subordinates dare not

From then on, the two remained silent again until they walked for a quarter of an hour, when they heard the yelling of a street vendor——

"Guess the crossword puzzle and give gifts—you can get rewards if you participate in it, such as lanterns, hairpins, folding fans, etc.—it's a good deal—"

Bian Qingyu paused, seemed interested, glanced at Meng Fuyuan, "I'll go and have a look."

Meng Fuyuan: "Okay."

Looking around, I saw that the crowd in front of the paving was surrounded by three floors and three floors. Bian Qingyu first stood on the outermost floor in a leisurely manner, watching others solve puzzles leisurely, waiting patiently All the people in the inner layer dispersed, and then calmly stepped forward and asked the shouting vendors, "How do you play?"

The peddler smiled and said, "Hey, young master, you have to pay the ten-cent participation fee first."

Bian Qingyu turned his head to look at Meng Fuyuan, his eyes were facing each other, and they both understood the meaning of the other person's heart, and there were a few big characters written in the two pairs of eyes - "Sure enough, there is no such thing as a beautiful thing in the sky".

"Okay." Bian Qingyu was about to hand the two lanterns in his hand to Meng Fuyuan beside him, took out the cloth money bag, poured the copper coins and silver coins in his palm, took out dozens of pennies, and handed them to the vendor, "Then what ?”

The vendor took out a dilapidated wooden box without a lid, which contained six grids, and each wooden grid was filled with yellow papyrus stacked into squares. Yes, the young master needs to draw anagrams from each grid in turn according to the order of the heavenly stems on the wooden grid, starting from the 'A' grid, and then draw the 'B' grid if the answer is correct, until the answer is wrong, the more correct the more prizes The more expensive it is, son, try it quickly!"

Bian Qingyu nodded to express his understanding, picked up a sheet, opened it, put it together, handed it to the vendor, and said, "It's 'Shuang'."

The merchants here were stunned, before they recovered, Bian Qingyu had already gone to draw the second lottery.

Seeing that Bian Qingyu drew lots neatly, and solving puzzles is even more familiar, and the vendor also knew that he was enthusiastically recruiting a master of writing, and felt blocked for a while, but the water that was thrown out by what he said could only hope that the other party would get stuck on one topic.

But after a while, Bian Qingyu had already completed the fifth question, and this crossword puzzle made him think for a rare moment.

Seeing this, Meng Fuyuan stretched out his head curiously to look over it, and saw the writing on it - "The peacock flies southeast."

You can only answer a crossword puzzle once, and if you make a mistake, stop there. If you want a big prize, you have to start all over again. Bian Qingyu seemed to be entangled, and finally he said in a slightly uncertain tone: "Sun?"

The smile on the vendor's face was about to collapse when he heard the words, and he apologized from the side, "Young master is really smart." He was boasting, but in his heart, he hoped for the last crossword puzzle of his character and prayed secretly. The young man in front of him was stumped.

Under the eyes of the merchant, Bian Qingyu picked up another piece of straw paper, his slender and white fingers fluttered, and the last crossword puzzle was clearly displayed in front of his eyes——

"Shuangmu is not a forest, but Tian Xia has a heart."

Bian Qingyu raised his eyes, "Two words?"

"Correct."

He lowered his eyes, carefully restored the straw paper to its original appearance according to the remaining creases, his slender black eyelashes trembled, and then said: "It's... lovesickness."

After a momentary pause, Bian Qingyu asked, "I guessed everything right, what's the prize?"

The peddler was heartbroken, and with a smile on his face, he reluctantly took out another wooden box. This wooden box was much more delicate than the box that held the papyrus just now. Take off the mask and show it in front of the two of them——

It is a jasper hairpin.

Jade hairpin is the texture of Hetian jade, with elegant style and high-quality workmanship. The tail of the hairpin was originally one strand, and one quarter of the distance from the head of the hairpin was divided into two strands, interweaving three spirals. At first glance, it looks like two closely intertwined Tender green willow branches, at the top end, inlaid with a crimson bead.

The peddler smiled reluctantly, "My lord, looking at the intertwined shape, does it look like a twig? My lord, look at this crimson bead again, does it look like a red bean? This jade hairpin just happened to answer the last crossword puzzle drawn by my lord. Keep it up, congratulations, Young Master, for a rewarding trip and a rewarding return."

Bian Qingyu reached out to take it, smiled and left.

