Peach Blossom Dream

It's not good to show up. "

He Zhichuang agreed.

Besides, his best friend Wu Nian is just a bell ringer. Even if He Zhichuang can negotiate with Shaolin as a disciple of Yunshan Fengjiao, I'm afraid this matter won't be solved so easily.After all, no matter how powerful Yunshan Fengjiao is, it is not as powerful as the people in the palace.

"This matter is really difficult." Zuo Qingyue originally just came to Shaolin to play out of boredom, and by the way, she wanted to find out the truth and let He Ming take it back to deal with business. Who knows what people in the palace were involved, "I still use Shaolin There is something shady about it, and I was used as a scapegoat. I didn’t want to seriously investigate it, but now it’s all right, I’ve stabbed an ant nest, and I can’t do it if I don’t investigate! Capture the thief first, I think I will go directly Just a trip to the capital."

He Zhichuang said: "Junior brother Xiaofeng said he was going to the capital, how about you two being together so that we can take care of each other."

Zuo Qingyue asked: "Boss Uncle is going to the capital?"

He Zhichuang nodded: "Yes, Master Dongfeng is in the capital, and my junior brother went to find his master. But...young brother, you have to promise me one thing, protect my junior brother on the way. Don't say I'm biased! My uncle is just such an apprentice, if something happens to you, I guess my uncle will act faster than the people in the palace."

"Brother He, don't worry, I will never get involved in my own affairs." Zuo Qingyue looked back at the winding path, "It's really amazing for my uncle to have such a master and brother who dote on him." Envious! Unfortunately, my master and wife are no longer here."

He Zhichuang patted him on the shoulder: "Everything looks forward."

"That's right!" Zuo Qingyue smiled, her sad expression flashed past, and she returned to her usual dignified appearance.

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Shu Jifeng played in Shaolin for a few days, and couldn't stand being woken up by the bell every morning. He planned to write a letter in the afternoon to tell Master that he had entered the capital.

As soon as the ink was sharpened, and the pen she picked up hadn't come down, Zuo Qingyue came in. Uncle Fang Zao was used to him coming to play every day with nothing to do, so he only looked up at him to say hello.

Zuo Qingyue also took it for granted, lying on the desk and said: "Boss uncle, I heard that you are going to the capital too?"

Shu Jifeng dipped his ink, wondering where he got the news: "How do you know?"

"Of course it was your elder brother who told me." Zuo Qingyue was full of sincerity, "It just so happens that I'm going to the capital too, why don't uncle and boss bring me along, how about it?"

Shu Jifeng looked at him carefully, not knowing where he got so much free time, and asked, "Aren't you looking into the matter of Shaolin and Xue Yao?"

"I found it. Xue Yao's matter is not as simple as Shaolin. It seems that there are people in the palace behind them. I have to go and see who in the capital is thinking about me as a countryman."

Shu Jifeng was not surprised by this result.Although he didn't expect Xue Yao's background to be so involved, but when he saw Zuo Qingyue for the first time, he realized that the killers behind him were not simple, and it would be a matter of time before they got involved in the palace.

Zuo Qingyue asked: "Boss Uncle, you seem to have known about this a long time ago?"

Shu Jifeng quickly denied it: "Of course I don't know, it's just that I happened to recognize that the two killers came from the palace."

Zuo Qingyue admired: "Boss Uncle is really well-informed, you can recognize the way of people in the palace? Then I go this time, can I ask Boss Uncle to guide me?"

Shu Jifeng was silent for a while, then said: "I have been to the capital when I was very young, I have almost forgotten about it."

While the two were talking, He Ming came back carrying a lot of pheasants and hares: "Haha, Shaolin monks are vegetarians, and the pheasants and hares around here are all crazy. I didn't pay attention when I was walking, and I almost tripped over a hare!"

Uncle Jifeng swallowed his saliva: "It's a sin! Does the benefactor want to steam it, stir-fry it, or grill it?"

He Ming touched his face: "You decide, boss!"

Uncle Jifeng tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's better to steam it, I got angry after eating roast chicken yesterday, and my mouth got blisters."

"You guys!!" Zuo Qingyue finally realized the point, "You guys eat pheasants and hares and don't call me?"

He Ming smiled triumphantly: "Who made you like to sleep in the daytime every day? This kind of delicacy, we can't keep it for you even if we want to, our mouth won't agree! Why don't you ask Huo Xiaoyu if it's delicious!"

Zuo Qingyue was so angry that she couldn't speak, she gulped her saliva: "Okay! You...Okay! Huo Xiaoyu!"

"What's the matter, owner?" Huo Yu jolted over from the next door.

Seeing this situation, my uncle didn't mind watching the excitement and added fuel and vinegar: "Your owner asked you whether the moderately fat and thin pheasant wing was delicious or not."

Huo Yu didn't have time to answer, his eyes were already fascinated by the prey in front of He Ming.

