Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

In the teahouse, everyone looked excitedly at the girl sitting in front of the window. They saw that her black hair was like a waterfall, her face was as bright as the moon, and she was wearing a very plain jacket and underskirt. The style was not that of Jiangnan. Jing Jing Sitting there quietly, all the things he threw out were priceless pearls and jade.

There has not been such a sensational incident in Qiantang for so many years.

The craftsmen who could play and sing from three streets away came after hearing the news and crowded in front of the small teahouse. They wanted to sing for the girl, but looking at her beautiful face, they felt a little ashamed of themselves and did not dare to speak loudly. , for fear of frightening this girl.

"This jade is priceless. It doesn't look like a folk style, but looks like something from Shengjing."

"Brother, if you put it this way, the totem on this jade is clearly the national surname..."

"Look quickly and see if there are any marks on the pearl. Don't tell me that the thieves who stole it from the palace used these valuables to sell off their stolen goods."

"Brother, you look like a pig's head, and what you say is very pig-like. Have you ever seen such a beautiful gangster? Have you ever seen a gangster selling stolen goods in a teahouse in broad daylight? Even if the rewards this lady gives are all things from the palace, then what? He is also a noble person from the palace..."

"That's right, that girl is sitting there quietly. Even Zhang Juren doesn't dare to come forward and talk to her."

Zhang Juren is a frequent visitor to the teahouse. He usually likes to meddle in other people's business. If someone's chicken is stolen and the meat is short of a tael, Zhang Juren will take care of it because he is a judge in the Xingde period and has also been involved in it. After several years of experience in the officialdom, he was later demoted because he offended the powerful, so he became an idle teacher. However, the neighbors gave him great respect and respectfully called him "Master Juren".

Zhang Juren couldn't help but smile bitterly as he listened to the discussions among the tea guests. He wanted to go up and strike up a conversation, but this girl was surrounded by a layer of cold intimidation, and wherever her black eyes touched, she made people stay silent.

He had also seen the majesty of the emperor, and had seen the flash of swords in the officialdom, but in front of this girl, he did not dare to go forward and disturb her purity.

The extremely superior physical beauty, the nobility of jewels and jade, and the indifferent posture are all intimidating.

The snow outside the window is falling harder and harder, and soon the house and the ground are covered with a layer of white snow. The branches and buds of the trees on the street are covered with a thin layer of rime. In the tea house, the charcoal fire in the small stove is burning sizzlingly. , the boiling water roared "gurgling", and the singing grandfather and grandson had already changed three Jiangnan minor tunes and another one from southern Xinjiang.

Ming Ge took a sip of tea with his eyes lowered, and his eyelashes fell on the snow-white skin, casting a dark shadow. They made several mistakes in singing this song. This is not how southern Xinjiang minor tunes are sung.

She sighed lowly and looked out the window. The streets were quiet, and even the teahouse suddenly became quiet.

The Feng family's escorts were guarding the tea house in darkness. The cold iron swords were three points colder than snowflakes. The tea guests looked at the young man from aristocratic family who came in at the head of the tea house in silence. He was tall and tall, with a face as handsome as jade. , a pair of dark eyes, like the water of Qiantang in winter, unfathomable.

The noble man untied his crane cloak covered with falling snow, dispersed the cold air from his body, and then went up to the second floor and walked to the girl.

Everyone held their breath when they saw that the man just shook off his pure black crane cloak, put it on the girl, leaned over and said in a low voice: "It's time to go home, Yue Ya'er."

The gorgeous black crane cloak wrapped the girl tightly, and the man's tall body blocked all the sight. In the corner of the window sill, it was like a world impervious to wind and snow.

Liu Shui's escort entered the tea house, and the tea patrons did not dare to look any further and all bowed their heads.

Ming Ge knew it was him. He had the poison she planted on his body and could sense it from miles away. But she didn't expect that he would come to find him. He was such a proud son of a family, he would not bow his head even if he apologized, but just silently said it at night. Why did he come to her with a gift of apology? Why him and not someone else?

Mingge returned her gaze and raised her eyes to look at him. The crane cloak on her body still carried his body temperature. He was too tall, so she only saw his superior jawline and broad chest.

She closed her eyes, leaned her face gently on his chest, and said aggrievedly: "It's snowing."

"Yes." Feng Mianzhou responded in a low voice, calm and steady, with no emotion at all.

"So, why did you come?"

She walked most of Qiantang to get her grandma's old things and listened to four pieces of music in the teahouse before he found them.

Feng Mianzhou looked at the aggrieved girl from Dayue Kingdom, raised his big palm, gently touched her hair, and said in a low voice: "I won't do it next time."

"I won't let you down."

He added in a low voice.

Ming Ge's eyes were filled with mist for a moment, and he suddenly felt why his mother-in-law missed the years in the south of the Yangtze River. Dayue Country was very nice and beautiful, and the days in the mountains were also very pure, but it was too quiet, and every day was as long as a year. It was not like The days at the foot of the mountain are noisy and bustling, people have bad and good hearts, there are seventy, eighty or ninety kinds of wine, the pear blossoms bloom every year, and you can meet people to drink with. No wonder the descendants of Dayue Kingdom have to join the world before they can be born. .

