In the early morning of the next day, Ji Yanran and Yun Yifeng left the villa. The whole Danfeng City can be counted as the territory of the Jiang family. Naturally, someone reported the movements of the two to Jiang Lingxu in time, saying that after returning to the inn to rest for a while, they left the city after having lunch—the third young master personally sent them out.
"What about Ling Fei?" Jiang Lingxu asked, he didn't sleep last night, and now he is very dizzy.
The servant replied, after seeing off the guests, the third young master came back alone and was taking a nap in the smoke and moon gauze.
"Young master, do we want to keep an eye on King Xiao secretly?"
Jiang Lingxu fell into hesitation when he heard the words, Ji Yanran had a special status, he had to be more distracted, and the master of the Fengyumen beside him was also a master who could understand the world. It's one thing to keep an eye on these two people, whether they can succeed or not, if they are found out, it will bring shame to them in vain.
But at this time, any small abnormality may cause a change in the position of the leader, and he has to guard against it.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Lingxu called his subordinate and whispered something in his ear.
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At the same time, Yun Yifeng was asking: "You said that our entry and exit will make the young master of the Jiang family feel uneasy?"
Ji Yanran said: "It's possible."
First, he ran to someone else's house, rummaged through old pianos until midnight, and then hurried out of the city, riding his horse all the way south. No matter how you look at it, this endless move looks like a premeditated and purposeful secret operation, and the timing is quite tight, which matches the turmoil of the battle for the head.
Yun Yifeng smiled and said: "Who would have thought that we really just want to repair the old piano and appreciate Jiangnan."
There are too many disputes, and people's hearts will be complicated. I can no longer understand the pine, deep and distant piano, and I can't see the scenery of the sunrise and the river flowers. I have let down this bright midsummer and the great scene in vain.
The sky is high and the air is crisp, and even the footsteps of Feishuangjiao are much more brisk. They are no longer as tense as bowstrings in the northwest, and their hooves are submerged in the green shallow grass, leaving a colorful fragrance of flowers all the way. Green City, Green City, this season, the small town with white walls and black tiles has been soaked by the rain, the alleys are deep and winding, and fine moss grows on the bluestone slabs. In the corner of the wall is a field of yellow and white wildflowers, startling butterflies flying.
If a sour literati were to write this scene, it would be said that when Xia Yi was slightly drunk, he slept alone among the flowers with his legs crossed, and when he woke up, his sleeves were full of red mud, and his eyes were full of fallen flowers. If you haven't gnawed a mouthful of mud, you will definitely not be able to write it. How can a talented man with wide sleeves and style admit that he fell to the ground
But in fact, it was quite painful. Even a martial artist as strong as the master of Yunmen would inevitably grin his teeth and sit in a pile of flying red flowers with his hands on his knees, tears would come out.
Ji Yanran only went to ask for directions, and when he came back, he fell into a mess, and there was a delicate young lady standing beside him, who was shyly and timidly ordering the maid to help the young master up. There are many beautiful girls in the south of the Yangtze River, with big eyes and fair skin—anyway, they must be whiter than His Royal Highness Xiao Wang.
Ji Yanran leaned against the wall, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Yun Yifeng smiled and said, "My friend is here."
The lady and the maid looked over together, thinking, this friend is also very heroic, like a general in a play.
Ji Yanran supported Yun Yifeng, thanked her and left together.
The young lady stared at the backs of the two reluctantly, until she could no longer see them, then she looked away.
The servant girl said, "Ah! Why is there blood on this flower?"
On the white petals, there are splashes of scarlet, which are blown by the wind and slide out a thin trace, dripping on the ground, even the soil is brown. The young lady was also taken aback, she didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran back home in a hurry.
Ji Yanran bought a house in Green City.
Located deep in the quietest alleyway, there is a luxuriant tree in the courtyard, and the lush green crown is covered with chirping birds. The sun is covered by clouds, trees, and window screens, and when it falls in the house, there is only a thin layer of golden color left. It will definitely not be warm in winter, but it is really cool in summer. In the weather in April and May, thick quilts should be covered when resting at night.
