A Fei bought the medicine for him early in the morning and boiled it in the yard for a while. The bitter smell floated through the window to the bedside, making Yu Qirong's nose feel much more unblocked.
When A Fei came to the bedside with the medicine, Yu Qirong lay straight, pretending to be unconscious in sleep.
This medicine smelled extremely bitter, what would happen if he drank it? Yu Qirong suspected that he would die immediately after drinking it, and it would not be just a simple cold.
Ah Fei held the medicine and looked at the person lying on the bed in a standard posture with his eyes tightly closed. Because of the fever, his lips, which were normally bright red, were now even more fiery red, but his face was not as white as before, and his cheeks looked like they were painted with rouge.
The more he pretended to be asleep, the more his tightly closed eyelashes trembled, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering restlessly, wanting to fly away.
Ah Fei sighed and put the bowl aside: "Master is so ill, it seems that he can't go to the market. I'd better go and send a message to Song Ruyi first."
Yu Qirong struggled to sit up and reached out to stop him: "No, I can still do it."
A bowl of medicine was brought to him.
Yu Qirong had no choice but to pinch his nose and swallow it in one gulp. Then he sat on the bed in a daze, seemingly thinking about some important issue.
If I remember correctly, Yu Qirong is the NPC of Lanxi Ghost School, so he should also be a ghost. Can ghosts have fever? Or is it the influence of this copy that caused him to catch a cold and have a fever?
Yu Qirong hoped that it was fake, but the splitting headache at this moment didn't seem fake.
That bowl of medicine tastes terribly bitter and is of no use at all.
Yu Qirong wrapped himself in a blanket and asked aggrievedly, "Why hasn't he gotten better yet?"
Ah Fei had just come back from cleaning the medicine bowl. He looked over with a cold and calm gaze, but his tone was very gentle and nonchalant: "Master just took the medicine a few minutes ago."
It better be useful, otherwise you will just suffer in vain.
Ah Fei came over, helped him lie down, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him. "Master, you can rest for a while. The fever today may be because you caught a cold last night and you overworked. There will be a market in the evening, so there is still time."
Yu Qirong looked at A Fei, whose face was exactly the same as Su Tang's. Coupled with his confused mind due to illness, he developed a degree of dependence and trust in A Fei that he himself did not realize.
Overthinking.
Yu Qirong still felt a headache when thinking about last night's thoughts. Although Ah Fei probably didn't know what he was thinking, he just thought that he had a headache because he had been doing questions all day yesterday.
When A Fei saw his absent-minded look, he knew what Yu Qirong was thinking about.
Ah Fei: "Master, you can put aside your worries for now. Ah Fei will take care of your worries for you."
Yu Qirong thought he was joking and said, "I'll take a nap first."
I have been in Yuling Town for three days, and I have only found some clues to the mission. It is just the tip of the iceberg, and I don't know what is behind it.
I went out for a walk on the first day, and spent the whole day doing questions on the second day.
I fell ill on the third day.
I can only say that this kind of low-level book, which takes a long time and does not involve much danger, is not suitable for me.
When people are sick, they often have a poor perception of the passage of time.
Yu Qirong had originally planned to sleep for a while and wake up before noon, but he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes again, it was already dark.
A Fei stood beside the table, holding a lit match in one hand and a candle on the table with the other. He turned around to look when he heard the rustling sound of the quilt and clothes.
They lived in a shabby wood-burning hut that didn't even have a light. If they wanted to do something at night, they could only rely on the dim light of a candle.
Yu Qirong rubbed his eyes and saw Ah Fei's face in the tiny light of the candle. "Why didn't you call me so late?"
Ah Fei lit the candle and extinguished the match in his hand. A small flame as big as a bean lit up in his dark eyes. "I called you, but the young master was sleeping so soundly that he didn't hear it."
Yu Qirong lifted the quilt and groped for his cloth shoes with his feet. Only after getting out of bed did he realize that he seemed to have recovered from his illness.
