Jianghuke

On the snow-covered official road, two carriages swayed forward and backward.

Cen Xi hugged the hand stove and stood next to Jiang Wuzhou, a little uneasy and said, "Brother, do you really want to go back to Lingde Lake?"

Jiang Wuzhou's face was pale, wrapped in a soft fur coat, his whole body exuded the weakness of just recovering from a serious illness.He reached out and touched the pale pink flesh on both sides of Cen Xi's cheeks after the blood scabs had peeled off, with a trace of worry in his eyes, he said: "There are a lot of troubles there, when you get to the ferry, you can go."

"How can this be possible? The books, manuscripts, etc. that brother Chi entrusted you to keep are still in Lingde Lake. Where can I go to see them after I leave?" elder brother."

The ghost knows what trouble Zhong Qinghuan will cause again.

Just a few days ago, the pavilion master almost forced the injury to recur with his broken mouth.If he hadn't broken in in time, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy to take two doses of medicine.Even so, Jiang Wuzhou was still forced to vomit blood into a coma, and had to delay his journey for two days.

"For me now, only Lingde Lake is safer."

"Keep Ching Huan..."

"Those who don't know are not guilty." Jiang Wuzhou paused, turned his head, and asked, "Zixi, you didn't tell him, did you?"

Cen Xi turned his head guiltily: "...didn't tell." Shit.

A few days ago, there was such an intense noise in the room that frightened Little Doctor Cen, who was hiding at the base of the wall and eavesdropping.

"Very good, after Baiyi Wumian died, the rumors are naturally not rumors. It's a good one to plan and follow the trend." Jiang Wuzhou said coldly, "Since the pavilion master wants to do this, then I have nothing to say."

"Before you were stared at by the Baiyun faction, it was inconvenient for you to move. It's just a change of identity. Why not?"

"Whether it's the Baiyun faction or the Feihua Pavilion, it doesn't matter if anyone targets you. Could it be that you'll let me go?"

The blue veins on the forehead of Zhong Qinghuan twitched suddenly, and it was obvious that he had reached the limit of his patience: "Where else can you go besides Lingde Lake!?"

"Apart from Lingde Lake, where else can I go?" Jiang Wuzhou confronted him tit for tat, refusing to budge an inch, "Since the pavilion master is generous, he didn't intend to ask me about my crimes, and apart from my identity in Feihua Pavilion, why did he take me with him?" Going back to Lingde Lake? When I insisted on staying, you doubted day and night, but now that your wish is fulfilled, wouldn't it be great?"

Noon Qinghuan was at a loss for words.

Hearing that there was no movement in the room for a long time, Cen Xi wondered if the fight was about to end, and he didn't want to hear the sounds of tables and chairs colliding and pulling and entanglement again.

The next moment, the door suddenly bounced open to both sides, and fell hard against the wall, with a loud crash, and the wall skin was scratched off.

Cen Xi thought that he had been caught eavesdropping, but when his legs softened, he hugged his head and begged for mercy.

Zong Qinghuan didn't see him at all, but grabbed Jiang Wuzhou's sleeve, walked quickly through a long corridor, and forcibly dragged him into another room.

"Chang Qinghuan! You... let go!"

The door behind him was closed by Chong Qinghuan, causing a few grains of dust to fall from the door frame.Jiang Wuzhou's heart tightened for no reason, and he didn't understand why he brought him here suddenly.

The furnishings in this room are unremarkable, the most conspicuous ones are a low table behind the screen, a bronze mirror, and...a table full of bottles and jars.

Jiang Wuzhou immediately turned pale.

He turned around and fled almost instinctively, wanting to rush out the door, but was held down by Zhong Qinghuan, puzzled: "What are you afraid of?"

"I don't want to touch these things again!"

"I'm going back tomorrow. Prepare yourself and think about your new identity." Chung Qinghuan thought he was just having a fight with him, so he didn't care too much, and pulled him to the table without any rejection, and opened a wooden box Said, "I specially ordered someone to bring these here from Lingde Lake. They must be things you are used to. I also asked them to bring two of the human skin masks. Don't paint too shabby. I don't want to spend all day To an ugly thing..."

"Zong Qinghuan!" Jiang Wuzhou's reaction was unexpected, he broke free from the restraint desperately, staggered back, bumped into the screen behind him, and said with a pale face, "I... won't be easy again..."

He couldn't stand still, he grabbed the wooden frame of the screen, clutched his chest and retched a few times, showing pain on his face.

Noon Qinghuan was taken aback: "Wu Zhou?" No matter how dull he was, he could see that something was wrong, and wanted to get up to help, but unexpectedly, the sleeve hook brought a box of makeup powder, and then knocked over several things one after another , and finally rolled off the table together with the box and the lid.

The sound of porcelain shattering exploded on the floor like thunder, the smell of spices mixed in the powder spread out, and the turbulent flow of poured liquid was ticking. The chaos was as if the nightmare of that day had recurred.

