MTL - Disaster For the Country · Return Journey-Chapter 4 Departure(1)

Yi Fei's carriage broke through the heavy rain and quickly galloped down the long street.

Because of the heavy rain, the long street was deserted, and the shops along the street had not opened for a long time, and there was no bustle and bustle on weekdays.

The flag of a restaurant was blown by the wind, and the bamboo pole finally couldn't bear the weight, snapped and fell down. Seeing that they were about to hit the carriage ahead, the driver hurriedly reined in the horses, but the two horses were frightened, and they raised their hooves and were about to growl. There was only a hula, and the flag was turned around and fell to the other side.

The man kept moving, turned over and landed on the horse's back, forcing the horse that was about to go mad back to the ground.

Everything happened in a flash. The coachman only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and everything returned to its original state.

At this moment, Yi Fei, who realized something was wrong, poked his head out and said, "What's wrong?"

The man in Tsing Yi slid down the horse's back to the ground, and opened an umbrella with his backhand. On the green oil-paper umbrella, a white **** flower quietly bloomed.

And the **** flower pattern lifted up little by little, under the umbrella first a pointed chin was exposed, followed by small lips, straight nose and beautiful tip, bright eyes and long eyebrows, smooth forehead...

It was Qiu Jiang who came.

But it's a little different.

At that time, Qiu Jiang was the most inconspicuous maidservant in the Prime Minister's mansion, with low eyebrows and narrow eyes, docile and well-behaved, unobtrusive and not overbearing.

But at this moment, Qiu Jiang standing in front of the car has extremely bright pupils, like a moon shadow reflected on the black glass, overflowing with color and flowing light; his smile is extremely quiet, like a veil covered in smoke, the bottom is rippling, but the surface is calm shock.

She is so confident.

So confident that it's almost unrecognizable.

Yifei looked at her fixedly.

And Qiu Jiang, standing straight in front of him, stopped the carriage, blocked the way, raised his head and said a word——

"I'm going to Cheng Guo too."

Yifei let out an ooh and waved his hands: "Goodbye."

He slammed the car door shut.

Qiu Jiang was taken aback, and quickly knocked on the door, "Wait, what do you mean by goodbye?"

In the car, Yi Fei's voice, which seemed a little strange because he was no longer so frivolous, came out: "Goodbye, that is, we will never see each other again."

The coachman had no choice but to raise his whip and drive the horses, and the carriage passed Qiu Jiang.

Qiu Jiang stomped her feet and chased after her.

"Why? Didn't you force me to face the truth before? I finally mustered up the courage to go to Chengguo with you to find the truth. Why did you reject me?"

With a click, the window opened.

Yifei only showed half of his face and one eye, looking at her disgustedly.

"Correct you on three points. First, I annoy you; second, I annoy you a lot; third, I annoy you a lot. Fourth..."

Qiu Jiang raised her eyebrows: "Isn't there only three points?"

Yi Fei opened his mouth, unable to continue, and finally closed the car window with a click.

The carriage picked up speed and galloped through the rain. The thick rain line is like a big net, covering the unknown future.

Seeing that it was going to be too far away to see, Qiu Jiang held up three fingers and counted leisurely: "Three, two...one!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise in front, but it turned out that the wheels of the wheels had collapsed, and the whole car suddenly fell apart, paralyzed on the road in all directions.

Yi Fei climbed up from the shattered compartment in embarrassment, brushed away his rain-drenched hair, and turned to look at Qiu Jiang.

The long street was silent again, and he and she stood at both ends of the road, looking at each other from afar.

Qiu Jiang stretched out his hand to him, and on the palm lay two pieces of Futu, which were unloaded from the axle of the carriage.

"I'm going to Cheng Guo. Take me there. Otherwise, I have nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to make you restless along the way."

Yi Fei was so angry that he wiped the rain from his face, and cursed: "Shameless!"

Qiu Jiang raised her eyebrows: "Even if I'm shameless, it's still..."

"I didn't mean you!"

Qiu Jiang was taken aback.

