As the showers began to subside, people began to appear in the once lonely streets and alleys. As usual, the vendors slowly cleaned up their stalls, wiped away the water stains after the rain, and soon resumed their shopping.
"Sir, do you think you are a foreigner in what you are wearing?"
There is a plaque hanging on a simple stall saying "Guests Come to Fragrance", and a couplet written on the left and right: The white-faced scholar bathes in warm water, and the clear soup and various flavors warm the hearts of the guests.
When the stall owner saw a new customer, he warmly came forward to greet him. When he saw the man nodding, he said enthusiastically: "Sir, you have come to this stall at the right time. The best dumplings in Jimo City belong to my family."
Small stall, I dare to say that this stall is second, no one dares to say that it is first! Come on, I will clean it for you, sit here."
"No, make one of each flavor. Don't want it spicy. I'll take it with you. No need to look for it." He said and handed the food box and one tael of silver to the stall owner.
"Okay, wait a moment, would you like some chopped green onions?"
"Um."
After receiving the money, the stall owner happily lifted the lid of the pot, and steam started to rise instantly. He put the wrapped dumplings according to the amount into a big bamboo spoon, put them in the clear soup and boiled them. After a while, he took them out and put them in a bowl and poured the secret sauce on them.
Prepared dipping sauce, skillfully sprinkled with chopped green onions, and a bowl of fragrant and delicious dumplings came out of the oven.
The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing the willows, and the drops are scattered.
The man carried a food box and walked through the neighborhoods to a small alley. The shouting and laughter gradually disappeared behind his ears. When he arrived at a small house, he turned the lock and opened the door. He saw a little girl about five or six years old, listless.
Sit at the door.
"Little Xing, where is your grandma?"
"Aniang just went into the young master's house." Little Ah Xing said without interest, still sitting listlessly.
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"It smells so good~" When that person passed by her, little A-Xing had already sniffed it carefully and repeatedly. While sniffing, she followed him, climbed onto the stool and opened it gently, and the aroma from the food box filled her nostrils.
Come, the food reflected in her little eyes suddenly became bright and bright, but she didn't do anything. Instead, she obediently covered it up, turned around happily and looked inside.
dong dong
The man knocked on the door twice and walked in. The air was filled with a faint scent of medicine. He saw Xianying sitting by the bed, carefully holding the spoon and licking it with her lips, and then handed it to the bed.
On the mouth of a child about five or six years old.
"Young Master, are you awake?"
"Brother Luo, are you here?" The woman looked at the man and said with a gentle smile.
"Ayan, thank you very much!" Luo solemnly saluted Ayan with his right hand on his left chest.
"What are you talking about? Brother Luo is trying to break me. This is what I should do." Ayan put down the bowl in his hand and quickly stood up and picked up Luo.
"Ahem...ahem, who is this?" The baby on the bed choked a few times, looking at the man named Brother Luo with a haggard face and confused and unfamiliar eyes.
"Young Master...don't remember me? I am Luo Yan, your thirteenth." Luo Yan asked doubtfully.
"Luo..."
"Aniang~Aniang~, Uncle Luo bought dumplings. They are very delicious." Little Ah Xingpidianpidian excitedly ran into the house and hugged Ayan's legs.
Before he could say the word 'eldest brother', he was interrupted by his daughter. Ayan touched little Axing's little head and said softly with a smile in his eyes: "Little greedy cat, please wipe your dick quickly."
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"Hey," little Ah Xing narrowed her dark starry eyes and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
"Well, I bought the dumplings when I passed by Ruoliu Street. I remembered that the young master likes to eat dumplings, so I bought them." Luo Yan said.
"Little greedy cat, your Uncle Luo bought the dumplings for the young master. You have to accompany him and ask him if he will give it to you to eat." After Ayan said softly, he motioned to Luo Yan to 'take the opportunity to talk'.
"Okay, Mommy," said little A-Xing and hit the bed. "Young Master, can little A-Xing eat dumplings?"
The little boy who was called Young Master looked at the cute little Xing. The physical and mental discomfort he felt these days seemed to have diminished a lot. He opened his dark lips and said, "Little Xing likes it. You can eat as much as you want."
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"Okay~ I hope you get well soon, so that you can play with little A-Xing. Little A-Xing doesn't have any friends except grandma..."
