[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

A lamp is like a bean, and when Zhong Yanqiu returned, the night was already dark, but the lamp was still on in the house.

Zhong Yanqiu gathered up his clothes, lingered outside the door for a while before pushing the door in.

That look is just like the husband who drank outside and wandered outside his house in the middle of the night for a long time until he was sure the smell of alcohol had dissipated before he dared to enter the house.

It's just that what's waiting in his room is not the fierce woman holding a rolling pin in anger, but Su Mengzhen who is reading a book by the light.

Can't say which one is scarier.

"What did Fang Xiaohou say?" Su Mengzhen turned over a page of the book, apparently already knowing where Zhong Yanqiu had gone.

Zhong Yanqiu was silent, "This matter..."

Su Mengzhen raised her eyebrows, "He's already asleep." He was talking about the young landlord Su, who ran outside for a long time during the day and was busy for a long time when he came back. He was already too tired to sleep deep in his consciousness. Forget it, don't say that Su Mengzhen just used his body to run out for a walk or two, even if Su Mengzhen used his body to do some shameful things, he wouldn't be able to wake up.

Zhong Yanqiu hesitated for a moment, and said honestly based on the principle of being frank and lenient: "He is dead."

Su Mengzhen froze for a moment, closed the pages of the book and said, "It seems that the city of Kaifeng will not be peaceful again."

"Not angry?" Zhong Yanqiu sat across from him, obediently handing over his hand.

Su Mengzhen rested on his wrist to feel his pulse, and said in his mouth: "If you don't do anything, I was going to take care of him, but it's just a little bit too early, so why be angry." Write down the prescription on the paper, don't use anything else, just pick up a pen and it will be three liang of Coptis chinensis.

Sure enough, he was still angry.Zhong Yanqiu blinked, pretending not to see the pile of Coptidis cloves and other things on the prescription that could be replaced by other medicinal materials.

In fact, he was not seriously injured, and he will heal after a while.

but……

Zhong Yanqiu raised his eyes to look at Su Mengzhen's face, and felt that he should take his medicine well.

Fang Yingkan died in his bedroom. There was no trace of a fight in the room, except for a door panel that was broken into several pieces, there were no extra clues.

Including his corpse, there were no scars, his clothes were neat and his hair was not messed up, and the expression on his face was even somewhat joyful, appearing peaceful and peaceful. After the examination, he also said that he was not so much killed by someone. It would be better to say that this distinguished young master was born with a stubborn heart disease, but he never showed it, so he couldn't find it. killed.

This is an extremely absurd statement, so absurd that even the six gods who have always been at odds with Young Master Fang do not believe it.

It's a pity that they wanted to investigate, but the emperor was worried that they would be lazy and slow down because of those old accidents. The case dragged them along, while handing over the case to their cronies to order them to investigate strictly, to find out the real culprit.

That being said, how can the emperor's cronies be compared to the six sects who specialize in martial arts? It's no problem for one or two of them to sycophant and form a clique for personal gain. Jump, the matter didn't get done, but it gave Zhuge Shenhou a lot of excuses and took a copy of them in the early court. In the end, the case still fell into the hands of the six doors.

This is why Ruqing would come to Jinfengxiyu Building early in the morning to visit—the last outsider Fang Yingkan met before his death was Su Mengzhen.

Today is a rare leisure time for the landlord Su. After Zhong Yanqiu gave him his pulse, he said that the medicine that was so bad that people doubted his life could be temporarily stopped for two days. It was an amazing stage, although it still couldn't be compared with normal people, but at least in this kind of weather, he wouldn't feel chest tightness when the wind blows, and he would cough so hard that he couldn't breathe from time to time.

It seems that the gods are also very generous. The weather in Kaifeng city has been calm these few days. Occasionally there are small fluctuations that can't cause trouble in front of landlord Su. Yang Wuxie calmed things down quietly.

Autumn is high and crisp, and the maple leaves in the forest are more red after frost, which is the best time.

It will be really cold in a few days. In winter, the cold wind is like a knife. When it blows, most of the leaves will be brushed off, leaving only bare branches in a blink of an eye.

So like a tacit understanding, Wang Xiaoshi dug out a few altars of fine wine from nowhere, and Bai Choufei carried two big food boxes, filled with new snacks from a time-honored brand in Kaifeng, and the two ran shoulder to shoulder to Su Mengzhen's yard, Shouting "Brother Su, let's go enjoy the maple leaves" while slamming open the door——

look at each other.

"……sorry for disturbance."

"...you continue...continue..."

……

Witnessing Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei pushing open the door excitedly, and then floating out like wandering spirits, Su Mengzhen couldn't help but soften her hands, and buried herself in Zhong Yanqiu's shoulder and let out a muffled laugh.

"You really are..." Zhong Yanqiu sighed helplessly, and freed his hand from the confinement of Su Mengzhen.