Yi Fei hated his teeth so much that he had to restrain himself desperately to hold back the anger and impulse in his heart, and finally spat out: "Little fox, you really talk like farting, and you don't mean anything!" No wonder Xue Cai just agreed So happy, because he was sure that Qiu Jiang would follow up by himself.

"Little fox?" Qiu Jiang frowned, "Are you referring to Xiang Xue?"

"Don't mention this person in front of me again! If you still want to go with me." Yi Fei got on his horse and signaled Qiu Jiang to get on another horse.

Qiu Jiang was overjoyed, and hurried to jump on the horse.

"Three chapters of the covenant. First, don't interfere with any of my actions; second, don't follow me; third..." Yi Fei suddenly closed his mouth when he said this.

Qiu Jiang waited for the next article.

"Forget it, there is no third!"

"You don't seem to be very good at counting, and you made a mistake just now."

"Shut up."

"Why?"

"Third, shut up!" Yi Fei patted the horse's buttocks, and the horse immediately ran wildly. Qiu Jiang hurriedly followed.

In the dilapidated fragments of the carriage, the coachman was drenched in the rain, staring blankly at the two riders quickly disappearing at the other end of the road, and then murmured a word—

"Well... you two left on horseback, how can I go?"

***

It rained heavily all day.

It didn't stop at night.

Yi Fei and Qiu Jiang arrive at a small town called "Jin Po".

Most of the towns near the imperial capital of the Kingdom of Bi are named after jade. Although this town named Jinpo is small, it is very prosperous because it is an important route to Beijing.

The lights at both ends of Qingshi Long Street are bright, reflecting the water on the ground.

Yi Fei got off his horse in front of what seemed to be the largest and most luxurious inn, and after throwing the bridle to the attendant, he ordered: "Bring a jug of good wine and ten steamed buns." After a pause, he glanced at Qiu Jiang, and then Added, "As for her, gruel and pickles."

"Wait a minute!" Qiu Jiang protested dissatisfied, "Why am I porridge and pickles? I want to eat something good!"

Yi Fei stared at her.

She pretended not to see it, and ordered: "I want a two-pound steamed sea bass; a box of braised mushrooms; rice stems are not out of season, so let me have vegetarian stir-fried rice stems; That’s enough; the staple food is a thousand packs of bacon, um, it’s almost done, let’s have a bowl of water shield soup.”

Yi Fei's gaze turned to a stare: "You want a banquet?"

"Just a light meal."

"A mere maid of yours wants to eat so much?"

"You are wrong." Qiu Jiang corrected him, "Before, I was a mere handmaid, but now, I am free."

"Have you become a scumbag?" Yi Fei sneered as he strode into the inn.

The lobby is brightly lit, and there are many guests due to the rainy night.

Yi Fei chose the table in the easternmost corner and sat down. After a while, the dishes Qiu Jiang ordered came one after another. But Yi Fei just drank, and didn't touch a single chopstick of those delicious dishes.

He didn't eat, and Qiu Jiang didn't persuade him, he picked up the soup bowl and filled it up for himself, and just after taking a sip, he smashed the bowl on the ground with a clang.

Everyone's eyes turned to this side in an instant.

Qiu Jiang slapped the table and scolded: "What kind of stuff is this made? It's so unpalatable! Who is your cook? Tell him to come out!"

The store clerks looked at each other in blank dismay, the lobby was silent, and everyone held their breath to watch the excitement.

Qiu Jiang raised her eyebrows, and said sharply, "What? Dare to admit it? It's so unpalatable, this store should close as soon as possible!"

As soon as the words fell, a person rushed out from the back room: "Who is it? Tell me, tell me that Lao Tzu's food is bad, bad?"

Someone pointed at Qiu Jiang, so that person ran all the way to Qiu Jiang, pointed at her nose and asked, "You?"

This person is about in his early forties, skinny, looks malnourished, and stutters. Unexpectedly, he is the chef of this inn.

