Feng Lingzhao waved his hand: "They asked for it." ”

There was anger in her eyes, too. When they were sent yesterday, they had been warned not to come to the house to make trouble, but that night they came to set fires, making it clear that they were listening to her words. She happened to be running an errand nearby this morning, and when she looked up, she saw thick smoke billowing out, and she was immediately furious, and found these ruffians who were beaten half to death, and then sent them to the official errand.

Yan Saburo heard the clue: "They have confessed?"

Feng Lingzhao nodded.

Then the culprits are indeed these guys.

The man who came up with the idea cried, he just wanted to teach the owner of the lantern shop a small lesson, and he didn't plan to burn down a street. He didn't expect the fire to be unstoppable. ”

If there is nothing in this world, there is no shortage of fools.

The case came to light, the book was burned again, and Yan Saburo had no intention of staying longer. He stood up and said to Zhao Feng: "If you can continue, the rest of the lanterns will be left to you as usual." ”

Zhao Feng couldn't help but show gratitude. Originally, the lanterns of the wind and rain corridor of the Spring Hall were contracted by him, but this time the shop was burned, and the progress will inevitably lag behind, and it may not be possible to deliver all the goods before the Shangshi Festival. Yan Saburo also designated him to complete it, and he intended to help him get through the current difficulties-

In a way that is not charity.

This boy is really empathetic and meticulous.

Yan Saburo smiled at Feng Lingzhao again, carried the cat into the bookcase and walked to the door.

As soon as the little master left, Huang Da also had to leave. He took two steps out and remembered something, then turned back and stuffed a silver ingot into Zhao Feng's hand: "You live in the hotel first, and then think about finding a house when you go back." ”

"Brother Huang, I don't lack ......" Zhao Feng refused, but Huang Da couldn't help but throw the silver on the table, turned around and chased after Yan Sanlang.

Compared to Yan Saburo's approach, he is much simpler and more rude.

Zhao Feng had to smile bitterly, and picked up the silver from the table under Feng Lingzhao's gaze, but because he was too nervous, his knuckles stiffened, and he didn't grip the silver.

Gurg, it rolled under the table.

"......" Why didn't he get into the cracks in the ground?

Seeing that Zhao Fengxuan was not, not standing, the corners of Feng Lingzhao's mouth were slightly upturned, and a little smile appeared in his eyes.

Such a clumsy man, tsk.

She coughed lightly: "The shop is burning, what are your plans in the future?"

Zhao Feng didn't dare to look at her directly, and looked down at his toes: "Before the Shangsi Festival, find another shop to open a store." "This wave of pre-holiday craze, no matter what, must catch up, otherwise he will lose a lot.

Thinking of the burned shop, the feeling of heartache immediately overwhelmed the shyness and embarrassment.

Speaking of this, his heart moved, and he suddenly said, "Miss Nine, can you recognize Feng Liwan?"

"Of course I do. Feng Lingzhao's eyes flashed, "What, you have something to do with him?"

"No, it's not. Zhao Feng said in a low voice, "It's just that I happened to see his name recently, is he also a member of the Feng family?" He thought of the burned thick book for no reason, as well as the strange boy who came to the door to beg for chili peppers.

The man lived on Liantang East Street. Although Zhao Feng is a foreigner, he has been in Chunming City for more than half a month, at least he knows that those who can live in Liantang East Street are rich and noble.

Obviously, he still has to find a way to settle himself, but there are still a lot of troubles after the disaster, and he doesn't know why he is standing here and talking with Miss Jiu, and he has nothing to say.

Feng Lingzhao snorted: "It's my brother, come back to Chunming City today to pay homage to my ancestors." ”

"He lives on Liantang East Street, two doors?"

Feng Lingzhao sighed, with a look of surprise: "You know very well. What, you're interested in him?"

The word interest is too weird. Zhao Feng shook his hands continuously: "No, no, I just saw it some time ago, so I asked by the way." ”

"Oh?" Feng Lingzhao was even more interested, "He's not in the mansion but he's going to the banquet, where can you see him?" It's not that she looks down on the person in front of her, but Feng Liwan and Zhao Feng don't seem to be on the same track at all, how can there be an intersection?

"I was making a hot and sour chowder the other day, and he knocked on the door to buy some sea peppers. Zhao Feng didn't know why, even if he was worried about something, when he saw her bright eyes, he always confessed like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Feng Lingzhao frowned, and a look of displeasure flashed on his face: "Sneaked out again?"

Her voice was very low, almost muttering to herself, but Zhao Feng didn't hear clearly: "Ah, what?"

"Nothing. He's so busy that he shouldn't have time to bother you anymore. Feng Lingzhao looked at the sky, "Okay, I have to go to the poor master to record a confession and convict those ruffians." ”

"Trouble Miss Nine. After Zhao Feng said this, Feng Lingzhao was about to walk to the door, and he didn't turn his head when he heard the words, but just waved his hand.

Only then did he stoop down and pick up the silver from the ground, and remembered the most pressing question at the moment:

Find a place to settle down first, and then go find a shop.

......

Zhao Feng's shop burned to the ground, and with the characteristics of a thousand years old eyes and glass lamps, he couldn't find the shadow of the book. She was dissatisfied: "This kid won't lie?"

Yan Saburo directly found an inn, pulled everyone into the room, finished the whole process to Chitose, and then showed Chitose the pattern and style drawn by Zhao Feng.

""Mandarin Duck Spectrum"?" After Chitose heard the title of the book, he was stunned for a long time, "Are you sure he said "Mandarin Duck Spectrum"?"

"Well, sure. "He's got a good ear.

In the next second, Chitose pointed at Huang Da and laughed wildly.

"......?" What happened, Yan Saburo had never seen her lose her temper like this.

A few weasels were also confused.

Chitose laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, so he reluctantly stopped: "This thing is so funny!"

Yan Saburo's face was expressionless: "What's so funny?" Say the joke and let him get it too.

"If the title of the book Zhao Feng saw is really "Mandarin Duck Spectrum", if this thing is genuine......" The corners of Chitose's mouth still couldn't help but rise, "It also has a nickname, you must have heard it." ”

"Huh?"

Weasels, too, pricked up their ears.

"The Book of Marriage. ”

Huang He lost his voice and said, "No, no, how can this thing appear in the world?"

"So I said, if it's genuine. Chitose glanced at Yan Saburo, "But there is a high probability that it is true." "Otherwise, the wooden bell will not shine.

She looked at Huang Da with a smile: "Congratulations, you broke up your benefactor's marriage." ”

"Huh?" Huang Da was dumbfounded, and asked her cautiously, "Woman, hostess, what does this mean?"

"You tore off the album on the Mandarin Duck spectrum, that is to change the marriage of Zhao Feng directly. ”

Yan Saburo also figured it out, and said: "Zhao Feng only sees the name of the person in this book, that is, there is only one name on the left and right sides of each frame. He glanced at Chitose, "If this book is really a mandarin duck book, then there is probably a chance that the two people in the same frame will have a chance to achieve marriage?"

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