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Chapter 5

As soon as the sun climbed up the city wall, Fu Wan walked south along the moat embankment.

It was still early, and Tianjie was deserted. She passed through the bleak East and West Market, turned around an alley, and finally stopped in front of an old courtyard.Looking up, I saw that the walls were mottled and peeling off. Dead ivy climbed over the eaves and hung down low. The dead branches fell all over the ground and no one cleaned them.

She sighed and knocked on the door.

The broken wooden door was unlocked, and it opened with a knock. She poked her head in: "That..."

Before the words fell, the sound of sharp blades piercing the sky was suddenly heard.

Fu Wan shrank his head abruptly, and there was a "duh" on the door panel behind him, but a dart was nailed deeply, and the tail vibrated.

She laughed twice: "Well, I'm not a bad person."

There was a pause inside, and a hesitant female voice came: "... Fu Wan?"

"That's right, it's me." Her eyes lit up, and she was about to open the door and go in immediately.

Unexpectedly, within two steps, a sword scabbard was held against her neck, and she looked up, only to see the woman in white holding the sword in her backhand, with a worried expression on her face.

Fu Wan raised her hands: "Good sister..."

"Don't call me elder sister," Bai Chan pursed her lips tightly, a little cherry color appeared on her face, "You, you..." Her sword-holding hand trembled, "You disciple!"

Fuwan's first reaction was to laugh, but in order to save his life, he tried his best to hold back.

Fu Wan said: "Okay, Miss Bai." She raised her finger, and limply climbed onto the other's rough scabbard, her eyes rolled slightly.

Bai Chan turned her face away.

"Want to kill me?" She slowly moved her finger forward along the scabbard like a water snake, and the swordsman withdrew the sword suddenly before the fingers of the two touched.

Fu Wan: "Since you want to kill me, why don't you draw your sword?"

Bai Chan snorted coldly, turned the scabbard and thrust it into the brick floor, the hard green brick immediately cracked many spider web-like lines.

She said: "I don't need a sword to deal with you."

Rao Fu Wan knew her martial arts were very strong, and seeing it with her own eyes, she couldn't help but be speechless.

Fu Wan softly begged for forgiveness: "Forget me wrong, Miss Bai, here, why don't I come to your door to make amends?"

Bai Chan: "How did you know where I live?"

Fu Wan smiled triumphantly: "Secret."

Bai Chan: "..." She held her sword across her chest, staring at her vigilantly, "Okay, since the words have been brought, please go back."

"Why, don't you invite me in for a sit down?" Fu Wan took out a lotus leaf bag from his sleeve, "I brought you some snacks from the palace."

She said firmly: "No need."

The purse exuded bursts of fragrance, mixed with the unique fresh fragrance of meat, and went straight into people's noses.

After half a stick of incense, the two sat opposite each other in the wooden house. On the table was a fresh glutinous rice chicken, two pairs of chopsticks, and a pot of cold tea.

Light rain began to fall outside the porch, tick-tock pecking at the soil, creating a breath of green grass that is rare in winter.

"Ah, it would be nice to have another glass of wine." Fu Wan sighed, "Wouldn't it be a pleasure in the world to listen to the rain on the porch and drink with friends."

Bai Chan glanced at her lightly, and said: "I never drink alcohol."

"You are really..." Fu Wan raised her eyebrows, but she didn't finish her sentence.Looking around, she felt that this white girl lived a very simple life. There was no pot or stove, and the house was bare. The bedroom was separated by green gauze curtains, and a thin layer of quilt was on the couch.

Don't drink, don't gamble, even eat food with restraint - live like an ascetic.

"I don't feel bitter." Bai Chan looked up at her, "Wealth and wealth in the world are just passing clouds."

Fu Wan was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he had unknowingly confided in his heart.

"I can't stand it," she snapped her fingers, "Hey, I want something delicious, fun, and beautiful, which one doesn't need money?"

Bai Chan frowned: "If you have silver, can you buy it?"

Fu Wan looked at her from the end of his eyes, Bai Chan was sitting upright, and her waistline became more and more flexible and beautiful.At this time, she was also looking back at her, the mole under her eyes set against the glistening water outside the window, like a clear tear.

Only silver...

Fu Wan smiled: "Maybe not."

"But I want to climb high, and it's not all for money," she hugged her knees, curled up in the hard and cold chair, and said for a long time, "I want to live."

Bai Chan looked at her.

Fu Wan buried her head between her legs and said sullenly, "Not only that, I want to live a happier life than others."