Qiu Jiang's expression remained the same, and he said calmly, "Yes. This water shield soup is terrible."

"You, you, you dare to say that my food is unpalatable, no, I don't want to mess around anymore? Who knows that I cook three times in a radius of ten miles?!" The chef's eyes were red with anger, "You, you, do you know where it is? Three or three knives?"

"Hmm... Dragon Fang, Tiger Wing, and Inugami?"

Yi Fei chuckled.

The chef didn't expect Qiu Jiang to answer at all, so he couldn't help being stunned: "W-what is this mess?"

"Isn't it the three ancient evil weapons? They appeared in the troubled times of the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"You are an evil weapon!" Three flashes of silver light flashed, and the chef held a kitchen knife in each hand and a kitchen knife in his mouth. They all applauded.

"Great! I saw Chu Sandao's Sandao again!"

"Yes, yes, long time no see!"

"This girl is going to be unlucky..."

Amidst the discussion, Chu Sandao said to Qiu Jiang: "Look, look!"

Along with the last word, three knives flew up at the same time, and landed on the steamed perch in front of Qiu Jiang like a storm.

When the light of the knife stopped again, the perch on the table seemed unchanged, but there were countless knife marks on the fish, and the distance between each line was equal.

"One hundred knives, you count."

Chu Sandao was full of pride.

You must know that the sea bass is extremely tender, especially the cooked sea bass, it will be broken as soon as you pick it up with chopsticks, let alone cut the meat into a hundred pieces evenly with a kitchen knife.

It has to be said that most of the reason why this inn can become the number one in Jinpo is due to the chef's miraculous skills.

There was thunderous applause all around.

Chu Sandao looked at Qiu Jiang triumphantly: "Are you convinced?"

Qiu Jiang suddenly reached out his hand.

Her movements were not fast, everyone could see clearly, including Chu Sandao herself, but she wanted to avoid it, but she didn't. Chu Sandao just watched helplessly as his knife fell into Qiu Jiang's hands inexplicably.

"You!" As soon as he cursed, Qiu Jiang started to cut the fish with his knife.

Or that bass.

After being sliced ​​vertically into 100 slices as thin as cicada's wings by the chef's three knives, it was then cut by Qiu Jiang.

Different from Chu Sandao's dazzling and gorgeous knife skills, Qiu Jiang's techniques are very simple.

Everyone can see clearly.

Watching her raise the knife, cut it down, lift it up, and then drop it... One knife after another, the three knives fell in her hand one by one with a special rhythm, and cut the fish horizontally again.

The fish fillets were already extremely thin and soft, but under her hands they were extremely obedient, like flowers blooming, orderly and orderly.

A quarter of an hour passed like this.

When Qiu Jiang finally stopped and took all three knives in his hands, everyone involuntarily took a long breath.

"One hundred knives, do you want to count them too?" Qiu Jiang smiled at Chu Sandao.

Chu Sandao was unable to answer.

He couldn't even utter a word.

The body of the fish is slender and slender, cutting a hundred slices vertically has reached the peak, but this person can cut another hundred slices horizontally.

What kind of terrible skill is this?

Qiu Jiang handed back the kitchen knife, also slowly enough for everyone to see clearly, but the kitchen knife still couldn't dodge, and three knives were forced into his hands.

"Although this soup also uses shredded chicken and ham as the soup base, but I was lazy and didn't boil and drain the water shield in advance, but threw it directly into the original juice and boiled it. You are afraid that the taste will not be fragrant enough, so you poured a spoonful of lard into it. If the soup is too mellow, it will be greasy, and if the dish is not blanched, it will be astringent. Can I say that it is unpalatable now?"

Chu Sandao opened his mouth, then closed it again, opened it again, closed it again, finally stomped his feet, and bowed to the ground: "You, you, you are my ancestors! I, I, and I obey! Accept, accept me as a disciple !"

Qiu Jiang gently stretched out her hand, helped him up, then smiled softly, and said softly, "I don't want it."

The lobby burst into laughter.

And this laughter lasted for a long time.