He Zhichuang, who was enjoying the cool outside, also joined in: "Brother Qing, I didn't say that pheasant paired with fine wine is a delicious dish in the world. It's a pity that no one drinks with me with me because of the good game yesterday. It's so lonely!"

Zuo Qingyue became anxious, turned around and shouted: "Where is the pot? Quickly, set it up and burn it!"

"Hahahahaha"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Start a fire, put on the hare, and turn it down several times, the smell is already all over the yard.

Huo Yu was a little worried whether this would be too presumptuous, after all, this was near Shaolin.He Zhichuang reassured him that this courtyard happened to be outside the boundary of Shaolin, and he could eat meat at will.

Plump game with sweet watermelon, He Ming suddenly felt that ideals in life are not important, isn't the most ideal life in front of him?

Several people were full and sighed their satisfaction in turn.Uncle Jifeng remembered that he had written half of his letter, so he went into the room to continue writing. Zuo Qingyue hiccupped and followed him in to watch him write.

Shu Jifeng looked at him, continued to ask about what happened just now, and said, "By the way, why did Xue Yao get involved with the people in the palace? What is the background of the Xue family?"

Zuo Qingyue lay on the rocking chair next to her: "I don't know. Just let him go! Walk to the poor water and sit and watch the clouds rise."

Uncle Jifeng is still very taboo towards people in the palace, and he has already avoided people who met the Devil's Cult before. Now, if another palace person is involved, wouldn't he have to go back to the life of his previous life?He hasn't had enough of eating pheasants and hunting hares!

"I don't like people in the palace." Shu Jifeng was straightforward.

Zuo Qingyue didn't even think about it, she answered the question directly: "I don't like it either, who would like a normal person?"

"..."

Zuo Qingyue understood: "Don't worry, Uncle Boss, I promised Brother He that you will never be involved. Although we are on the same road, I will separate from you when we arrive in the capital.

Shu Jifeng knew that he had misunderstood what he meant, and shook his head: "That's not what I meant."

"Then you mean to say...?"

"Together."

"Isn't it, Uncle Boss?" Zuo Qingyue stood up, walked over and leaned over to stare at him, "You are so kind, are you trying to move me to tears?"

Caught off guard, Uncle Jifeng looked directly at Zuo Qingyue at close range for the first time: It is no exaggeration to say that this face is flawless, especially the eyebrows and eyes, which have not been stained with the slightest trace of being hammered by life—— Such a person is either really lucky and everything goes well; or he is really strong in his heart and resolves all the sufferings of life one by one.

It took a while for Uncle Jifeng to realize that he was staring at the other party, so he quickly lowered his eyes to cover up, and pretended to be indifferent: "I mean, the people in the palace are difficult to deal with, and you went north with me, if something happens to you Yes, my conscience is disturbed. Of course, it is mainly because your carriage does not cost money."

Zuo Qingyue had a smile in her eyes: "There's no need to explain, Boss Uncle, you are hard-spoken and soft-hearted. I have already seen that you are a kind person! Tell me, how can I thank you?"

"You're welcome, just call me big brother."

"Isn't it okay to call you the boss?"

"No."

"Okay, big brother! My good big brother! Since you are so kind, I will cover all the food, clothing, housing and transportation along the way, how about it?" Zuo Qingyue stood up, "Uncle big brother, why are your ears so red? Bitten by a mosquito?"

"..."

"Ah, that...you are busy, I won't hinder you from writing, I'll get out first." Zuo Qingyue was very sensible this time, "It's a hot day, and there are indeed a lot of mosquitoes."

While looking at Zuo Qingyue's back, Shu Jifeng touched his ears, doubting himself: "Kindness?"

What a joke, he is a cold and ruthless killer!How could he have made such a choice if he hadn't been forced by poverty?

In the evening, there was a letter from the right door, saying that Xue's mother was getting old, and she couldn't get sick after being hit. Seeing this, Xue Yao's widow rolled up the gold and silver and fled overnight.The Xue family, which used to be wealthy, fell apart overnight, and no one mentioned Xue Yao's murder.

After reading the letter, He Ming didn't speak for a long time, and when it was getting dark, he walked up to Zuo Qingyue without saying a word, and asked him to take him to the vicinity of the wall where he heard the truth that day, and said that he would burn some for Xue Mu and Xue Yao. paper money.

Zuo Qingyue looked sideways, but she didn't refuse, and led him there.

He Ming squatted there, wiping his eyes with his sleeve from time to time, before Zuo Qingyue could ask, he lost his temper with himself and said, "What the hell is blowing! The smoke is all over my eyes!"

Zuo Qingyue looked at the still leaves, but did not expose him, squatted down and threw the remaining paper money into it and burned it.

A few days later, after the four of them reluctantly bid farewell to He Zhichuang, they still went to Beijing in the original carriage, eating and drinking along the way, occasionally meeting a robber and teasing him, thinking it was very interesting.

Different from what I imagined, I didn't meet anyone who wanted Zuo Qingyue's head on this journey, I only met a mountain king.