The Heavens Begin with Detective Di Renjie

Chapter 132 Cold Rakshasa Xue Bing

"Now let your younger brother come out, Master Bitter Melon." Lu Xiaofeng turned to look at Master Bitter Melon.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Jiuling really came out.

Many people in Jianghu know that there are two things in Jin Jiuling that few people can match——

His clothes, and his eyes.

Jin Jiuling's eyes are not particularly big, nor are they particularly bright, but as long as he sees them once, he will never forget them.

The clothes Jin Jiuling wears are always of the most noble material, the latest styles, and the most exquisite craftsmanship.

The folding fan in his hand is also a valuable product, and it can be used as a weapon when necessary.

He is a person who has extremely high requirements on the quality of life: if it is not the first-class wine, he will not drink it; if it is not the first-class woman, he will look down on him;

There is no doubt that all of Jin Jiuling's hobbies cost money, but he is not the first-rate rich man.

After seeing Jin Jiuling, Lu Xiaofeng asked straight to the point: "Is there any clue now?"

Jin Jiuling didn't smudge, took out a piece of red satin from his bosom, and handed it to Lu Xiaofeng.

"This is what the 'Embroidered Thief' left in the treasure house of Pingnan Palace."

"Is he really embroidering there?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help being surprised at the courage of the embroidery thief.

Jin Jiuling nodded and said, "When Jiang Chongwei opened the door and entered, he was embroidering this flower inside!"

"The treasure house of the palace is heavily guarded, how could he get in?"

"No one knows how he got in, and no one can guess."

"He didn't even leave any clues?" Lu Xiaofeng still didn't give up.

"No." Jin Jiuling said with certainty.

"What kind of person is he?"

"It's a man with a big beard and a big cotton jacket in hot weather."

"anything else?"

"No more." Jin Jiuling replied, "That's all I know, and so are others. There will never be anyone who knows more than me."

Hua Manlou suddenly said: "No matter how good a person's disguise is, there are always some flaws to be exposed. Maybe Chang Mantian and the others didn't notice it, or maybe they noticed it, but they were negligent."

After hearing this, Jin Jiuling thought for a moment and said, "It's very possible!"

Hua Manlou said again: "So if we ask them carefully, maybe we can get some clues!"

Lu Xiaofeng frowned: "Us?"

"We!" Hua Manlou said affirmatively.

"This 'we' also includes you?" Lu Xiaofeng asked again.

Hua Manlou smiled: "Don't forget that I am also blind, how can I not care about blind people?"

"Okay, let's split things up, you two go find Chang Mantian and Jiang Chongwei!" Lu Xiaofeng said immediately.

Jin Jiuling asked back: "What about you?"

Lu Xiaofeng hid the red satin in his arms and said casually: "I want to take this thing away and find someone!"

What he was looking for was a woman who couldn't embroider.

The hillside is full of roses and roses, and at dusk, it seems to have turned into a magical and magnificent lavender.

As soon as Shen Youzhi and Lu Xiaofeng arrived here, a person appeared on the hillside.

She was wearing a snow-white dress, which was light and soft, and she stood pretty on the hillside, as if she might be blown away by the wind at any moment.

She was exactly the person Lu Xiaofeng was looking for - Xue Bing.

Xue Bing, known as Leng Luocha, is a descendant of Mrs. Xue, one of the "Four Tigresses" in Jianghu, and also Lu Xiaofeng's confidante.

In addition, she is also a member of "Red Shoes", ranking eighth.

"Young Master Liu."

As Xue Bing said, he bowed and saluted.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, his head was in a daze.

Xue Bing has always been an arrogant person, except for Mrs. Xue, she has never been so polite to anyone.

"When did you two meet?" Lu Xiaofeng asked puzzled.

Hearing this, Xue Bing turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng again, with tender love in his eyes.

"We've known each other for a long time, at least."

"How come I never heard you say that?"

Xue Bing bit her lip and said softly, "Who told you not to visit me for so long?

I really wish I could poke seventeen or eighteen holes in your body, but it's a pity..."

She didn't say the following words, her face was already red, as red as the setting sun in the distant mountains.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at her, he was already bewildered.

"Cough cough!"

Shen Youzhi looked at the two people who were exuding love like no one else, and couldn't help but remind them.

The two people whose eyes were about to draw eyes suddenly woke up and turned their heads away.

Xue Bing's face turned even redder.

Although Lu Xiaofeng would not blush, he would be embarrassed.

"Let's get down to business first." Shen Youzhi reminded Lu Xiaofeng.

Before Lu Xiaofeng opened his mouth, Xue Bing became angry.

She said bitterly: "I knew it, if you didn't ask me to do something, how could you remember me!"

Lu Xiaofeng knew he was wrong, so he could only admit: "I do have something to do, but I didn't come to beg you!"

Xue Bing scowled and asked, "Then tell me, who are you looking for?"

"Find the old lady!"

"What tricks are you playing again? Why are you looking for her old man?"

"There's something I want to ask her!"

"It's the same if you ask me something!"

"It's a pity that you will never understand this!"

"What do I not understand?"

"embroidered."

Xue Bing stopped talking because she really didn't know how to embroider.

Although she is a descendant of Mrs. Xue, the "needle god", she never touches embroidery needles, and even dozes off when she picks up embroidery needles.

She had told Lu Xiaofeng about this matter a long time ago.

"You still remember what I said?" Xue Bing asked Lu Xiaofeng with a slightly better complexion.

Lu Xiaofeng replied: "I remember every word you said."

Xue Bing looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "For Mr. Liu's sake, I can take you to see the old lady."

Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly.

Obviously the one who was scolded was himself, but it was others who had face.

Mrs. Xue is 77 this year, but no one can see that she is a 77-year-old woman.

Her attitude is always dignified and perfect, her eyes are still bright, and her demeanor is still moving.

Especially when she sees the young people she likes, her eyes even show a kind of girlish innocence.

Lu Xiaofeng was the young man she liked.

So when Lu Xiaofeng asked her for help, she readily agreed.

"The satin is from Fu Ruixiang in Beijing, and the silk thread is from Fuji. The two shops are owned by the same owner."

As soon as Mrs. Xue took the handkerchief, she knew the origin of this thing.

Immediately, she said with a little contempt in her eyes: "It's just that the embroidery skills are a bit poor. I was better at embroidery than her when I was six years old."

"Naturally, no one in the world can match your embroidery skills." Lu Xiaofeng said with a smile.

Mrs. Xue smiled happily upon hearing this.

This is why she likes Lu Xiaofeng.

"Little Fenghuang, which girl's embroidered shoe uppers did you take?" Mrs. Xue asked curiously.

"Girl?" Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise, "You mean, a girl embroidered this?"

Mrs. Xue was a little angry, and said, "Hmph, my eyesight to see this thing is better than your eyesight to see women!"

Seeing that she was angry, Lu Xiaofeng immediately spoke to comfort her, but soon he thought of another point: "You said this is a shoe upper?"

"Of course." Mrs. Xue replied with great confidence.

People in the Jianghu called her the "God of Needle" because her needlework and embroidery skills have reached a state of perfection, so she will never admit her mistake.

Just like Ximen Chuuxue, who is the "Sword God", would never mistake the sword technique.

(End of this chapter)