Half an hour later, when Qiu Jiang moved into Room No. 3 on the second floor, she could still hear the noise from the lobby downstairs.

All the guests were discussing with great interest what had just happened. They said—a girl named Yi Ya came from Jinpo Town, she was good at knife skills, and she smashed the famous chef Sandao's field as soon as she came up.

However, Qiu Jiang stared at the candlelight on the table, but she didn't show any complacency. On the contrary, her expression was very calm, with a bit of gloom, and her eyes were full of thoughts.

She plucked a few hairs from her head and pinned them carefully in the cracks of the door and window. Then without taking off her clothes, she turned on the light and went to bed and fell asleep.

She slept very restlessly, and the dream was full of water vapor, as if many, many things had happened, but nothing happened.

When she opened her eyes again, it was broad daylight.

Her first action was to rush to the door to check the hair that was stuck in last night, and then her face suddenly changed—

hair... gone...

That is to say...

Someone opened this door last night...

into her room...

And she...

But I didn't notice it at all.

***

When Qiu Jiang went downstairs to have breakfast, the guests in the lobby were still discussing her, her magical hundred dollars, and her youth.

When she appeared, everyone pointed at the same time, saying that it was her and she was her.

And Chu Sandao seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and rushed to her with a blushing face, "Ancestor, are you up?"

Someone in the lobby laughed.

Chu Sandao turned his head and stared at him: "Laugh, what are you laughing at, I will, I will admit defeat! This girl is my ancestor from now on!"

Now, everyone laughed. Even Qiu Jiang couldn't help but smile a little.

"This, this way, please—" Chu Sandao eagerly led her to the private seat with the best view, only to see that there was a table full of delicacies on it, "Morning, breakfast... please give your ancestors pointers."

Qiu Jiang saw that there were eight meat and eight vegetarian dishes. Although the meat dishes were exquisite, the vegetarian dishes were also unambiguous. It could be seen that a lot of thought was spent on making them.

Qiu Jiang picked up a chopstick of spiced dried tofu and put it in his mouth, Chu Sandao held his breath nervously: "Ru, how?"

"Delicious." Qiu Jiang smiled.

Chu Sandao breathed a sigh of relief, took out a sweat towel from his sleeve and wiped his sweaty forehead: "I did it all night, I didn't sleep."

"That was really hard work..." Qiu Jiang looked at the dishes on the table, his eyes flickering, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Do you know how to make sea bass more delicious?"

"Please, please enlighten me."

"Last night, you cooked the sea bass with twelve spices to prepare its soup. It is indeed fragrant and mellow. However, the soup should not be directly poured into the fish and steamed together, but should be stewed and steamed together with the fish in a small bowl. After the fish is cooked, pour the soup from the bowl on the fish, in this way, the sauce will be less astringent than the raw juice, and the fish meat will be more delicious and tender." Qiu Jiang glanced at the audience All the guests who listened attentively cast a glance, and hooked their fingers at Chu Sandao, "There is also the most important secret recipe, come here with your ears, and I'll just tell you."

Chu Sandao was overjoyed, while others showed disappointment. Some guests took the case and said: "Nv Yi Ya, don't hide your secrets. If you have any good recipes, let's share them together!"

"Yes, yes, let us learn too!"

Qiu Jiang smiled: "Okay, as long as you also recognize me as your ancestor."

A cold word.

Everyone shut their mouths at the same time. Only Chu Sandao laughed loudly, and proudly said: "I, I recognize it, so, just teach me!"

He leaned in front of Qiu Jiang, Qiu Jiang lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The secret recipe is - let the person who cooks this table for you die."

Accompanied by the last death word, Qiu Jiang suddenly overturned the table and rushed into the kitchen in the back hall.

Chu Sandao shouted loudly: "Stop her!"

There were three odd jobs in the kitchen, but when they heard the sound, they picked up a kitchen knife and rushed towards her. Qiu Jiang was merciless, grabbed one by one and threw them out the door, and rushed straight to the biggest stove.

