I am not a good person

Feng Yueyi didn't want to die yet, so he honestly explained his identity: "My name is Feng Yueyi, I'm from Hongyue Island, and my adoptive father is your brother Zhao Qiubo! As for why I left Hongyue Island, I believe you can guess of!"

Hearing the words "Zhao Qiubo", Qingying's complexion changed, her eyes softened, and her gaze suddenly went far away: "My brother, is he okay?"

"The adoptive father is in good health, but he is only concerned about his sister who has not returned home for many years and whose blood is thicker than water, so he ordered me to come out and look for it." Feng Yueyi's words were carefully considered: "I have been out for nearly two years, every half a month. Send a letter to foster father Feige."

Qingying's mind was pulled back by his last words, she thought it was funny, and said with contempt: "Are you threatening me?"

"Yueyi doesn't dare, but if Yueyi breaks the letter for nothing, the adoptive father will definitely become suspicious, and he might come out of the island to look for you in person. Of course, Yueyi also believes that with the saintess' ability, it is not difficult to hide for a lifetime."

"Boy." There was a hint of teasing in Qingying's eyes: "You are very smart!"

Feng Yueyi's heart was pounding, Qingying Saintess might listen to him, then he still has a chance of life today, if she doesn't care at all, then he will die!

He was really lucky, but he was just taking shelter from the rain, so he found this saint who ran away, but he was really unlucky, if he took shelter from the rain, he might lose his life!

Qingying curled up her right index finger, tapped lightly on the table, stared at the carpeted floor, wondering what she was thinking.

The rain outside continued unabated, and Feng Yueyi's raised heart gradually sank. If Qingying wanted to kill him, she should have done it long ago, and she wouldn't suddenly keep silent.This woman must be planning something!

He reminded, regardless of the outcome: "Ma'am?"

Qingying's eyeballs moved, and she looked at him with a smile: "You should listen carefully to the next words."

Without waiting for Feng Yueyi to respond, she said: "You haven't seen me today, and you have returned the letter to my brother Feige as usual, but you still haven't found me. You have to keep looking, and at the same time help me find someone! "

Feng Yueyi was stunned. He helped his adoptive father find his own sister, and the Holy Maiden of Qingying asked him to help her find another person?Could it be that in this life, he's just been looking for people everywhere?

But even if he was tired and running around, he didn't want to die.

In order to survive, he asked calmly, "Who do you want me to find for you?"

There was a strange light in Qingying's eyes: "My son, my long-lost biological son!"

Feng Yueyi let out an "oh" at first, and then suddenly reacted, and was stunned: "What? Your biological son?!"

Qingying looked at him with a half-smile: "Yueyi, you've already called me Madam, don't you still foolishly think that after more than 20 years, I still maintain the virginity of a saint?"

Feng Yueyi swallowed, the shock in his heart can be imagined, he had thought that the Holy Maiden Qingying might have already married and had a child, but he didn't expect...

"Since they are mother and child, why are they separated?"

Qingying rested her cheek with her right hand, and said lazily, "You don't need to know this."

Feng Yueyi continued his efforts: "Yueyi thought that with the ability of a saint, it would not be difficult to find someone."

"The reason is more complicated, I don't want to say. What I can tell you is that his appearance has changed. Even if he stands in front of me, I can't recognize him. Also, his name has also changed. So you want to rely on a name to find others, it is impossible!"

Feng Yueyi frowned, it was harder than finding the Qingying saint, at least the saint's face didn't change much.

Qingying squinted at him: "Since you can find me, you must be able to find him."

The corner of Feng Yueyi's mouth twitched, not understanding her logic: "Then how can I confirm that he is your son?"

"When he was just born, I drew a red moon on his shoulder. You know, the red moon is the unique symbol of a saint. I will give you a potion in a few days, as long as you Putting the potion on his shoulders will naturally confirm his identity."

Feng Yueyi felt even more speechless: "There are countless men in the world, so I can't let me pick off every man's clothes, can I? What's more, women pick up men's clothes, and it can be said that it is sexually attractive. Men pick up men's clothes, I'm afraid of others. They'll take me for a lunatic!"

Qingying was indifferent, even a little gloating: "That's your business!"

Feng Yueyi's eyebrows twitched, and just as he was about to ask something more, he felt something fly into his mouth, slipped down his throat and swallowed it.

Shocked, he stammered: "This, this, this, this is..."

Qingying leaned against the cushion, arrogant and lazy like a white cat: "This is my secret, and only you know it besides me. Do you think I will keep a hand?"

Feng Yue closed his eyes unwillingly.

"The poison I feed you requires an antidote once a month. Once the poison persists for more than seven days, you will surely die." Qingying patted him on the shoulder twice, and the glazed ring on her thin white fingers darkened. Like human eyes: "So, please do things for me!"

Feng Yueyi forced himself to swallow this breath, knowing that he could not find it, and in the end he would have a dead end: The Qingying Saintess was just using him!

When the rain stopped, Feng Yueyi got out of the carriage with stiff limbs. He knew that he would not be poisoned within a month, but he still felt that there was something hidden somewhere in his body that did not belong to him, which made him extremely disgusted.