The disease came and went quickly. He didn't suffer much. He just had a good sleep and was cured.
Illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes away like a thread being pulled.
Yu Qirong felt that he had fully recovered, and he was full of strength. He curved his eyebrows and said, "A Fei, where did you get this bitter medicine? It works well. I'll be fine after a good sleep."
Ah Fei lit another candle, pursed his lips and replied: "It's nothing, just the medicine I got from the clinic outside, not worth mentioning."
Yu Qirong had no intention of investigating further. He was still thinking about his appointment with Song Ruyi in the evening and was anxious to go out to see the market.
Fortunately I woke up, otherwise I might have missed it.
He glanced at A Fei, and considering that he was not familiar with the surrounding environment, he felt that he should take him with him to avoid getting lost and unable to find a way back, which would cause any further problems.
So Yu Qirong took A Fei to the place where he had agreed to meet Song Ruyi, but he didn't find anyone there, so he had to stand there and wait.
There are a lot of people at the market in the evening, each holding a lantern. Adults and children come out to play, and when they pass by a stall, they can hear a lot of laughter.
Yu Qirong looked at the groups of people passing by and glanced at A Fei who was standing behind him.
I don’t know who looks like the adult and who looks like the child when A Fei and I stand together.
Ah Fei saw him suddenly turn his head and look at him, his eyebrows moved, "Master, do you want me to go see what's wrong with Song Ruyi?"
Yu Qirong closed his eyes and said two words: "No need."
Generally speaking, he was not very willing to wait for people. The time he spent waiting for Tang Xingfei at Lanxi High School was the greatest patience he had in his life. Even so, he became a little impatient later.
If the agreed time comes and the person hasn't shown up yet, there's no need to wait.
Yu Qirong held a lantern and called upon A Fei to join the crowd.
There were quite a lot of people, so Yu Qirong had to hold A Fei's sleeve to prevent the two of them from getting separated. At this time, the lamp was actually a burden. Yu Qirong got tired of it and put the lamp on the side of the road.
He reached out and grabbed A Fei's wrist. A Fei followed his movement and found Yu Qirong's position in the crowded crowd. It was impossible to tell what emotion was in his cold eyes.
Yu Qirong opened his mouth and said something to him, but Ah Fei couldn't hear clearly, so he asked, "What did the young master say?"
"I say..." Yu Qirong pulled the person to his side and pointed at the stall selling figurines on the street. "The person in it looks a lot like you."
Ah Fei's heart moved, "Master, do you want to buy it?"
Yu Qirong glanced at him inexplicably, "Why would I need a fake person when I have a real person like you?"
After saying this, he seemed to remember something and said, "If I marry the Leng family, will you still follow me?"
"Of course." Ah Fei swallowed his saliva, his eyes fixed on Yu Qirong's face, his expression firm, "Even if the young master drives me away, I will not leave the young master even a step."
Yu Qirong felt relieved. This way, when she left the copy, she could take A Fei with her. That was great.
Yu Qirong was not very concerned about what happened to Song Ruyi. Firstly, his identity was unknown. Even if he was a player, he was a player who did not pay protection fees. Yu Qirong had no obligation to protect him.
A Fei is different. A Fei is an NPC like him and can be taken with him.
Yu Qirong held A Fei's wrist and followed the crowd. Somehow, they were squeezed to a sparsely populated place with only a few people on the road.
But there are lights on the roadside, so it doesn't look that scary.
It was a bridge, with gurgling water underneath and the sound of frogs croaking mixed with the chirping of cicadas.
A white, round moon was reflected on the water surface, swaying in circles with the ripples of the waves, and the clear edge of the moon became unclear.
Yu Qirong picked up a stone, curled his lips, and broke the water surface, turning the reflection of the moon into a pile of shattered mirrors.
Seeing this moon, it’s hard not to think of the last one called Lunar Eclipse.