Only by walking in the flashy mortal world and seeing the warmth and coldness of the world can we maintain the purity of the mountains.

Her nose twitched and she said softly: "Feng Mianzhou, I will miss you in the future."

Even before they were separated, I already started to miss them.

Her voice was very soft, but the ears of the family were so sensitive that they could hear every word clearly. Feng Mianzhou froze his palms and said for a long time: "I will take you back to the inn."

Ming Ge nodded, put on his hood, and then saw him reaching out his hand and holding her wrist firmly.

"It's snowing and the roads are slippery."

"Oh."

She thought for a moment and nodded quietly. Feng Mianzhou held her wrist and led her out of the teahouse and into the heavy snow.

Feng San and others exchanged all the pearls that Ming Ge had thrown away with money for them.

When the tea guests saw them in their splendid clothes and iron swords, and with a murderous aura, and some recognized them as distinguished guests of the Su family, they dared to steal Ming Ge's pearls, so they took them out one after another, carefully took the money, and waited for the guards who were like a tidal wave of darkness. The team disappeared into the teahouse, and everyone gasped hard.

He actually gave them so much money!

The style of a wealthy family is extraordinary!

rich! So rich!

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"I heard that it has not snowed in Qiantang for ten years. It started snowing heavily as soon as Mr. Lang came. It was very strange." Butler Zhao came back from outside and brought a letter from Feng Xiaolian and news from Gusu Lin. He was shocked to learn that Feng Mianzhou had mobilized all the bright and secret guards in Qiantang to find Ming Ge.

"How's it going, girl?"

After Feng Mianzhou finished reading all the letters brought back by Butler Zhao, his dark eyes darkened slightly and he said, "I have already fallen asleep."

Ming Ge fell asleep when he came back, which was very unusual. He waited until she fell asleep and arranged people around the inn before returning to the room.

"If there is another time when someone disappears and you don't notice it, let Feng San go to the Discipline Hall to receive his punishment."

Feng San lowered his head, almost humbled into the dust.

Who would have thought that the girl would disappear quietly in the inn?

They only cared about guarding against outsiders, but did not realize that one of their own had disappeared.

Uncle Zhao saw the anger on Feng Mianzhou's eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Lang Jun, I can't blame the guards for this. The girl has some abilities. If she wants to leave, even Lang Jun will have to take Baiba with her." It would take ten guards to stop him.

If not, how could Lang Jun be saved? "

Housekeeper Zhao's eyes were acquired through experience, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had tempered the poison. Lady Yue was not one of those pampered noble ladies, she was someone who could protect Prince Zhaohe from surviving in the hands of a dead man.

Feng Mianzhou didn't speak. Rather than blaming his subordinates for their poor protection, he actually blamed himself. Ming Ge left without saying a word and disappeared in Qiantang City for half a day. No one knew her whereabouts. If she hadn't spent a lot of money in the teahouse, , I'm afraid they still can't find it.

She doesn't trust him.

She had another purpose for going down the mountain.

Feng Mianzhou pursed his lips, thinking of the Ming Ge he saw in the teahouse and the old colored cloth bag in her hand, a gloomy feeling appeared in his heart.

She had secrets she was hiding from him.

"Is there any movement from Su's side?"

Feng San said in a muffled voice: "Back to Lang Jun, there is no movement in the Su family. They just resigned from the post of manager Zheng. The government office sent someone here earlier to see Lang Jun, but I turned him away."

The government office knew Feng Mianzhou's identity and did not dare to neglect at all. They directly investigated Zheng Yi's affairs. The crimes Zheng Yi had committed over the years were enough to cut off ten heads. They directly collected the evidence and sentenced him to a long life. Later, he asked and chopped.

The speed is so fast that it can be called a miracle.

"Also, the female shopkeeper of the wine shop took back the marriage certificate from my brother and sister-in-law and said that she would leave Qiantang overnight. The female shopkeeper wanted to come to thank my wife, but I turned her back."

Feng Mianzhou: "Well, don't bother Ming Ge with such trivial matters in the future."

His eyes were heavy. Whether it was the government office, Zheng Yiqiu's enquiry, or the female shopkeeper whom he met by chance, these trivial people and things were not worth wasting Ming Ge's attention.

The more eyes she directed on others, the less fell on him.

"Yes."

Seeing that his thoughts were focused on the girl, Butler Zhao hesitated and said, "Lang Jun, looking at Su's actions today, he just gave up the power of management. I'm afraid things may have changed."

Feng Mianzhou nodded: "Su wants to hold us back, neither offend us nor borrow a boat, entertain us with delicious food and drinks, and wait until the news from Shengjing comes to us before making any plans!

My father's illness can no longer be concealed. "

Uncle Zhao and Feng San's expressions changed slightly.

Feng Mianzhou looked at the heavy snow outside and said word by word: "We will set off tomorrow and go directly to Gusu to borrow a road back to Shengjing."