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Chapter 82 Winding Three Fengbei, Staying Overnight at Zheng's House?
That night.

When the evening wind blows, colorful lanterns are hung on the painting boats, but the extravagance of the past is missing.

This is the sixth day of the suspension of business between heaven and man.

Many tourists come here in high spirits and return in disappointment.

The news of Mr. Zheng from the Zheng family being imprisoned has spread wildly, and even the people on the street are spreading rumors.

But for some reason, most of the properties of the Zheng family are still operating normally, and there is no sign that the Zheng family is about to be ransacked.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Zheng Xiu secretly summoned the evil boy's incarnation.

Pull the fine steel fence hard, and it returns to its original shape.

Jumping off the tall building, halfway cut into A Piao and landed.

When it landed, its almost transparent body flashed into the alley, and passed through several walls to other people's courtyards.

There were a few dog barks on the way. The young woman who was bathing tremblingly in the petal bucket thought that a thief had entered by mistake, so she wrapped her silk scarf in panic and went out to check. There was no one in the courtyard. , and somewhat inexplicably lost.

Zheng Xiu slightly adjusted the villain's traits during this trip.

[Provocation] is installed, and [Stealth] is installed.

[Stealth] While in effect, some faint "dark areas" will appear in the field of vision, and at the same time, it can slightly eliminate the presence of the avatar.

Although not obvious, Zhengxiu believes that as the level of traits increases, there will be qualitative changes.

Today's [Hidden Trace] realm is still "understanding the superficial".

When Zheng Xiu discovered that traits could also be equipped on trick weapons, he had to start liver skills.

【Invisibility】Combined with 【Purgatory】The effect is not difficult to guess, the invisible knife.

Surprised for no reason, the bathing good family, the young man was walking on the street at the beginning of the night, all kinds of lanterns were hung up, as if there was a festive atmosphere to welcome the new year.

The street performers performed tricks, blowing fire to change their faces, smashing boulders in their chests, and passers-by applauded.

In the teahouse, the storyteller's voice was up and down, and the tea guests clapped their hands and rewarded them with money.

Young women in three or five brocade clothes invited to go out at night, covered their faces with gauze scarves, wore gold and silver, snickered and whispered.

The sons and brothers have bulging waists, listening to music in brothels, whoring literary and martial arts, so happy.

Zheng Xiu walked through the crowd all the way, thinking about the magic of the world.

Daqi hides in the city, and among these people, from all walks of life, how many people have a glimpse of the door, how many people have mastered thaumaturgy?
Zheng Xiu was watching the market, and suddenly had a strange idea.

Is there a possibility that it was not because he rescued Fengbei that the door was born.Rather, the doorway thaumaturgy already existed, but it was hidden too deeply, hidden among the people in the city, and no one ever showed its feet.

However, Zheng Xiu had no way to confirm this.

Walking on the avenue, there was a sharp-eyed coachman of the Zheng family who saw the young master who was as dazzling as a firefly from the bustling crowd. He pulled the car up to Zheng Xiu and said in a low voice, "Master, please get in the car."

"it is good."

Zheng Xiu didn't refuse, and got into the traveling car.

Walking steadily, pulling the rickshaw is like walking on flat ground, obviously not an ordinary person.

He whistled a few times. At first, Zheng Xiu thought he was sending news to other people, but unexpectedly the meaning of the whistle was: Boss Qing is looking for you.

Zheng Xiu nodded: "Understood."

sit in the car.

Zheng Xiu was somewhat curious and somewhat bored, so he couldn't help puffing a few times, and asked the driver: "The man in the door?"
The coachman chuckled and said, "Young master is wise, it's just my first glimpse of the way!"
Zheng Xiu blew again: Brotherhood?

The coachman blows: Don't dare!Omniscient!
Zheng Xiu didn't go deep into the opponent's ways and rules.

No words on the road.

Zheng Xiu watched the world with interest.

He didn't know it before, but after he knew that thaumaturgy was hidden in the world, he looked left and right curiously, speculating that those professions might be thaumaturgists, and what their strange abilities would be.

Half an hour later, the cyclist safely delivered Zheng Xiu to the door of Zheng's house.

Before the trip, Zheng Xiu already had an ominous premonition.

He glanced at the location of [Post Station Fengbei] in his heart prison.

It seemed that she hadn't moved her position since last night, not even an inch.

really.

Zheng Xiu stepped out of the car and saw this scene.

Feng Bei was dressed in black, his clothes were half wet, the snow had melted into ice water.A few drops of dew hung on Feng Bei's hair, and he was motionless, leaning against the precious gold-encrusted stone lion at the gate of Zheng's house.

Zheng Xiu stepped forward, feeling a little distressed, and felt that Fengbei was a fool, so he couldn't help but said from a distance: "Sister Fengbei, don't you think you've been here all day?"

Looking up, in the night, on the roof in the distance, there is the figure of Ye Wei lurking faintly.

The Zheng family is still being followed.

Because of Feng Bei's existence, there was not even a shadow of a raven in the sky above Zheng's house, and they were all scared away by Feng Bei's strange aura.

Feng Bei saw the young man panting all the way, trotting towards him, with an unintentional look of blame on his face, his clenched fists loosened a little, and nodded: "I've been waiting for a day."

Last night, the young man played tricks and disappeared. Fengbei was a little angry at first, but when he thought that the young man's deafness was to save Yueyan and the two from the ghosts in the Fairy Aunt Temple, most of the anger had already disappeared, and more of it was heartache and self-blame.As soon as she spoke, she laughed at herself, then pointed to her ear, and then pointed in another direction.

The direction she pointed was the living dead Situ Yong's residence.

Gestures are saying: I will take you to treat your ears.

"No need, it's cured." Zheng Xiu giggled, showing two cute little canine teeth.

