As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 114 Chapter 113: Autumn Rain in the Capital

Sea banquet.

It still looks like a small town, with all the necessary organs and organs, but the people here have changed a lot.

The inn is still the same inn, it looks like it has been renovated, and the location has not changed at all.

Today, this inn welcomed its former innkeeper, who was dressed in neat blue clothes, holding a sword in his hand, and holding the horse in his left hand. He walked slowly into the town, came to the inn and handed the horse to the waiter, who had already sat down.

The chopped green onion noodles are prominently on the menu.

Gu Changsheng tapped the scallion noodles with his finger and said, "Here comes a pot of spring brew."

"okay!"

The waiter responded and retreated.

Gu Changsheng looked at the layout of the store. The counter had been replaced with a new one and was still in its original position. The pillars in the hall also had decorative carvings.

It was not lunch time, and there were not many people around. She was sitting next to the counter, and she had an inexplicable urge to sit over.

The shopkeeper inside is a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a long gown, with a straight body, and a wisp of beard that makes him look more elegant.

After thinking about it for a moment, he stretched, glanced at the young woman sitting there, was slightly startled, and said, "Has the girl been here before?"

Gu Changsheng turned his head, thought for a moment and said, "That's right."

He nodded, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

"When did the shopkeeper take over this inn?" Gu Changsheng asked curiously.

"It's passed down from our ancestors."

"Oh? Pass it down?"

"Yes, it's good to have the Murong family to take care of her. It seems that the person my elder was with at that time had an old relationship with the family. It's not far away, so the Murong family will help take care of it."

"I see."

Gu Changsheng nodded and said nothing. The Murong family is quite meticulous in their work.

The chopped green onion noodles were served quickly, and they were piping hot. She took a bite and found that they were quite authentic and had not changed much from before.

After eating the noodles, he picked up the flask and poured a glass of wine. He drank lightly, and Gu Changsheng squinted his eyes slightly, feeling comfortable.

It's just that the season is not so good, it's more comfortable this way in winter.

The person is not very good either, one is missing.

After slowly finishing the bottle of wine, Gu Changsheng went to the side to lead the horse, and suddenly stopped when he reached the door.

She turned around and came gently to the backyard. This place had been rebuilt and the yard had been expanded a bit. It no longer looked like it had before.

The two thick hawthorn trees in the courtyard are still there, but they are crowded together too close together, and many of their branches are connected together, making them indistinguishable from each other.

There is no common sense at all, and the trees will not be planted far apart... Gu Changsheng looked a little funny. When he saw the round and small fruits on it, he reached out and picked one, wiped it on his clothes and put it in his mouth. He grinned sourly.

Someone came out of the house and saw the branches moving slightly, but when he looked closely, no one was there. He looked around strangely.

Gu Changsheng led the horse and walked out of the town.

The news she got from Murong's family was pretty good and gave her a clear clue.

Imperial court.

If there is a place that has changed the most, it is the imperial court.

One person, one horse and one sword.

Walking on the vast land.

The wind stirred up dust and sand, and there was an indescribable feeling of desolation.

Beijing.

The news of Huo Xiu's death slowly spread, and many people knew his hidden identity, the boss of Qingyi House.

Some people marveled, some watched, and some investigated.

Unlike those people who talk after dinner, Lu Xiaofeng considers herself Huo Xiu's friend - that old man Huo's friend, rather than some other general status.

After some searching, there was no clue.

I just know that person is very strong!Ridiculously strong!

Lu Xiaofeng somehow remembered what Hua Manlou said about the masters that day.

Will it be him?

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't understand it.

In addition, Huo Xiu's identity as the boss of Qingyi House also gave him a headache.

Most of the treasures in the secret room were still there, and the corpses were laid out in the corridor, as if the other party came just to kill people and didn't care about other things. This behavior reminded him of the person from Wanmei Villa who could kill so easily. It is rare to see such a master with so many people, let alone a master with a sword.

The identity of the boss is also worthy of that person's action.

But Huo Xiu was beaten to death with bare hands, and his throat was crushed by Ye Mingzhu in the end, which excluded Ximen Chuixue.

Because he knew that Ximen Chuixue only liked to kill people with a sword.In other words, Ximen Chuixue killed people just to use his sword.

Watching blood bloom is an art in his eyes, so he will never hit someone with his bare hands, let alone kill someone in this way.

After entering the small building of Huamanlou, Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of wine, looked up at the roof, and suddenly said: "Are there any women with profound skills in this world?"

Huamanlou said: "There are many, such as the four outstanding figures among the three outstanding figures in Emei."

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "They are not enough!"

Huamanlou asked: "Do you think the person who attacked Huo Xiu was a woman?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I have found the source of that iron sword. I bought it from Blacksmith Wu."

There were many rare treasures where Huo Xiu's body was, and a broken iron sword that was not even ordinary was very unexpected. This was the only clue he found.

Huamanlou asked: "Who bought it?"

Lu Xiaofeng said a little strangely: "He only knew that she was a woman, and he bought the sword for sixty taels of broken silver."

Huamanlou said: "So you are asking about female masters with profound skills, instead of female masters with swords?"

A person who uses a sword, even if he does not have a peerless weapon, will at least have a good sword of his own. There are only two possibilities for finding an iron sword to kill people at short notice. One is that the sword is damaged and you have not found one that suits your needs. Sword, second is...

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said, "I guess she just thinks it's faster to kill with a sword and it's not easy to get her hands dirty."

Huamanlou smelled the fragrance of the flowers and said nothing.Why discuss murder in such a beautiful evening?
The setting sun in the distance cast a layer of orange-red over the capital city, and the setting sun looked like blood.

When the autumn wind blows, the leaves on the trees have turned yellow.

A rain made the weather much cooler.

Gu Changsheng entered the capital when it was raining. He put on a raincoat and a bamboo hat and led his horse slowly into the city.

I've been walking the same path in the past few months, and the environment is indeed much better than it was back then.

He originally planned to go for a walk along Liumen Road, but it was raining when he entered the city, so Gu Changsheng led the horse directly to the inn, shook off his raincoat, took off his bamboo hat, paid and went upstairs.

A bucket of hot water.

The steam made her face more rosy.

After many days of running around, she felt relieved at this moment. She leaned back against the bucket and half-closed her eyes to rest her mind.

Hair is indeed a bit inconvenient. In the past, it was to get closer to Jiang Yuyan. It was a lot of fun to wash and dry each other and help with makeup.

Especially when Jiang Yuyan was wearing a thin shirt, her hair was wet, and she was sitting there with her legs folded, waiting for her to help wipe and comb her hair, she was so obedient that it was painful.

Gu Changsheng didn't know what he thought of, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Of course she was the one who liked to pinch people, and so was Jiang Yuyan.

But Jiang Yuyan couldn't beat her.

after a while.

She stood up from the bucket, dried her hands with a towel, put on her middle coat with bare feet, then put on a clean black shirt, and sat in front of the window to listen to the rain.

Autumn rains.

Beating on the window string.

For a moment, the room was extremely quiet.

　This is the outline I drew up from the beginning, probably... The Emperor Yan who is not crazy is not Emperor Yan, but a little woman.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)