When thinking of the lunar eclipse, one can think of the Moon God, and Tang Xingfei who was recognized as the Moon God by Xu Zhai.
Few people walked on the bridge, but Yu Qirong was tired from walking, so he wiped the handrail of the bridge with his hand, and under A Fei's worried gaze, he easily jumped onto the handrail and sat down.
"Master, you'd better be careful." A Fei opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he couldn't help but spoke.
Yu Qirong didn't care at all. With his current physical strength when he was not sick, he could hold on to the handrail and turn a few times like a windmill without falling down.
He had other things on his mind.
"A Fei, if someone receives love letters from more than one person, what does that mean? Is he wavering between two people?" Yu Qirong asked.
Ah Fei stared at Yu Qirong, his tone strangely calm: "Who did the young master give the love letter to?"
"..." Yu Qirong couldn't say anything to anyone outside the copy, lest he be recognized as not Rong Qi, so he had to remain silent, pretending that he hadn't asked anything, and looked at the toad under the bridge, "I was wrong, I was asking on behalf of my friend."
Ah Fei: "Young Master doesn't have many friends."
Yu Qirong turned around and looked at Toad seriously: "...Forget it, I won't ask you anymore."
"After receiving a love letter from one person, he is going to accept another one. It means that this person is not a good person." Ah Fei curled his fingers and followed Yu Qirong's gaze.
The toad didn't look very good. Its body was the same earthy color as grass and mud. If it hadn't been lying on the green grass, it would have been hard to see.
Yu Qirong's knowledge of most creatures comes from biology books and some materials that can assist in learning. Even if this creature is not good-looking, it is novel to him.
If it's new, then it's worth a look or two.
Hearing what Ah Fei said, he felt that Ah Fei really understood him. "You are right. You dared to accept my friend's love letter, made my friend wait for so long, and then accepted someone else's. You are really not a good person."
"..." A Fei was silent for a long time, "Waited for a long time?"
Yu Qirong nodded.
Ah Fei: "Did you take someone else's?"
Yu Qirong nodded again.
Ah Fei paused, revealing a puzzled expression, and spoke after a while: "...Actually, if he waited for a long time, it at least means that the young master's friend likes that person very much, right? Maybe there is a misunderstanding."
Yu Qirong asked: "What's the misunderstanding?"
Ah Fei pursed his lips, his expression inexplicable, yet strangely serious: "Maybe, the love letters that person received were all from the young master's friends."
Yu Qirong shook his head, "Impossible, my friend is sure."
After saying this, he felt that he was doing something unnecessary. Ah Fei clearly didn't understand the matter at all, and it was of little use to tell him about it. It had no reference value.
The toad in the grass slowly crawled into the puddle, blended with the mud in the puddle, and jumped a few times. Not long after, its figure completely disappeared and Yu Qirong couldn't find it.
Yu Qirong had been gone for such a long time, and had been talking about strange topics with A Fei for a long time. He felt his throat was dry. He swallowed and turned to look at A Fei: "I'm thirsty. Go buy me some rock sugar and snow pear water. I saw they were selling it over there when I first came here."
He pointed in the direction he came from.
Ah Fei looked over there, and after confirming the exact location with him, he walked straight over there.
Yu Qirong shouted behind him: "I'll be waiting for you here, come back soon."
Alfie waved.
Yu Qirong stared at his back, his eyes blurred, and he felt that A Fei's back was surprisingly similar to Tang Xingfei, especially the scene that often appeared in his dreams.
He rubbed his eyes, rubbed away the fatigue, and looked over there again.
Still like.
Probably because of Yu Qirong's instructions, A Fei's pace was very fast. Before long, even his back could not be seen, and Yu Qirong sat on the edge of the bridge and watched other things.
The trees, the grass, and the fish swimming in the water.
Everything is new to me.
That's what he came out for.
He wanted to see things that he couldn't see in Lanxi High School. He couldn't be locked up in one place forever.
