Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui stayed in Guishan for another two days to recuperate from his injuries, and then he followed Jiang Wuqi out of Fengdu.

The two of them strolled along a field path, and saw a group of people approaching from a distance. They thought that someone among them was holding a white paper lantern, and the white light was flickering. Listening carefully, there was a faint sound of weeping.

It is Mao time now, even though it is the beginning of summer, the days are longer, but there is only a line of white belly floating on the horizon, and it will take a while before the sky brightens, because the crying is really a bit shrill, and the surrounding is dark and unclear, coupled with the night wind The crops planted on both sides of the field path rustled, and the scene became strange.

Feng Rugui's face remained unchanged, he glanced sideways at Jiang Wuqi and said, "There should be someone going to a funeral."

As expected, after a while, two strong men appeared from the darkness. These two strong men were carrying a coffin. The coffin seemed to be made of the last fir tree. Even the black paint on it is uneven.

Behind the coffin were more than a dozen young women, all dressed in coarse linen filial piety, with haggard faces and sobbing.

This field path can only be passed by one person, Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi have nowhere to go, and they can't show their body skills in front of ordinary people, so they have to retreat to the field on the side, but this field is a paddy field, planted with clumps of rice.

Feng Rugui was afraid of being seen as weird, so he didn't stand on the green rice seedlings, but directly stepped on the paddy field, Jiang Wuqi did the same.

After the coffin was far away, Feng Rugui lowered his voice and said, "There is no corpse in this coffin. Generally speaking, one can only be sure that the person is dead if one sees the corpse. Those who are buried without seeing the corpse usually died in war, and the corpse is difficult to carry. Find it or fail to identify it.”

"You're right." Jiang Wuqi stepped back to the field path, "But the Yun Dynasty has been free from war for nearly a hundred years, so it is absolutely impossible for the owner of this coffin to die in a war."

"The mourners are all young women, and they are of good color." Feng Rugui came up from the paddy field, lowered his body, took a silk handkerchief, wiped the muddy water on the brocade sandals, and continued, "Those young women Nine out of ten women were born in the land of fireworks."

Jiang Wuqi guessed: "If those young women were born in the land of fireworks, then the ones who can let them go to the funeral together are nothing but people from the land of fireworks."

Feng Rugui wiped off the cloud-headed brocade shoes on his feet, flicked his fingers, and drew a will-o'-the-wisp to ignite the dirty silk handkerchief.

The light blue will-o'-the-wisp reflected on Feng Rugui's face, illuminating Feng Rugui's eyebrows and eyes in an extremely bewitching, yet unparalleled beauty.

The Sipa was burnt out in a short time, Feng Rugui raised his hand to stroke the messy hair on the temples that was beaten by the night wind, then swept Jiang Wuqi's half-new Taoist robe, and said with a smile: "Jiang Wuqi, we are here to speculate about the whereabouts of the corpse for no reason. What are you doing, why don't you go to the city as soon as possible, so you can go to the morning market and have some breakfast, and I still owe you a Taoist robe, it's been a long time, aren't you afraid that I will repay the debt?"

Jiang Wuqi said indifferently: "The poor Taoist has never asked you to return a Taoist robe to the poor Taoist. This Taoist robe was just torn a little by you, so it's okay."

"You are so polite, I want to return you a Taoist robe." After Feng Rugui said, it happened that a red sun jumped out from the clouds, and the sky brightened in an instant, illuminating him clearly.

Feng Rugui was still dressed in red, and after being sprinkled with the bright morning light, the red dress seemed to be on fire. The red dress was made of gauze, and the wide sleeves originally covered his arms, but At this time, the shape of a pair of arms was nowhere to be seen, and the skin was also vaguely visible, but the belt around his waist was made of black satin, exuding a dazzling luster, binding his slender waist.

Suddenly, the hem of his red clothes was blown up by the wind, revealing the brocade shoes with cloud heads on his feet. The brocade shoes with cloud heads were the same color as the red clothes, and they were embroidered with lotus patterns. This lotus is lifelike and charming.

Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui, a little dazed, and said after a while: "If you insist on paying it back, then go ahead and pay it back."

Feng Rugui stretched out his hand to cover Jiang Wuqi's skirt, and after a while, his fingertips groped from the skirt to Jiang Wuqi's throat, tapped it lightly, then pursed his lips and smiled, "If I insist on stripping you Cramp, drink your blood, eat your flesh and internal organs, will you follow me?"

Jiang Wuqi knew that Feng Rugui was joking with him, so he smiled and replied: "You definitely won't do that."

Feng Rugui who holds the soul of the Second Young Master naturally wouldn't do this, but the real Feng Rugui did this, and it was even more cruel than what he said just now.

Jiang Wuqi was defenseless against him, on the one hand Feng Rugui was worried, but on the other hand he felt that Jiang Wuqi was the driftwood he needed urgently when he was drowning in the lake.

At the end, Feng Rugui sighed, carefully scrutinized Jiang Wuqi's warm eyebrows against the light, suddenly withdrew his hand, turned his head, and walked ahead on the cloud-headed brocade shoes.

One of them is wearing women's clothing, and it looks like a beautiful woman to outsiders, while the other is a Taoist priest wearing a half-new Taoist robe. It is very strange for a woman and a Taoist priest to walk together. When the two walk to the crowded morning market, they attract Passers-by and street vendors looked sideways.

Feng Rugui didn't care about this, but Jiang Wuqi was quite uncomfortable, and his steps faltered.

Feng Rugui caught a glimpse of Jiang Wuqi's rosy ears, and dragged Jiang Wuqi into the steamed stuffed bun shop.

There were only two small wooden tables in this steamed stuffed bun shop, Feng Rugui dragged Jiang Wuqi to sit down on the inner one, then raised his voice to call for a servant, and ordered a bowl of fresh meat wontons and half a drawer of steamed buns, Seeing that Jiang Wuqi remained silent, he wondered, "Aren't you hungry?"

Jiang Wuqi fixed his eyes on the young master who was passing by, and looked away when he heard this, and said, "A bowl of white porridge, and half a tray of fragrant dried steamed buns with pickled cabbage."

The young servant was quick with his hands and feet, and the food they wanted was quickly served.

Feng Rugui had tasted a steamed stuffed bun before asking: "What's so weird about that young master?"

"I don't think he has a righteous mind, and he is not a good person." Jiang Wuqi took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the bamboo tube at hand, and was going to pick up the pickled dried steamed buns, but he heard Feng Rugui tease, "It turns out that the Taoist priest is also good at matching .”

Jiang Wuqi replied seriously: "I have never learned the art of physiognomy."

"I was joking with you." Feng Ru attributed his body to eating meat and meat. After eating fresh meat wontons and steamed buns, he rested his chin with one hand and said to himself: If you have practiced the skill of physiognomy, maybe Then he won't follow the way of returning home.

Not long after, Jiang Wuqi also ran out of porridge and steamed stuffed buns with pickled cabbage.

Feng Rugui paid the money generously, then turned his head and said, "Let's go, let's buy Taoist robes."

Feng Rugui's lips were oily, and between the opening and closing of the lips, one could see the tip of the tongue hidden in it, and the tip of the tongue was more vivid than his lip balm.

Jiang Wuqi hesitated for a moment, pointed to his lips, and said, "You should wipe it clean first, and then we can leave."

Feng Rugui understood, but deliberately walked in front of Jiang Wuqi, took out a silk handkerchief, raised his hand to wipe it, but Jiang Wuqi turned his head to avoid it, and said aggrievedly: "Didn't you want me to wipe it for you?"

Jiang Wuqi didn't notice Feng Rugui's teasing, he shook his head and said, "I want you to wipe it for yourself."

"So that's how it is." Feng Rugui seemed to have suddenly realized, and immediately wiped his lips, "Let's go."

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