The Bandit’s Strategy

Chapter 115: [Fragrant Rouge] Rouge that even Mr. Zhao likes

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"Cough!" Seeing that Chu Yuan was looking at the beams of the roof, Mrs. Wen could only cough twice to avoid revealing his secrets.

Lu Zhui sat as firmly as Mount Tai, his eyes calmly stared straight ahead, pretending that he did not exist.

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, the emperor is the emperor after all, and he is used to all kinds of big scenes, so Chu Yuan quickly looked away and asked Sixi to bring in the meeting gift.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wen Liunian hurriedly saluted.

Although Chu Yuan often gave rewards to officials in the court, but there was no time like this time when he personally delivered them to the door.

After the wooden box was opened, there were several medicinal herbs entangled with red strings, the color was black and shiny, and it was obvious that they had been stored for many years in good condition.

"Last time I overheard Wen Aiqing mentioning that she wanted to buy a few adult black cinnabar plants to decoct for Mr. Wen's chest tightness." Chu Yuan said, "It just so happened that the envoys of the Awan Kingdom paid some tribute this time, Bring it here as a meeting gift."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward." When Wen Rumo had seen such a battle, he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

"How can I say thank you for such a small thing." Chu Yuan smiled, "If I really want to say thank you, it should be my thanks to the two elders of the Wen family for teaching me such a pillar of the country as Wen Aiqing."

"The emperor's reputation is too high." Wen Liunian said, and then thought sadly, what about the pillars of the country, no one came to propose marriage.

"Where is Master Zhao?" Chu Yuan asked, "Why don't you see him in the house?" Logically speaking, at such a time, shouldn't he be by his side all the time.

Mentioning this matter, Wen Rumo and Mrs. Wen looked at each other, feeling a little guilty in their hearts - not to mention that even the emperor already knew, otherwise why didn't anyone ask, but Zhao Yue

"Outside." Wen Liunian said in a low voice.

Seeing his expression, Chu Yuan suddenly understood, so he said, "Do you want to ask him to come and see the elders of the Wen family?"

Wen Liunian is so smart, he naturally knew that the emperor was asking if he wanted to help, but after thinking about it, he still shook his head: "He should have something to go out."

"Alright." Chu Yuan smiled and stood up with Sixi, "Then I won't disturb the reunion of Wen Aiqing's family."

"The emperor won't stay for a while longer, the family will cook sour bamboo shoots and chicken soup at night." Wen Liunian said.

"We haven't seen each other for such a long time, the two elders should have a lot to say to Ai Qing." Chu Yuan said, "I'm an outsider, so I won't make fun of you."

Seeing that everyone in the house had gone out, Lu Zhui just let out a sigh of relief and jumped off the beam. As soon as he was out of the courtyard, the dark guard rushed up from nowhere, with very bright eyes—please share with us the details.

Lu Zhui took a step back and said, "Where is the boss?"

"Just now, I was outside the door. After the emperor came, I temporarily went to the small courtyard next door." The dark guard asked, "How is it inside?"

"No." Lu Zhui said, "My lord just said halfway, the emperor came to visit, but nothing happened."

Saying half is better than saying nothing! The dark guard strongly demanded to hear the details.

Lu Zhui had no choice but to roughly describe what he saw just now, and it was really only a "general" description, so that before the hidden guard had a good relationship, Lu Erdao had already said: "That's all."

The dark guard was surprised: "Is this the end?"

Lu Zhui said, "That's right, my lord said these two sentences in total."

It's a pity for the dark guard that he doesn't even have the most basic plot rendering, and does he still have the self-cultivation of a storyteller.

Lu Zhui shook his head inwardly, bypassing the crowd and went to the small courtyard next door.

"How is it?" Zhao Yue was sitting on the fence of the corridor, holding Jiyue Dao in his arms.

"It's not good, but it's not bad." Lu Zhui sat beside him and explained the matter roughly.

Zhao Yue smiled: "I guess it's the same."

"What is the boss going to do?" Lu asked.

"You also said that everything is not bad now." Zhao Yue said, "It was reasonable to have concerns at the beginning."

"Then we have to figure out a way, the sooner we can get on well with each other, the better." Lu Zhui said, "Even the emperor brought a meeting gift." As the son-in-law of the Wen family, he has nothing to say, no matter how he looks at it. The most basic etiquette is not comprehensive, so it is strange to please the mother-in-law.

Zhao Yue frowned slightly.

"Let's go." Lu Zhui stood up, "Go to the street."

"Going to the street now?" Zhao Yue was a little puzzled.

