[Seventy-five] Kaifeng House Famous Detective Code

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Since Zhan Zhao knew Yu Yikui, he had never seen her like this.Immediately startled, he came up and supported Yu Yikui.

Yu Yikui shook her head with a pale face, but said nothing.

Zhan Zhao frowned tightly.

Is it because of being locked in a coffin with the dead?

He supported Yu Yikui, and asked in a warm voice: "Miss Yu, can you stand up?"

Yu Yikui glanced at him sleepily, then suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, tried to stand up again, and then said weakly: "It doesn't seem to work."

Zhan Zhao hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Yu, I offended you."

As he spoke, he bent down and suddenly picked up Yu Yikui by the waist.

He is a warrior, although he looks gentle and elegant on weekdays, his thin and slender body is extremely explosive, and it doesn't take much effort to hug a woman.

Yu Yikui was covered in blood, but he didn't care at all.

He lowered his eyes, didn't know what he was thinking, and carried her out of the thin-skinned coffin properly.

A few yamen servants rushed over at this moment, and they were taken aback when they saw the scene. Zhan Zhao didn't explain anything, but said lightly: "Bring these two people back, and bring the corpse in the coffin back to Kaifeng Mansion."

The older yamen servant hurriedly said: "Understood, Mr. Zhan." Without giving the young yamen servant a chance to show off, he took him away to deal with the matter together.

Zhan Zhao hummed lightly, then lowered his head, and softly said to Yu Yikui in his arms: "Miss Yu, please... hug Zhan Zhao's neck, Zhan Zhao will take you home now, okay?"

Yu Yikui nodded lightly, stretched out her hands according to her words, and hugged Zhan Zhao's neck. When her fingers touched Zhan Zhao's warm back of neck, he suddenly trembled slightly. After a while, he said: : "Your... hands are so cold."

Yu Yikui didn't speak, she seemed to be exhausted, she rested her head on Zhan Zhao's chest weakly, Zhan Zhao's eyes were deep, and she didn't speak.

With a bit of luck, he swooped up on the ground and quickly headed towards Yu Yikui's house.

It was already late at night when she escaped from Dong'an Marquis Mansion, and it was already the third watch when she was sent back to her home by Zhan Zhao. However, in Yu Mansion, there were two or three yamen servants who were still busy.

Yu Yikui was robbed last night, and after a few hours, the news spread to Kaifeng Mansion.Zhan Zhao immediately led people to seal Yu's mansion, went in and searched, trying to find some clues about Yu Yikui's disappearance.

Thankfully, a long knife fell in the pond next to the Yu family's rockery, and it was precisely because of this long knife that Zhan Zhao found the Dong'an Hou Mansion.

It is not easy to trace a knife back to Dong'anhou's mansion. Kaifeng mansion dispatched hundreds of government servants, and Zhan Zhao also used his previous connections in the rivers and lakes. He entered the Dong'an Hou Mansion.

That night, Zhan Zhao originally wanted to visit Dong'anhou's mansion at night, but he didn't want to see the soldiers of Dong'anhou's mansion dispatched to block the gates and gates, and two more soldiers came out carrying a thin-skinned coffin He followed up quietly, only to find Yu Yikui in the coffin.

Seeing her like this, although Zhan Zhao was very anxious to know what happened to her in Dong'anhou's mansion, he couldn't bear to ask. After sending her back to the mansion, he asked the cook in the mansion to boil a few pots of hot water for her. Yu Yikui took a good bath first.

There was also a lot of blood stains on his crimson official uniform. Seeing this, Wei cook said to Zhan Zhao: "Master Zhan, I'll burn some more, you should wash it off too."

Zhan Zhao nodded slightly, and said in a warm voice, "It doesn't matter Zhan, just use well water. Hold on to Miss Yu first."

Cook Niang Wei said in shock: "Master Zhan, you can't do this, it's late autumn now!"

Zhan Zhao smiled gently and comforted her, "It's okay."

Said, turned and left.

The martial masters of Yu Mansion naturally have a place to live in Yu Mansion. Zhan Zhao drew well water and went into a martial master's room temporarily. He took off his clothes, exposing his tight back, and wiped off the stains on his face with a towel dipped in water. Blood on the neck.

His complexion was not relaxed.

Yesterday, six or seven martial artists from Yu Mansion were killed three or four by people from Dong'an Hou Mansion.

These martial artists... are all his friends.

Although the martial arts of these martial artists are not that high, they are more than enough to protect the courtyard. Who knows that the Dong'an Marquis Mansion actually sent more than 20 people... If they didn't want to save Yu Yikui's life, what would she be like now?

Zhan Zhao didn't dare to think any more, and let out a long breath of foul air.

After he finished scrubbing, he changed into a set of spare clothes for a martial artist.