There are three stoves in the kitchen.

The largest hearth is at the innermost, and the light is also the dimmest. A gray-haired man bowed his back and was blowing on the fire with a bamboo tube half as long as a man. Every time he took a breath, he stopped and coughed, blowing again, and coughing again.

Qiu Jiang slowed down and walked over step by step.

The man suddenly said: "Add another pot of water to the pot, and avoid those soup cups. Seven masters have to drink a bowl of crispy, fragrant and thick soup after a meal, and the soup I stewed, The most authentic, because I never add water to it... all I use is the steamed dew in the pot, and the steamed dew is dripped into the cup, drop by drop, to get the essence."

Qiu Jiang walked to the pot, lifted the lid which was as big as a round table, and saw a large steamer tray inside, on which were seven to forty-nine cup pots the size of eggs, each of which was made of Similarly, some are made of bamboo, some are made of wood, some are made of jade, and some are made of stone... And the things in the jars are also dazzling. At a glance, there are as many as twelve kinds of meat alone, not to mention some strangely shaped spices.

Below the steaming tray is a large pot of boiling water. The water vapor permeates up, condenses on the lid of the pot, and drips into the cups drop by drop. For a while, the nose is full of attractive fragrance.

Qiu Jiang thought for a while, and poured a pot of cold water into the pot as promised.

The man laughed fiercely, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Good work."

Indeed, it is not an easy task to avoid such densely packed jars that seem to have almost no gaps and pour cold water under the steaming tray. But Qiu Jiang completed it effortlessly and instantly, which just reflects the stability of her hands, the quickness of her movements, and the accuracy of her force.

"Not only can I pour a pot of water into this pot, but I can also hold a person. Do you believe it?" Qiu Jiang held the lid of the pot, but did not close it for a long time. After the water in the pot calmed down for a while, it began to steam again. , curling water vapor filled the air, and her eyes were as bright as cold stars in the misty white smoke.

However, the man didn't look scared. Instead, he laughed and coughed while laughing: "I haven't seen you for so long, the temperament of the Seven Lords has indeed changed."

"Oh, what should I have done?"

"In the old you, from the moment you lifted the lid of the pot, the old man was already dead."

"That's because I now feel that good things should be stewed slowly, and people should be killed slowly."

The man stood up and raised his head with a smile: "Then you are wrong. If you didn't do it just now, you have no chance to do it."

Qiu Jiang immediately felt his limbs getting heavy. In fact when the man looked up and she saw his face, she knew something was wrong.

Because of the back view and the gray hair, this person looks like an old man no matter what he looks like, but his face is very young, thin, and handsome. His pupils are strangely light green, and in the dim light, he looks very old. like a wolf.

A wolf that was about to pounce on her and devour her.

Qiu Jiang staggered back, her body uncontrollably bumped into a small table beside her, and the vegetables on it fell down and landed on her feet.

She regained consciousness a little bit, then looked at the steaming cauldron, and knew exactly where the problem was—it was this cauldron!

Because, what is boiled in the pot is not soup, but medicine...drug...

Qiu Jiang bit her lower lip, trying her best to stay awake, but the man's face began to distort in her sight, becoming more and more blurred, and even his voice seemed to be slowed down, each word was dragged very long—

"You should be glad that you met me..."

What was said next was never heard again.

Qiu Jiang fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, the too strong light woke her up slowly.

Qiu Jiang didn't dare to open her eyes, because she could feel the scorching light even with her eyes closed, and opening her eyes at this moment would only destroy her eyes.

In the dark world, the senses gradually become clear.

The first thing to wake up is the brain, and then the hearing.

She heard two people talking. A man and a woman, the man is the one from before, and the woman's voice is the first one.

The woman said: "I don't believe her! I can't take risks!"

"But we have no right to convict her. We have to take her back and hand her over to Madam."

The woman sneered: "Who doesn't know that Madam loves her the most?! And Madam said that she is in seclusion, and after several years of seclusion, she can't see her face at all! Maybe she is already dead, otherwise she should have shown up long ago when such a big thing happened!"

