A gentleman riding a red dust smile

Song Lingshuang woke up the next morning because of a scent.

He turned his head and saw that Chang Sun Jue was actually in the room.He sat at the table with his back to himself, as if fiddling with something.

The window of the guest room was half opened, the noise from the street outside and the sunlight leaked into the room together, shining on the silver dress, it was so clean that it would not disturb the dust.

But Song Lingshuang thought of those terrifying scars under the snow-white gown inappropriately.He frowned, sat up, and thought he must ask what happened.

Changsun Jue didn't look back when he heard the movement, his hands were still busy, "I haven't seen you for many years, when did you get into the habit of drinking?"

Song Lingshuang was very guilty, after all, he was pretending for the first time.It's just that these words are neither cold nor complaining, and even have a little ridicule, which makes Song Lingshuang even more unsure how to answer.

Changsun Jue seemed to have finally arranged the things on the table and turned around.

Only then did Song Lingshuang see the porridge and side dishes on the table, as well as a plate of buns.The smell came from the steamed stuffed bun.

Changsun Jue's face was gentle, apologetic, and even a little apprehensive, "I went to buy some steamed stuffed buns, but I don't know if you still like them."

Not to mention that the smile on his face now is enough to make Song Lingshuang forget who he is, where he is, and what he wants to do. The apologetic look makes Song Lingshuang feel even more distressed. Those questions about scars and cold illness are definitely not available at this time. .

He turned over and got off the bed, and said frankly, "I like it!" Then he picked up a bun and put it in his mouth.

Changsun Jue smiled, and pushed a cup of porridge in front of him, "Don't choke." Seeing Song Lingshuang's expression, he felt a little pampered in relief.

Song Lingshuang met such gazes, his heart skipped a beat, and he chewed the buns in his mouth, but he couldn't taste them.

When his taste buds finally returned to normal, he exclaimed in surprise, "This bun is...!"

Changsun Jue nodded, "It was the one you always went to when we first came to the Imperial City."

Song Lingshuang remembered that the steamed stuffed buns were sold by an old couple. The stuffing was filled with fennel and perilla.

He couldn't help sighing, "The stall is still there!"

Changsun Jue also ate some with him.

After the meal, Chang Sun Jue said, "Hua Yunzheng followed 'Mr.' to the imperial city back then, so he must have acted in secret. If you go to check his whereabouts, I'm afraid there won't be any clues. I think it's better to go to Senior Qi to inquire first. Let’s make a judgment after living in the imperial city for a long time, or those who practice frequently in and out of the imperial city, especially those with high levels of cultivation.”

Song Lingshuang nodded.He agreed with Changsun Jue's thinking.

Changsun Jue then asked: "Do you want to go with me?"

From childhood to adulthood, whether Song Lingshuang or Sun Jue was the eldest, they rarely asked each other for their opinions when making decisions.Because the premise is for two people to be together, if it is necessary to act separately, it will be agreed in advance.

Changsun Jue asked this because there are not many people who know that he is still alive, not to mention that the enemy is still hiding in the dark. It cannot be said that there is no risk for him to expose himself in front of the intelligence center deity at this time.But if Song Lingshuang wants to be together, he will not refuse.

Song Lingshuang naturally understood in her heart.

He said with a smile: "Senior Qi, please, I will wait for your news."

Changsun Jue left, and Song Lingshuang left the inn on the back.He came to Ai Zixuan's residence again.

Chang Qin went out, leaving Ai Zixuan alone to take care of Ai Xiao and Ai Lin.

Ai Zixuan didn't expect Song Lingshuang to come, so he finally coaxed the two babies to sleep and took the guests to the yard to sit down.

He smiled apologetically, "Why is Brother Ling Shuang here? Where is Huai Jing?"

Song Lingshuang: "I went to Senior Qi's. Do you really think we are here to play?"

Ai Zixuan: "I think you are quite free!"

Song Lingshuang: "Where's your wife?"

Ai Zixuan: "I went into the palace to ask the imperial concubine for her pulse."

Song Lingshuang was a little surprised, "Mr. Chang is not in the imperial city?"

Ai Zixuan: "On the contrary, the master is here, and he has never been away from it for the past few years."

Song Lingshuang: "However, I heard that as long as Mr. Chang is in the capital, he will personally ask the imperial concubine for pulse."

"I don't know why, the master hasn't entered the palace these few years, and I let Qin'er go." Ai Zixuan said.

"When did this start?"

"About three years ago. What's the matter? Why are you suddenly so interested in my master?" Ai Zixuan looked at Song Lingshuang strangely.

Song Lingshuang smiled easily, "It's nothing, just ask casually. I haven't seen Mr. Chang for a long time. I don't know how he has been doing in the past few years."

"If you miss his old man, you should pay him a visit, he's not far away!" Ai Zixuan didn't think about it when he said this, and suddenly remembered, he said apologetically, "Oh, yes, you are still a dead person now."

Song Lingshuang took a sip of tea helplessly.

Ai Zixuan: "However, Master has hardly been out of the house these past few years. We also find it strange. When we ask, we only say that we are old and can't move around anymore."