He supported himself with his hands on the cold stone surface, and felt that it was not very comfortable to keep twisting his body to see, so he turned around, facing the water under the bridge, with his feet dangling in the air, swinging back and forth unscrupulously.
When you get tired of watching, just close your eyes. The sound of water under the bridge is also pleasant, gurgling, and the sound of water flowing is like some nice accompaniment music.
The pleasant accompaniment was mixed with the noise of footsteps. Yu Qirong closed his eyes, tilted his head and frowned, then turned away before the person patted his shoulder.
It’s not A Fei, but he is also an acquaintance.
Xie Yi's face was filled with relief, tears welled up in his peach blossom eyes, and he opened his arms to hug Yu Qirong, "I finally found you, my ancestor, we finally didn't get lost."
Yu Qirong put his hand on his chest, asking Xie Yi to stay away from him, and pouted his lips in confusion: "Ancestor? I'm not."
"My ancestor is..." Xie Yi knew that Yu Qirong had misunderstood, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he had to give up and change the subject: "Next time, don't go in early by yourself. I'm too hard to find."
Yu Qirong didn't take his words to heart. Instead, he looked at his clothes with an expression of great interest on his face. He thought about the ancient Chinese knowledge and history he had learned before, "What kind of dress is this? Wearing a yellow robe... Are you going to be emperor?"
Xie Yi was wearing a black hat with the Bagua diagram painted on it. His outfit was even more exaggerated, as he wore a bright yellow robe with black horizontal bars on the front and hem. With the whisk in his arms, he looked quite funny.
"What do you mean by emperor?" Xie Yi let Yu Qirong play with the whisk on his arm without opening it. "My identity in this instance is a Taoist's apprentice. This is a Taoist's uniform."
"Wow." Yu Qirong praised without any fluctuations. He was completely attracted by the large brush. He asked nonchalantly, "You are a Taoist priest, so what can you do? Can you see anything abnormal?"
Xie Yi: "Don't mention it. My master is a complete charlatan. He has no real skills at all. He just cheats and deceives people. He just wears some complete equipment... Who are you?"
Yu Qirong had no intention of hiding anything from him, and repeated what the system prompted: "I am Rong Qi, the illegitimate son of the Rong family, and I will soon marry the Leng family of Yeyun Village."
Xie Yi stayed here for two days and of course found out everything about the Rong family. When he heard about "devil's eyes" and "red eyes", he almost guessed that it was Yu Qirong, but he just couldn't find where Yu Qirong lived.
His original imbalance completely disappeared.
Yu Qirong was even worse off than him. He was just a charlatan, while Yu Qirong was a young master in name only, but he did not receive any treatment that a young master should have, and he must have been starving and cold.
Yu Qirong saw that Xie Yi looked at him with a somewhat pitiful look, but he didn't want to ask him why. He just wanted to get some information and asked, "How is it going over there? Have you got any clues?"
When discussing business, Xie Yi became more excited: "Everyone's mission is the same, to survive for fourteen days, but time may not be repeating. Do you remember the person who passed the level by lying down for fourteen days?"
Yu Qirong nodded. To be able to lie in bed for fourteen days, he must be no ordinary person.
"He's unlucky. He's a paralyzed man." Xie Yi said with a gloating tone, "But according to him, the timeline he's in is winter. Because he was shivering from the cold, he couldn't even get himself a blanket."
But it's summer now.
"...So we don't need to look for any clues, just let things take their course?" Yu Qirong turned his head and looked at Xie Yi.
Xie Yi waved his whisk, propped up his chin with one hand, and thought: "That's the theory, but I can't be sure. It's best to keep an eye on it. Today is the third day of the seventh lunar month. We have a saying that on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open. Who knows, something might happen."
Yu Qirong is not afraid of ghosts. He looked at Xie Yi for a few times, "...If you are afraid, you can give me some points and I can protect you."