Outside the door, Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei were squatting on the steps of the door—you read that right, even Bai Choufei, who pays attention to his image, was squatting, with their chins propped on their hands, their eyes glazed over, as if they had lost their souls At this time, even a random third-rate character would probably be able to easily stab to death the two next generations of Jinfeng Drizzle Tower, which Su Zhuzhu placed high hopes on, completely leaving Jinfeng Drizzle Tower with no successors.

It's a pity that this is Su Mengzhen's yard, the most heavily guarded place in the Golden Wind and Rain Building, and even a fly can't easily fly in.

"Wang Xiaoshi..." Bai Choufei said in a daze.

"Baichoufei..." Wang Xiaoshi stammered in response.

"I...Brother Su, Brother Zhong, he, they, just... just..." Bai Choufei tried to restore the scene he just saw in his mind.

"Yes...they...Brother Su, he put...on the couch, on the couch, on the couch...and still..." Wang Xiaoshi felt that he no longer knew the word couch.

They couldn't help but glanced at each other, shivered suddenly, subconsciously moved a step to the side, and in the next second seemed to feel that this movement was too obvious, and dawdled back again.

long silence.

The scene they just saw was replayed countless times in their brains——

Su Mengzhen pressed Zhong Yanqiu on the couch, with one hand pressing Zhong Yanqiu's hands on top of Zhong Yanqiu's head, and the other hand on Zhong Yanqiu's shoulder, Zhong Yanqiu didn't know whether it was shame or anger. , two heads... no, lips, no, heads...

Bai Choufei groaned and hugged his head, refusing to recall the lips that the two people almost met if they hadn't entered, and the ambiguous and charming atmosphere in the room that made people think.

"Su, Brother Su...Even if Brother Su dies..." Wang Xiaoshi swallowed, and stubbornly finished the word that he had only read in books, "Brother Su is broken, he is also Brother Su."

"Yes... yes." Bai Choufei nodded. He had sung operas in theaters before. There were quite a few well-known and well-dressed actors and wealthy sons who played roles. He had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running, but this was not the case. It cannot reduce the impact of "Su Mengzhen is actually a broken sleeve" on him.

Two steel straight men received a devastating blow.

"You still don't think about how to explain it." Zhong Yanqiu pushed Su Mengzhen, who couldn't stop laughing, feeling sorry for the two young people outside.

He is even more pitiful to Master Su, who was blamed for his broken sleeves for doing nothing but sleeping in his consciousness.

"Lei Shun's only daughter, Lei Chun, is both talented and beautiful, and she has a lot of red makeup. Marrying her will even reach a cooperation with Liufenbantang." Su Mengzhen said, sitting up with Zhong Yanqiu's strength, and rationalized Some messy hair, "If you want to reject this good marriage, there must be a suitable reason."

Before he did this, he had asked for the consent of Master Su, but at some point, Master Su, who had developed a bit of a bad taste in the same vein, generously lent his body.

Isn't it just mouth touching mouth, and they haven't met yet.

Su Zhuzhu, who is so pure and ascetic at such an age, still feels that he may really be a broken sleeve.

"You always have a reason." Zhong Yanqiu glared at him angrily, and gathered up his half-open clothes. Just now, Su Mengzhen came over and attacked suddenly, so surprised that he thought it was the other party. evil.

After the two people outside the house struggled to complete the psychological construction, Su Mengzhen and Zhong Yanqiu finally walked out of the house, looking as if nothing had happened just now.

"Aren't you going to enjoy the red leaves?" Su Mengzhen said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wang Xiaoshi nodded sharply, "Go, go, Manager Yang is going to wait."

I don't know about Brother Su, whether Director Yang knows about it or not.

Wang Xiaoshi was thinking about it when he heard Su Mengzhen say: "Tomorrow, invite someone to have a drink and explain what happened just now."

Seeing Wang Xiaoshi looking at him, Su Mengzhen returned a faint smile, "Be more subtle."

Wang Xiaoshi's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

It turns out that Brother Su was just acting, not really breaking his sleeves.

The simple-minded Wang Xiaoshi easily accepted this setting, thinking about whom to invite tomorrow and where to drink, so as to spread the news smoothly.

Bai Choufei glanced suspiciously at Su Mengzhen and Zhong Yanqiu, who were open and honest without any guilt, and didn't say anything.

Whether it is a fake show or a real one, he is not qualified to explore it now.

Yang Wuxie has already arranged it in the maple forest. There is such a small stream in the maple forest. You can sit on the ground with a soft cloth spread on the ground. The wine glass flows down from the upstream with the flowing water. in the stream.

There are fish in the stream, and a few red carps are no longer than the length of a finger, and sometimes they tip the wine glass, and the full glass of wine is overturned in the water.

This kind of leisure is really rare, Su Mengzhen changed to Su Zhuzhu halfway, and the young man held the wine glass, and rarely smiled happily.

So much so that when Wuqing saw him, he couldn't help asking one more question, did something good happen to him.