Vicious female supporting role, gender male

There are only a few tables of diners in the lobby of the inn, sitting in twos and threes, but the narrow alley opposite is still lively.

The narrow alley has been surrounded by layer after layer of spectators, and a carriage is speeding up from a distance, the driver reined in the reins, forcing the carriage to stop abruptly, the brown horse was panting heavily, and its mane was disheveled , a pair of front hooves raised the dust high, and then straightly pressed down on the boy with curly hair who was running and laughing.

No one was in sight except the coachman, who, with all his might, could not keep the brown horse away from the boy.

The boy was still joking with Qingmei who was not far away, he didn't realize that he was about to be killed by the horse's hooves, but Qingmei's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, stunned in fright.

Suddenly, a fiery red figure walked towards the boy, and in the blink of an eye, the boy was already ten steps away from the carriage.

Before he could react, he instinctively turned his head and looked in the direction of the carriage, only to realize that he had almost died just now. He looked up again and saw himself being hugged by an extremely beautiful woman, unconsciously struggling. Liaozhuo, at the same time blushing embarrassedly, said: "Thank you sister for saving me."

"It's good that you have nothing to do." This extremely beautiful woman is as good as home. Just a moment ago, he was eating a piece of lotus root flour osmanthus cake, when he caught a glimpse of the boy's distress from the corner of his eye, he flew out immediately, and even The lotus root starch osmanthus cake on the tip of the left finger is too late to put down.

He let go of the boy, took a bite of the lotus root starch sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and said with a smile: "Be careful, don't play on the road."

The boy nodded his head embarrassingly, but the green plum flew over and threw himself into his arms, weeping in fright.

He was also a little scared, but he didn't dare to show it in front of Qingmei, he just stroked the top of Qingmei's head and comforted him: "I'm fine, don't cry, how about I buy candied haws for you to eat?"

In order to prevent the horse's hooves from hitting the boy, the carriage driver inevitably became unstable. A young man sitting inside was thrown out of the carriage by the jolts, rolled five feet, and when he finally stood up, he was already covered in dust and exposed. There were some scratches on the face outside.

He has a good appearance, gentle eyebrows and eyes, and looks like a white-faced scholar. He didn't blame the coachman, and went straight to the crowd of spectators and said, "Let's make room."

Seeing this, Feng Rugui slowly gnawed the lotus root flour osmanthus cake, his willow eyes glanced at the scholar's left arm, and then he turned to Jiang Wuqi who was beside him and said, "Have you seen the clue?"

Jiang Wuqi held the birdcage in his left hand, and said in a low voice, "Nine out of ten, the scholar is the owner of the severed arm."

"What the Taoist priest thinks is what I think." Feng Rugui teased the crow in the birdcage with his free right hand, and pointedly said, "The Taoist priest and I really have a mutual understanding."

Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui and didn't respond, he just took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Feng Rugui's lips.

Feng Rugui's lip corners were stained with a little golden osmanthus, which made him a little more delicate, and the red lips were even more vivid and attractive.

Jiang Wuqi wiped away the golden sweet-scented osmanthus, then withdrew his hand, but Feng Rugui leaned over, leaning against him weakly, and stroked his lips with his little finger, and then Feng Rugui moved his thumb and index finger together. Holding the lotus root powder osmanthus cake between his lips, he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Does the Taoist priest like this lotus root powder sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Jiang Wuqi opened his mouth when he was about to answer, but Feng Rugui took advantage of the opportunity and sent the lotus root flour osmanthus cake into his mouth.

The lotus root flour sweet-scented osmanthus cake is soft and glutinous, and it melts in the mouth. After Jiang Wuqi tasted it, he said seriously: "Sweet and delicious."

Feng Rugui snatched the handkerchief from Jiang Wuqi's hand, just like Jiang Wuqi did just now, lightly wiped Jiang Wuqi's lips that were not stained with sweet-scented osmanthus, and said, "Master Daoist, do you still want me to feed you?"

"No need." Jiang Wuqi shook his head and said, "You can come here by yourself."

Feng Rugui heard the words, made a look of grievance, and complained: "Master Dao, you drew my eyebrows for me before, and you drew the tip of the eyebrows crookedly. I didn't blame you. You are already generous. Why do I have to feed you now?" Your lotus root starch sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but you refuse?"

It was clear that Feng Rugui used both hard and soft tactics, forcing him to draw his eyebrows. At that time, he confessed that he couldn't draw his eyebrows, but as expected, he accidentally drew the tip of the eyebrows crookedly. How could it be all his fault now?

Jiang Wuqi's mouth was clumsy, he didn't know how to explain, so he sighed: "If you want to feed Poor Dao the lotus root flour osmanthus cake, then feed it."

"Let's go find out first, and then go back to the inn and let me feed you lotus root powder and sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Feng Ruohui said, pulling Jiang Wuqi's right wrist, using his own skills, passing through the crowd of spectators, to the end wrist.

I saw the scholar kneeling on the bluestone slab, holding the severed wrist with his right hand, his face full of pain.

The sky is bright now, and the dew on the bluestone slab has not yet dissipated, and it wets his clothes that are in contact with the bluestone slab, leaving dark blue water stains.