"..." Xie Yi didn't know that a large part of Yu Qirong's accumulated points came from this kind of protection fee, but as someone who had been cheated out of a large amount of invitation fees, he had a deep understanding of Yu Qirong's obsession with points.
He had a hunch that Yu Qirong would ask for a lot, so he quickly waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it at all.
Yu Qirong glanced at him disappointedly, "Really not necessary?"
Thank you for confirming: "No need."
"Okay." Yu Qirong had no choice but to give up, and added unwillingly: "If you change your mind, I welcome you anytime."
Now he is very proficient in this business, and even knows to include personal income tax when people write IOUs.
But he never forces anyone and always waits for the right moment before offering a lifeline.
"Oh, there's one more thing. There may be people from other guilds in this dungeon. We, Chen Xing, didn't hide our tracks when we were collecting the data in this dungeon. They may come here on purpose to sabotage us... But don't worry, they won't know your identity. They will only know that we, Chen Xing, are going to enter this dungeon." Xie Yi added, as if he remembered something.
Yu Qirong thought of Song Ruyi, who had agreed to go to the market together but disappeared, and the eldest daughter of the Leng family who had just returned. These people were all suspects.
But it is actually very easy to solve. If there is really no other way, just pretend to be an NPC. After all, he is an NPC.
So he nodded to indicate that he understood.
Xie Yi: "Also, Tang Xingfei might take action. Although generally speaking, he only uses this method in high-level copies, low-level copies are not 100% safe..."
Speaking of Tang Xingfei, Xie Yi's face showed the same hatred as if they were carved in the same mold as Chen Xing. Above those beautiful peach blossom eyes, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed together.
Yu Qirong's eyelids twitched, and she suddenly remembered Tang Xingfei's inexplicable "soon" when they were at the amusement park.
If he really comes, that would be great, as he can openly stand on Chen Xing's side and vent his anger about himself and others and being "betrayed".
Yu Qirong was already ready to go, but then he saw A Fei standing behind Xie Yi holding a bamboo tube.
When did it come? He didn't even notice it.
Xie Yi didn't even notice it. He was still trying to convey the message that "Tang Xingfei is very dangerous" to Yu Qirong. "If you see him, don't fight him head-on. He seems to have a strange way of attacking that can kill people without a complete body..."
"Master, this is the rock sugar and snow pear water you asked for." Ah Fei picked up the bamboo tube hanging by a thin rope in his hand.
It was not known whether it was intentional or not, but Ah Fei was not very careful in his movements. Not only did his arm rub against Xie Yi's arm, but he also caused the bamboo tube to shake violently in the air, leaving some water stains on Xie Yi's bright yellow Taoist robe.
Xie Yi said "eh" and moved away from Yu Qirong and A Fei.
Ah Fei seemed to have just noticed that there was someone here. He glanced at him quickly, then looked back at Yu Qirong: "Master, who is this?"
Yu Qirong took the bamboo tube from A Fei's hand, took small sips of it, and looked satisfied.
The rock sugar and snow pear water was not very sweet, but just the right amount, with more of a sweet water taste, and some pear flesh that had been carefully cut into small pieces.
Xie Yi looked at Yu Qirong, then at A Fei, and inexplicably felt that this young man looked very familiar. But when he thought carefully, he couldn't find anyone who looked like him. He could only attribute it to his familiar temperament.
Yu Qirong drank a few sips of sugar water, and felt his throat was better, so he said perfunctorily: "I don't know him, he said he wanted to tell my fortune."
Xie Yi looked at Yu Qirong in shock. He didn't expect him to be so ruthless.
"Fortune-telling is mostly done by charlatans." Ah Fei nodded, and his eyes were mixed with coldness when he looked at Xie Yi. Not only was he unfamiliar, but there was also a bit of hostility.
Xie Yi felt so sad that she wanted to cry, and all she could think about was “Then I should leave?”
"You are quite capable." Yu Qirong stopped there. He couldn't let Xie Yi get lost with him again, so he started to excuse him: "I heard that I was getting married, so I wanted to be a Taoist priest to match my horoscope."
