The lady is stunning, she hides her secrets

"The water is gone, the water is gone!"

"Come on, put out the fire!"

In the imperial capital, a fire broke out in a luxurious mansion, and the flames shot high, illuminating the dim night.

The mansion was in a panic, and the people flocked to watch, crowding the outside of the mansion.

The people were talking.

"Where did the fire start?"

"Yes... at Prime Minister Feng's residence!"

A young scholar clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "But that traitor Feng who is cruel and cruel to loyal ministers? Good! This fire is good, and it is best to burn the thief to death. It will be very satisfying!"

The accomplice next to him quickly pulled him: "At the feet of the emperor, don't talk nonsense!"

The young scholar looked dissatisfied: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Then Prime Minister Feng is the emperor's confidant. If you slander the 'virtuous minister' like this, aren't you insulting the emperor for being incompetent and incompetent? This is the capital of the emperor. Do you want your little life?"

As if thinking of something, the young scholar's face was terrified, he finally didn't dare to say anything, and looked around vigilantly.

A stranger appeared behind him and said softly, "Excuse me."

This person didn't know when he came out, let alone how much he had heard.

The scholar looked back at his attire, and his heart skipped a beat.

The man was thin and tall, his body was chilly, and there was still a little dampness, which made him look a little more unpredictable.

He was wearing a long cloak from head to toe, his facial features were hidden in the shadow of the hood, and his eyebrows could not be seen clearly.

In this way, he looked very much like the rumored shadow guard in the palace.

The scholar was so frightened that his legs went limp.

The man didn't do anything, just walked over by mistake.

He didn't even look at the scholar, he just lowered his head and walked quickly, deliberately avoiding the crowd.

The yamen servants who put out the fire came in a hurry, and the surrounding people were busy watching the excitement, but this person disappeared into the crowd without attracting any attention.

His name is Zhong Ling.

He walked hastily, with one hand pulled up at the hood of his cloak, and he turned the main street and took the side lane, and when all the noise had ceased, he came to a small shop out of the way in the city.

He walked up the wet and cold steps, but before the door knocked, the person inside had already opened the door, held his hand, and pulled him in.

"How about it, did you get it?"

Zhong Ling lowered his head and took off the cloak hat, revealing the high bun of a woman with a few gorgeous and precious gold and jade steps inserted obliquely.

Zhong Ling looked at him and nodded.

The person who opened the door looked at him without saying a word.

The tassel pendant is golden in waves, and the beauty's appearance is hard to imitate.And the flickering candlelight is dazzling.

The man looked at him for a moment, then reached out and wiped the blood on his side face gently with his soft fingertips.

Zhong Ling didn't take it seriously, untied the belt, took off the cloak, and threw it at his feet.

Under his dark cloak, there was a slim female red dress, a beautifully embroidered girdle, and his legs were faintly visible under the red gauze, making his figure even more charming and attractive.

The man walked over with a basin of water, smelled the faint smell of blood in the air, and immediately asked: "Zhong Ling, are you injured?"

"Feng thief's bedroom is equipped with hidden arrows. I failed to dodge one of the arrows and hurt my left shoulder."

The blood on his left shoulder seeped into the red skirt, and it was wet under the candlelight, and the man narrowed his eyes.

Zhong Ling said calmly: "The arrow is not poisonous, I can run and jump, no problem."

He sat in front of the makeup mirror, took off his hairpin with his right hand, and picked up a clean silk scarf.

The man was behind him, watching him remove his makeup, and seemed to be looking at him, thinking of others.

Zhong Ling washed his face with water from the basin, and after the overly delicate makeup was washed off, he revealed his original fierce and heroic look: "Brother, what are you thinking?"

The man in the mirror said, "You look like a mother."

After hearing this, Zhong Ling was stunned for a while: "I don't even remember what she looks like."

"You were too young at that time." The man sighed: "It's been so many years, we've been hiding here and there, it's almost the end."

The man turned and left, brought snacks and medicines, grabbed a peach blossom cake first, and stuffed it skillfully into Zhong Ling's mouth: "I found that the peach blossom cakes made by Lao Li's family are better than those made by Mrs. Wang's. You always like to eat this .Try one, it’s very sweet and the ingredients are good.”

Zhong Ling stuffed a whole peach blossom cake in his mouth, unable to speak, he replied: "Hmm."

He was injured on his left shoulder, and he opened his arms to the man without saying anything.

The man understood and helped him take off his dress, and then bandaged the wound on his shoulder: "You are injured here, and it will take at least half a month to recover. Don't move around, or it will take longer."

Zhong Ling, who was eating snacks, was choked, frowning, swallowed it, and took a sip of water.

He took another piece of Peach Blossom Cake from the plate, this time he broke it with one hand first, then fed the broken Peach Blossom Cake into his mouth in small pieces, and ate it slowly.

The man picked up a piece by himself, and handed the plate to him: "Don't eat too much at night, it's easy to accumulate food. You're tired today, go to bed early."

Taking advantage of the man not paying attention, Zhong Ling quickly hid two pieces of snacks in his sleeve.Then he thought of something and called out, "Brother."

Man: "What?"

Zhong Ling just remembered.

It was an hour ago, when he dressed up as a woman and was sent to Feng Zei who was still alive.

After Feng thief was shocked, he couldn't wait to push back the others, and looked at him triumphantly: "So what if the emperor accepted the beauty from the Guan family? Didn't I get a more beautiful one here!"

