Madam, let's steam buns together

Zhang Huaruo's serious look was very intimidating, He couldn't help but nodded up and down, expressing that he would obediently keep his mouth shut and would not tell Zhang Xieyi what happened here today.

Seeing that Zhang Huaruo was about to leave, He Liao was still worried about the happiness of his lower body and the rest of his life, so he couldn't help shouting: "Young master, will it really not affect my body?"

Zhang Huaruo ignored him, but Wolfberry turned around and winked at him and made a face: "Don't worry, my young master won't lie. He said it won't affect your health, and it will definitely not affect your health."

He Lio did it with peace of mind, but soon couldn't sit still anymore.

No, Zhang Huaruo just said that it has no effect on his health, but did not clearly state that it has no effect on that aspect. For a strict-spoken person like Zhang Huaruo, there is no reason why he does not understand the difference. Is he playing word games with him?

He Lio was flustered and anxiously walked back and forth in his room, wondering if he should go to a doctor to confirm, only when the second person told him that there was nothing wrong could he really feel at ease.

This is indeed He Lio's overthinking. Although Zhang Huaruo is not optimistic about him now, he doesn't think about completely ruining his father's future happiness. Naturally, his body will not be substantially harmed.

Zhang Huaruo and Gouqizi came home from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Gouqizi was attracted by a candy stand on the side of the road and kept looking there, but he was too embarrassed to tell Zhang Huaruo, so he could only turn his head to look there from time to time. Show curiosity.

Zhang Huaruo quickly noticed Gou Qizi's absent-mindedness, and noticed that Gou Qizi seemed interested in Tangren, so he stopped and said, "Godberry."

"Hey!" Wolfberry responded and turned his gaze away from the candy stall, looking at Zhang Huaruo, waiting for Zhang Huaruo's orders.

After all, he is still a child, and he will be interested in this kind of candy man. Zhang Huaruo touched the little head of Gou Qizi, turned around and walked back, Gou Qizi followed after him without knowing it. When Zhang Huaruo stood in front of the candy man booth, Gou Qizi understood the young master This is to see his mind, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Zhang Huaruo asked him, "Which one do you want?"

Lycium barbarum raised his head slightly, stared eagerly at the newly made Tengyun Riding Mist Yuanbao Daxian, and pointed to this.

Zhang Huaruo bought this sugar figurine for medlar. Seeing that the craftsman of the sugar figurine was really good, he asked him if he could use sugar to draw two buns.

What the sugar figurine pays attention to is to do it in one go. Use a small spoon to pour out the syrup and pour out the lines. After the syrup has cooled and condensed, you can hold it in your hand to play with, and you can eat it when you get tired of playing.

While waiting for the sugar master to draw the steamed stuffed bun, Zhang Huaruo looked in a good mood when he saw Lu Zhiyou returning from the suburbs.

After the group of workers burned the painting in front of him, Lu Zhiyou paid them and let them leave, so now there is no one else around him, only him.

Zhang Huaruo is standing right now, so he can see Lu Zhiyou but Lu Zhiyou can't see him. Zhang Huaruo looks away and doesn't intend to say hello to Lu Zhiyou.

The medlar is holding the candy man in his hand, poking it happily with his fingertips, turning around and smelling the sweet malt aroma emanating from the candy man, he really wants to take a bite now.

The small eyes turned and turned, and turned to a person.

Wolfberry hurriedly withdrew his gaze, for fear that his sight just now would make the other party suspicious. Fortunately, he had just inadvertently turned his gaze to that person. Although Ling Checheng was sensitive to sight, he was not so sensitive to any unintentional sight on the road. To the extent that they could be discovered, he concentrated on following Lu Zhiyou, not too close.

Lycium barbarum quietly pulled Zhang Huaruo's sleeve with the other hand, stood closer and said to Zhang Huaruo, "Master, I seem to have seen Lingche City. It is the murderer who escaped from the criminal department by abducting people."