Surrounded by voices and lights, Bian Qingyu looked at the hustle and bustle of the city, and the yellow flames could not catch the eye, but he saw the golden silk embroidered dragon on the black and white brocade and the intricately carved one for a black hair. Silver Crown, Bian Qingyu looked down at the wooden box in his hand, and said in a low voice with a volume that only he could hear clearly, "It's too plain, he probably doesn't like it."

Suddenly, there was a person going against the current, rushing the crowd in front of Bian Qingyu to staggering steps, Bian Qingyu was in a daze and didn't pay attention, the man turned his wrist like a spirit snake, and smoothly took Bian Qingyu's hand The wooden box was taken away.

The technique just now—? !

Bian Qingyu's expression froze, and he said to Meng Fuyuan without turning his head: "You wait for me where you are." Then he performed lightness kung fu and followed closely.

The person carrying the wooden box had a ghost mask on his face, Bian Qingyu saw it familiar, he should have bought it at the market just now, his lightness kung fu is very good, comparable to his own.

Therefore, Bian Qingyu has been chasing him for a long time.

The surrounding scene changed rapidly, in a trance, from just now there was an endless stream of people, open flames flying around, lively beating of gongs and drums, to now sparsely populated and sporadic lights.Gusts of wind startled ripples on the surface of the ancient well, dead branches and willows swayed like ghosts urging people to kill, wandering around, twisted tree shadows like evil spirits that eat human flesh, waiting for opportunities, only the night remains the same.

After a while, the pace of the person wearing the ghost mask gradually slowed down, Bian Qingyu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and finally, the distance between the two was only nine feet.

Bian Qingyu asked in a deep voice: "What are you trying to do by bringing me here on purpose?"

The man stopped when he heard the words, without saying a word, he turned around in a blink of an eye, drew his sword and stabbed at Bian Qingyu's neck, with a sharp edge and hidden murderous intentions.

Bian Qingyu took half a step back on the forefoot of his right foot, turned around to barely avoid the blow, and at the same time drew out his saber, stabbing the opponent's chest mercilessly.

The master's combat moves are changing rapidly, and the sword body jingled dozens of times in an instant, and the two of them walked back and forth dozens of moves. The man suddenly didn't want to fight, but retreated dozens of steps, and then slowly settled down, "It really is you."

Word by word, he called out a name that seemed extremely strange, but was so familiar that it had already been baked into the flesh and blood of the other party——

"White Yu."

Bian Qingyu's pupils shrank suddenly.

But under the cover of the thick night, no one could be surprised, and then Bian Qingyu didn't say a word and stood still, as if predicting that the other party would have something to say, and his conjecture was indeed correct, only the person wearing the ghost mask Said triumphantly——

"Your human skin mask is still almost meaningless. I can see through it at a glance. Your kung fu is also taught by the master. Even if you deliberately want to get rid of those fighting habits, as long as I try a little bit, you are still the prototype."

Bian Qingyu said coldly: "What do you want?"

"I'm not good." The man with the ghost mask shook his head, making people even more horrified for no reason, "I was sent by His Majesty, so - will you go back with me?"

The moment the words just fell, Bian Qingyu only felt a nameless chill rising from the soles of his feet, spreading to his limbs and bones. His blood vessels seemed to be instantly frozen and stagnated, his body seemed to be immersed in the thousand-year-old ice, He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Impossible."

"Haha, you really don't want to, your lord also told me so." The man in the evil ghost mask continued to say casually, "If you are willing to go back with me, everyone will be happy. If you are not willing, I have a letter here. It was His Majesty who asked me to hand it over to you."

He took out a letter from the placket, held it between the index finger and middle finger, and waved it casually.

Bian Qingyu raised his hand to take it, the letter has not been opened, a strong coercion has been conveyed to the heart through the palm, Bian Qingyu only felt that his chest was oppressed by a huge boulder, close to suffocation.

"Okay, the task is completed, I should go too." Under the evil ghost's mask, the man smiled distortedly, waved his hand and said goodbye to Bian Qingyu.

"stop!"

Bian Qingyu suddenly shouted loudly, but in fact, when he listened carefully, his ending sound was slightly trembling, but the trembling sound unexpectedly disappeared quickly, "Give me back the jade hairpin."

"Evil Ghost" was stunned, and then smiled idiotically, "This is the jade hairpin you won by solving the crossword puzzle just now. I think Your Majesty will like it. I will dedicate it to Your Majesty for you. You are welcome."

Bian Qingyu met the evil ghost's eyes straight, and this time he repeated stubbornly and forcefully, "Give me back the jade hairpin."