He wanted to wait for Yu Yikui to take a bath before looking for her, but his mind was always in a mess, thinking about her lying in the coffin uncontrollably.

Pale as paper, her whole body was cold and stiff, and her eyes...

Her eyes are always as calm as a deep pool, but just now, the despair and fear in her eyes cannot be suppressed no matter how they are suppressed.

Zhan Zhao thought in a daze, a little lost in thought.

He suddenly walked out of the room, swept out of Yu Mansion, and went straight to Zhouqiao Street.

Zhouqiao Street is one of the busiest streets in Bianjing. There is a night market at night, which is as lively as it is during the day. However, no matter how lively the night market is, by the middle of the night, everything that should be scattered will be dispersed.

Zhan Zhao didn't walk, but hurried up to the roof and performed his miraculous lightness kung fu.

Even so, when I arrived at Zhouqiao Night Market, I saw that the pedestrians had already dispersed, and most of the small vendors had also dispersed, leaving only twos and threes still closing their stalls.

Zhan Zhao was anxious, and went straight to the east end of the night market. Fortunately, the stall he was looking for was still there, but the owner of the stall was already cleaning it up.

Zhan Zhao stood up and said, "Master Li, is this sweet-scented osmanthus cake still warm?"

As soon as Mr. Li turned around, he saw Zhan Zhao in a black bunt suit. He was usually dressed as a Confucian man, and he was also wearing a blue gown. He had never worn this bunt. Today, wearing it today, he only looks handsome. He is a man with long legs and a thin waist, and he has an alluring demeanor all over his body, so old man Li didn't recognize him for a moment.

Mr. Li is old and dim-sighted, and usually relies on his clothes to serve others, but today he heard someone calling, squinted his eyes for a while, and then said: "Oh, it's Mr. Zhan, why are you here so late today? What a coincidence, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is sold out. "

The old man's accent does not seem to be a native of Bianjing, and there are some Wu Nong soft words in the official dialect, he is actually from the south of the Yangtze River.

Zhan Zhao was a little disappointed, and took another glance at the small pot on Old Master Li's stall, and asked, "How can I sell this sweet-scented osmanthus stew?"

Mr. Li said: "Master Zhan... this, this is not for nothing."

Zhan Zhao smiled helplessly, and said, "I know, I'm also from Jiangnan, how can I not know?"

Zhan Zhao is old man Li's regular customer, and the two are very familiar with each other. Seeing that Zhan Zhao insisted on buying sweet-scented osmanthus stew, old man Li simply gave him the remaining half of the jar, and babbled. How to make this sweet-scented osmanthus marinade.

With a smile on his face, Zhan Zhao responded one by one, insisting on keeping fifteen copper coins, and then returned to Yu's Mansion with the small pot of sweet-scented osmanthus stew in his arms.

At this time, heating hot water is naturally not as simple as it is in modern times.So Yu Yikui has just taken a bath, and Wei Chef has just rested.Zhan Zhao didn't want to trouble Mrs. Wei, so he got into the kitchen by himself.

People in the rivers and lakes come and go in the wind and rain, often eat and sleep in the open, catch rabbits and fish in the wild.

Even Bai Yutang, the indifferent and aloof Chinchilla, has some skill in cooking, let alone Zhan Zhao?

Turn on the fire, boil the pot, cook the stewed sweet-scented osmanthus, thicken the sauce, and cook with Ling tore some white fungus. After a while, he brought out a bowl of hot sweet-scented osmanthus, took it to Yu Yikui's room, and knocked on it. The door rang.

Yu Yikui had just finished taking a bath, and now her cold body warmed up. She heard Zhan Zhao's footsteps, and said, "Please come in."

Zhan Zhao pushed the door open and entered.

She didn't dry her hair, and let it hang on her shoulders half wet but not wet, and the clothes on her shoulders were already a little wet.

Seeing this, Zhan Zhao frowned slightly.

Today's Yu Yikui is far less lively than before, seeing Zhan Zhao coming in with something, he forced a smile and asked, "What is this?"

Zhan Zhao stuffed the bowl into her hand: "It's sweet-scented osmanthus."

She was slightly startled, and looked up at him, Zhan Zhao also happened to lower his eyes at this moment.

He is an upright man, but he is also a gentle and considerate man. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and happened to be looking at Yu Yikui. His eyes are as warm and soft as water jade.

Seeing her looking at him, she only smiled lightly, and said: "I was afraid when I was young, my mother...would make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for me to eat, but it's too late today, the stall selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes has been closed, so I can only mess around Let me make a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus with you."

In her previous life, she had lived for more than twenty years, and no one except her mother had ever cooked anything for her, but Zhan Zhao could tell her fear at a glance, and prepared warm sweets so thoughtfully.

Yu Yikui lowered her head, staring at the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus in a daze.