"Go and buy some gifts. Anyway, it will be a while now, and Mr. Wen probably won't be looking for you." Lu Zhui said, "Although I was in a hurry and had no time to prepare, Wangcheng is no better than Cangmang City. As long as you have money, you can definitely buy Wen." The things that the master and Mrs. Wen like." At least they can have more good impressions.

It also sounds reasonable, Zhao Yue went out with him.

Recently, more and more envoys from various countries are coming, and the streets are becoming more and more lively. Things—for example, Dandong Wang threw down a lot of small ginseng wrapped in oil paper a few days ago, and when he took it back, the stewed hen was so fragrant that he could eat three bowls full of rice.

"Sir, would you like some tea?" Wu Ying asked.

Yun Duanhun nodded, took Wufeng with him, and the three of them went into the teahouse to rest together - originally wanted to find Qingqiu's whereabouts, but didn't know what happened, all the eyeliners said they didn't see each other, and the other party seemed to be there overnight. It seems to disappear, even if all the power is used, there is still no trace.

"Could it be that you are no longer in Wangcheng?" Wuying asked.

Yun Duanhun shook his head: "The other party didn't know that we would come, and the purpose has not been achieved, so he has no reason to leave." It is said that Qingqiu has hardly left the island for more than ten years, and it should be a big hug that he finally took action this time. If the hope is not achieved, it should not give up easily.

Wuying nodded, and shared a snack with his brother.

On the other side of the street, Lu Zhui was chatting with the owner of the jade shop.

"Shopkeeper Lu is really a person who knows the goods." The boss of the jade store chatted to the point of excitement, and he slapped the table boldly, "In this way, I will give you another 20%."

"This is so embarrassing." Lu Zhui was polite, and handed over the silver, for fear that someone else would buy the jade bracelet later—this is the best green gauze and red emerald, warm and heavy, hard to come by, Madam Wen I will definitely like it very much.

"Take it." After the boss wrapped the jade bracelet, Lu Zhui handed the wooden box to Zhao Yue, and went to the next shop with him.

It was the first time in Zhao Yue's life that he bought things so seriously, or it was the first time he watched Lu Zhui buy things so seriously.

"The land in the south of the Yangtze River is rich in tea, so you don't need to buy it." Lu Zhui walked past the tea shop, then the silk shop, and finally looked up at the third shop's plaque, "This one is good."

Zhao Yue walked into the shop together with him.

"Sir." Wuying glanced at it accidentally, and was suddenly startled in a low voice, "Look, it's the young master."

Yun Duanhun was taken aback when he heard the words, and turned his head to follow his line of sight.

"Smell it, does it smell good?" Lu Zhui opened a box of rouge and brought it close to his nose.

Zhao Yue: "..."

"It's not Huahunsan, what the hell kind of expression is that on your face?" Lu Zhui said disgusted, "Ma'am, there's no one who doesn't like rouge. If you buy the right one, you might be able to eat sour bamboo shoots and chicken soup tonight."

Zhao Yue had no choice but to smell it, and said with a stiff face: "Scent."

"What about this?" Lu Zhui opened another box.

Zhao Yue said: "It's also very fragrant."

Lu Zhui got some more balm and rubbed it on his hands.

Zhao Yue felt that when he went back at night, he should take a bath ten times.

"..." Wuying opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at the two people below.

The appearance is indeed the same as the previous portrait, and the knife is the same, but why are you standing in front of the gouache store with another man to buy rouge in broad daylight? In the small story book, it is clearly said that he is a good man who stands up to heaven and earth!

Wufeng is a few years older than Wuying, and he is much more silent and calm when doing things, but seeing this weird scene this time, he also finds it very difficult to express.

Something seems to be wrong.

At this moment, Yun Duanhun's mood was naturally not much better. On the way from the East China Sea all the way to this royal city, he thought about it dozens of times, what he should be like now-some are outstanding, and some are mediocre, but he never expected that there would be such a thing. Special hobby

"Guest officer, this is the tip of the three of you." Xiaoer came up with the teapot and teacup, seeing that the other party was looking down, so he joined in the fun and took a look. Lu Zhui happened to go inside to pay the bill, and there was only Zhao Yue standing at the door, so he said with a smile: "The three are looking at the young man next to you? He is the head of Zhao Da, who lives in mountains and seas in this city, and he often meets with Mr. Wen. Come drink tea with me."

"Master Wen?" Wuying suddenly remembered the incident of being inexplicably arrested and taken into the government office in the morning-when the foolish official tried the case, he was also talking about Mr. Wen.

"Dare to ask my second brother, how many Lord Wen are there in this royal city?" Yun Duanhun asked.