Zhang Huaruo didn't make an obvious reaction, but turned his face slightly and asked Wolfberry: "Where is it, don't point or look at him, just tell him where he is."

Wolfberry resisted his hand that wanted to point out the direction, and said, "It should have passed by now, on the young master's side."

Zhang Huaruo pretended to casually glance around the pedestrians on the road, and with the help of Gouqizi, he finally determined the back of Ling Checheng, and asked Gouqizi to stand here and continue to wait, while he followed.

Wolfberry hurriedly stopped him: "Master, if you want to follow someone, I will go!"

Zhang Huaruo shook his head. Seeing that Ling Checheng was about to disappear from sight, he quickly explained to Gou Qizi: "You know martial arts, so he might notice you. There are so many passers-by on the street. As long as I don't follow too closely, he won't notice of."

Zhang Huaruo walked a little faster to catch up with Lingchecheng's back. After walking a few more steps, he could be sure that Lingchecheng was following Lu Zhiyou. He wondered what relationship Lu Zhiyou had with Lingche City.

When there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, Zhang Huaruo did not dare to follow for fear of revealing his whereabouts. He already had an idea in mind, so he hurried back.

Zhang Huaruo took the bun candy man from Gou Qizi, and told Gou Qizi: "Now you go to the Prime Minister's Mansion again, and tell my father to send someone to secretly monitor Lu Zhiyou's house, and he will definitely find the trace of Lingche City. "

"Then you, young master..." Wolfberry was a little worried and let Zhang Huaruo go home alone.

Zhang Huaruo comforted him with a smile: "The law and order in Chang'an City is not that bad. On the street under blue sky and broad daylight, can someone still take me away openly?"

Lycium barbarum turned back and forth to report the letter. Zhang Huaruo was walking while playing with the cute bun candy figurine, when a person suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked him.

Zhang Huaruo didn't know this person, so he wanted to take a detour, but he didn't expect this person to move with him, just blocking him and preventing him from passing.

Zhang Huaruo is now wearing a veiled bamboo hat. It is impossible for ordinary people to recognize him. Those who can recognize him must be very familiar with him. Looking at the man in front of him, Zhang Huaruo can't remember that he has seen him.

Seeing that the other party was not malicious, and seemed to want to talk to him, Zhang Huaruo had no choice but to stop and asked softly, "What's the matter with you?"

As soon as Zhang Huaruo spoke, the man seemed to have just confirmed his identity, with a frenzied look in his eyes, which made Zhang Huaruo take another half step back in fright.

The man didn't say anything in the end, Zhang Huaruo changed the way and looked back, the man still stayed where he was, staring at his back, and didn't follow.

After Zhang Huaruo left, the man raised his right palm, looked at the ugly scar on his palm, and murmured, "Hurry up, hurry up."

After Wolfberry told Zhang Xieyi about the situation, Zhang Xieyi hurriedly sent people in disguise to surround the entire Luzhiyou mansion, waiting for Lingche City to appear, but unfortunately, Lingche City was no longer here at this time, and they had nothing to do and could only continue. squatting guard.

Ling Checheng had already returned to Qingyifang, sitting on the highest roof of Qingyifang in the dark, holding the stolen wine in his hand, watching the various living beings below.

Red lanterns hung high, and the aroma of wine and rouge permeated the air, exuding the smell of confusion.

Ling Checheng looked up at the moon, his eyes gradually became hollow.

The two things that need to be done in Chang'an City this time have not been done well, and I don't know what punishment I will receive when I go back. Ling Checheng actually has a little thought of not wanting to go back. After thinking about it, he reveals that wry smile.

If he doesn't go back, Erniang will definitely not let him mess around outside.

At this moment, Ling Checheng couldn't help but think of his elder brother whom he had never met. He was breathless when he was born, and was put into a golden nanmu coffin by his father Ling Jingxuan and sent to the snow mountain for burial. Save the baby's body.

