Back in the Su Mansion, Su Zhenyu and Su Yun rushed forward and asked Lin Xiu about the assassin.
Lin Xiu just said that the assassin's lightness kung fu was really good, and he couldn't keep him in the end. Guessing that there would be no more assassins coming tonight, Lin Xiu excused himself and left the Su residence.
Such a big incident happened in the city lord's mansion, and the whole Mu city was shaken at this moment. The common people couldn't figure it out, how could such a good official be assassinated by others? But they only dared to say this to their mother-in-law on the top of their own kang, and fell asleep after speaking, after all, they were people from two worlds.
On the brightly lit Mucheng Boulevard, crowds of prison guards wore Mucheng's unified standard Da Yao Dao on their waists, and began to carry out a carpet-like search in Fucheng.
Back at the inn, Lin Xiu was surprised to find that the handsome son he met on the street during the day was sitting in the inn sipping tea leisurely.
Lin Xiu's eyes lit up, and he walked slowly in front of the young master, and cupped his hands.
"Brother, I didn't expect you to be in this inn too."
Mu Qing'er frowned subconsciously as she looked at Lin Xiu, whose clothes were a little tattered.
"Are you the one who helped me pick up things on the street today? How could it be like this?"
After speaking, Mu Qing'er asked Lin Xiu to sit down, and with a wink, Xiao Yun asked Lin Xiu to pour him a cup of tea.
After Lin Xiu sat down, he took a sip of the boiling tea, and then said unhurriedly, "I met a thief on the street earlier, and accidentally tore his clothes while chasing him."
"Brother, I heard your accent is from the north?" Lin Xiu gently changed the subject.
Mu Qing'er closed the ivory fan in her hand, and nodded slightly.
"That's right, I'm an out-and-out northerner."
Lin Xiu, who received the exact answer, showed joy. Among the four happy events in life, meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land happened in front of him. How could he not be happy?
Immediately, Lin Xiu changed into an authentic northern mouth and said: "Coincidentally, Xiaosheng is also from the north, but I grew up in Guiyuan domain."
Mu Qing'er and Xiao Yun exchanged glances, and then Xiao Yun went upstairs and returned to the room under the pretext of having something to do, leaving only Lin Xiu and Mu Qing'er drinking tea on the first floor.
Then I called Xiao Er to add a few plates of dim sum, and the two of them talked about the customs of the north while chatting with each other.
As for the north, to be honest, Mu Qing'er is still yearning for it. She has a heroic temperament, otherwise she would not be a good lady and instead ran to practice swords.
It's just a pity that all these years, because Mu Hai really cherished his precious daughter so much, Mu Qing'er hadn't made a move in the past ten years, except when she was very young and grew up in the north.
This is also the reason why Mu Qing'er can speak northern dialect fluently.
It's not that she didn't try to sneak out of Mu City before, but every time she was brought back by the Mu family guest before she left the city gate.
Fortunately, although Mu Qing'er was stubborn, she was very pleased with the old people in the Mu family. The Keqing enshrined by the Mu family has never married, and as time goes by, she gradually regards Mu Qing'er as her granddaughter.
After catching Mu Qing'er, the old guest never even scolded her, even when Mu Qing'er got into trouble at home many times, even Mu Hai couldn't help but want to teach his daughter a lesson. An old guest came forward to protect her.
The reason why he was able to successfully run away from home this time was entirely because the previous selection of a son-in-law had come to an end, and Mu Qing'er also really wanted to see Lin Xiu's demeanor, so she persuaded Mu Hai to go out, disguise himself, and wanted to see you.
Lin Xiu's words made Mu Qing'er, who yearned for yellow sand all over the sky since she was a child, and lonely geese flying south, her eyes lighted up, and she wished she could go back to Saibei immediately.
The tea water cooled down slowly, and the tea leaves in the water cup gradually sank to the bottom of the cup. The tea leaves that were originally fresh green after being brewed by the spring water also became darker in color.
After all, Mu Qing'er was a girl, and after a short while, she felt a burst of coolness, mixed with the sleepiness unique to late autumn, and she looked quite tired.
Yawning lightly, Mu Qing'er rubbed her brows, and looked at Lin Xiu with some embarrassment: "Well, haven't you known your brother's name?"
Lin Xiu chuckled: "You're welcome, you and I hit it off right away, so call me Lin Xiu."
Mu Qing'er is also a bold temperament, and she doesn't pretend at the moment, but she dare not tell Lin Xiu her real name, otherwise, won't she expose herself as a daughter?
After giving herself a clear name, Mu Qing'er cupped her hands at Lin Xiu, and returned to her room upstairs.
Almost all the guests on the first floor of the inn were gone at this time, and the figures of the yamen servants on the street gradually faded away.
Lin Xiu changed to a slightly more comfortable position, leaning his back lightly on the chair. With his right hand, he lightly grasped the teapot, which had long been out of temperature, and the whole teapot was spinning continuously in his palm. After a short while, bursts of hot air came out from the spout.
He poured himself a cup of hot water, and after taking a sip, Lin Xiu put down his teacup again, and smiled slightly at a white-haired man who suddenly appeared at the door of the inn.
"Before Xiaosheng came to Mucheng, he had heard people say that Zhang Hanqing and Young Master Zhang of Mucheng are extremely talented. Why don't you come and have a cup of tea to warm up?"
Zhang Hanqing, a white-haired man, was not surprised that Lin Xiu knew his identity. After all, no matter how young he was, a person who could push back a master at the top of the Diyuan realm should not be underestimated.
Zhang Hanqing's white hair looked so dazzling under the dim candlelight.
Lin Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed quietly.
Huiji will be hurt, and love will not last, but that's all.
It is rumored that Zhang Hanqing has been extremely intelligent since childhood, and even wrote poetry at the age of nine. At that time, all the powerful people in Mucheng believed that this son would be able to take on the leading role of the Zhang family.
And most of the rich and powerful are married to each other so that they can advance and retreat together when they encounter difficulties.
But Zhang Hanqing, who was favored by everyone, fell in love with a woman when she was sixteen years old. Zhang Hanqing had never disclosed her identity before, and the two got along fairly well. But later, for unknown reasons, the woman's family offended a local gentry and was forcibly robbed by the gentry into her home. Later, the woman couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide.
When Zhang Hanqing returned from other places with the head of the Zhang family, all he saw was the grave of the woman.
Since then, Zhang Hanqing's temperament has changed drastically. After locking herself in the room for three full days, she came out with a white haired head.
Afterwards, Zhang Hanqing even ruined the entire family of the gentry, and his wife and children were separated.
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Looking at the calm young man in front of him, there was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of Zhang Hanqing's mouth, even if you saved that old thief Su Zhenyu, so what? As long as you are still in Jingzhou, the three big tycoons will have plenty of opportunities to play with you slowly.
After drinking the tea, Zhang Hanqing straightened up again, raised her legs and walked towards the door.
Lin Xiu just stared at the back of the other party with interest, and at the same time kept counting in his heart.
Finally, when Zhang Hanqing was about to cross the threshold, he stopped and said in a cold voice, "The Zhang family will have a banquet the day after tomorrow. I wonder if the young man dares to go?"
What he said is not willing, but dare! Because he has the confidence!
The author, Lazy Scholar, said: Don't wait for the next few chapters, it will be very late, read it tomorrow morning. Happy Valentine's Day, I'm sorry I'm still single
