Fifty-one
Two days later.
"Yunqi, Yunqi, call, call!" The drunkard lay at the gate of Yunshuju and spoke in a low voice to Yunqi who had just entered.
Yun Qi turned around and saw his dog lurking there. He glanced around suspiciously for a few times, but when he didn't see anything unusual, he said, "If you have something to say, come in and tell me. You're such an adult, why are you still calling me?"
"Oh, that's inconvenient."
"What's the inconvenience?"
"Of course..."
No! This sound...
The drunkard turned his head suddenly.
Apart from answering him, Ling Junyan passed him by as if no one was there.
She walked to Yunqi's side before turning around and looking at him.
The drunkard stared at him speechlessly.
"Mr. Wine..."
"Okay! Stop talking, I'm free!"
I'm also impressed. I saw him following me halfway, but why didn't he think of looking back?
The only time Ling Junyan did not doubt his intentions, he began to doubt his brain and eyes. He went out with Yun Qi, but bought something on the way. He was paying when he turned around and saw this man following Yun Qi stealthily.
Moreover, the distance between him and Yunqi was only ten meters at that time, so it was no exaggeration to say that the drunkard's actions were aboveboard.
Yunshu lives in a certain house.
The drunkard stole a glance at Ling Junyan.
Yun Qi saw it and said, "Just say whatever you want to say. It's okay."
The drunkard coughed twice when he heard this. He was not used to saying this in front of someone who had not yet recovered his memory and did not know his own identity.
"Um... I talked to that miracle doctor, he is indeed the one... um."
"Oh~" Yun Qi could understand, but didn't force him to say it out loud.
"Then what?"
Seeing that he had avoided the key words so easily, Ling Junyan did not ask any questions, and the drunkard suddenly seemed much more relaxed.
"Then comes the key!" The drunkard continued, half-heartedly, "It's different from what we guessed before. He actually said that he's not Ping'an's, but Beitang Fenghe's!"
"What?" Yun Qi was a little surprised.
Ling Junyan, who had originally looked as if it had nothing to do with him, suddenly clenched the teacup tightly in his hand, as if it would be crushed in the next second.
Yun Qi questioned, "That's impossible. Judging from his reaction that day, he shouldn't be able to go back, but Beitang Fenghe is still here. It doesn't make sense."
Drunkard: "He told me that he has been here for ten years, but Beitang Fenghe hasn't gotten better, so he's become disheartened and wants to just give up and live a life of luxury here."
Yun Qi: "Didn't he ask for help?"
At this point, the drunkard perked up again. "I was also surprised when he mentioned this. He actually said he asked for help, but no one responded. I thought, how could this be possible? We are all professionals, how could such a mistake happen? But after several inquiries, I think this... is probably true."
There was a hint of disappointment in the drunkard's words.
Yunqi felt complicated.
So they are fighting against the same world and the same rescued people as them? This is ridiculous no matter how you think about it.
Yun Qi looked at Ling Junyan and was about to say something when Ling Junyan suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Did he tell me what the altar was about?"
Although the drunkard knew that he was also the target of their guidance, his status as the emperor here made him organize his words carefully.
"He said that the altar was indeed used to pray for the King of Yue, and Beitang Fenghe put in quite a bit of effort. Although the platform was built in the past few days, it was actually prepared a long time ago, just for the King of Yue to see."
Seeing that they were both silent, the drunkard added, "Then he said he regretted it. This place couldn't compare to that place, and he still wanted to go back. He wanted me to help him remind Beitang Fenghe. That's pretty much what we talked about... Oh, by the way! I also asked about Ping An's situation, and he said he didn't know. Maybe he had already been bound to the others and returned together. I'm really at a loss."
The drunkard sighed, "It's a pity, but some accidents are unavoidable."
Yun Qi interrupted his thoughts and tried not to think about Aunt Zhao. He said to the drunkard, "Okay, I understand the general situation. You can go ahead and do your work."
"Okay," the drunkard responded crisply. He took a few steps but then stopped again. After a few seconds of hesitation, he turned back and asked, "Can I... help him?"
Yun Qi and Ling Junyan looked at him in unison.
The drunkard froze and said, "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I'm leaving."
"Wait a moment."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Yun Qi asked, "You didn't mention the Imperial Master to him, did you?"
"No, who am I? I won't say anything extra."
"OK."
After the drunkard left, Yun Qi looked at Ling Junyan and asked, "Do you think the miracle doctor's words are credible?"
"Let's put this aside for now. There's something I haven't had time to ask you."
"you say."
Ling Junyan hesitated for a moment and said, "After you return, will you still remember your experiences in this world?"
Yun Qi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Of course... Of course I will remember, otherwise why would I say I would take you to meet relatives and friends."
In fact, he didn't tell the truth. He didn't want Ling Junyan to think too much, nor did he want him to feel nostalgic.
Ling Junyan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He said, "Since that genius doctor knows Mr. Jiu's identity, don't let him show up for the next few days. Find an opportunity to send him back. The Imperial Master will continue to stay secretly to help us."
Yun Qi didn't expect to get away with it so easily. He breathed a sigh of relief and followed Ling Junyan's train of thought, "You mean, he can't be trusted?"
Ling Junyan said, "According to his account, he's been here for ten years. We have no idea what happened during that time, but the amount of time he's been here is enough to change a person. Furthermore, he already had memories when he arrived, making him more susceptible to influence. Also, I'm not sure what you meant by 'asking for help,' but basically, no one came to help him, so it's difficult for him to maintain his original state of mind. We have to be on guard."
"You're right." Yun Qi had initially warned the drunkard not to mention the Imperial Master to the genius doctor because he had this concern. "It's just that I'm worried that the drunkard won't be able to bear it."
…
On the streets of Yuewang City, a drunkard walked towards his beloved restaurant with his hands behind his back, the wine gourd on his waist hitting his thighs again and again. He was obviously going there to have fun, but he kept frowning, looking like he had a lot on his mind.
As a result, he bumped into someone the next second.
"Oh my..."
"Sorry, old man."
After saying this, the drunkard's first impression of this person was: Wow, quite polite.
So he looked up.
“…………!!!”
The drunk man pointed at him and immediately started talking incoherently: "Beibeibeibei..."
Beitang Fenghe raised his eyebrows, "Old man, you..."
The drunkard immediately changed the subject, "Beishan! My home is in Beishan."
Beitang Fenghe: "...Oh, your home is in Beishan, right?"
The drunkard nodded quickly, "Yes! No need for you to send me off! I can go back by myself."
Huh, he almost forgot. He saw the other person's appearance from a distance at that time, but Beitang Fenghe didn't know him yet. Wouldn't it be a revelation if he said it out loud?
Beitang Fenghe smiled slightly, "Okay."
After saying that, he ignored the drunkard and walked straight to the ironware stall next to him.
The drunkard followed him and saw that he really seemed to want to buy something, so he was about to slip away.
Beitang Fenghe said, "Boss, do you sell anything called 'steel'?"
The drunkard stopped in his tracks instantly.
The boss said, "Steel? What is this? No, I've never heard of it."
Beitang Fenghe: "Okay."
Beitang Fenghe turned around and found that the drunkard had already arrived in front of him without him noticing.
He paused, then said with a smile, "Old man, aren't you going back to Beishan?"
The drunkard also changed his attitude, "Don't worry, don't worry. Meeting is fate. Why don't we go for a drink? It's your treat."
Beitang Fenghe: "...Hmm?"
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