I don’t know how to thank this feature: “…”
Yu Qirong lowered his head and sipped tea, his wine-red eyes glanced at him lightly, the meaning was very clear, if you don't know how to do it, then learn it.
"...Yes," Xie Yi, who was forced to do something, forced a smile and said, "I am...very good at fortune-telling for people."
He emphasized the words "very good at" and squeezed them out from between his teeth to enhance his credibility.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Xie Yi felt that after he said this, the servant's eyes seemed to become even colder.
But that look only lasted for a moment, and it was a bit difficult for him to make such a deep analysis.
A Feifu looked at Yu Qirong and helped him straighten his not-so-smooth collar. He said calmly, "The young master seems to be looking forward to this marriage."
Yu Qirong didn't hear anything. She just held the bamboo tube filled with rock sugar and snow pear water and took a sip from time to time.
“It’s not really an expectation,” he said.
It becomes difficult to walk when the night gets dark.
Yu Qirong glanced at the moon in the sky and thought it was almost time to go back, so he drank all the rock sugar and snow pear water and handed the empty tube to A Fei.
Yu Qirong turned over and got down from the stone surface. "I've rested enough. I still have to discuss the marriage with the Leng family tomorrow, so it's better to go back early."
He came down and clapped his hands, then seemed to remember something and turned to look at Xie Yi who was wearing a Taoist robe, "You..."
With a look of gratitude and expectation in his eyes, he continued, "You should learn more from your master, so that when the time comes, you won't get any bad luck when you are asked to match your horoscopes. Then, the Rong family and the Leng family will not let you go."
Thanks: "...Okay, how do we get in touch?"
Yu Qirong's eyes clearly showed "Why are you so nosy?". He glanced at A Fei, and A Fei understood and told Xie Yi the location of the woodshed. His tone was flat, and it was obvious that neither of them wanted Xie Yi to go over there.
Yu Qirong walked back under the guidance of A Fei.
The gains tonight were actually not small. At least I found gratitude and knew that he was not dead. Yu Qirong would not face the unfortunate event of losing the property when he returned.
On the way back, the market was almost over and the crowds had almost dispersed, leaving only a few people in twos and threes and some vendors clearing their stalls.
Yu Qirong could still find the lamp he had placed on the roadside.
There were many people when they came, and no one paid much attention to who was around them. But when they came back, there was some free time, and when they saw Yu Qirong's eyes, they all retreated away, as if they were afraid to avoid her.
Yu Qirong held the lamp calmly. Under the dim light, his handsome face looked a little hazy, as if covered by a thin layer of lamp paper. Only his scarlet eyes, which made him look different from ordinary people, were particularly clear to see.
The color red easily makes people think of many bad associations, such as bloodthirstiness and evil.
That's why it is called "the devil's eye".
But when paired with Yu Qirong's face, people feel that it should not be a demon, but a succubus or something like that. In short, it has a weird feeling.
Apart from fear, there was no malice or danger in the eyes of these people, so Yu Qirong pretended not to see it. He was following in front of A Fei and did not see A Fei's expression.
A Fei's eyes were completely different from Yu Qirong's indifference. His facial features looked fierce, like the handsome Yama from hell. His eyes didn't need to be fierce, but just the coldness made him look more like an evil ghost from hell.
Half of the people were attracted by the red pupils, and the other half by A Fei’s expression.
Yama and the evil spirits came out to patrol the streets, and bystanders kept away from them.
Yu Qirong was walking with A Fei, but suddenly he heard someone calling him from behind: "Mr. Rong!"
This special name is probably only Song Ruyi. He turned around and saw Song Ruyi who missed the appointment one night.
Song Ruyi seemed to have run over here. He was breathing heavily and said, "I was obsessed with calligraphy and painting again tonight, so I was delayed... I must have kept Mr. Rong waiting for a long time, right?"
