Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

After hearing the beggar's words, Lu Dongqing was even more astonished, and her face turned greener.

Just as he was about to ask, his arm was grabbed by the beggar.

The beggar shook his head at him and said, "You don't have to deny it. I have also seen the imprint covered by your pretty headband with my own eyes. It's just that it's been so long that you don't remember it anymore."

"You..." Lu Dongqing couldn't help staring at his face again, "Who are you?"

"My identity doesn't matter, you just have to believe that I'm here specially to find you this time."

Speaking of this, the beggar suddenly frowned, his feet wobbled, and he leaned on the wall with one hand.

Seeing that his face suddenly turned pale, Lu Dongqing hurriedly asked, "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

The beggar bent down like a shrimp, slowly raised his head, and stuffed the cloth bag and wine jug in his hand to the young man opposite: "There seems to be something strange in the wine and vegetables..."

Lu Dongqing's face darkened, she immediately opened the jug, sniffed it under her nose, then frowned and said, "I didn't realize there was poison in this wine!"

"It's not too poisonous," the beggar replied in a weak voice. "It's probably Shujinsan, which makes people's hands and feet weak and weak, as if they were drunk and just want to fall asleep... They want You can justifiably bring you back to your place if you are drunk and hungover."

Lu Dongqing finally understood that it turned out that the beggar deliberately made a scene, grabbed wine and meat, and deliberately pulled himself out of the tavern, in order to keep himself away from everyone's conspiracy.

Lu Zhengqiu said from the side: "The group of people went to the ruined temple in the west of the city. If they found that the temple was empty, they would definitely turn back. No matter what, let's leave this place first and find a hiding place."

"That's right," Lu Dongqing looked around in the narrow alley, "Is there any hiding place around here?"

The beggar squeezed his arm and said in a soft voice: "I have already searched for it. There is an old porcelain kiln in the east mountain. In order to keep people from approaching, I spread many rumors about ghosts. Let's go there and we will see it soon." No one will come looking for it."

Lu Dongqing nodded, leaned close to the beggar, and put his arm on his shoulder: "Then I will help you there."

The beggar raised his head, his dirty face was covered with plaster, and his lips were a little rosy: "Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you?"

Lu Dongqing nodded in a deep voice: "If you intend to harm me, why do you need to save me?"

The beggar turned to Lu Zhengqiu on the other side: "Master, you are not afraid that I will harm him?"

Lu Zhengqiu said indifferently: "If you intend to harm him, I will have time to remedy it."

The expressions of the two are different, but they are both full of confidence in what they say, one believes in their own martial arts, and the other believes in the goodwill of others.

The beggar chuckled and said, "You two are really interesting. It seems that I didn't drink the poisoned wine in vain."

"No, it was my negligence," Lu Dongqing said, squatting down in front of the beggar, "come up."

"What's this?"

"I'm carrying you, let's go faster."

"Do you know how dirty a beggar's clothes are?"

"I don't know, so I just took the opportunity to learn."

The beggar was choked speechless by his straightforward answer.

Lu Zhengqiu laughed from the side: "Little brother, don't disobey him, just obediently let him recite it. When he was practicing medicine, he was always ruthless and stubborn like a calf."

"Looks like it's still a stubborn cow." The beggar said with a smile.

"It's a stubborn bull." Lu Zhengqiu's smile deepened.

In this deep alley, at a critical juncture, the two reached a wonderful consensus and laughed at Dongqing together.

Lu Dongqing sighed: "Yes, why don't you come up and let me hunch over."

"Okay, okay." The beggar unceremoniously climbed onto his back.

The porcelain kiln is sandwiched between two winding mountain roads, the courtyard is blustery, and the dilapidated houses are covered with cobwebs, with dry and rotten leaves hanging on the webs, trembling in the wind, it is indeed quite haunted atmosphere of.

But from Lu Dongqing's point of view, this desolate remote mountain courtyard is more friendly than the noisy crowd.

Ghosts are not scary, but the human heart is even more terrifying.Because the obsession of ghosts is always simple and persistent, only human beings will easily betray their faith and betray their friends.

There are simple beds in the hut at the gate of the courtyard, where the long-term laborers who used to watch the night lived.Lu Zhengqiu asked Dongqing to place the beggars in the house, while he stayed on the mountain road outside the courtyard to be vigilant against the government team.

Holly carefully put down the person on her back, and hugged him to the bed with the back of his head.

The beggar's weight was surprisingly light, which made Dongqing think of Ni Yan who she had carried on her back in Sanping Village.

The young doctor thought of his old friend, and his mood became more serious.

The beggar looked rather weak, short of breath, and his nostrils fluttered slightly with his breath.

Dongqing said: "Calm down for a while, I will diagnose your pulse, and I brought a lot of herbs from Lingquan Valley, which may come in handy."

The beggar nodded slightly, and kept staring at him. Holly couldn't figure it out, so he asked, "Why, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

The beggar shook his head, and said in a low voice, "I'm recalling the boy I met in Anyi City."

Lu Dongqing was startled, and also searched in his memory, but his memory was buried too deep, even if he searched his stomach, he couldn't recall the other party's face.

Di Xiangchenggui is the Great General of Zhenbei. In the past, there were often important guests visiting his family. Every time, his father would pull him to greet the guests. The identity of each visitor will not be specifically remembered.

Now, the two of them are in the same room, and he can finally estimate the age of the beggar. The beggar looks about the same age as himself, and he was probably a child nine years ago.

He couldn't help asking: "Little brother, what are you...?"

"Look at this first." The beggar interrupted him, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket with trembling hands.

The paper was old, its surface was yellowed, and even the jet-black ink had turned into a shriveled gray, and the vermilion seal at the end had turned crimson, like a piece of dye drying at the bottom of a vat.

However, the familiar handwriting on the paper made Lu Dongqing's hands tremble involuntarily.

"This is my father's handwriting, and the general seal of the Zhenbei Army. This is... a military order?"

"That's right," the beggar nodded with difficulty on the pillow, "You really know it."

A military order is a document of great importance in the military. It is written by the general himself, stamped with the seal of the general, and handed over to his cronies.

Lu Dongqing once sneaked into his father's study and played with his father's general seal secretly.Apart from the words "Zhenbei Army" on the general seal, there is a little bit of extra ink at the corner, which looks like a blemish, but it is actually a mark to distinguish the authenticity.Anyone who tried to imitate the general seal, nine out of ten would have their flaws exposed because of this.

The general seal in the hand of the beggar is real.

The beggar's family background must be inextricably linked with the Great General Zhenbei.

Looking at the old things, Lu Dongqing felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He put the general order aside and looked at the strange old man again.

The beggar's playful look disappeared, and he looked at him solemnly and said, "Back when I heard rumors that no children's bones were found in the ashes of the General's Mansion, I have been inquiring about you... "

The beggar suddenly coughed violently, as if he had been distracted by these words too much.

Lu Dongqing immediately stopped her and said, "Don't talk too much, I'll give you a diagnosis."

"I'm fine..."

"The doctor has the final say on whether there is anything to do."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and wanted to push away the wide sleeves on the beggar's arms.

The beggar hid his hands aside: "Do you have to get a pulse diagnosis?"

"It is necessary to diagnose the pulse."

The beggar was silent for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand from his ragged cuff: "That's fine, I don't need to hide anything anymore."

Protruding from under the rough linen cloth was a pair of slender wrists and delicate five fingers, with round nails showing a little tender red.

With an expression of disbelief, Lu Dongqing put her index finger on the beggar's pulse, and then opened her eyes wide: "Little brother... are you... a girl...?"