Yun Yifeng slept very comfortably, and he still didn't want to get out of bed even after a long day. In the end, the neighbor sent him a pot of delicious rice dumplings, which tricked him out of the bedroom.
Ji Yanran said: "I planned to bring back some glutinous rice with zong leaves and make it with you."
Yun Yifeng thought in surprise, who gave you such courage.
"How is Brother Jiang?" He washed his hands and helped to take out the dishes. "The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching. According to the rumors in Jianghu, it's time for the Jiang family to elect a new head."
"I didn't ask, but I guess the selection of the leader must be postponed, otherwise Ling Fei should have sent a letter." Ji Yanran was busy, "Is there any whereabouts for Chi Xiao?"
"Yes, yes." Yun Yifeng picked up a rib and ate it, "Mu Chengxue originally had a good horse 'Feihe', which ran faster than Chi Xiao, and he was always wandering around, leading the little It was inconvenient for Hong, so I fostered it at Luocheng Yu's house, and I already ordered Qingyue to blackmail it, no, I went to ask for it."
According to this, as long as the mink grows up a little longer, eats a little fatter, and is so fat that it affects the killer's actions and has to be fostered... well, it's fine.
There are sweet and salty zongzi, the sweet ones are added with red dates, and the salty ones are egg yolk bacon. The aunt next door likes Yun Yifeng very much, so she also added extra meat, one bite is not enough, and one is too much to eat, so it is just right to divide it in half.
Green plums are also soaked in the wine, sour and astringent. The courtyard is full of roses, there are poems, and the green trees are full of shade and the summer is long.
After a rough calculation, the two have lived in this small city for more than ten days.
Yun Yifeng thought, enough is enough.
The water town in the south of the Yangtze River that has appeared in dreams countless times is finally held in my hands this time. During the half month of tranquility and the fragrance of bamboo and dew, I was embraced by him every night, listening to the love words in my ears and whispering, This life can barely be counted as having no regrets.
After eating the zongzi, Yun Yifeng put the dishes into the kitchen, and then said falsely: "I wash it, I wash it."
Ji Yanran said: "Okay."
Yun Yifeng: "..."
Ji Yanran smiled and pulled him to him, and kissed the honey-sweet lips: "Go and rest in the house, I'll take you out for a stroll after I pack it up."
The young couple came to live a quiet life, so they didn't hire maids and servants. Such important tasks as washing dishes naturally fell on His Royal Highness Xiao Wang. In fact, Master Yunmen also washed it once, but he washed a total of eight dishes that day, all eight of which had triangular gaps, and when they were placed on the table the next day, it was like a beggar gang hosting a banquet.
Yun Yifeng said: "Oh."
Ji Yanran said: "You did it on purpose."
Yun Yifeng denied it flatly: "No, no."
But now, His Royal Highness Xiao Wang can already wash dishes very skillfully.
Yun Yifeng soaked Biluochun in the room, then took out the paper and pen, first randomly copied a few old poems from the predecessors, piled them on the table as a cover, and then sighed, thinking about what to write... exhort.
Although he has no regrets, he still has many concerns. For example, Qingyue and Ling Xing'er's marriage, according to my current situation, I was afraid that I would not be able to return to Chunlin City, so I wrote a pen and nagged, Qingyue, you can't treat Xing'er badly, she has been spoiled by me , in the future, you will continue to be used to it, and let her be so arrogant and cute all the time. If you have a baby one day, remember to tell the teacher. As for the Fengyumen, whether you want to make it big or continue to hide in the mountains in a low-key way, it doesn't matter. But if you want to make a big difference, you need to establish a good relationship with the Jiang family. I think Li Qinghai will be the leader of the martial arts for a short time. His position depends on his age and seniority. When a new batch of rising stars come together, there will be no such old man. What's up, so you don't have to bother trying to win over.