The sweet-scented osmanthus is made of osmanthus, which is dark red and exudes a sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus with warmth.

After one sip, the warmth slides down the throat, and the sweetness spreads from the tip of the tongue.

Yu Yikui said: "I didn't expect that in the night market in Bianjing City, there are also sweet-scented osmanthus made from osmanthus."

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, and said: "The old man Li who sells osmanthus cakes is from Jiangnan, and I live in the same town as me. In autumn, every household in Jiangnan makes osmanthus candies, and the whole street is full of sweetness. My mother is good at making osmanthus cakes." , I have to share with the neighbors every year, but I can’t eat a few dollars.”

Zhan Zhao's parents died early in his family, and he had been away from Wujin County for a long time, only going back to his hometown every few years to visit his grave.

When he mentioned his childhood memories like this, his eyebrows stretched, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He is a child who grew up happily, but Yu Yikui is not. She has never experienced such a quiet and peaceful childhood for even a second.

Because his personality is too unpleasant, he didn't have any close friends when he grew up.Therefore, it is rare to hear others share their childhood with her like this.

She looked at him with great interest, as if saying: Modo Modo.

In fact, she seldom showed this kind of expression. As soon as Zhan Zhao saw her expression, he was at a loss for words for a moment. After he stopped talking, seeing that she was still not finished, he had no choice but to continue talking.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Mr. Li at Zhouqiao Night Market is a must. If you have the chance..."

He paused, then continued: "Zhan invited Miss Yu to go with her."

Yu Yikui smiled: "Okay."

She said again: "Did you say that when you were afraid when you were a child, your mother would make you sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

There was a gentle smile on Zhan Zhao's lips, and his eyes were a little foggy, as if he was caught in memories: "It's true, I'm ashamed to say that, when Zhan was afraid of dogs, he was also afraid of geese, but that geese was the most vicious , chasing children and never letting go of a bite, the geese raised by the neighbors can scare me for a long time."

Yu Yikui smiled and said, "Then don't you eat osmanthus cake every day?"

Zhan Zhao said helplessly, "Being pecked by that goose for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake? Then forget it, it's really not worth it."

The two laughed together.

Zhan Zhao's eyes fell on the end of her half-wet hair, and he said suddenly, "It's easy to catch cold when the hair is wet."

Yu Yikui didn't care too much: "It's okay, the hair is too long, it's really hard to brush, just do it yourself."

The so-called change from extravagance to frugality is difficult. As a modern person who is used to hair dryers, once I go back to ancient times, such old and long hair can only be dried with a towel... It is not a quick-drying towel, and it takes a long time to scrub once. Yikui would not be happy.

So she always only wipes the top of her head, wipes the roots of the hair almost, and wrings out the rest of the water to dry it slowly by herself.

Zhan Zhao frowned in disapproval: "It's late autumn, and it's quite cold, so I can't help but wipe it off."

He has always been a good talker, but what he said was very non-negotiable.

Yu Yikui looked up at him, but he had already stood up, took a towel from the shelf beside her, and walked behind her in two steps.

The movements of his hands froze for a moment, but soon, he wrapped Yu Yikui's hair with that soft towel, and started to rub it gently.

While rubbing, he also reminded: "If your hair hurts from pulling, just tell me."

Being so careful doesn't really look like a typical straight man in this dynasty.

Yu Yikui couldn't help but said, "Zhan Zhao...you know a lot of details."

Zhan Zhao laughed sullenly behind her, and said, "I know some women are most afraid of pain, not to mention combing their hair in a bun, even combing their hair on weekdays will hurt, so you need to be more careful."

Yu Yikui was silent for a while and didn't speak. When she spoke again, her tone suddenly became a little strange: "Oh? So, Mr. Zhan combed the girl's hair too much?"

Zhan Zhao's hands trembled, almost pulling Yu Yikui's hair.

He immediately explained: "Why did Zhan comb the girl's hair for no reason? I only learned about it when my father combed my mother's hair when I was young and heard her complain."

Yu Yikui: "Oh..."

Zhan Zhao is helpless: "Miss Yu, Zhan has no habit of lying."

Yu Yikui also laughed sullenly.

Zhan Zhao shook his head helplessly, then lowered his eyes and wiped her head carefully.

Her hair was black and soft, like a cloud of sweetness, Zhan Zhao's movements were proper, but his heart was a little messed up.

Lonely men and widows should not be in the same room. They just brought sweet soup to her because they thought that she had been greatly frightened today. The closest distance between friends is nothing more than that.

However, to get so close to her and dry her black hair, what should I do?can doIs it what a gentleman does?

Of course not, absolutely not, absolutely not.

But he actually did it out of caring, so... the matter of overstepping.

A silent sigh suddenly came out of Zhan Zhao's throat.