Feng Rugu walked out of the tea room, spread his palms, watched around, and walked towards the south corridor.

When he passed by a woman who was watching the fallen flowers outside the window, he stopped slightly, looked at her for a moment, and then sighed slightly: "...It's a pity."

The woman really looked back: "...Young Master? Who is sighing with this 'pain'?"

Feng Rugu gently pressed the fan to the tip of his nose: "The fragrance you smoked on your body should be a good and elegant thing, but there is a bad choice of ambergris, and the fragrance is a bit inferior. The white color should be selected, and the best mix is ​​fine."

After hiding a pair of swords, Feng Rugu's habits of a noble young man were completely revealed.

He can pick up tea, talk about fragrance, and composing music at will.

Soon, he successfully formed a close relationship with the tea girl who happened to meet. He sat opposite him and talked to him under the window of Linshui Xiaoxuan, and felt very happy.

Ru Yize sat down at an empty teahouse not far away, looking at Feng Rugu who was at ease, and couldn't help but think that when they went to the ancient city of Shuisheng to investigate the matter of practicing Ruxin, Feng Rugu was so familiar with talking with Yiqinnian, as if he was born to belong to such a world of flowers.

Thinking of this, it was like untiing the gift bag and taking out a somewhat old paper dragonfly.

At the beginning, Feng Rugu asked the dragonfly to fly on his shoulders.

The reason why Ruyi has kept it to this day is that she is unwilling to discard this waste paper at will, so she can carry it with her, not for other reasons.

Is he the kind of person who is dominated by the little one?

Thinking of this, he stretched out his fingers and stroked the dragonfly's wings a few times, spreading the paper.

There are also handwritings in it that Feng Ruyuan is more elegant and has insufficient strength.

When Feng Rugu wrote his birth date and eight characters just now, the same handwriting was also true.

Luo Fuchun, Sang Luojiu, or his adoptive father, all saw him write with his own eyes.

But no one objected to this.

In other words, has he always been in this way?

So, he is really not an adopted father?

Thinking of Yan Jiangnan's reputation as "Little Senior Brother", it is really hard to let go of it easily.

He was used to counting rosary to relieve his anger. Now that he was empty-handed, he lowered his head and rubbed his collar. To outsiders, he looked shy and restrained.

A young tea girl observed him for a long time and felt something. She simply sat down beside him and took the initiative to talk to him: "Sister, who is you?"

For example, I folded the paper dragonfly again and put it under my palm, and did not show it to irrelevant people: "...I don't know."

His voice was cold and there was a hint of youth, so the tea girl could not hear any clues.

The tea girl smiled and said, "He talked to Miss Lian. You looked at him one by one, but refused to get close to him. How could you say you didn't know each other?"

For example, "What do you have to do with me?"

She carefully observed the expression of the cold girl and said, "Sweetheart?"

Ruyi was embarrassed and annoyed: "...a nonsense!"

Seeing Ru, the tea girl who was serving the tea was slightly moved and her smile was bright. She patted the back of her hand and said with a smile: "Okay, I'm not the sweetheart."

Ruyi: "..." He thought something was strange.

This tea girl has only been here for three or two years, and she lacks qualifications. Unlike the girl who has been here for seven or eight years and can enjoy flowers from the window according to her mood, even if she is willing to tease this shy sister, she cannot delay too much in chatting and neglect customers.

She stood up and lowered her voice, just like a sister who had a heart-to-heart talk: "If you have feelings, it's best to make a decision early. I'll see him..."

She pointed to Feng Rugu: "I have seen many men, and I can see that they are a romantic man with unstable hearts. It is not easy to tie him up. I have to spend extra effort and work hard."

After saying that, she carried a long pot of crane beak and left, leaving as if one was thinking.

On the other side, Miss Lian was also called away by the boss's wife. Before leaving, she was reluctant to leave. She took a few steps before looking back and said to Feng Rugu: "Mr. Feng, will you come tomorrow?"

Feng Rugu: "I can't say it well, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day."

The girl was affectionate and said, "Then I'll wait for you."

After Miss Lian left, Feng Rugu walked to Ruyi with a cup of tea, pulled out the stool and sat down: "Miss You, I've found out."

Ru Yiliangliang said: "Yun Zhongjun is good at abilities."

