In addition to beauty, she also has a mold

"lover?"

"Look at it."

".interesting."

Zhao Wuling curled his lips slightly, his brown eyes filled with a hint of sarcasm.

Liusu took off his mask before returning to the front hall where he was waiting for guests, and saluted Zhao Wuling in the name of the palace maid.

Zhao Wuling looked at her for a moment, then turned to Tan Feng who was standing next to her.

Tan Feng turned a blind eye and whispered to Liusu. It wasn't until Zhao Wuling stood up to leave that he raised his head slightly to say goodbye.

Empress Chen was weak and did not want to meet a stranger, not to mention whether Zhao Wuling's intention of coming was good or evil. Li Zhao would not allow him to see his mother, so he found excuses to evade it. Fortunately, Zhao Wuling had the sense not to ask any questions and left before nightfall. Go to the palace.

The next day, before Chen time, Qin Feng was waiting at the gate of Wujiacun.

The cold wind was howling, and it seemed that he could still hear the sad sounds of the tragedy that day. He stared at the broken things in the village with a gloomy expression, not paying any attention to the person standing next to him.

"Why do you want to kill?"

Hearing the sudden sound, Qin Feng came back to his senses and restrained his anger, but his dull tone was still intact.

"Good morning, little Marquis."

Zhao Wuling took a deep look at the village and said, "King Zhao has ordered to help the villagers rebuild. If you are mourning for the innocent people, why not go to prison now and kill Guan Ang to vent your anger."

Qin Feng sneered: "I don't think there is any need for me to take action. Your methods, little Marquis, are much better than mine."

The words contained a gun and a stick, so Zhao Wuling had no choice but to pretend he didn't hear him and said to him: "In this case, why bother thinking about it, let's go, follow me in and take a look."

"Yes."

After taking just two steps, Zhao Wuling suddenly stopped him.

He turned around and asked absently: "What are your orders, little Marquis?"

This time, Zhao Wuling had already walked up to him and stared at his face with a strange expression. He turned his face away unnaturally and heard Zhao Wuling say: "No one here recognizes you, so take off the mask."

There was a thunder on the ground.

This is tantamount to saying to him: Take off your clothes and let me see.

Of course he couldn't agree, so he changed the subject: "Little Marquis, aren't you going to express condolences to the villagers? It's getting late, let's leave quickly."

After saying that, he buried his head and walked forward.

Zhao Wuling remained unmoved and said lightly: "You came to Liecheng just to help King Zhao. Why, you don't want to do that today?"

His steps suddenly stopped, and Qin Feng was stunned for a moment.

Why do you say "today"?
Zhao Wuling's deep voice was close to his ears: "That fake Dong Wanwan's behavior, every frown, and every smile are very similar to yours before."

It turns out that he saw it yesterday, but he pretended not to know anything!
"Don't say anything, you are waiting for me here." Tan Feng was speechless.

"I heard that on the day of the disaster in Wujia Village, a man in black appeared and forced the bandits away, saving many villagers. Several children among them claimed that they had seen the face of the man in black. I ordered someone to draw it."

A piece of drawing paper was taken out from Zhao Wuling's sleeve and spread out immediately.

Qin Feng clenched his teeth as he looked at the face that was very similar to his own in the painting.

That day, when he was rescuing those children, his veil accidentally slipped down and happened to be looked at by those children. "Now everyone is looking for this man in black. If it were known that it was Tan Zhanshi's second son who rescued people, wouldn't it cause an uproar? A libertine with no knowledge, no skills, and no knowledge of civil and martial arts was actually a powerful martial artist. Great good man."

Zhao Wuling curled his lips slyly and said, "You must have put a lot of effort into doing this in the name of Tan Feng. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to change your identity and start over again, right?"

It turns out that when he said no one recognized him here, he was referring to Dong Wanwan's face.

Qin Fengqi was furious and replied: "The dignified Mr. Zhao Xiaohou actually threatens people."

"Let's go."

Zhao Wuling walked past him with a smile and walked toward the village.

For so long, he has rarely encountered anything that really worries him. However, Zhao Wuling is like an iron plate. Even if he tries to take a detour, the iron plate will still suddenly appear in front of him, no matter what. Give him a kick.

Plague God!

He exhaled, quickly took off the human skin mask and stuffed it into his arms, and followed with a cold face.

The cool breeze blew across his face, which was full of stiffness. His face was fair and thin, and turned a bit white when the wind blew. Zhao Wuling looked at his face from time to time, with a faint and unclear smile hidden in his eyes.

He never came back to see the situation in Wujiacun since he left that day.

The number of villagers has dropped sharply, and there are not many people walking around on the streets anymore. The bustle is no longer there, which shows how many innocent villagers died at that time.

Fortunately, Li Zhao helped the villagers in time to prevent the situation from getting worse. The injured villagers were gathered together for treatment. Anyone who was killed in the family would be given silver to deal with the aftermath.

The village has begun to be rebuilt, but the tragedy of that day can still be vaguely seen from the dilapidation around it.

"For a rumor that he didn't know was true or false, he pretended to be a bandit and robbed the people to cover up the fact that he went into the village to look for the Tomb of the Eastern King. It's really unpopular. Guan Ang thought he was taking a panacea and restored his youthful appearance, but he didn't know what was going on. It’s already rotten, I’m too lazy to do anything, and he won’t end well.”

Zhao Wuling teased: "You are quite fond of him and understand him so comprehensively."

"When I first met him, I felt something was wrong with his expression, so I checked it out secretly. It turned out that he got some miraculous elixirs from a traveling magician. The magician deceived him and said that after taking them, he could regain his twenties. It looks like something that secretly kills people."

But the medicine only allowed him to maintain his appearance temporarily. If he wanted to stay young forever, he had to find another way.

After tasting the sweetness, Guan Ang did not want to face his old face again. He searched for the elixir like a maniac, and even colluded with bandits to kill the village. Such obsession is really frightening.

Seeing his heavy look, Zhao Wuling said: "Your anger is too strong at the moment, which is not good."

Two strangers came to the village. The villagers looked at them with vigilance and uneasiness written on their faces. Tan Feng also looked very aggressive, which made people even more uneasy.

Catching a glimpse of the old lady's eyes under the eaves, Tan Feng immediately restrained himself and nodded slightly in courtesy.

The old lady, who had limited legs and feet, staggered forward and asked tremblingly: "Who are you?"

Tan Feng said casually: "Old man, we are from Prince Zhao's Mansion. The two of us were ordered by His Highness Prince Zhao to come here to see the situation in the village."

"Oh, it's from Prince Zhao's Mansion."

"Yes."

The old lady's legs were bent and she was about to kneel down. Qin Feng quickly helped her up: "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

The old lady burst into tears: "King Zhao has been very kind to my family. My son and daughter-in-law were killed by bandits, leaving behind a one or three-year-old grandson and me, a useless old man. If it weren't for King Zhao's money and efforts, I would be dead." I am afraid that my grandson and I will not be able to survive now.”

Tan Feng accidentally caught a glimpse of the little boy squatting in the corner, and Tan Feng felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Knowing that they were sent by King Zhao, the villagers felt much more at ease, so as to avoid the old lady kneeling down and thanking her again, they quickened their pace and went deeper into the village. The person Zhao Wuling was looking for was here.