"Don't be rude to your wife."

"Hmph, you foolish loyalists! Anyway, I don't care, I want to avenge Xiao Wu!"

Qiu Jiang felt something cold and **** her neck, but she didn't move.

Soon, the hard object disappeared, probably stopped by the man.

"In the country of Bi, I have the highest status, you have to listen to me. I said, take Qi'er back."

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, you're ruthless! I'll let you take her away, but as soon as you leave Bi Country, I'll kill her!"

The man said coldly: "If you kill her, I will kill you. You can try it."

"You!" The woman stomped her feet, followed by the sound of kicking the door hard, and then, the door was slammed shut, almost shaking the ground, and finally, the sound of footsteps went away.

The house was quiet for a while.

The man finally said, "Stop pretending, I know you're awake."

Qiu Jiang replied: "I am awake, but I dare not open my eyes. I don't want to become blind."

The man smiled, followed closely, and the light sense withdrew.

Qiu Jiang opened his eyes and looked around.

The man said, "How many windows and doors?"

What Qiu Jiang lived in was a particularly empty room, with windows on three sides, a total of twelve windows, and two doors, which was a standard flower hall building in the country of Bi.

But Qiu Jiang only glanced at it and said, "No. There are no windows or doors. Because they are all sealed."

"Then how did the girl leave just now?"

"Although it sounds like she slammed the door, I know that she flew away from above."

Qiu Jiang pointed to the roof.

There is a small hole in the roof.

"Generally, in brightly lit rooms, few people pay attention to the top of their heads. You didn't raise your eyes just now, so how do you know that the hole above is the real door?"

"Because of the wind."

The almost imperceptible airflow falls from the hole on the top of the head, and is then keenly sensed by the skin. And this perception is often more reliable than the eyes and nose.

The man started to applaud, and his laughter was piercing like a gong: "As expected of Qi'er."

He still has gray hair, a slightly hunched back and a young face, but when combined together, it becomes a strange charm, especially when he smiles, the wrinkled lines on his face are wrinkled, and his eyes are shining, looking like an old man. Naive and simple.

"Qi'er, they all said you lost your memory."

Qiu Jiang's heart skipped a beat.

"If you lose your memory, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you. I can't bring a dangerous person back to the organization, you know."

Qiu Jiang didn't make a sound.

"Then tell me now who I am."

Qiu Jiang looked at him quietly, but still didn't speak.

"I'll count to three. If you don't answer, then I can only say I'm sorry." The man said, stretching out the long bamboo tube and pressing it against her neck, "Three..."

Qiu Jiang looked at his flickering, child-like pupils.

"two."

Qiu Jiang looked at his thin, dark fingers.

"Well...don't say it? Then I have to...offend." Accompanied by the last word, the bamboo tube stabbed over.

Qiu Jiang didn't move.

With a few squeaks, the cowhide rope that was tightly tied to her body broke.

The green lacquered bamboo tube spun back into the man's hand with a graceful arc. The man stood up, coughed, and staggered towards the door with a bamboo tube.

"Next, I will take you back to Ruyi Gate. There will be no peace along the way. We will meet many people. Some will kill you; some will help you."

"Who wants to kill me?"

"Those who think you have betrayed the organization."

"Then who will help me?"

The man giggled: "For example—me."

When he said the first word, he still had that ugly voice, but when he said the last word, his voice changed, becoming a little crisp, a little greasy, and a little obscene.

It's a very special sound.

It was also a voice that Qiu Jiang was very familiar with.

Qiu Jiang's face suddenly changed.

"Yi...fei?"

The man turned around and blinked at her.

Qiu Jiang was shocked—is it really him? ! Her hands and feet were free, and she immediately flew over to take a closer look.

The art of disguise has always been famous for its mystery, but in fact, one person cannot really disguise himself as another person. Human skin masks are exaggerated in legends. However, if you want to look alike, it is It can be achieved with the help of makeup and props.