Even though the elder brother has never lived in this world for a day, he enjoys the love that his second brother has never enjoyed. The father thinks about the elder brother, the elder mother cried for the elder brother, and the second mother is jealous of the existence of the elder brother. They are all thinking about it. Looking at this baby who was born without breathing, but no one really cared about him, Ling Checheng, a child who could still breathe and was really alive.

Ling Checheng actually understands why he is so unlovable. The second mother was pregnant with three children. The first two were not born, and she had a miscarriage early. The third child was born with good care and support, but it was no match for the destiny early. He died young, so even though Erniang had been married to Ling Jingxuan for so many years, she still had no children to accompany her, so she could only accept him as an adopted son with hatred.

Everyone knew that Ling Checheng was the adopted son of Ling Jingxuan and Luo Wan'er, but few people knew that Ling Checheng's biological mother was not Luo Wan'er, and his biological father was Ling Jingxuan himself.

If it weren't for Luo Wan'er's inability to give birth to a child, Ling Checheng would have to bear another surname for the rest of his life, and be left outside with no one to take care of him. It was because Luo Wan'er was unable to give birth that Ling Jingxuan found him. return.

Ling Checheng will always remember the day when he was just taken back to Qianling Villa. At that time, he was seven or eight years old, and he was a little sensible and memorized. Ling Jingxuan was kind to him, but he didn't show much closeness. Erniang was different, she hugged him as soon as she came up and showed her love for him.

At that time, Ling Checheng, who was still naive, really thought that Erniang liked him, because Erniang said that his face looked a bit like Ling Jingxuan, and at first glance, he was born to be a child of the Ling family.

As a result, such a happy time could not last for an hour. When Ling Jingxuan left, Erniang waved back the servants, and immediately revealed her true nature when no one else was present, and pushed him away and fell to the ground , Frantically smashing the furnishings in the house.

Where is the young Lingche city?

Li had seen such a scene before and cried in fright, Erniang came over and slapped him twice, he passed out from the slap, and then he stopped crying and was not scolded by Erniang.

At that time, Er Niang must have realized that the child brought by Ling Jingxuan was not a random child, it was clearly Ling Jingxuan's child born to another woman outside.

Later, Ling Checheng discovered a rule, as long as Ling Jingxuan was present, Erniang would treat him very well. Once Ling Jingxuan left, only Erniang's cold face greeted him. Ling Checheng still hoped that Ling Jingxuan would appear often Be by his side, as time goes by, it doesn't matter.

Under Erniang's urging, Ling Checheng will pretend to be a good baby in front of Ling Jingxuan, study hard and practice martial arts, and he looks like an upright and good boy. When Ling Jingxuan is not around, he is Erniang's punching bag. With the face of pretending to be good, Erniang loves him even more. Only when he is more indifferent and less vocal, can Erniang let him go early.

Although he is very reluctant, he has to admit that he is becoming more and more like Er Niang, one thing before and another thing behind.

Up to now, he seems to be completely a chess piece controlled by Erniang, following her orders to do things for her. Erniang is only waiting for Lingche City to take over the Qianling Villa. She was taking over, and Ling Checheng was just a puppet.

Ling Checheng raised his hand to caress the untouchable moon in the night sky, but this movement seemed that he could touch the moon, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When he became the owner of Qianling Villa and gained power, Erniang really thought he would listen to her?

The forbearance now is only for the shame of the future when the wings are full.

He raised his head and wanted to drink, but the flagon in his hand was already empty. Ling Checheng had lost interest in admiring the moon. A lazily lying on a frosty bed.

Frost's room doesn't smell much of makeup, because Frost doesn't like to wear makeup very much. He will try his best to maintain his skin well and doesn't need makeup at all.

And those customers seem to like him like this, there is always such a distinctive presence in a brothel, in order to attract more customers to visit.