The "evil ghost" quickly lifted the lid of the box and took a look inside, and said irrelevantly: "Oh, this jade hairpin is really beautiful, and the meaning is good, even Lizhi, Acacia beans, His Majesty will definitely like it— —”

"Fu Chenghe."

Bian Qingyu interrupted the other party, "Do you think I don't recognize you?"

The "evil ghost" finally stopped laughing. Fu Chenghe's face froze, and his expression began to distort uncontrollably, "Bai Yu, you really don't know good from bad. If you don't dedicate the jade hairpin to your lord, who else do you want to dedicate it to?" If you don’t go back and don’t bring some of your things back, do you believe that His Majesty will step through this broken Jianzhou in a fit of anger tomorrow and arrest you?!”

"You are afraid that if you return empty-handed, you will be angered, punished, and tortured by your superior." Bian Qingyu was unmoved, and said coldly, "You really underestimate me, I still can't see you Is that a little heartbreaking?"

"So what?" Fu Chenghe was still stubborn, "Baiyu, you are most familiar with His Majesty's temperament, if he knows that you are promiscuous, you will be tortured to rot at least a layer of skin when you go back!"

"Don't bother you." Bian Qingyu suddenly jumped up and went straight to the wooden box in Fu Chenghe's hand.

Fu Chenghe managed to avoid it.

The two fought naked and fought for the wooden box for several more rounds. Fu Chenghe knew that he and Baiyu had no chance of winning. , Fu Chenghe knew that Bai Yu was about to succeed, and he had no chance, so he simply moved his fingertips, opened the wooden box, and with a flick of his hand, the jade hairpin and the wooden box flew into the night together——

Even though Bianqing Yuyi reacted at the fastest speed and flew to pick it up, it was futile.

In the almost silent night, the hosta fell to the ground and broke into two pieces, making a crisp sound.

"That's fine." Fu Chenghe laughed loudly, "The jade hairpin is broken, and I don't need to take it back. I'm afraid His Majesty will dislike it. If you want it, I'll leave it to you. It's the best of both worlds!"

While Bian Qingyu was absent-mindedly looking at Yuzan more, Fu Chenghe flew three feet away and disappeared.

Bian Qingyu had no intention of chasing after him. He walked to the place where the jade hairpin landed, squatted down slowly, quickly picked up the broken jade hairpins one by one, and put them gently in the palm of his hand. With a sigh that seemed to be nothing, Bian Qingyu said softly, As if comforting himself, "Forget it, he doesn't like it either."

He found a river nearby, on which there were clusters of lanterns and open flames, carrying the wishes of thousands of families. He accidentally glanced at it, and saw someone writing on the paper lanterns, "May Xu Lang and I stay together forever and never be separated." ", the handwriting is delicate, it should be a girl with a beautiful heart, Bian Qingyu lowered her eyes, seemed to think of something, laughed at herself, and then threw the broken jade into the bottom of the river, as if she had completely cut off some kind of thought.

Then he hid himself in a narrow alley, leaning against the cold towering wall, and slowly took out a letter from his sleeve—it was given by His Majesty Fu Chenghe to bring to "White Yu".

When the envelope was torn open, it was as if they were uncovering Feng Chen's memory together. Those images of extravagance and debauchery, together with ears and temples surged in, accompanied by hoarse panting, all of which stimulated Bian Qingyu's nerves and made him start to instinctively Cramping, throwing up, curling up with exhaustion.

Bian Qingyu took a deep breath, and pulled out Bai Xuan from the envelope neatly. He tried his best to suppress his trembling fingertips, and tried to keep calm to open the letter paper folded in three, even though Bian Qingyu had tried his best for more than 100 years. Forgotten, but the moment the handwriting was rediscovered, it still felt so familiar that it made him sick uncontrollably.Borrowing a slant of moonlight piercing into the alley, Bian Qingyu clearly saw the words on it——

"Ah Yu, is Jianghu fun? After playing for so long, it's time to come back. I will pick you up soon."

Bian Qingyu only glanced at it, and then quickly put his four fingers together, the letter paper was gathered into a ball under the pressure of external force, the veins on the back of Bian Qingyu's hand were throbbing, his face was already pale and bloodless, but his eyes were scarlet as if falling He was about to bleed in an instant, and his body trembled violently, as if he was trying his best to suppress some leaked emotion.

After a long time, he finally returned to his usual indifferent appearance. He walked to the edge of the river just now, squatted down slowly, and let the river water cover the paper. , Bian Qingyu picked it up, and after confirming that there were unrecognizable blurred words and sentences on it, he unhurriedly tore up the soaked letter paper and threw it to the bottom of the river.