The cousin girl plays the role of silly and sweet every day

Chapter 57 My master, who is over fifty years old, was abducted

Room on the second floor.

The hollow carved window canopies let in scattered sunlight, and porcelain bottles and tea sets are placed on the rosewood table next to the window.

The boy brewed the tea, and the water vapor was thick, and the fragrance of tea lingered, filling the whole room.

Jiang Wenyu held hot tea in both hands, his eyes rolled, and he looked around curiously.

Tan Shu picked up the teacup casually and held it with three fingers. He didn't drink, but just tapped the cup with his fingertips.

Jiang Wenyu took a sip and thought it tasted good. After finishing one cup, he poured himself another cup.

She drank three cups in a row, but the prince next to her didn't touch a drop of tea.

Noticing Jiang Wenyu's little movements, Tan Shu raised his eyebrows and took time to look at her.

After a while, the owner of the tea shop opened the door and walked in, looking like a dignified and courteous corporal.

"I didn't know that the prince's visit was a bit off, but I hope you'll forgive me."

Jiang Wenyu raised his confused eyes and briefly stared at the middle-aged man.

Boss: "...?"

Jiang Wenyu smiled generously: "Hello."

The host's eyes moved away from Jiang Wenyu and stopped at Tan Shu.

"Mr. Ji is polite."

Tan Shu's eyes were unfocused, and the ends of his slightly hooked eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Ji Yanxing cupped his hands and said, "I wonder why the prince is here today?"

Tan Shu looked at Jiang Wenyu and said quietly: "This is Zhong Zibian's disciple. I want to know something about Zhong Zibian."

Jiang Wenyu had a soft smile in his eyes and asked softly: "Mr. Ji, does he know where Master Zibian is?"

Ji Yanxing turned to look at her, hesitated for a moment, and then asked with a hint of surprise: "Are you Ms. Jiang, the disciple of Miracle Doctor Zi Bian?"

Jiang Wenyu blinked: "Does Master Zibian have other disciples outside?"

Ji Yanxing was amused and laughed: "No, absolutely not!"

He looked at Tanshu and asked if he could sit down.

Tan Shu nodded.

Ji Yanxing sat down opposite Jiang Wenyu, picked up the teapot and poured tea into the empty teacup in front of Jiang Wenyu.

"I am the seventh eldest child in my family, so people often call me the Seventh Master. A few years ago, I contracted a serious disease while doing business in the Jiangnan area. Fortunately, the miracle doctor Zhong Zi-Bian treated me, and I have been in contact with the miracle doctor Zi-Bian ever since. He often mentioned to me, Jiang The girl is extremely smart and is a good material for studying medicine."

Jiang Wenyu smiled and praised back: "Mr. Ji used to do business in the south of the Yangtze River, but now he has brought his business to the capital. He is truly a smart person and a business genius."

Ji Yanxing laughed twice: "Miss Jiang is really good at talking."

Jiang Wenyu smiled sweetly back at him.

"The last time I saw the miracle doctor Zhong Zibian was three months ago. At that time, he said he wanted to go on a trip." Ji Yanxing paused and his face darkened. "Originally, we exchanged letters at the beginning of every month, but this month he also No letter came.”

Ji Yanxing took out two letters and handed them to Jiang Wenyu.

The cover of the letterhead says, 'Words and deeds are inseparable'.

Ji Yanxing said: "For the last time, the miracle doctor mentioned in his heart that he knew a brother from the Xuanying Sect, and decided to go to the Secret Valley together to find the strange medicine."

Tan Shu paid attention to the reactions of Jiang Wenyu and Ji Yanxing from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Wenyu opened the letter and found that the handwriting on it was indeed written by Zhong Zibian himself.

Most people can't imitate Zhong Zibian's handwriting. Even if he can imitate the form, he can't imitate the soul. Moreover, the smell of this ink... is indeed the ink ink that Zhong Zibian often uses.

Jiang Wenyu pretended to be confused and said: "I only know about iron doors and wooden doors. What kind of door is Xuanying Gate?"