"There are still a few more, of course there is only one." Xiaoer is a chatterbox, he likes chatting with customers very much, and usually only has to be disliked by the shopkeeper, so he took the opportunity to talk endlessly, "He is a famous Jiangnan talent, ten After Tanhua was five years old, he has been working as a magistrate outside, and he just came back from Cangmang City a while ago, and Zhao Dazhao also came to this royal city with him."

Wuying twitched the corners of his mouth, it really is.

Yun Duanhun asked again: "Why did Mr. Wen and Mr. Zhao come together?" Since Cangmang City is thousands of miles away from the East China Sea, it is not convenient to transmit information, so all the novels that everyone has seen so far are old versions, handsome and extraordinary Mr. Zhao is still lying on the ice begging for carp while helping his neighbors harvest wheat, and he has not yet tied the knot with Mr. Wen.

"You don't even know about this, but you are really foreigners. Although Master Wen and Zhao Dadang have not settled in Wangcheng for a long time, their reputation is extremely loud, and almost every household knows about it." Xiaoer said.

Wu Yingxin said, isn't it? Standing at the door of the gouache store in broad daylight and applying rouge, I would know immediately if it was me.

"Oh?" Yun Duanhun said calmly, "Why are you so famous?"

"It's hard to figure it out. Mr. Zhao is a hero, Mr. Wen is a genius, a hero and a genius, and they are a perfect match." The younger brother beamed with joy.

Wuying couldn't help correcting her: "Should she be a heroic beauty?"

"Then Mrs. Wen can also be considered a beauty. She is fair and gentle, and looks great when she smiles." The young man said, "You three drink tea slowly, and I'll go down to greet the guests first."

Wuying couldn't help but glanced down again.

Lu Zhui had already bought the rouge, and dragged Zhao Yue into a nearby jewelry store.

"Sir." Wuying's expression was extremely tangled, "This Mr. Wen, is there something wrong with his head?"

Yun Duanhun was rarely silent.

"We're new here, so we don't know many things, so we can only listen to what other people say." Probably thinking that Yun Duanhun should be a little startled, Wufeng reassured him, "Maybe the young master is really as indomitable as in the little story book, but he was This Lord Wen has led a little... astray."

"Is this hairpin good-looking?" Lu Zhui picked up a peach blossom jade hairpin.

Zhao Yue said: "Not bad."

"Then buy it once." Lu Zhui looked at the sun again, "It's quite transparent."

Yun Duanhun closed his eyes and collected himself.

Wuying looked at him with sympathy.

"Do you want your subordinate to find an excuse to test it out?" Wufeng asked.

Yun Duanhun shook his head: "Don't be in a hurry for a moment, let's talk about it after learning more about the situation."

Wufeng nodded, and poured him another cup of tea: "Sir, don't worry, maybe things are not like what we saw."

Wuying also said: "That's right, at least the young master is also handsome now." It's better than five juniors with stooped backs, pockmarked faces and boxy legs.

Yun Duanhun got up and went downstairs.

No wind also followed.

"Wait for me!" Wuying hurriedly stuffed half of the snack into his mouth, drank a big pot of tea, and then ran after him.

"It's almost done, let's go." Zhao Yue's hands were full of things.

"Although I didn't find any particularly rare items, my sincerity is enough." Lu Zhui was reluctantly satisfied, "Let's go, go back."

Zhao Yue nodded and left the shop with him.

"Sir." Wufeng whispered, "Someone is following you."

Yun Duanhun also noticed that at the fortune-telling booth at the corner of the street, there were people staring at Zhao Yue all the time, and when they saw the two of them leaving, they also dropped their money, got up and followed.

"Go and have a look." Yun Duanhun said, "Don't show up until the moment of crisis."

"I know." Wuying casually pulled a candied haws from the haystack beside him, and ran over while eating. The people around were all amused when they saw it, how could this young master walk and jump up and down.

Wufeng shook his head inwardly, took out the money bag to pay for him, and asked again: "Could it be someone from Qingqiu?"

"Looking at the other person's walking posture, it looks a bit like Qingqiu's kung fu." Yun Duanhun said, "From this point of view, he should still be in the city."

"Can you think of a way to remind the young master to pay more attention?" Wufeng asked again, "If it's really Qing Qiu's person, then it's a bad person, we can't be here all the time."

"Okay." Yun Duanhun nodded, "Let's go, you and I will go around the royal city first to see if we can get more clues." And ask the people in the city what happened to Mr. Wen.

"Come and have a look, take a look." The owner of the gouache shop was still yelling at the door, "Wangcheng's century-old brand, the rouge of the Fuyu line, the fragrant rouge, the rouge that even Mr. Zhao likes!"

no wind: ...

Yun Duanhun had a splitting headache.