Yu Qirong shook his head and said, "No, if you don't come after the time limit, I will leave."
After hearing this, Song Ruyi looked a little embarrassed. After calming down his breathing, he said, "Anyway, I feel a little guilty for standing up Mr. Rong. How about I take Mr. Rong home?"
He stood him up.
Yu Qirong blinked. He didn't have any pigeons. It was probably another idiom he was not familiar with, not a very important one.
Before Yu Qirong could reply, Ah Fei spoke first: "Mr. Song, my young master just got sick today, so he shouldn't catch a cold again. The dew is heavy at night, so let's talk at another time."
Song Ruyi glanced at Yu Qirong with a strange look in his eyes, and asked anxiously, "Mr. Rong, are you sick? Is it serious? Many people in the town have caught a cold in the past few days. Mr. Rong, please take care of yourself."
"It's not serious." Yu Qirong didn't take Song Ruyi's anxiety seriously. He always felt that there was something about Song Ruyi that he disliked.
When we first met, I was influenced by Feng Qiuhuang and didn't notice it much. But now I feel it vividly. Song Ruyi doesn't seem like a real person. He is full of exaggeration and hypocrisy inside and out.
Yu Qirong yawned and looked at Song Ruyi sleepily. He no longer wanted to talk to him any more. "I'm sleepy. Let's do it another day."
Song Ruyi was stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief in his eyes as if he had been rejected. He took a half step back and did not argue any further: "...Okay, if that's the case, then Mr. Rong, we'll meet again if we're destined to."
He took off his gentleman's hat and bowed as he had done the first time as a farewell.
Yu Qirong waved his hand casually, without caring about Song Ruyi's reaction, and turned around to urge A Fei to go back quickly.
In fact, it has basically been confirmed.
Song Ruyi is also a player, and a player with strong performance characteristics. He loves to play, but he is not good at it, and it is easy for people to see through it at a glance.
Thank you for your repeated warnings. The relationships within guilds are complicated and it is best not to have any contact with people from other guilds.
Yu Qirong held the lamp listlessly, her lips slightly pursed, looking somewhat unhappy.
Since I joined the Shenxing Guild, it seems like there are more things to do. It feels like I'm working for someone else, but living with someone else does seem to be...
He sighed softly. Although he had never been to the real world, he probably understood the pain of being a corporate slave.
When he reached the door of his house, Yu Qirong remembered that the clothes he should have ordered in the evening had arrived. There were a lot of things to do that day, but he slept during the day and still wanted to sleep at night.
It feels a bit like being in Lanxi High School.
He looked around at the surrounding environment and confirmed that there was no strange black fog, so he thought it was the body's compensation mechanism due to excessive brain use.
Then there won’t be so many things to worry about if you don’t use your brain.
Seeing Yu Qirong looking around, A Fei asked him what was the matter.
Yu Qirong said casually: "The clothes we ordered will be delivered tonight. It's already late."
The woodshed where they lived was a little remote, but fortunately there were not many people around and it was quiet. There were no sounds of neighbors quarreling, only the quiet sounds of the summer night.
There is a wooden door in front of the yard, with two couplets pasted on it that have faded due to the rain. I don't know who tore half of it off, and it is in tatters.
If you wrinkle your nose and smell it, you will smell a smell of ink, which is not a pleasant smell anyway.
Ah Fei took out the key to the wooden door, opened the key hanging on it, then turned the handle on the wooden door, opened the door backwards, pushed the door open, and glanced at the ground: "It hasn't been delivered yet, Master, take a rest first, I'll go ask."
"Okay." Yu Qirong stepped over the threshold, his legs so tired that he could not move. When he passed by the big tree in the yard, he was tripped by its roots and almost fell.
Fortunately, Ah Fei was quick to help him. His movements were very smooth, he didn't do anything he shouldn't do, and he didn't let Yu Qirong notice anything wrong or uncomfortable.
