To be honest, this woman's taste is really worrying.
She is dressed in jewels and surrounded by green beads. She would like to put this piece of jewelry on her body, lest others would not notice her wealth.
But there are so many gold and jade objects, but she can hold them down.
When it comes to coquettishness, she doesn't have that extremely stunning beauty. When it comes to charm, Lin Qingfeng doesn't notice that she has any charm at all. She just has... aura.
Yes, that's the aura.
Behind her, the two sisters got off the carriage and looked towards Mrs. Qu.
When Mrs. Qu saw the bruised nose and swollen face, she clicked her tongue in her heart, took a deep look at Lin Qingfeng, turned around and left.
"This madam!" Lin Qingfeng spoke out, stepped forward and smiled, and Fuli said, "I have met madam."
"That's polite." Mrs. Qu said calmly.
"I am a new resident who has just moved here. I am new to Hengxiang and I am not familiar with the place. It is snowing heavily in the sky and there is not a single person on the street. My wife is the first Hengxiang local I have met. This is really fate."
"It's fate," Mrs. Qu said.
"May I ask Madam what your name is?"
"My surname is Qu, the best Qu."
"My surname is Lin, Shuangmulin," Lin Qingfeng smiled sweetly, "When I first saw my wife, I felt like old friends. If we have the chance to meet again, we will become familiar with her again. Let's find a place to drink tea."
Mrs. Qu raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at her again.
At first glance, you can see that she is a dazzling beauty among the crowd. Her skin is slightly white, her eyes are bright, the corners of her eyes are slightly droopy, and she smiles with peach cheeks.
This mouth was so eloquent that Mrs. Qu thought that her attitude just now was very obvious. Although she was polite but perfunctory, she did not say anything to the other party. However, the other party did not feel embarrassed and kept smiling.
It's a corner.
Mrs. Qu always liked women who were generous, straightforward and unconventional, so she nodded: "Okay."
Looking at the pair of sisters at the door, Mrs. Qu asked, "How did their faces get hurt?"
"I don't know either," Lin Qingfeng sighed softly, "I saved her on the road, but they refused to tell me. Seeing how pitiful the two sisters were, I brought them with me."
"So that's it." Mrs. Qu said.
When I first looked at it, I subconsciously thought it was related to her. It seemed to be a misunderstanding.
Therefore, the expression on Mrs. Qu's face became gentle: "Hengxiang is a good place to raise people. Now that we have come to Hengxiang, we will definitely have many opportunities to meet each other in the future. We will have tea and chat then. I will leave first.
Already."
"Mrs. Qu, walk slowly." Lin Qingfeng said with a blessing.
Seeing the lady boarding the luxurious sedan surrounded by a group of maids, Lin Qingfeng turned around with a smile and said in a good mood: "Let's go."
The two sisters followed her expressionlessly.
After entering the house, the servant closed the door behind him. Lin Qingfeng suddenly turned around and raised his hand to pinch her sister's chin.
My sister was forced to raise her head, but she didn't dare to resist.
Lin Qingfeng looked at her face up and down, and then looked at her sister.
"He struck too hard," Lin Qingfeng retracted his hand and said coldly, "If Jiang Hui attacks you again from now on, come directly to me."
"Yeah." My sister lowered her head.
This house is very large, with only one gate from the outside, but deep inside, it connects the north and south sides of the house.
Laughter could be heard in the main hall, and people from the two carriages in front had been sitting inside talking for a while.
Ji Hong is sitting on the left hand side, and sitting on the right hand side is an old man with bright eyes and high energy. Like Ji Hong, he is dressed in plain robes. He is his master, the sage of Qingzhou who was the Lord of Jingan who traveled all over the world.
Fan Zhuyi.
Lin Qingfeng came slowly, and the people in the room stopped talking and looked at her.
But Lin Qingfeng's face was cold and he looked towards Jiang Hui, who was sitting on the second seat on the right.
"Disciple, what's wrong?" Ji Hong said with a smile. He was the only one laughing from the beginning to the end.
Lin Qingfeng looked away, walked over and said, "It's nothing."
Sitting down in the first seat on the left, she flicked the handkerchief in her hand, showing an attitude that she would not join the conversation.
Jiang Hui snorted coldly, not wanting to look at her. Before looking away, he still took a look at her plump chest and lower abdomen.
The conversation was not interrupted for long. Ji Hong looked at Fan Zhuyi and said with a smile: "I thought I was going to the teahouse to invite a few people back. The news about Hengxiang that we heard outside is not as clear as what we heard from the locals."
"Well, the news anywhere is not as good as the one in the teahouse," Fan Zhuyi said lightly, "Besides, my eldest disciple loves to drink tea."
Lin Qingfeng's eyebrows moved slightly and he raised his eyes to look at Fan Zhuyi.
In the early years, it was always said that Shen Xu was dead, and even the loyal aunt beside Shen Xu, who devoted her life to her, left the world to escape the world.
Lin Qingfeng sent someone to inquire secretly, but Rougu kept her name anonymous and had been lonely and lonely for the past few years. She had no contact with anyone and had never written any letters.
Therefore, Lin Qingfeng no longer doubted Shen Shu's death.
However, Fan Zhuyi has always had a lot of informants in Yunliang. Those subordinates said that Shen Shuangcheng has been making constant moves in the past few years. After careful investigation and speculation, they finally confirmed that Shen Xu was really alive. It didn't take long for Fan Zhuyi to find out easily. Shen is familiar with where the activities have been over the years.
It was precisely because it was too easy that Fan Zhuyi said that Shen Xu did it on purpose.
Sure enough, not long after, they received a letter from Shen Xu.
The letter did not reminisce about old times, nor did it mention why Fan Zhuyi had concealed the fact that he was still alive in recent years. The letter sent contained only Master's greetings, a few greetings, and a strange pattern.
In the next six months, he sent three more letters, each with a similar but different pattern, like a map or the cracked lines on a tortoise shell.
Lin Qingfeng spent a lot of time searching, but could not find much. The two main clues were one pointing to Zhaoyun Mountain in Chongyi and the other to Liushi Mountain in Zhenzhou.
This deep understanding will always be like this.
He doesn't tell the whole story, he half-tells it, hides the other half, leaving weird things for people to guess.
But sometimes people are just mean-spirited. They know that they are secretly guiding people, but they just can't help but want to investigate.
No, the master came to Hengxiang.
Lin Qingfeng looked carefully at Fan Zhuyi's face with a pair of beautiful eyes. It was rare for Fan Zhuyi to take the initiative to mention Shen Xu, but there was no fluctuation in his expression and no emotion could be seen.
Lin Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and continued to fiddle with his long, crystal-clear nails.
"Speaking of the teahouse," Ji Hong said with a smile, "Senior brother, the tea I drank in Guan Nei was really memorable."
Lin Qingfeng looked down at her nails, her lips curled up with joy when she heard this.
Ji Hong never picks up a pot without opening it. When he mentions it, it must have deep meaning.
"It was that tea that knocked us all down and allowed our wise nephew to steal the ashes we had worked so hard to get back. Alas."
Fan Zhuyi's fist hardened and his face became even more ugly.
"Oh, speaking of which, my nephew's body has not been found yet," Ji Hong added, "I'm afraid the ashes will never be found."
"Where are those two women?" Fan Zhuyi said coldly, "Let them come in."
"Xiao Rong, Xiao Wu," Lin Qingfeng called lazily, "come in."