Frost is not in the house at this time, he should be receiving guests outside, he doesn't like to accompany wine or tease guests, so now he can only perform dance in front of the guests.

Ling Checheng suddenly opened his eyes from the bed, and he suddenly remembered something. He had never seen Frost's dancing posture with his own eyes. He didn't know what kind of posture this graceful body would show when dancing. The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. He began to look for the room where Frost was, and was quickly found by him.

Tonight's guest is Hanshuang's old guest. Originally, after Hanshuang suffered a foot injury, he often came to visit Hanshuang. He just sat down and chatted. He would not let Hanshuang dance. Now I heard that Hanshuang was frightened by the murder case. , and hurried over to comfort Hanshuang.

Because of the murder case in the building, and the fact that it has been surrounded by government officers and soldiers for the past few days, the traffic of Qingyi Fang after reopening is much less than usual. The bustard pushed him, so he had no choice but to come over to receive the guest.

Although this old customer is nice, but because he is so nice, Frost is a little flattered and doesn't want to have more contact with him. He always feels that it is not worthwhile to let such a gentle person waste time and money with him.

When Ling Checheng sneaked into the room, Hanshuang and the guest were sitting behind the screen, burning hot wine with candles, the guests drank, and Hanshuang used tea instead of wine to chat with the guest.

Unknowingly, after drinking three pots of wine, the guest is already a little drunk, but only slightly drunk, and his mind is still clear.

Frost saw that he was a little drunk, so she withdrew the wine from him, came over and knelt down beside the guest, let the guest rest on his leg, gently kneaded the guest's temple, and helped him to dissipate the smell of alcohol exhausted.

Frost would only do this for this guest, and would not let other guests rest on his legs.

The guest closed his eyes and soon fell asleep, while Hanshuang sat quietly, waiting for the guest to wake up and leave Qingyifang.

According to the past practice of this guest, he will not stay overnight in Qingyifang.

Ling Checheng came here in a happy mood to watch Frost dance, but after coming in, he just listened to them chatting about some boring topics for a long time, and now this guest is still asleep on Frost's lap, seeing Ling Checheng feeling more and more uncomfortable .

Ling Checheng left here boringly and returned to Frost's room. He wanted to fall asleep like this, but couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. Thinking that the pillow under his head was hard, but someone could sleep on his soft thigh, his heart became more and more unbalanced.

When Hanshuang came back to the room, it was already midnight, and Hanshuang was tired and sleepy, her legs were almost numb just now, so she asked someone to soak her feet in a basin of hot water, and took a hot towel to wrap her legs well.

Looking at the bed on the other side of the bead curtain, the figure she didn't want to see appeared there again, Han Shuang could only sigh in resignation.

After Hanshuang removed the hot water, he reluctantly walked over. He was too tired and had no extra energy to fight with Lingchecheng. He climbed onto the bed and carefully lay down over Lingchecheng's body to the innermost part, with his back facing Lingchecheng and his face facing the other side. Close your eyes facing the wall at the back of the bed.

He quickly fell asleep, unaware that Ling Checheng behind him was looking at him with open eyes in the dark.

After confirming that Frost had fallen asleep with his long breath, Ling Checheng sat up and moved to a different position, carefully turned Frost over to face up, and tried it on with Frost's legs as a pillow. It was indeed very comfortable.

Ling Checheng retracted his legs that were supposed to hang out of the bed, put his legs up on the bed, and began to sleep lightly with the legs with Frost on the back of his head.

Not long after, Ling Checheng, who was sleeping soundly, was pushed away by a huge force. He suddenly opened his eyes and drew out his short dagger to aim at the person beside him. Not intimidated by his aura.

After a false alarm, Ling Checheng withdrew the dagger, annoyed in his heart why he really fell asleep, and didn't even notice that Hanshuang woke up.