"However, now that I have a young master, little Xing is very happy. Hey, young master, this is my favorite little puppet. It's called Huahua. Let me tell you, Huahua is not an ordinary puppet..."
Seeing how little A-Xing was sometimes happy and sometimes sighing, talking to herself in a spirited and energetic manner, the little boy listened carefully to her words without feeling any noise in his ears. Whenever she asked him, he would patiently answer a sentence or two.
"Ayan, why doesn't the young master remember me?" Luo Yan asked worriedly.
"Brother Luo, what is the young master's name? Does he have any family members? He doesn't even remember what happened last time in Yuzhou. It should be that he suffered a head injury that caused amnesia. It may be temporary amnesia or it may be...
A lifetime of amnesia.”
Luo Yan saw A Yan's frown and serious expression. His eyes darkened and he thought for a moment, "So that's it, amnesia...Hey, maybe this is also a good thing for him."
After all, that incident will cast a shadow on his life.
"Brother Luo, there is one more thing. I discovered that the young master has a hidden chronic poison in his body. I think this chronic poison must have been present in the young master since he was born. In other words, his mother was poisoned when she was pregnant with him.
, it is difficult for ordinary doctors and experienced doctors to discover that it is possible that the legendary Dark Feather Cult’s supreme poison is Hua Feiyu.”
"What? Hua Feiyu? Are you sure? Young Master, he used to be no different from those healthy children. He could walk and jump. How...how could it be... You and I both know how Yulin is, and he is still so young.
, who on earth would go to such great lengths to harm their mother and son!"
Luoyang couldn't imagine this. It was as if cold water had been poured down from his head on his body.
Hua Feiyu: Colorless and odorless. Once it is stained, it will swallow up people's spiritual consciousness and fall into illusory demonic dreams. They will doze off every day, causing people's essence and blood to gradually stagnate and wither. Legend has it that it came from one of the ten great ministers of the Dark Feather Sect.
A work of ruthless passion.
"Brother Luo, the reason why the young master has been unable to gather his soul to practice is that maybe Yulin knew about the existence of Hua Feiyu, so she sealed all the young master's meridians. In addition, the incident in Yuzhou has worn out most of the young master's spirit.
In addition, his serious injury has touched the hidden Hua Feiyu, which has begun to be stimulated. Over time, it will extend the blood and tendons to the heart. I am afraid that his life is in danger. My current Heavenly Healing Technique cannot save him at all. I can only temporarily
Control the speed of Hua Feiyu’s hair.”
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Luo Yan was silent for a while and thought of another person: "Ayan, do you still have contact with your master?"
"Brother Luo, you know that from the moment I left Qianqu Ghost Mountain, everything in Zongheng has nothing to do with me."
Ayan's eyes darkened with a sense of vicissitudes of life, but when she thought of 'little Axing', she did not regret the decision she had made.
Ayan bit her finger hard, closed her eyes and said, the blood droplets overflowing from her fingertips drew a rune in the air and instantly turned into a bird with flames all over its body. Its empty eyes blinked at her as if they were spiritual.
It flapped its wings constantly and made a cooing sound from its mouth.
"Is this? Guwu?" Luo Yan looked at the flying bird on Ayan's hand.
"Zongheng's cooing bird, go to Qiandu Ghost Mountain, it can guide you."
As he spoke, Ayan raised Luo Yan's hand and put the Cuckoo Bird's talisman on his palm: "If you want to enter Qianqu Ghost Mountain, you must step on the Seven Bitter Ponds. This Cuckoo Bird can persist until it guides the Seven Bitter Ponds at most.
direction. I can only help the young master get here."
Spring rains fall heavily, and the grass and trees outside Jimo City are deep.
"Ahem, Uncle Luo, where are we going?" the little boy said calmly as he lifted the curtain and looked at the scenery outside the curtain.
"Back to Young Master, we are going to Qianqu Ghost Mountain this time." Luo Yan's ears sounded very good, and he replied while waving the riding whip in his hand vigorously.
"Oh..." the little boy said, then silently looked at the scenery outside the gap in the car's curtain.
"Drive, drive..." Luo Yan waved the riding whip in his hand.
The spring rain continued to fall, and as the carriage headed north, it disturbed the pink wild apricot flowers on the roadside and slowly dropped a few petals to the mud, getting further and further away from Jimo City. This chapter has been completed!