At this moment, Yi Fei has thickened his eyebrows, painted his face yellow, and thickened his lips. With just a few adjustments in his facial features, he looks very different from before. In addition, he changed his clothes, hunched his back, and always lowered his head. If he didn't look carefully, he really couldn't recognize that this man with a crooked figure like a dying old man was the young and prosperous Yi Fei.

"How could it be you?" Qiu Jiang couldn't figure it out.

"Actually, you don't recognize me—this me, right?" Yi Fei raised his sleeves, showing off his new attire.

Qiu Jiang's gaze rested on the green lacquered bamboo tube in his hand.

Yi Fei handed the handle end of the bamboo tube to her upside down, on which was engraved with the word Liu.

Qiu Jiang asked in surprise, "Three Treasures of Glazed Glass?"

Yi Fei smiled: "Yeah, I can't think of it. The cook here is actually your third brother."

Qiu Jiang lowered her face and said coldly, "I don't have an older brother."

"In other words, your former accomplice?"

Qiu Jiang bit her lower lip, looked at Yi Fei coldly, and said, "The third prince, the majestic third prince, can only play tricks and bully a weak woman?"

"Weak girl? Where is it?" Yi Fei looked around.

Qiu Jiang finally got a little angry: "I don't have time to talk to you, if you can't talk well, then I'll find someone who can talk to me well."

She stretched out her hand to push the door, but it wouldn't open, and when she pulled again, the whole door fell down, exposing the wall behind.

Yi Fei chuckled, and then she realized that the door was fake. He obviously discovered the clues just now, but he forgot because of anger. Qiu Jiang couldn't help thinking: Emotions really affect judgment, this is a big taboo, we must pay attention to it next time. In particular, this journey is doomed to be troublesome, with one wrong step and one wrong step.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. In fact, we must hurry up." Yi Fei stretched out his hand to Qiu Jiang, "Go, talk while walking."

Qiu Jiang held his hand suspiciously, and a huge force immediately came from that hand, lifting her whole body up, but it turned out that it was Yi Fei who jumped up and pulled her to jump from the hole in the roof together. go out.

Outside the roof, luxuriant branches and leaves are covered with flowers and vines. Therefore, although the opening of the hole can be seen from the house, from the outside, the opening is blocked by vines and leaves, so it is not easy to find.

And after Qiu Jiang jumped out, he knew why Yi Fei locked her in this room. Because the outside is the attic of the inn, the attic is connected together from south to west to form a Chinese character, which just surrounds the room in the middle, and because the room is surrounded by walls, the only entrance and exit is on the roof. When walking between the attics, just pass by ordinary walls, and you will not know that there is another world inside.

It has to be said that such a concealed design is simple and ingenious.

Yi Fei slid down the roof with Qiu Jiang, jumped into the attic corridor on the east side, and then went directly downstairs through the corridor to the stable in the backyard of the inn. Their horses are tied inside.

Yi Fei signaled Qiu Jiang to get on his horse, but instead of riding on it, he walked to the other side of the yard, where there was a large open space where several carriages were parked. Some horses were untied and replaced with their own horses.

Qiu Jiang followed suit and followed suit.

After changing the horse, Yi Fei slapped the horse that belonged to him hard. The horse was in pain, and immediately rushed out with the newly harnessed carriage.

After a while, there was a sound of exclamation from the direction of the lobby in the distance—

"Ah, Brother Zhang, isn't that your carriage?"

"Bastard! Stop it for me! Come on, hurry up and chase Lao Tzu's carriage—"

A group of people rushed out of the lobby to chase the carriage. Yi Fei took the opportunity to signal Qiu Jiang to get on the horse quickly, and the two turned the horse's head and left through the back door.

The newly replaced horse is extremely steed, as fast as lightning, in the blink of an eye, it has already left the inn.

Yifei chuckled: "Sure enough, the car is good, and the horse is also good. These two horses are much better than the two that Xue Xiaostingly gave me before!"

Qiu Jiang was speechless. It turned out that the reason he made such a fuss just now was to change horses.