Song Lingshuang asked, "You have been with Mr. Chang for so many years, what kind of person do you think he is?"

Ai Zixuan felt strange and looked at him without answering.

Song Lingshuang: "I'm just curious. Although Mr. Chang and I have met several times, but each time is not a normal moment."

Ai Zixuan said "Oh", thought for a while, and said: "Master is a good person, but also a persistent person, so he can study alchemy to the deepest. To put it bluntly, he is a drug addict! Look at Chang Qin, It’s just something I’ve been exposed to since I was a child.”

"Mr. Chang has no temper?"

Ai Zixuan said with a smirk, "You want to ask me if I have ever been beaten? Hey, my master has a very good temper! He loves and loves me, and teaches me carefully! So you see, this young master can be regarded as a little successful in his studies. !"

Song Lingshuang was very suspicious of the definition of "love" in Ai Zixuan's mouth, so he rolled his eyes at him, and then changed the topic, "I have something else I want to ask you." He paused, his eyes darkened, "A Jue, is he Isn't it a relapse of the cold disease?"

Ai Zixuan was slightly stunned, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to have made up his mind.He replied: "Yes." Yu Bi stood up immediately, "Don't ask me anything else, you ask yourself. Ah...why I seem to hear Lin'er crying! I'll go and see!"

Looking at Ai Zixuan who fled in despair, Song Lingshuang smiled helplessly, didn't care too much, got up and left.

After he walked away, Ai Zixuan came out from behind the door.He looked at the gray figure receding in the forest, thinking.

Song Lingshuang wandered around the streets when he returned to the imperial city.Anyway, when Changsun Jue went to look for Qi Huangshan, he would probably be dragged and drunk again, and would not be able to come back for a while.

For so many years, Song Lingshuang has traveled all over Chizhou without being discovered. There are two main reasons.

First, no one would go out of their way to find a dead person.Of course, except for Changsun Jue.

Second, he is still very cautious about his whereabouts.Most of the time he walks between small towns.In those towns, people who cultivated immortals have never seen much, let alone understood anything about the immortal sect.Occasionally when he enters a big town, he always wears a cloak or eats a "beauty pill".

Beauty Pill is a kind of elixir that has been common on the market in recent years.This kind of elixir can improve the appearance in a short time, so it is widely loved by Chizhou women.But Song Lingshuang had a whim, thinking about using it to change his face.

Song Lingshuang didn't have any attainments in alchemy, and after cramming and tossing around, he finally found a few herbs that allowed him to refine a elixir based on the beauty pill that could change the facial features and temperament to a greater extent.His facial features were already correct, but if they were changed a lot, he would become ugly.What's more, the elixir he made has some side effects. With the change of appearance, the ears will become abnormally sharp. At first glance, it looks like a monster. Song Lingshuang can only put down his hair as a cover every time he uses it.

Beauty pills are not cheap, and Song Lingshuang reluctantly bought a few for emergencies.Without a cloak today, Song Lingshuang ate one before entering the city, and his handsome facial features drooped immediately.He untied his hair, and wandered around the imperial city with a face that one couldn't bear to look at.

It was noon and he was a little hungry.At this time, I just remembered the buns I ate in the morning, so I simply used my memory to find the bun shop I used to love.

Fortunately, the stall is still in its original place, and the old couple are still running the stall.It's just that after all, time flies, this couple is full of hair, and they are even older than they were back then.However, the way they help each other with smiles on their faces is the same as in the old days. Even if there are more wrinkles on the smiling faces, even if the actions are a little slow, people can still feel the beauty of the years in them.

Even though the meat buns were eaten in the morning, Song Lingshuang still couldn't help walking over, "Old man, please give me two buns."

The old man responded with a smile, wrapped two buns in oiled paper, and handed them over.

Song Lingshuang took the bun and was about to take out the money. A white sleeve went over his shoulder, and his arm stretched from behind to the front, pinching a few copper coins with his slender fingers.

When Song Lingshuang turned around, it was that familiar and handsome face.

"Why are you here?" Song Lingshuang was a little surprised.

Changsun Jue gave a slight smile as a matter of course, which was more dazzling than the noon sun, "After talking about the matter, I saw that you were not in the inn, so I came to see you."

When the old man saw Changsun Jue, he quickly declined with a smile and said, "It's really rare to see the young master twice a day! So this is your friend? Then this money can't be accepted!"

Changsun Jue shook his head, "He bought the buns from you, not mine. You'd better take them." After finishing speaking, he put the copper coins on the table and pulled Song Lingshuang away.

Song Lingshuang handed over a bun while walking.Changsun Jue was not used to eating while walking, so he shook his head to say no.

Song Lingshuang was not polite, and ate on his own.He remembered the old man's reaction just now, and said while eating, "It seems that I'm not here, you have become a regular customer of this bun shop!" As he spoke, he suddenly realized that Song Lingshuang's face was not on his face, so he was curious Ask, "How do you know I'm mine?"

Changsun Jue didn't take it seriously, and said calmly: "I can recognize what you have become."

