Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

"The county lord Jiren has his own vision." Chun Lai took the newly brought oil-spattered noodles from the store, put it on her table, and drew out a pair of chopsticks in the bamboo tube. Before handing it to her, he used the handkerchief. The child wiped it carefully.

The store seemed to see that they had two bad money, and asked them if they would need an extra jar.

Chun Lai said: "Excuse me, you can just bring some tea. You must make good tea. Our son can't drink tea foam too often."

The store said: "The little boy is really a delicate person."

Wei Yansi ignored him, picked a large piece of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, don't swallow it.

"I remember a few days ago, I also came here with a delicate lady," the store held the tray of finished dishes in front of his stomach, and looked up at the sky slightly, saying nostalgia, "Looks like a fairy, I live like this. For many years, I have never seen such a good-looking person."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the attention of the three of them.

Feng He is worthy of being the Imperial Guard, and he flew out a wink to signal Wei Yansi and Chunlai to be safe.

He pretended to be relaxed and asked the store owner: "Oh? Is that lady alone?"

"How dare such a beautiful person be alone? There are more than a dozen people with me. Anyway, the young lady is quite unwilling. She kept her cold face and eats oil-pour noodles."

"A dozen people, what do they look like?"

The store noticed something wrong: "What do you inquire about?"

Wei Yan thought with mixed feelings, tossed him a silver coin, and said in a soft tone: "We are curious."

The ingot was so heavy that the store could hardly hold it. No matter how true or false she was on her mouth, she smiled so that her eyes were bent into two crescents, and she was like beans poured from a bamboo tube, and said, "Her servant I'm afraid I will be in my whole life. Unforgettable, all of them look fierce and evil, no matter how they look like serving their masters, if I were that young lady, I wouldn't want to stay with them."

The few people at the side table listened with gusto and interjected: "Well, maybe the young lady from a rich family has been kidnapped."

"Although this place is remote, it has always been peaceful. Haven't you heard of any bandits?" Hakka replied.

"Hey, now there is a severe drought in Yuzhou, refugees are flocking to Yanjing, and it is not always true that they will fall into the wild."

"Yes, yes."

"The kidnapper was afraid of attracting attention and deliberately pretended to be a servant."

"But I haven't heard of any big family that has lost a girl."

"Store, you should report to the official."

"Reporter?" The store hurriedly waved his hand, "The county office is too far away. It's just a small township office. There is no way to get things done, let alone catching bandits. The small shop is a small business, and neither dare to provoke it. ——"

Seeing that the road is unfair, he should draw a knife to help. This shop is better. Even if a gang of bandits bully a weak woman, they are still plausible here, and they deserve it.

Wei Yan thought so hard to get angry, threw away the noodle bowl, grabbed the store's neckline, and scolded him for being timid and shrunk.

The battle was quite loud, and the guests at the other two tables turned to watch the excitement.

The shopkeeper is a cowardly temper, and he dare not talk back. He just excuses himself: "I have an old man and a young man, and I have to support my family...Is it my fault that the government does not do it? It is my fault that the robbery is rampant. Wrong? It's the imperial court or the faint emperor—well!"

Chunlai held down his mouth, fearing that she would irritate Wei Yansi, the true dragon emperor.

Feng He has been calm and composed, sitting back on the stool while pressing Wei Yansi, and asked the shopkeeper, "Which way did the gangster take the lady?"

The store's chest was up and down violently, daring not to speak, raising his hand and pointing towards the back of the mountain.

According to the store’s account, the name of this mountain was named Woyun Mountain by the locals because of its cloud-like shape. Behind the mountain is Liutang Township. The villagers are all honest and enjoy a boundless life.

These clues are scribbled together, and it is impossible to confirm whether the lady in the shop is Qu Jinying.

Wei Yan thought carefully and rationally sorted out two major points.

First, the store said that the lady is as beautiful as an immortal, and Qu Jinying's appearance just happened to be on this level.

Second, Geng Wangshu was tortured for many days at Dali Temple. He was seriously injured and couldn't go too far, so he would definitely find a hidden place to recuperate.

So they climbed over the mountain overnight and rushed to Liutang Township, unexpectedly there was an inn in this small shabby place, which was in dilapidated condition.

They didn't choose, they asked for three rooms. After putting their luggage, they secretly went to the backyard to summon the secret guards. They ordered them to explore every room overnight, but they didn't find any clues.

This shows two problems. The anti-thief either has left or did not live in the inn at all.

If it is the former, they need to catch up immediately. If it is the latter, they need to stay a few more days and send secret guards to search from house to house.

Fenghe asks Wei Yansi how to choose?

When sunrise is in the east, dawn will break.

Wei Yan thought of a compromise and said: "Leave half of the guards to continue searching, and the rest will leave with us for Yuzhou."

Feng He disagrees: "The duty of the dark guard is to protect you, where are you and where they are, you cannot be divided into two teams, and there will be insufficient manpower when in danger."

Wei Yansi knew that he couldn't argue with the result. After several times of entanglement, he picked up a stone: "Let's leave it to God to choose! We will stay on the positive side, and set off on the negative side."

She threw the stone into the sky. Unexpectedly, the stone was so brittle that it broke when it fell to the ground, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the front side or the back side.

Wei Yansi: "..."

"This time even God won't help."