"It's cured?" Feng Bei showed surprise: "Who cured it?"

"Secret! Hee hee!"

After this question and answer, Fengbei knew that his ear was really healed.

Taking a deep look at the child, Fengbei knew that there were many secrets hidden in the child's heart, and even the matter that Fengbei cared about the most must be hidden in the boy's heart.

Ever since the boy disappeared strangely in Zheng's house, Fengbei honestly paid for the two doors, apologized sincerely to Erniang Zheng, and guarded the door.

She didn't know where Zheng Xiu had gone, but after thinking about it, even though he ran away, he would still come back here in the end.

Sure enough, she squatted down.

But what about after squatting?

Fengbei originally had thousands of questions.

The words came to his lips, but Fengbei didn't know how to ask them.

After asking is the real problem.

If the boy answered yes, what should she do?If the answer is no, will she believe it?
So it doesn't really matter what the answer is.

Fengbei decided that she would use her own eyes to confirm this matter, and settle a matter of concern over the years.

But in fact, what even Fengbei herself has not noticed is that she herself may not have thought about this matter.

What is on your mind is what is on your mind, but once it is over, can it still be called a matter on your mind?

At that time, what else can she pretend in her heart?
The preoccupied Feng Bei stood in place, speechless for a moment.

Zheng Xiu patted the door of his own house, his childlike voice was a little domineering and arrogant, just like a rich young master.

"I'm back! Open the door!"

It was Zhi Zhi who went out to greet the young master, she just wanted to call out enthusiastically to the young master, but when she saw Feng Bei beside her, she was at a loss for words.

"Come in!"

Zheng Xiu waved to Feng Bei.

Feng Bei was slightly startled: "Me?"

"Otherwise? It's freezing cold, isn't it cold when you stand outside? Look at your clothes, what should you do if you catch a cold? I'll let someone burn a bucket of hot water for you, take a bath to dispel the cold, and dry your clothes." Zheng Xiu asked back.

Feng Bei shook her head and said it wasn't cold, but the word "wind and cold" that Zheng Xiu said suddenly reminded her of the cause of her mother's death 20 years ago, and she fell silent for a while.

As soon as Zheng Xiu's words came out, he felt as if he had said something that shouldn't be said, so he turned his head and pretended to be a child to show his temper: "Humph! Sister Fengbei, if you don't come in and sit down, you don't want to, and I won't say anything if you ask me in the future. right?"

The benefits of the vest are here.

Whatever you pretend, as long as you don't get exposed, you can be forgiven.

Feng Bei hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Ye Weiyang, Shangxian San, Feng Bei, excuse me."

Zheng Xiu had other plans for letting Fengbei into the house.

He wanted to get news about Ye Weiyang from Feng Bei.

But it's not good to be too abrupt, we can only talk about building a good relationship first.

Fengbei obviously doesn't want money, so what is she looking for?

Mr. Zheng began to think about the problem with the mentality of how to squeeze the wool.

"By the way, sister Fengbei, where do you live?"

At the door, Zheng Xiu chatted with Feng Bei.

Zhi Zhi led the way, walking lightly, with his ears pricked up.

Zheng Xiu followed Zhizhi, followed by Fengbei, and stepped across the threshold of Zheng's house.

"Outside the city, ten miles, on a cliff."

Feng Bei replied.

"So far? Do you want to stay here overnight? There are many empty rooms."

Zheng Xiu turned around and warmly invited.

Fengbei was surprised and fell silent.

"……it is good."

pat.

Zheng's outside.

Not far away, on the roof.

A night guard who had been monitoring Zheng's chin made a strange sound, and it was difficult to close it.

He patted his companion beside him, and found that his companion did not respond. Looking back, his companion Ye Wei's expression was no different from his.

Everyone was shocked.

The two made gestures.

"Just now... Master Shangxian San, did you go in?"

"You saw it too?"

"Saw!"

"Here, do you want to report it?"

"Report, report, report to whom?"

The two looked at each other.

Under the influence of Feng Bei's aura, the group of ravens circling over Zheng's house dispersed one after another, dropping feathers in panic.

"Maybe Shangxian San-sama is going deep into the Zheng family and wants to find out the news?"

"It must be so!"

"Master Shangxian-san seems to be staying overnight?"

"As expected of you, Lord Three!"

Shangxian Sanfengbei will stay overnight at Zheng's house tonight.

Like growing wings, passing in the middle of the night.

The night guards ran on the roof tiles and passed by, gesticulating.

That's what most say.

That's why it spread so fast.

In the backyard of Zheng's cloth village, Yueyan, one of the 28 constellations, is rushing to make new clothes.

Yueyan is her identity in Ye Weiyang, on the surface, she is still Xi'er, the chief tailor of Zheng's cloth village.

In the middle of the night, Yueyan was thinking about the style of the new clothes.

Last year today, under Zheng Xiu's reminder, Yueyan's sexy hollow bellyband caused an uproar in the circle of ladies in the city.

Many noble ladies gave back quietly, saying that the gentlemen who have not watered for a long time have renewed their enthusiasm for plowing their dry fields.

The popularity of the new clothes made Yueyan suddenly realize and opened a new door.

Since Zheng Xiu was imprisoned, the master has not visited the cloth village for more than a month, which put Yueyan's practice into a bottleneck.

The stars outside the house are dotted with cold air, and the moonlight is cold.

Pushing open the window, Yueyan, who had just spent a lot of time writing the case, felt a little upset.

At this time, I looked up and saw several night guards running on the eaves, preparing to change shifts.

The gestures of the night guards made Yueyan's eyes widen suddenly.

"Isn't that Fengbei always a loner and taboos contact with others? Why did he stay overnight at Zheng's house?"

(End of this chapter)