...What kind of shabby copper and iron gate is the Xuanying Gate?

Ji Yanxing almost spit out his tea.

Jiang Wenyu puffed out his cheeks slightly and looked at others: "Your Majesty, do you know?"

Tan Shu's eyebrows and eyes are like a stroke in a light-ink landscape painting. His temperament is absolute, and his innate coldness and indifference make people intimidated.

Ji Yanxing glanced at him from the corner of his eye and immediately suppressed his laughter.

Tan Shu lightly raised his eyelids and said casually: "Xuanyingmen is a beggar gang composed of a group of charlatans."

Ji Yanxing: "..." Jiang Wenyu: "..."

"So...my master was kidnapped?"

Jiang Wenyu's pupils were dilated and he looked very frightened.

Ji Yanxing looked troubled: "I don't know the details. I have to rely on the prince and Miss Jiang to find out."

Jiang Wenyu: "Mr. Ji, are there only these two letters about my master?"

Ji Yanxing thought for a while, shook his head and said, "There are only these two letters."

Jiang Wenyu held the tea cup to his mouth, lowered his eyebrows obediently, and blew the tea gently, his thoughts turning.

This Mr. Ji is not normal.

Zhong Zibian, like Zhong Zique, would never mention her to others.

Tan Shu only said that she was Zhong Zibian's disciple, but did not say that her surname was Jiang.

It is true that Zhong Zibian wrote the letter, but it is not certain whether he took the initiative or was forced.

Seventh Master, Xuanyingmen.

Jiang Wenyu sneered in his heart.

I thought she broke someone else's game, but I didn't expect that she fell into someone else's game.

'Seventh Master' does not refer to the seventh rank, but to the seven guardians of the Xuanying Sect.

Wu Yinkun is one, and Ji Yanxing is one.

Ji Yanxing has been eyeing Zhong Zibian for a long time. It seems that even if Wu Yinkun doesn't discover her, Ji Yanxing will.

Tan Shu glanced at Jiang Wenyu.

Jiang Wenyu turned her head and looked towards Tan Shu, catching his gaze, she smiled at him with a bright smile between her eyebrows and eyes.

This prince clearly knew that there was something wrong with Ji Yanxing, so he brought her here to see if he could find any flaws.

Just say why he is so warm-hearted and willing to take her over to meet Master Qi.

It turned out to be malicious.

The three of them sat around the table, their faces friendly, but each had their own thoughts.

Tan Shu raised his dark eyes and said lazily: "Two letters can't say anything. How can we determine that Zhong Zibian is missing instead of not wanting to interact with you?"

This is too obvious.

Zhong Zibian no longer wants to be friends with you, he has broken up with you!

Not polite at all.

Jiang Wenyu looked at Tan Shu with admiration.

Ji Yanxing stood up and bowed, his face slightly stiff: "What the prince said is that maybe everything is just that I am too worried."

Tan Shu looked coldly: "If there's nothing else, just go out."

Ji Yanxing glanced at Jiang Wenyu, cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

After saying that, he turned around and closed the door and left.

Tan Shu glanced at Jiang Wenyu, who was staring at him intently: "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Wenyu said honestly: "Look at the Crown Prince."

Hearing this, Tan Shu raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect her to answer like this.

Jiang Wenyu met his gaze and asked slowly: "Does the Crown Prince really think that Master Zi Bian is not missing?"

Tan Shu poured out the cold tea in the cup, shrugged and asked, "What do you think?"

Jiang Wenyu frowned, thinking seriously for a little while, and pressed his hand on the letter: "This is what Master Zi Bian wrote, there is nothing wrong with it."

The implication is, senior brother, it’s not good, my master who is over fifty years old has been abducted!
"You can imitate my calligraphy and make it look real." Tan Shu raised his eyes and looked at her, "Why are you so sure that this calligraphy is not an imitation?"

　Tan Shu: What do you think?

　　Jiang Jiang: I don’t want what I feel, I want you to feel

　　
　
(End of this chapter)