"Pack it up." The scholar in white ordered, and threw the sword to the man in black nearby.
A group of men in black immediately began to clean up quietly, handling the corpses and blood stains in the yard with great skill, and quickly added fire to a boiling iron pot.
Another man in black handed the scholar in white a wet handkerchief and a mercury hand mirror.
He wiped his hands carefully, tilted his delicate chin slightly in front of the mirror, touched the mole on the scarlet thin lip with his fingertips, and asked lightly: "Does this face look good?"
The man in black was stunned and said respectfully: "This human skin mask is extremely delicate and beautiful."
The scholar in white smiled, threw the mirror to him, then turned and walked towards the door.
Ming Lanruo looked at this deep and gloomy alley in Wuyi. Although it was only evening, for some reason, the sunlight seemed not to shine here, making it cold and unpopular.
The hustle and bustle of the streets is like two worlds, Yin and Yang.
Jing He sniffed his nose sharply, smelled the smell in the air, and frowned: "It seems to have a strange smell, a bit pungent."
Ming Lanruo paused at the door of the only building in the alley.
She raised her beautiful eyes to look at the sign hanging on the mottled door - Wuyi Workshop, but she said indifferently: "This is the smell of saltpeter making, probably the craftsmen are making fireworks."
Jinghe stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Excuse me, is there anyone?"
There was no sound from inside the door.
Jing He looked at Ming Lanruo, a little confused: "No one?"
Ming Lanruo smiled: "Since someone is making saltpeter, there shouldn't be no one. This thing cannot be left alone. It will catch fire if you are not careful."
Jinghe nodded and knocked on the door again.
This time, the door opened.
Ming Lanruo first saw a corner of a snow-white robe, then a pale and slender hand, and a cold and gentle face appeared behind the mottled door.
"Who are you looking for?"
Ming Lanruo looked at the other person and saw that he was a slim scholar wearing a plain white long cotton-padded jacket and a square scarf on his head.
His beautiful and slender eyes seemed to be covered with mist, his skin was extremely fine and white, he had a high nose and thin lips, and a red mole on the corner of his scarlet lips, giving him a strange and charming look.
This is supposed to be a figure that reminds people at a glance of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, oil-paper umbrellas, wet bluestones... characters in ink paintings.
But Ming Lanruo thought of those fox scholars who transformed into human forms and lived in gorgeous and dilapidated courtyards in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
It's interesting that there is such a person in Wu Yi Workshop...
Ming Lanruo was like the young lady in the book who mistakenly entered the secret realm. She stepped forward with a smile and blessed her: "Brother, we are here to see Mr. Unknown."
The scholar in white raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you looking for Mr. Nameless for?"
"I heard that the iron bird made by Mr. Nameless can fly, so I came here specifically to open my eyes." Ming Lanruo said with a smile.
The scholar in white looked her up and down and said lightly: "Master Wuming is not here, you can come again next time."
Saying that, he closed the door.
But Jinghe suddenly made a "bang" sound and reached out to hold the door, preventing him from closing it.
"What are you doing!" The scholar in white looked over coldly with his slender eyes, looking unhappy.
Ming Lanruo smiled: "At the spring garden party, the visitors are guests, and the Wu Yi Workshop is also open for business, so why would you close the door to thank guests, unless...you are not from the Wu Yi Workshop!"
As she said that, she glanced at Jinghe.
Jing He immediately kicked the door roughly and fiercely - "Bang!"
There was a loud noise and the door was kicked open immediately.