Feng Rugu is proud: "That's. Listen to me-"

He leaned against Ruyi, naturally stretched out his hand and pressed his knees to make a close look with him: "The earliest young couple killed in Meihua Town died four months ago. But before that, no young woman in the town had any dissatisfaction with her marriage and was killed because of this. The portraits of the woman posted by the government were posted throughout the town, and the town did not know who she was."

Ru looked at him and nodded faintly.

Feng Rugu gently supported his chin with the handle of the fan: "A woman who has never been seen in Meihua Town wants to seek life one by one against newlywed couples in Meihua Town. It's really intriguing."

Ruyi: "Have you asked something else about Yunzhongjun?"

Feng Rugu: "Time is limited."

He bit the edge of the cup, drank the tea in the cup in one go, and then the cup fell into the palm of his hand, and played with it carefully: "But since we are about to marry, we might as well capture the person who is behind us and ask in person."

Ru together and said, "Since Yun Zhongjun has asked everything he should ask, then go back."

Feng Rugu looked out the window: "It's still early."

Ruyi said: "It's time to take a bath. The 'Pingqintai' on your body lacks a good ambergris, and it's not beautiful after all."

Feng Rugu was stunned and approached Ruyi's face.

As if he turned away, he went up again.

Feng Rugu: "Are you angry?"

Such as: "Rich."

Feng Rugu: "Are you really angry?"

Such as: "Childish."

Feng Rugu: "I'll give you something."

Like: "No..."

Such as: "…what?"

When Feng Rugu took out the thing, Ruyi's face collapsed ten times stronger than before.

But Feng Rugu deliberately turned a blind eye to his black face: "This is what I bought when I bought your clothes. It is the best green bird head and peach blossom mouth fat. Pink, white, black, and fragrant lips. Then, it will be paired with a good phoenix crown and red shiny veil. The master is probably the most beautiful bride in the plum blossom town... Hiss-"

Feng Rugu originally intended to make him angry, but he didn't expect the effect to be too good.

Ru Yiyi held his wrists on his knees tightly, and bit his lip in anger: "Don't treat me as a woman!"

There is nothing wrong with the woman himself, but...

But does he like women like this?

Ruyi was suffering from being unable to describe the feelings in his heart at this moment, so he heard Feng Rusu feel aggrieved and said, "Master, I feel pain."

Ru Yi suddenly realized that he was a person with a special physique. If he used a little force, he would be bruised all over his body, so he quickly let go of his hands.

Feng Rugu lifted up his sleeves, and the place he held was really red.

This small trace made Ruyi think of Feng Rugu’s half-body Lingchi scars hidden under the green lotus for no reason.

A strange emotion grabbed his heart.

At first, his heart was just as soaked in vinegar, and his sourness was tight.

When he began to think about the possible situation when Feng Rugu was injured, the soft flesh started to hurt without warning, and it was really painful.

Ruyi was at a loss: "You..."

"You are not good to me at all." Feng Rugu quickly put away the things, "If you don't like them, I won't give them to you."

Feng Rugu turned around and returned to the tea room, leaving Ruyi in place, and was stunned for a moment.

A somewhat funny and inexplicable thought emerged in his mind.

He could not press Feng Ruyuan to the ground.

...The ground is too cold and hard, so Feng Ruju is afraid he can't stand it.

...

After inquiring about the news, they returned to the inn where they stayed.

Hai Jing had already settled everyone's luggage and stood at the door to wait. As soon as everyone came back, he took the initiative to walk to his uncle.

Although his junior uncle dressed like this, Hai Jing didn't dare to laugh, and secondly, after Ruyi used a gauze scarf to block the contours of Adam's apple and Yingting's face, Hai Jing even blushed a little when she looked at him, and didn't think anything was wrong.

He told everyone in a low voice: "Duanrongjun is alone, uncle and Yunzhongjun are one, and Fuchun is a long time ago. The monk asked the shop owner that I could sleep in the corridor with my bed and quilt in the middle of the night."

Feng Rugu asked casually: "Meihua Town is a small town, why are the inn rooms so tight?"

Hai Jing said obediently: "No, it's all empty rooms."

Everyone: "..."

Hai Jing looked around and saw that everyone looked different, and was a little worried about whether he had done something wrong: "The little monk thought that if each person had a room, it would be a bit expensive. Besides, this was the case before..."

If there is no objection.

Who would have thought that Chang Boning spoke beside him.
To be continued...