The beauty of the Guan family he was talking about was Guan Shilang's daughter, Guan Ruoyun.

Guan Ruoyun's beauty and fame move Jiangbei, and her youth is just right.

The emperor is older than her father.

"One thing is very urgent, and we must make a countermeasure tonight." Zhong Ling put on a man's robe, with a serious expression: "The emperor has taken a fancy to the daughter of the Guan family, and has sent people across the river. The eunuch who announced the decree has been away for three days. .”

The man was taken aback suddenly: "Ruoyun?"

Seeing Zhong Ling nodding, the man frowned: "You can't let her enter the palace."

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

The man was engrossed in thinking of a solution, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhong Ling: "You already have a solution?"

Zhong Ling said, "I'll take her place."

The man immediately objected to the proposal: "Is it child's play for you to enter the palace? Women must go through strict body checks to enter the palace. After all, you are a man. If you enter the palace and you are discovered, how can you get out so easily?"

"I won't go to the step of entering the palace. When I get to Jiangbei, I will play by ear."

"No! You are wounded, I will go."

Zhong Ling laughed: "If you go, you will only steal people. Miss Guan disappeared suddenly. If there is no reasonable explanation, even Lord Guan will be implicated."

"Brother, I am much more flexible in my actions. I will not go head-to-head unless it is absolutely necessary, and try to avoid attracting attention."

The man was silent for a while, then sighed: "Brother doesn't want you to be wronged."

Zhong Ling knew that he had been persuaded by her, so she smiled and said, "One of us can't get away. Bandit Feng is dead, and there are many things to deal with."

"You have a shoulder injury, so be careful along the way. Then I'll pack your luggage for you. What else do you need to bring?"

Zhong Ling said, "Well, bring me more food."

So he justifiably packed up all the snacks and took them away.

half a month later.

After crossing the Kuanjiang River, go straight to the north, and there are continuous mountains.

There is a heather mountain, and there is a nest of bandits on the mountain.

Ban Qing on the mountain said in surprise: "Huh? The old thief named Feng is dead?"

"It is said that Feng's mansion was dry and burned to death. I asked several times, but I didn't believe it at first."

"What happened half a month ago?"

His subordinate Fatty said: "Our side is far away, the news arrived half a month later, the emperor issued an order to posthumously, it is estimated that the funeral affairs are all over now."

Ban Qing muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that at all..."

Fresh day lilies just picked were piled up in the vegetable basket on the ground, and he poured them out and spread them all over the ground to dry on the sunny ground.

He said: "Fatty, Old Bandit Feng cherishes his life very much. He was burned to death suddenly. Don't you think it's strange?"

"Who knows."

Ban Qing focused on drying the daylilies on the ground, and said: "A prime minister died, and now our court is already chaotic enough. What happened, um...it may be more chaotic, and the common people are not unaccustomed to it."

Fatty: "Boss, the day lily is here to dry, don't you be afraid that the spicy chicken will wander over and eat it?"

Ban Qing squatted on the ground and said: "I feed the spicy chicken every day, and it is well raised. If he even eats this stuff, I will take his surname!"

The fat man is sour: "The food is better than me, no wonder you are so fat."

Ban Qing said kindly: "My spicy chicken eats a lot, and runs a lot, can it compare with yours? The spicy chicken is said to be strong, not fat."

At this moment, the fat man said he didn't want to talk.

After drying the day lily, Ban Qing and Fatty lay among the green grass in the mountains.The sun was shining brightly, making people warm and comfortable.

Ban Qing lay down for a while, and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms.

After the oil paper bag was carefully opened, a piece of broken peach blossom cake was revealed inside.

The petals of Peach Blossom Crisp are exquisite and beautiful in color, which is very beautiful.It's just that this snack is fragile, and after holding it in the bosom for a long time, three of the five petals broke off, and the pink surface on the outside fell off, and the color was pink and white, so it was not beautiful at all.

The fat man said with disgust, "I'm just wondering, you old man, you don't like other sweets, so why do you like this kind of fancy pastry?"

Ban Qing didn't mind the fat man's ridicule, picked up the broken peach blossom cake, and ate it freely.

"You also eat it when it's broken like this?"

Ban Qing just smiled: "What do you know? Broken and broken are delicious, and I like to eat broken."

He finished eating like this, and finally folded the greased paper in half, raised his chin, and poured all the dregs inside into his mouth, eating very cleanly, with nothing left.

Then they continued basking in the sun together.

When the fat man was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep, he heard Ban Qing suddenly say: "In the past two years, a lot of children have been added to the village, more people open their mouths to eat, and we have more things to do."

He looked at the daylilies on the ground, with a little worry between his brows: "This year there is little rain and the weather is not good. The wheat and corn harvests are not good. In a few days, I have to take some brothers to go to the mountains to get some food. Or we can spend the winter here." I’m afraid it’s not enough food.”

The fat man said slowly: "You are the head of the family, you are better at the work of the village head, and the brothers will listen to you. But in a few days, it will be the eighteenth of this month, let's..."

"Ten 88, it is to be issued. Mr.'s legacy, at the eighteenth, you must start a business."

Ban Qing continued: "So when it's eighteen, of course we have to go out and rob, after all..."

He smiled proudly: "We are bandits."

The author has something to say: Ban Qing: I won’t say who I learned how to eat peach blossom cakes from!

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On a good day and auspicious day, the ground is broken today.

The pit has been dug. Take the Baoer brand shovel and bury one first~(￣▽￣～)