"Besides, without the two horses, the people who followed us after the hoofprints, the clue is broken."

Qiu Jiang couldn't help asking: "Did Xue Xiang make a mark on those two horseshoes?"

"I don't know." Yi Fei grinned, "But it's always right to be careful."

Although he acted nonchalantly, Qiu Jiang felt that he really cared. Yi Fei is very concerned about Xue Cai. Indeed, if Xue Cai was an enemy rather than a friend, then everything would be terrible.

But it is too early to draw conclusions. Qiu Jiang decided not to consider Xue Cai's real intentions. What exactly happened last night, and why Yi Fei became San'er, these are the things that need to be clarified most at present.

"After I fell asleep last night, what happened?"

"Answer me first—what is your purpose in deliberately provoking Chu Sandao?"

Qiu Jiang didn't hide anything, and replied quickly: "In order to let people know that I am here."

"oh?"

"If it is true as you said, Lianlian and Dong'er were killed by someone from Ruyimen, and that person was looking for me everywhere, then when he heard that there was a girl who could cut a bass a hundred times , you’ll know it’s me. I’m going to lure him out…”

Yi Fei took it for her: "Then kill him to avenge those maidservants?"

Qiu Jiang didn't respond, she just looked ahead with distant and deep eyes. This makes her look like a gritty beauty. Yi Fei suddenly discovered that even though this woman is not considered a beauty, as long as she is willing, people can easily be fascinated by her.

Did Feng Xiaoya back then just fall in love with her because she was bewildered by her inadvertent elegance and married her?

Is she Qi'er from Ruyimen? Is her amnesia real, or fake?

These problems are like the mountains ahead at this moment, seemingly clear and clear, but out of reach. I don't know how long it will take to find the truth.

A series of changes occurred in Yifei's eyes, he turned his gaze away from Qiu Jiang, and said slowly: "That inn is one of the strongholds of Ruyimen."

"how do you know?"

"I made a deal with them back then. They were responsible for sending me to the imperial capital of Bi Kingdom safely, and I promised some things to Mrs. Ruyi." Yi Fei smiled after speaking, but there was a vicissitudes in his smile. Jiang's heart shuddered.

He... is also a customer of Ruyimen?

"The last place they met me back then was that inn, and the person who met me was San'er." Yi Fei pointed to the green lacquered bamboo tube.

"Is it last year?"

"yes."

"Have you seen San'er?"

"Yes. Because the things I promised are so expensive that he has to come and pick them up in person."

"So from that moment on you knew there was something wrong with the inn."

"Yes. But they had no interest in me at the time. On the contrary, they were kind to me, so I don't need to expose it."

Qiu Jiang stared at him: "Then what now?"

Yi Fei suddenly smiled, with a mysterious and weird smile: "Now I am the third child of Ruyimen, and I have to do my best for the organization. For example—"

"Take me back."

Qiu Jiang already understood.

In fact, if you think about it, you should know that since Ruyimen is such an outstanding and meticulous organization, and it is located in Chengguo, how could Yi Fei, the third prince of Chengguo, not know about it. Not only did he know, but he also had contacts with them early in the morning, so he knew some details that outsiders did not know.

For example, San'er's appearance; for example, the secret room of that inn; and for example...the arrangement that happened last night when she was not awake.

"I took you into this inn on purpose yesterday, and they found you immediately. As soon as you entered the room that night, at least ten people were ambushing outside, waiting to break through the door and arrest you. But they didn't take any action, I'm very surprised , waited for an opportunity to infiltrate into their team, and only then did I know that San'er, who is in charge here, is not there, and the people below dare not act rashly."

"So you killed the real San'er first and pretended to be him?"

"That's right."

Qiu Jiang carefully looked at Yi Fei.

Yi Fei raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"I didn't know you knew how to change faces."

"It's not easy to pretend to be someone else, but it's not difficult to pretend to be San'er." Yi Fei smiled, "Do you know why?"

Qiu Jiang thought for a while: "Because his body shape is similar to yours.