Changsun Jue spoke casually, but Song Lingshuang accidentally blushed. It was just that he was used to covering up his embarrassment, and pretended not to care, and said, "I am proud of you. You just recognized my belt!" Now he is dressed in gray cloth, which is extremely inconspicuous, only the dark red belt remains the same as before.

Changsun Jue didn't make any excuses, and walked beside him quietly.

Song Lingshuang ate two buns by himself, and then ate a few skewers of roast lamb, plus a bowl of wontons.

When the two came out of the wonton shop, Song Lingshuang rubbed her stomach and complained, "Ah Jue, I've only seen you for a few days, and you've gained a lot of weight!"

Changsun Jue: "Why, didn't your Hanzhi feed you enough?"

Did I mention Hanzhi to him?Song Lingshuang couldn't help wondering.

After he reunited with Changsun Jue, he didn't specifically talk about those trivial days at the foot of Lianshan Mountain these years.Yesterday, I briefly talked with Ai Zixuan about the rest of my life after the catastrophe, but it was only Daoming's experience related to the matter they were investigating, and Jiang Rui should not have been mentioned.

Regarding Jiang Rui, Song Lingshuang had no intention of concealing it, and he didn't feel the need to explain it specifically.Now that Changsun Jue mentioned it, he only said that he mentioned it when he was drunk, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and followed Changsun Jue's words, "Hanzhi, he really cooks well, but how can he live in the countryside?" Is it so rich every day?"

Changsun Jue said indifferently, "Really." He didn't speak any more

In a trance, Song Lingshuang seemed to see a slightly frightening gloom flashing across Changsun Jue's face, which was as gentle as a spring breeze.But that expression flashed by, and he felt that he must have read it wrong, after all, there was nothing to be angry about.

Back at the inn, Song Lingshuang used another elixir to dissolve the "Beauty Pill" and restored her original appearance.

"What did Senior Qi say?" Song Lingshuang asked.

Changsun Jue shook his head: "There is not much to gain. Although the suzerains of various families occasionally appear in the imperial city, except for a regular meeting with the emperor every few years, there are no practitioners who go back and forth regularly or live here for a long time. Barely calculated, living in the imperial city The only people in the city are Concubine Xie, who used to be a practitioner, and Mr. Chang, who lives in the outskirts of the imperial city. But neither of them can be the person we are looking for."

Song Lingshuang raised his eyes, his eyes were deep, "How do you know that?"

Changsun Jue was startled, looked at him, and asked for a while, "You doubt Mr. Chang?"

Song Lingshuang: "Concubine Xie Guifei's golden core has been destroyed, so she doesn't look like the person behind the scenes that we know. But Mr. Chang, a seven-level monk, is also one of the best figures in Xianmen."

Changsun Jue stared at Song Lingshuang with a solemn expression.

Song Lingshuang: "After you and I found the amethyst, the first person to look for was Mr. Chang. When we entered the Fahrenheit Spiritual Realm, Fahrenheit had already planned to kill me. How did Fahrenheit know that you and I had discovered the amethyst in such a timely manner? Stone's Secret?

"There is also Hua Chen's death. Chang Yuan is familiar with the amethyst stone and the red flame disease. If he is, he will have a way to make Hua Chen die of the red flame disease. After that, he appeared in Bailing Market again, which indirectly proved that Hua Chen's death was true. It is related to the red flame epidemic. Even the matter of my father holding the amethyst stone was also mentioned by him."

He paused, "He and Master are close friends, and Master insisted that he would not tell me the true identity of the man on Wanguiya even until his death, so it is not difficult to understand. Yun Zheng didn't show his true face in front of him, not only that, but even his voice was processed with spiritual power. If it wasn't someone who is easily recognizable by the people in the fairy sect, why bother to do this? If Chang Yuan is behind the scenes, don't you Do you think it all makes sense?"

Unknowingly, Song Lingshuang's address to Chang Yuan has changed.

Changsun Jue was noncommittal.He pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Zixuan and his wife are both Mr. Chang's apprentices, I don't want to hide this matter from him. No matter what the next step is, it should be discussed with Zixuan."

Song Lingshuang nodded, "Before that, there is something else I want to know. I went to see Brother Zixuan today. I learned that since three years ago, Chang Yuan has stopped entering the palace to help the imperial concubine get her pulse, and has never left in these years Imperial City. I want to know what happened three years ago."

He inquired in the market today, and learned that the only major event three years ago was the death of the former crown prince from illness, and the ninth prince took his place.But Song Lingshuang did not know the cause and effect and details behind this incident.

"The reason why you came to the imperial city is because you have suspected Mr. Chang for a long time? And you already expected that I would not be able to ask anything before I went to look for Senior Qi, didn't you?" Changsun Jue said.

Song Lingshuang sighed, with a helpless expression, "I didn't doubt him from the beginning. But having a drink with brother Zixuan last night made me think of something. He is kind to you and me, and I hope this matter has nothing to do with him. That's why I was lucky, and I hope you can ask something from Senior Qi, but in the end, things backfired."

Changsun Jue didn't say much, just said: "You wait for me, I'll go to Snail Alley again."

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