Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

After Rong Fei got tired of leaving, seven days passed without incident. On this day, Xu Ziying caught a bastard who secretly put mice in the dishes in the inn. He saw sharply that it was the guy from the restaurant opposite.

The guy took advantage of him and ran to the street, Xu Ziying rushed after him, "Stop!"

The guy was thin and small, and he shuttled back and forth among the crowd, but he couldn't catch him anyway. He ran with his clothes up and down, and when he looked up, he saw someone he knew in front of him.

Xu Ziying shouted while running, pointing at the guy, hurriedly said: "Zhou! Brother Zhou! Master Zhou! Quick, help me catch the thief!"

Zhou Yunke was walking towards him, he stopped when he heard the shout, and looked forward without hesitation, when the guy ran over and stretched out a foot, he tripped him up.

After arresting the man, when Xu Ziying ran over panting, he slapped the guy on the forehead, and there was bound to be a lot of scolding.

"Run! Tell you to run! When I put such a big mouse in the dish, I will fry it for you. You can eat the mouse, and you can fry another plate of mouse oil!"

The buddy refused to admit it, and Xu Ziying didn't listen to his nonsense, saying that he would hang him on the plaque in the opposite restaurant and go to the theory.

Zhou Yunke spoke to mediate: "Ziying, you still have to do business, it's not good to make trouble, so leave it to me."

Although Zhou Yunke had a gentle appearance, he used a skillful force with his hands, but the clerk was powerless to fight back, and he had a grim face as if his teeth were sour.

Xu Ziying knew that Zhou Yunke was a professional in this area, so he couldn't force anything, so after much deliberation, let it go.

Zhou Yunke handed him over to his subordinates, and the people from the inn chased after him. Wang Xiaoer panted, "Shopkeeper, master...you are running too fast, we really can't keep up..."

If Zhou Yunke hadn't happened to come across him, he would have lost track of him. Xu Ziying waved his hands like chasing a crab: "I'm running fast now? It's alright, alright, hurry up, there are still customers in the store."

Wang Xiaoer wanted to go with Xu Ziying, and Xu Ziying said to Zhou Yunke, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, if we didn't meet by chance today..."

"No," Zhou Yunke shook his head, looking into his eyes, "I'm here to find you, about Ronghou."

Because Xu Ziying ran too far, he asked Zhou Yunke to sit down in the cloth house. The cloth house was relatively elegantly furnished, and Xu Yu brought a cup of herbal tea on the low table behind the beaded curtain. Zhou Yunke just thanked him and didn't drink it.

"Originally, it took three days to reach Jianghe Valley from Xuanle City. Marquis Rong promised me that he would send news in five days, but it's already the seventh day, and there is no news at all. The people guarding outside the valley can't find out at all to the inside story."

He said in a deep voice: "The father of the owner of the valley is a well-known strange thief. The entire valley has excellent detection capabilities, and the inside is like an impenetrable wall. Considering many factors, I still want to ask you if Rong Hou has passed it on to you. message?"

Xu Ziying was quite calm, and slowly shook his head: "No, nothing," then asked: "Then what is the situation now?"

Zhou Yunke pondered for a moment: "It is unlikely that Ronghou is in danger. The owner of the valley dare not touch him. It is very likely that Ronghou will be detained."

"Hold it? What are you doing?" Xu Ziying put his hands on the edge, frowned and said, "Could it be..."

"Hello, He Shengyan."

Rong Fei was sitting under the shade of a huge tree, with two wicker chairs placed on the flat grass, looking out at a beautiful landscape, the lake was full of lotus leaves, and each branch of lotus stood gracefully, smiling like a fairy.

He was sitting here, and a tall man was sitting across a rattan table.

Called He Shengyan, but He Shengyan didn't seem to hear, his face was covered with a big lotus leaf, and his legs were crossed leisurely. One handsome boy on both sides fanned him and the other beat his legs, let alone enjoying it.

Rong Fei didn't cry anymore, just sat and watched him, for a moment He Shengyan made some movement, as if he had just woken up, and spoke in a strong voice through the lotus leaf.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?" Rong Fei laughed teasingly, stretched out his leg and hooked He Shengyan's chair leg, causing him and the chair to be turned upside down.

He Shengyan cried out in pain, the teenagers around him hurriedly protected their master, one of them showed a dagger, as if he was on guard against Rong Feiyan.

Under the lotus leaf was a suave and handsome face. He Shengyan had a wooden hairpin on his head to tie his hair. His clothes were not very comfortable, and he was lying on the grass with his collar more than half open.

"It's okay, it's okay, you step back."

He Shengyan didn't take it seriously, and the boy left obediently. If you look carefully, you will find that the faces of the two young boys are expressionless and their eyes are lifeless.

Like a doll that obeys its master.

Rong Fei looked tiredly at the backs of the two teenagers, and couldn't help but sneer: "The puppets are badly made, but the faces are made just like real people."

He Shengyan got up slowly, settled the rattan chair and sat down lazily, picked up the folding fan and fanned himself: "Everyone has the desire to love beauty, if it's not pleasing to the eye, why don't I be upset if I keep it?"

After finishing speaking, he winked at Rong Fei: "Hey, why don't I give you one, just make it according to your favorite appearance, don't look at the usual wooden bed work..."

Rong Fei was tired of interrupting him: "Shut up." He glanced at him: "I have a wife."

Wen Yan He Shengyan stared at him for a while, seemed to think of something, snorted lightly with disdain, the frequency of the folding fan shaking faster, but didn't say anything more.

After a while, Rong Fei said in disgust, "He Shengyan."

He Shengyan said impatiently: "What are you doing and what are you doing? You miss me eight hundred times a day. Are you hungry? Come here. There are freshly roasted pigeons here. Come and eat some wings."

He picked up the squab on the table, and thoughtfully tore off a wing and handed it to Rong Feiyan, Rong Feiyan didn't even look at it: "You roasted all my carrier pigeons?"

Rong Fei was tired of refusing to eat He Shengyan, so he ate the oil on his fingers, and lazily said: "Well, this is the last one, and the note inside is just enough to wipe your hands, thank you, thank you, you are so considerate."

Rong Fei tired of his face not changing, but his eyes changed, he leaned on the back of the chair and said: "You are really carved out of the same mold as your father."

He Shengyan didn't pick up the conversation, he ate the roasted pigeon seriously, and only the bones were left. Rong Fei said angrily, "Is it finished?"

He Shengyan burped, and wiped his thighs with both hands, "It's not for you."

Rong Fei said angrily: "Let me go back."

He Shengyan said bluntly: "Not for the time being."

Rong Fei tired of pointing the table with his finger: "You backtrack."

"I backtracked?" He Shengyan seemed to hear some big joke, he laughed so hard that he almost rolled off his chair, and said while laughing.

"Who said I'll never see you again? I'll never see you again, huh? How many years have you eaten sand in that desert for ten years, and you became a marquis in Xuanle City, and married a man, Isn't it beautiful? Huh?"

After laughing enough, he continued: "I really want to see how beautiful your male wife is, how good she is in bed, and how fascinated you are like this hahahahaha."

Rong Fei was tired of the smile disappearing on his face, and didn't say much: "Keep your mouth clean."

"What are you in a hurry for? Have you forgotten that—"

"enough!"

Rong Fei's jaw tensed, even though he hadn't seen him for many years, He Shengyan knew that he was angry, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said with a smile.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. You said that we haven't seen each other for so many years. You and I should have a good chat."

Rong Fei was tired of sitting and stretching his legs, raised his eyes to look at the grave on the mountain, half-closed his eyes and said, "How many puppets have you made?"