Frost pulled his legs back to his side with difficulty, and he didn't dare to rub his hands because of the tingling insect crawling sensation in his legs. The feeling radiated from the inside of the bones, as if needles were piercing his bones, gnawing the inside out. It is riddled with holes.

Ling Checheng lay down in his original position, facing the outside of the bed and turning his back to Frost, as if this way he could pretend that what happened just now hadn't happened. Although Frost was annoyed, he didn't dare to really provoke this lunatic, and he didn't speak the whole time. Lie down quickly after your legs gradually return to normal.

When he woke up the next day, he didn't see Ling Checheng's figure like yesterday, and Hanshuang's legs had completely returned to normal. Last night's experience seemed to be a dream. He dreamed that he could be put on Ling Checheng's knee pillow after giving the guest a knee pillow?

A chill.

Sure enough, after staying with this person for a long time, he even started dreaming about him.

Ling Checheng intends to visit Lu Zhiyou's home again, and find the portrait of the aunt that Erniang said. I don't know where Erniang got the news. I heard that there was a portrait of the aunt in Chang'an City. I am afraid that this news will spread to In Ling Jingxuan's ears.

Once Ling Jingxuan knew the news, she would definitely spend a lot of money to buy this painting, and then hang it in the most conspicuous place in the villa.

The old lady's previous portraits were destroyed in a fire, Ling Checheng guessed that Erniang must have done this, but he didn't have evidence, and he didn't dare to tell Ling Jingxuan.

Ling Checheng felt that Ling Jingxuan should have noticed that Erniang was a woman with a different appearance, and they had lived together in the same bed for so many years. Didn't notice it?

Ling Checheng didn't know what Ling Jingxuan was thinking in his heart, he and Ling Jingxuan had been together in private only a handful of times, so he really didn't know what kind of person Ling Jingxuan was.

One last time to explore Lu Zhiyou's home. It would be best if he could find a portrait, but if he couldn't find it... Checheng felt that he should return to the villa immediately and return to his life, and he couldn't stay here any longer.

It's just that as soon as he arrived near Lu Zhiyou's house today, he felt several different breaths and movements. Looking at the men outside Lu Zhiyou's house who looked like ordinary beggars, he showed a mocking smile.

With this level of squatting, you want to capture him in Lingche City?

Ling Checheng sneaked into Lu Zhiyou's house without making a sound, and rummaged through Lu Zhiyou's house. He was about to leave Chang'an City, and there were still court officials squatting outside the house, which meant that his whereabouts had been discovered, and he didn't have to. Then hide and tuck, destructively looking for things in Lu Zhiyou's bedroom and several studios.

Temporarily ignoring how his whereabouts were exposed, Ling Checheng concentrated on looking for the picture scroll.

Lu Zhiyou had already emptied the leftover scrolls yesterday, and the scrolls left in the studio were pitifully small, and none of them were the ones Ling Checheng wanted. Over there the creaking walls.

Knocking left and right, it sounded like a solid wall. Ling Checheng couldn't believe that there was really no secret room here, so he stepped back a few feet away and began to look at the whole wall carefully. Finally, he focused his gaze on the shrine, the gilded statue of the God of Wealth.

Most people would often come to clean and clean the statues of gods. It is normal for the statues to be kept clean and tidy, but this situation cannot be connected with Lu Zhiyou.

From what Ling Checheng knew, Lu Zhiyou was obsessed with painting, and he only kept his painting tools clean and tidy. He probably didn't have so much time to wipe the God of Wealth statue so meticulously every day, without any dust at all.

When he was looking for the picture scroll, the wooden box where Lu Zhiyou stored other god statues was covered with dust, he really didn't look like a person who respected god statues.

Ling Checheng stretched out his hand towards the gilded statue of the God of Wealth, groped up and down but found nothing special, tried to move or turn the statue, but it didn't move at all.

Ling Checheng frowned, really couldn't think of where else the mechanism could be installed, until he noticed the painting behind the statue of the God of Wealth.