spend the night?"
"As expected of Lord Shangxuan San!"
There was news that San Fengbei was going to spend the night at Zheng's house tonight.
Like wings, it spreads through the night.
The night guards ran along the edge of the roof tiles, passing by with their hand gestures flying.
Most of them talk about this matter.
That's why it spread so fast.
In the backyard of Zheng's Buzhuang, one of the twenty-eight constellations, Yue Yan is rushing to make new clothes.
Yueyan is her identity in Ye Weiyang, but on the surface, she is still Xi'er, the chief dressmaker of Zheng's cloth shop.
Late at night, Yue Yan was thinking about new clothes styles.
Last year on this day, at Zheng Xiu’s reminder, Yue Yan’s sexy hollow bellyband caused an uproar among the ladies in the city.
Many ladies quietly reported back that the gentlemen who had not watered their fields for a long time were interested in plowing their fields again.
The popularity of new clothing styles made Yueyan realize her thoughts on the spot and open a new door.
Since Zheng Xiu was imprisoned, the master has not visited Buzhuang for more than a month, which has put Yue Yan's spiritual practice into a bottleneck.
There were stars outside the house, it was freezing cold, and the moonlight was cold.
Opening the window, Yue Yan, who had just spent a lot of time writing the case, was a little annoyed.
At this time, I looked up and saw several night guards running on the eaves, preparing to change shifts.
The gestures made by the night guards made Yue Yan's eyes widen suddenly.
"Isn't that Feng Bei a solitary person who avoids contact with others? Why did he spend the night at Zheng's house?"