Yu Qirong looked at his face and couldn't help thinking of Su Tang. It was the same situation at that time, but Su Tang touched his waist lightly.
Different. The face is the same, but it's different.
Yu Qirong secretly gave A Fei a high score in his heart, walked into the room, took off his shoes and lay on the bed on his side.
A Fei took the candle out of the lantern and placed it on the candlestick, and the whole room became temporarily bright again. The light was not strong, just enough to see things.
But it doesn’t matter. Yu Qirong doesn’t plan to stay up late doing anything else.
He rolled over on the bed and heard Ah Fei speak slowly, as if he had been thinking for a while before he could no longer hold back and said, "Master, I think you should consider your friend's problem carefully."
"Ah? Oh." Yu Qirong was lying on the bed. He opened his eyes and thought for a long time before he remembered which "friend problem" A Fei was talking about.
...It's amazing that he still remembered that Yu Qirong had already thrown this question into the water under the bridge.
Ah Fei ignored Yu Qirong's attitude and analyzed on his own: "Young Master, why don't you ask your friend to ask that person in person how many people he received love letters from? This will be safer."
"Okay, tell him next time you see me." Yu Qirong closed his eyes and mumbled back to him.
A Fei stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at Yu Qirong who had her eyes closed. His cold eyes inexplicably took on a hint of heat, as if they had been roasted by candlelight and were able to emit fiery stars.
After a while, he sighed imperceptibly, blew out the light, walked out of the room quietly and closed the door.
Yu Qirong lay flat on the bed, his breathing becoming calmer.
Yu Qirong stretched and woke up from his sleep. After a good sleep, the mental state will be different, full of energy and vitality.
He quickly finished washing up, but didn't see A Fei. He guessed that he might have gone to buy breakfast, so he sat at the table and waited quietly.
Not long after, he heard the sound of a wooden door opening outside, followed by familiar footsteps approaching. He turned around and saw that it was A Fei.
What I brought him today was not buns, but tofu pudding and fried dough sticks.
A Fei was holding a piece of clothing in his other hand. Yu Qirong guessed that it was made by the owner of the tailor shop.
Sure enough, A Fei put the tofu pudding and fried dough sticks on the table, then picked up the clothes and walked to the bed. He unfolded them, and Yu Qirong saw a very familiar style of shirt and suit.
The tofu pudding soup on the table is clear, with large chunks of white tofu pudding floating on the surface, and sprinkled with some red and green side dishes that look appetizing.
Yu Qirong scooped a spoonful of tofu pudding with a spoon, put it under his mouth and blew on it, and hot steam rose.
He had no doubt that these dishes were delicious. They were carefully selected by A Fei, so they would not taste bad.
While he was eating, he watched out of the corner of his eye as A Fei sorted out his new clothes.
"Didn't they say it was delivered last night?" Yu Qirong asked.
Ah Fei paused, "Something happened and the tailor shop was delayed."
Yu Qirong didn't really care. As long as he could make it in time to attend the marriage with the Leng family, there was no difference between delivering it last night and picking it up this morning.
But he still asked, "What's the matter?"
Ah Fei pursed his lips before speaking: "The owner of the tailor shop passed away."
Yu Qirong was stunned, and the large piece of tofu pudding in the spoon fell back into the bowl, causing quite a splash. He reacted quickly and avoided getting his clothes splashed.
But some soup spilled on the table. A Fei put down the clothes in his hands, turned around and wiped the table with a rag.
Yu Qirong held his hand to stop his movements, his wine-red eyes showing calmness: "Why?"
Ah Fei frowned and opened his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "It was a sudden death. The specific cause is still under investigation. When I went there this morning, the government just sent someone to investigate... As someone who had contact with him not long ago, the young master may also be investigated."
Yu Qirong is not afraid of this and will investigate if necessary.
What he doesn't like is when innocent NPCs lose their lives because of the plot, which inevitably makes him empathize.
And this instance is different from the lunar eclipse, it seems not so closed,
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