And this inn is obviously not cleared.

Jump out the window and look at the imposter.

This person dares to pretend to be Zhou Yan, it's really fatal!

Jun Zilin walked around the back wall, waited outside for a while, found an unguarded window, jumped up, and jumped in.

There was a rhythmic sound of "squeak" in my ears.

Jun Zilin was on the first floor, and she was very easy to enter, so she didn't expect to hear this kind of sound after entering, sometimes mixed with the low voice of a woman's moaning.

She stood for a moment, then walked casually past the sound and walked towards the door. I opened a crack in the door and peeked out, but there were no guards in the hallway.

Jun Zilin's heart sank slightly, and she was even more sure that person was really an impostor.

If it was the real Zhou Ember, he would not be single-handed, and it would be impossible for him to guard so loosely.

For a while, Jun Zilin was a little curious about what kind of person this impostor was, and what kind of guy was the official who mistook the impostor, could it be that his eyes were on the soles of his feet.

Reflexively closed the door, Jun Zilin immediately listened quietly in the corridor, and found a male voice coming from the penultimate room on the left side of the front.

The male voice was about forty years old, full of temperament, quite posturing and flattering.

The voice was a bit like that of an official.

I thought they would be on the second floor, but they were on the first floor.

Jun Zilin tiptoed towards the room, and finally stopped at the penultimate room, and then half-bowed her body and pricked up her ears to listen.

The door was hidden, and she could hear the conversation very clearly.

It's just that what makes Jun Zilin feel strange is that only the middle-aged man's voice spoke, but no one responded. But even then, it was as if two people were talking. Unless the other is just listening, or making eye gestures.

Doesn't this impostor dare to make a sound?

Jun Zilin half-squatted in place, listening with her ears pricked up for a long time, but as a result, there was still no sound of the impostor.

No, you have to think about who the imposter is and what the purpose is.

After thinking about it, Jun Zilin quietly stood up, because she had been squatting for a little longer, her calves were a little numb, and she had to endure it at the moment.

At this moment, suddenly the angry voice of the official master came, "Lord Wang, you are not feeling well, why do you need to rush these roads to come, inform the lower officials, you must find the medicine and send it to the imperial capital for you!" ”

Ren Taichu, the official man, talked about the security of Xibufang, the case, and the people's feelings. After going around for a long time, it was like playing Tai Chi.

Now that this sentence broke out coldly, Jun Zilin's body froze suddenly, and she didn't move.

"Looking for medicine?"

Jun Zilin asked secretly, what kind of medicine are you looking for? Medicine in Xibufang?

The impostor didn't speak, as if dumb.

Jun Zilin couldn't figure out for a while what kind of dumb riddle this impostor was playing.

After that, Ren Taichu promised that within three days, he would find the herb, so he got up and wanted to leave.

Jun Zilin turned around early and went back and hid in the guest room.

Through a finger-thick crack in the door, she saw Ren Taichu's body in official uniform pass by the door, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor and left.

Jun Zilin was silent in the house for a while, and when she heard no movement outside, she gently opened the door, and a rough male voice suddenly came from behind her, "Who are you......?"

The guest room was darkly lit.

Jun Zilin didn't expect the owner of the guest room behind him to appear, only to see a black figure moving here, taking a saber and coming, I thought it was a thief, who knew that this figure was actually a slender woman's body.

He spoke first, not raised his sword first.

But before he could say a second sentence, his body slammed to the ground.

Jun Zilin hurriedly closed the door gently, making sure that it was in a quiet corridor and no one was alarmed, so she turned around and opened the door again, looking towards the penultimate door.

Approaching softly.

I found that the door was still hidden, and the candle flame inside flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

- What kind of person is the imposter here? Could it be that he deceived because he wanted to get the herbs?

Whether the other party wants to pretend to be Zhou Yan's face or cover his face, or is it a different face at all.

Jun Zilin couldn't think it through, but today she had to go and take a peek.

Just as he was about to get up, the sound of a teacup slamming on the table was heard from inside the room. Footsteps followed towards the door.

The imposters are coming to close their doors!

Jun Zilin screamed in her heart, and immediately flew towards the corner in front of her to dodge.

When she hid, the footsteps disappeared.

Jun Zilin was secretly annoyed, making a big deal for herself, looking too highly at this impostor, and even more inexperienced herself. I knew that the chasing spirit would come to investigate!

She returned, cat's feet, little by little.

As she approached, a black shadow suddenly slid out of the crack in the half-open door.

Because it came quickly, Jun Zilin was almost caught off guard!

When she saw it clearly, it was a long wooden block the thickness of an arm, which happened to burst out of the crack in the door and smashed three centimeters in front of her toes.

Jun Zilin: "......" is dangerous, otherwise your toes will be smashed!

She stood there for a long time, until the footsteps sounded again!

Jun Zilin's heart was about to raise her throat, but fortunately, the footsteps gradually moved away from the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, but she was not in a hurry to escape.

She looked through the crack in the door, and there was no one in the room, only a lonely lamp.

Looking down at the long wood in front of her, Jun Zilin's heart twisted, no matter what, whether it is deep or shallow today, she has to give it a try!

At that moment, he didn't care about scruples, pushed the door open, and went inward.

Who knew that this door was actually dishonest, and when she pushed it open, there was a rough "crunch" sound. At the same moment, the people in the inner room were alarmed.

Jun Zilin happened to be standing in the hall, watching the people in the inner room coming out.

She was so anxious that she was sweating, and when she saw the round table not far away, she gritted her teeth and got in.

Under the table, the tablecloth covers his body.

But seeing a pair of royal blue silk men's boots suddenly appear in front of the table, Jun Zilin shrank under the table, and her heart tightened. The room was quiet for a while.

She heard the sound of the man pouring tea.

Then came the sound of "gurgling" swallowing a cup of tea.

Then the man stood at the table for a while, as if there was something on the table that he was worth studying.

But Jun Zilin remembered that when she was hiding under this table, she saw the bronze rosewood table, and everything else, only cups and pots. Unless this imposter is interested in the table.

What kind of person is this pervert? Could it be that you have found yourself hiding under the table?

Jun Zilin's heart was raised to her throat, and her little fists were clenched early, ready to wait for the final blow!

Unexpectedly, the man left the table and turned and walked to the door.

"Squeak" and close the door.

Jun Zilin looked out under the table and found that his feet were heels facing him, so he knew that this person was closing the door with his back to him, but there was also a possibility that although he had his back to himself, he could turn his head to look this way. That had to be the premise for him to find himself hiding under the table.

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