However, after Zhao Zenian and Hua Shangxue rode out of Danxi Town on horseback, they drove for two consecutive days before arriving at Qingshitang.

Qingshitang is a land of continuous mountains and rivers, the water is surrounded by mountains, and the forest is surrounded by water. Because it is too remote, no one has set foot there all year round. Jingxu Pavilion is hidden here.

Not long after the fireworks were set off, Liu Zikun and Fang Yun appeared on horseback, each holding a bundle and each holding a horse.

Zhao Zenian took the burden from Liu Zikun, turned around and went into the forest, Hua Shangxue also took the bag from Fang Yun's hand, and went into the opposite forest.

As soon as he entered the woods, Zhao Zenian began to take off his clothes. After undressing, he opened his bundle and changed into a silver-and-white embroidered dark-pattern jacket and a dark red slim-fitting robe. He also changed his shoes into black boots. Half of his hair was tied on top of his head with a jade crown. One half is draped smoothly over the shoulders.

He lowered his head, carefully pinned a foot-long blue and white ribbon on his right shoulder, and finally took out another mask.

This white lacquer mask has only half of one face, with red maple leaves of different sizes painted on it, two iron red maple leaves standing on the forehead in the middle, sparkling diamonds inlaid at the end of the eyes, a majestic aura with a little coldness.

Zhao Zenian put on the mask so that only the lower half of his face was exposed, he wrapped up the changed clothes indiscriminately, and went out.

Hua Shangxue was a step behind him. She also wore a half mask, but it was made of gold, with three elegant golden feathers inserted in the upper right corner, and a thin layer of golden and white bead curtain hung from the bottom of the mask, just blocking the lower half. The face looks luxurious and full of temptation.

Half of her hair is combed into a high-spirited double-knife bun, and the other half is scattered behind her head. There are a few gorgeous and dazzling golden hairpins inserted, and the hanging orbs are dangling. A wide-brimmed belt, and a light red brocade skirt underneath, embroidered with complex and gorgeous makeup flowers, the whole person is bright and full of extravagance.

If other people from the rivers and lakes passed by and saw it, they would be able to guess the identities of the two at a glance. The person wearing a mask on his face and a ribbon on his shoulder, who else is there besides the famous Jing Xu Liuqi?

Zhao Zenian and Hua Shangxue are two of the Jingxu Six Riders, one ranked fourth and the other fifth.

Liu Zikun reported: "Fourth Master, Sister Hua, Boss Yang wants you to go to the Guanshui Temple after you go back."

Boss Yang is Yang Zhidao who ranks first among the Jingxu Liuqi. He is mainly responsible for the internal and external affairs of the Jingxu Pavilion.

Hua Shangxue was not very straightforward: "I haven't rested yet, what are you going to do?"

The four of them rode horses towards the depths of the woods, passed between two mountains, passed through a forest, and after going around several times, they finally arrived at the gate of Jingxu Pavilion.

The mahogany and vermilion lacquered door slowly opened inward, and the six guards who opened the door bowed their heads in unison, with a respectful gesture, and a solemn and awe-inspiring tone: "I have seen Fourth Master, I have seen Sister Hua!"

After entering the door and dismounting, the horse was immediately led away by the guards, and Liu Zikun and Fang Yun also retreated with their bundles.

Walking all the way inward, the maids, guards, and servants they met all stopped, nodded humbly and stood aside, and only resumed their steps after Zhao Zenian passed by.

Qiu Ji was waiting outside Guanshui Hall. When he saw the two people coming, he nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Both of you are back. Boss Yang has something to deal with. Fourth Master and Sister Hua please wait in the hall!"

Hua Shangxue gave a "hmm" and asked, "Is there anyone in the hall?"

Qiu Ji replied: "Sixth Young Master, it's half time for incense sticks."

Hearing this, Zhao Zenian sighed inwardly, as he thought, the corners of Hua Shangxue's mouth twitched up, and she turned her head with a smile: "The road to Yuanjia is narrow!"

That tone was full of gloating.

Zhao Zenian gave her a helpless look: "You are really afraid that the world will not be chaotic!"

Qiu Ji opened the door to let them in. Facing the door was a huge pear wood tulle screen embroidered with lifelike pictures of prairie horses. Walking around the screen was a small hall with tables, chairs and potted plants. The faint pear fragrance wafts from the incense burner, and the whole room has a fragrance.

Lifting the bead curtain on the left, there is a bigger room inside. A bright yellow flower pear armchair with a long history is placed directly opposite the bead curtain, and three dark and almost black square armchairs are placed on the left and right under the bead curtain.

The chairs are all empty, only the chair on the right near the bead curtain is occupied by a person. Judging by his figure, he can be seen as a handsome young man with braided braids tied up high with a red headband. His white clothes and black boots are not dead. plate.

He also wore a mask, which was different from Zhao Zenian's and Hua Shangxue's. The whole mask was a tiger's face, full of majesty, and a pure red ribbon hung on his left shoulder.

This is Pu Ze who is the last and the youngest among the Jing Xu Six Riders.

Hearing the sound of the bead curtains rattling, Pu Ze turned his face away, speaking in a strange tone, making people want to beat him up: "Yo, you're back?"