The string in Jiang Wuzhou's mind snapped, and he was completely seized by the fear in his memory. He hissed, "Don't touch me!!!"

Noon Qinghuan couldn't help him, and was knocked away.

When had he ever received such cold treatment, he was stunned: "You..."

When Cen Xi heard this unusual movement outside the door, he immediately panicked, rushed into the house, stopped in front of Jiang Wuzhou, and said sharply: "Don't touch him! Stay away! It's okay, bro... …elder brother?!"

Little Doctor Cen turned his head, half of his souls flew away in fright, he hugged the limp Jiang Wuzhou, touched the bloodshot overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Wuzhou, you , don't scare me..."

Jiang Wuzhou only felt a splitting headache and a sweet throat. He closed his eyes and leaned against his arms for a long time, his breathing gradually calmed down. After barely suppressing the fear in his heart, he said in a low voice: "It's okay. Zixi, you Stay with me for a while, just for a while."

"I'll help you go back and rest."

"Ah."

Before leaving, Cen Xi couldn't help turning his head to look.I saw Zong Qinghuan standing blankly in the mess, as if he wanted to help but didn't dare to approach.

Cen Xi couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Wuzhou quickly fell asleep.Doctor Cen quietly left the room, and before he could turn around, he was lightly patted on the shoulder.

"Wow!"

"Hush—" Zong Qinghuan hurriedly covered his mouth, "Why do you keep yelling at the slightest touch? Come with me, I have something to ask you."

Cen Xi knew what he wanted to ask, hesitated for a moment, followed him into the next room, and whispered: "Brother Wu Zhou won't let me speak."

"Then let him carry this heart disease?" After closing the door, Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, "I stood by and did nothing about what happened back then, and now I regret it. This time I will never let him be destroyed again .Answer me, what did Fang Huaiyuan do to him?"

Cen Xi shrank his neck: "He doesn't want you to know."

"So I'm asking you." Zhong Qinghuan turned around and raised his eyebrows lightly, "Little Doctor Cen, do you know how much Wu Zhou has suffered to practice this superb disguise technique? How can Fang Huaiyuan be left alone?" destroy it?"

"..."

"After the young pavilion master, he can't even do white clothes without a face. Don't you think it's a pity?" Zhong Qinghuan took a breath, and the beautiful eyes shone like rippling snow, "Wu Zhou is me!" Brother, I want to help him."

Cen Xi bit her lip and said, "But these two identities disappeared because of you."

This time it was Zhong Qinghuan's turn to have nothing to say.

"Will you restore him to his white-clothed and faceless identity?" Cen Xi raised his head, a little hope appeared in his eyes, "If you agree, I will tell you."

Zhong Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously: "Yes."

Although he really wanted to declare that Bai Yi Wu Mian was dead, and then hide Wu Zhou in the Qinglan Courtyard for a few years, and then find an innocent identity to release him, but right now it is obviously more important to ask Cen Xi what is wrong with him. .

Only take one step at a time.

Feihong didn't know what the owner of his pavilion had said mysteriously to the little doctor locked in the room, but he received an order that night to mobilize all the light and dark forces of Feihua Pavilion in Pingwei Prefecture, and directly surrounded the Baiyun faction.

As the news spread, one stone caused a thousand waves, and Pingweizhou was completely in chaos.

Of course, Jiang Wuzhou didn't know about this.

Zhong Qinghuan didn't say anything, and didn't force him to change his face any more, he casually put on a veiled hat, stuffed him in the carriage and brought him back to Lingde Lake.

The carriage shook so tiredly.

Jiang Wuzhou woke up the drowsy Cen Xi, and said, "I want to send a letter to Heting, otherwise the fake news that Zong Qinghuan spread may cause misunderstandings. Zixi, you... "

Before the words fell, the carriage stopped.

With a few snowflakes on his shoulders, Qinghuan lifted the car curtain and got in and said, "Why bother this kid? Queyue Mountain is not a place where birds don't shit. Don't worry, I will let the people at the contact point over there find a way Send the message."

"Don't bother the Pavilion Master."

"It's just a little effort." Zhong Qinghuan pretended not to hear the alienation in the words, "Are you hungry? Eat something before leaving."

"Not hungry."

"Then little doctor Cen must be hungry, isn't he?"

When Cen Xi received a threatening look, he didn't dare to say "no". He quickly took the snack from Zong Qinghuan's hand and said, "I'm hungry. Brother, you want to eat some too?"

Jiang Wuzhou was helpless, he barely ate half a piece, then glanced at Zon Qinghuan, and issued the order to evict the guests: "Pavilion master still not going back to his car?"

"..." The master of the pavilion could only leave reluctantly.

two months later.

The middle-aged man wearing a dark turban hurried to the backyard of the tea house with a few people, looked at a grinning little donkey in silence for a while, picked up the scimitar on the ground, and said: "Quickly send a message to Lingde Lake——Mr. Xuanzong's Heaven Rank Black Witch has been kidnapped and has left Queyue Mountain. Also, take this scimitar and find a way to find Chidie."

"Yes!"