He also wrote, Xing'er, I really can't imagine what it will be like to be a wife and mother in the future. If you have a beautiful daughter, you should pamper her more. If you have a son, you should be stricter. Otherwise, you will become the devil in chaos.
Yun Yifeng propped his cheek with one hand, and continued to think hard. When he was in Fengyumen, although he was the head of the sect, he was a loose and casual head. What he said often drove his subordinates to death. Even taking medicine had to be chased by his disciples all over the mountain. So at this time, once the kindness becomes deep, it will be very difficult to hold back.
But hard work is hard work, there is really a lot to say, besides Qingyue and Ling Xing'er, there are also old Wu and the old concubine in Wangcheng, Concubine Hui in the palace, King Pingle, Jiang Sanshao, Senior Mei , Li Jing, even senior Gan Yong from Xiaoyao Villa, brother Zhang Ming from Zhangtai Village, and everyone who had treated him well, he wanted to say goodbye one by one.
And the most reluctance is naturally... Yun Yifeng paused, and dragged out a thick mass of ink marks. Just thinking about writing a suicide note to him with my own hand, I feel sore in my heart, as if a small knife soaked in vinegar is carefully cutting off slices of meat, the pain makes me feel stupid.
Just as Ji Yanran washed a basket of yellow apricots, a white shadow floated out.
"Cloud?"
"I'm going to get some smoked fish!"
The voice was quite loud, and the neighbors in the neighborhood laughed, saying that the young man in white looked like he didn’t eat fireworks, but he really liked to eat fish and meat, and he was lazy all day long, like a snow-white Persian cat raised by a rich man. .
Yun Yifeng ran out of the city all the way, stumbling a bit, and finally almost knocked open half of the wooden door in front of him.
Mei Zhusong was drying medicinal herbs in the courtyard, startled by the "boom", and then startled a second time by Yun Yifeng, who was sweating profusely.
"What's the matter?" He quickly helped him to the table and sat down.
"My heart hurts." Yun Yifeng's lips turned pale, and he asked forcefully, "Did the poison enter your heart?"
Mei Zhusong held his wrist, tried it for a while and said: "I'll give you two needles first, it will be much better if you rest for a while."
Yun Yifeng nodded, and asked again: "How long do I have?"
Mei Zhusong couldn't bear it, but she couldn't hide it anymore, so she said: "...more than a month."
Yun Yifeng was silent for a long time, and said, yes.
He also said, thank you senior.
The silver needle pierced the acupuncture point, and the whole body really felt much more comfortable. Yun Yifeng lay on the soft bed and fell into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up, the sky was already full of sunset outside, golden and red twisted together, magnificent and magnificent.
Ji Yanran was standing by the bed, his figure was against the light, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.
Yun Yifeng: "..."
"I'm hungry." According to the art of war, pre-emptive strikes.
Ji Yanran hugged him into her arms, held him for a while, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you feeling better?"
"It's much better." Yun Yifeng smiled and grabbed his sleeve, "Let's go, let's go to the tavern without Senior Mei."
The tavern is not small, and it is the largest restaurant in the city. The smoked fish is delicious, and the duck is also good. Two strings of red lanterns hung outside the fence, swaying in the wind, full of warmth.
Yun Yifeng flipped through the menu, and asked Xiao Er from time to time, is there any fresh white shrimp today, is there any fresh water shield, oh, the last basket of river shrimp has just been ordered by Master Wang, so you go to the kitchen to see It seems that the food is not served, if it has not been sent away, it will be brought to me secretly, don't worry, Master Wang is not as rich and powerful as I am.
Xiao Er was amused by the teasing, and also lowered her voice cooperatively: "Okay, I'll go and show you to Young Master."
After he finished speaking, he turned around, and before he could go downstairs, someone at the table next to him had already stood up, and said with a loud smile: "Master Yunmen wants to eat shrimp, all he has to do is say, I happen to have a plate here, and it was brought out just now. If you don't dislike—"
Yun Yifeng interrupted him, and said sincerely: "I still feel a little disgusted."