Spring came but unfolded the veil, bent over to pick up the broken stones one by one and put them in the veil, and said mischievously: "Look, the broken stones are now together again."

Worthy of being the godson of Deyi Dongpo, who coaxed people with one set of methods.

It was also very useful. Wei Yansi was moved and grateful to him, calmed down a bit, and thought about new countermeasures.

She walked up and down in the backyard, and in the second half of the night, she finally thought about it, her eyes flashed brightly, rekindling hope.

Bringing Fenghe and Chunlai to the township office quickly, they lit up the token of Dali Temple, deceived the officer to go round and round, and then ordered the government officials to go out and go from house to house.

The yamen were quite obedient. According to Wei Yansi's instructions, they showed the villagers a sea arrest document before entering the door, and asked the villagers if they had ever seen the person painted on the document-Geng Wangshu.

In Liutang Township, where the sesame seeds were larger, within an hour, there was a lot of trouble, and it was known that a court imperial prisoner had entered the township.

The villagers are very nervous.

Everything proceeded in an orderly manner, Wei Yansi was in a rare good mood, put a low stool under the big locust tree in front of the inn, and sat quietly on it, holding his face waiting for news.

Feng He ran from a distance and reported to him the progress of the matter: "Sixth Young Master, there is no clue at this time."

Wei Yansi pondered: "It seems that the noise is not fierce enough."

In the afternoon, the Township Office posted a reward to apprehend court repeat offenders. Those who could provide useful clues rewarded him with one hundred taels of silver. They also said that this prisoner was a prisoner who did not commit any crimes, such as looting, murder and arson.

The villagers were in an uproar, hiding in their homes and daring not to go out. They did the opposite of their love for wealth, and walked around in the streets, hoping to meet the felon on the narrow road, in exchange for the one hundred taels of snowflake silver, and lifted out of poverty. Become rich and be well off.

One day passed quickly, and there was no one who went to the county government to offer a reward.

Feng He was a little anxious and asked Wei Yansi, "What kind of medicine do you sell in the gourd?"

Wei Yansi: "I want to see if Geng Wangshu is a thief if he has a guilty conscience. You go to the township office to guard it and pay attention to whether there are suspicious people coming and going?"

Feng He seemed to know what he didn't understand, and ate noodles at the stall in front of the Township Office. He ate slowly. He ate a fourth bowl before waiting for the suspicious person—the old man with a dark face.

The old man carried two baskets of cabbage on a pole and stopped not far away to sell him. He was tall and light, and he knew he was a man of light work.

With the sharp eyes, how do you look like desperadoes walking on the rivers and lakes.

Fenghe stared at the old man with the remaining light, and a breeze blew open the old man's coat, revealing a short sword that he was pinned to his waist.

Ziyou!

Feng He took a sip of noodle soup.

Near noon, the old man didn't buy a single cabbage. He stretched his old face, complained a few words, picked up a shoulder pole, and left along the way he was going.

Feng He pointed to his back and asked the stall owner: "You know this person."

"I don't know, I haven't seen him come here to set up a stall before."

Feng He followed with a sneer, and walked northward all the way around. The road was muddy and potholes, and he almost lost people several times. He increased his speed and moved closer.

The man seemed to be aware, and suddenly his figure jumped into the woods.

Feng He also rushed into the woods, chasing him, until he chased him by the side of a pond and disappeared.

His heart is so bad that he is startled.

Deep in the dense forest, thick shade covers the sun, and dense autumn rain floats in the sky. Looking far away, the whole world is like a mist, like a dream, like an illusion.

To put it aside, Qu Jinying will definitely put aside the important things in his hands, steal a little laziness for a while, and board the attic at home to cook tea and enjoy the rain.

At this moment, she just wanted to find a place to avoid the rain, so as not to get drenched.

Since she fell into the hands of this group of anti-thief, she has not eaten a good meal, slept well, even her hair is all loose, and all her hair is attached to her shoulders, and she is drenched in the rain, and her precious and elegant air is gone. .

Still miserably tied to a tree by a rope, he couldn't move.

There were also a dozen horses tied to the tree with her, and the stinky tails of the horses swept her face from time to time, making her angry.

It's really a tiger falling to Pingyang and being deceived by a horse.

At first she was naturally a little scared, not knowing what her fate would be like.

At that time she was thinking that if the anti-thief killed her with a single blow, it would be the best result, and if they tortured her and insulted her, she would bite her tongue and commit suicide.

Be decent anyway.

But along the way, in addition to not letting her eat and drink well, the anti-thief added two cynics at most.

It is extremely inconsistent with their evil deeds of persecuting the people on the Shuiyue River.

It's strange.

It didn't take long for the rain to stop, but the rain had passed but it was not clear. Perhaps there would be another one. Qu Jinying shivered abruptly in wet clothes.

His head also became dizzy, and when he fell to his chest, he fell asleep.

This should be the best sleep she has had in the past few days, and she also had a dream.

She dreamed of a childhood scene--

Her mother was dressed in a uniform, her silver armor reflected the scorching light under the scorching sun, and her mother drowned in the light, holding her little hand, and strolling among the flowers.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little friend who caught the insects for me, my biggest problem is... No matter how many times I check, I can’t clean up the typos.

Double update tonight, please praise me, and strive for three updates next week (if enough manuscripts are saved)