"But you just said—"

"Sitting like today, sitting and enjoying the rain with you is a pleasure," Fu Wan said, "But if I don't fight, don't fight, how many people will have a good life today?"

Bai Chan looked at the strings of raindrops under the eaves and listened quietly.

Fu Wan: "Your martial arts are so powerful and the world is so big, where can you go? But I can't."

"If you think about it, I actually..." Bai Chan suddenly stopped talking.

Fu Wan smiled: "You don't have to coax me with those nice things just to pity me. If you have the time to coax me, you might as well tell me to kiss me again."

Bai Chan: "..." She shouldn't have invited this guy in.

"Oh yes," Fu Wan patted his waist twice, and took out a few thin sticks, "here, this is for you."

"?"

"Firework stick, haven't you played it before?" Fu Wan jumped off the stool with a smile, "Wait."

She took out the fire folder from her sleeve, lightened it with a light flick, and moved to the inconspicuous pole.At first it was a puff of black smoke, and after a while, sparks burst out from the smoke.

Click, click.

There are more and more stars, like a meteor falling to the ground.

Bai Chan's phoenix eyes widened slightly, and the glimmer of light reflected her water-colored pupils, and they were all in Fu Wan's eyes.

"Like it?"

Bai Chan didn't answer, but held the firework stick and refused to let it go, until the sparks burned to the end and went out, and she was reluctant to throw it aside.

Fu Wan knew it well, smiled slightly and said: "Play slowly, I should go."

Bai Chan: "Well, wait—"

Fu Wan turned her head: "Huh?"

Bai Chan looked troubled, and finally took out a small bamboo whistle from her bosom and handed it to her.

"what is this?"

"……requite."

Fu Wan took it, held it up to the light, and saw an emerald green bamboo whistle about the size of a palm, with six holes and smooth edges with bamboo thorns.

"Well, no film?"

"This is not a flute," Bai Chan said helplessly, holding her hand to press the six holes, and then tapped the upper end, "Blow from here."

Fu Wan blew lightly: "Beep beep—" it was like the sound of missing teeth.She was a little annoyed, she stared and was about to speak, but Bai Chan smiled.

Fu Wan was a little dazed, this was the first time she saw Bai Chan's smile, those sharp phoenix eyes were slightly curved, and the evil spirit around her body was weakened, like the first spring flood from the thawing of the ice sheet.

Before she could react, Bai Chan lowered her head slightly and approached, her hair lightly brushed the side of Fu Wan's face, and then she took the bamboo whistle from her hand.

Fu Wan: "Hey, since you sent me off—"

Bai Chan lowered her eyes, her crow-feather eyelashes cast a shadow, and then gently closed her mouth.

Fu Wan's eyes darkened, and she lost her temper.

The whistle sounded lightly, and with the sound of rain on the corridor, Tingting swayed into the depths of the rain and fog.What she was playing was an unknown Jiangnan tune, which was sad and gentle, and besides the tune itself, it also added a touch of coolness.

Fu Wan looked at her quietly.

The sound of the rain seems to have disappeared, leaving only this whistle in the world.

At the end of the song, Bai Chan put down the bamboo whistle: "You practice first, next time I will write a score for you."

Fu Wan pushed forward: "But I want you to teach me."

Bai Chan: "..."

"Good sister—"

Bai Chan glanced at her lightly, Fu Wan reluctantly stopped, and took the bamboo whistle she handed over after wiping.

Fu Wan: "Then I'll go first, Miss Bai."

Bai Chan nodded and got up, as if to send her to the door.

The rain outside has not stopped yet, Bai Chan's own internal energy is so pure and strong, and after a small week, the rain barely touches his body and is evaporated dry.After taking two steps, she frowned slightly.She didn't need to open an umbrella, but... she turned her head to look at Fu Wan who was following her. This girl was half a head shorter than her, and with her slender figure, she looked even thinner.

Bai Chan said, "Wait a minute."

Fu Wan blinked, but saw the person in front of him hurried back to the corridor, took the bamboo hat that was hanging, walked to her side, and put it on her forehead.

"Hello!"

"Don't move," Bai Chan adjusted the knot left and right before letting go of her head, "Okay."

This bamboo hat is a bit big, and with the thin Fuwan, it looks like a funny big mushroom.

Fu Wan lifted the veil: "Were you laughing at me just now?"

Bai Chan looked away: "No, no."

"—Nonsense, I've clearly seen it all."

"Okay," Bai Chan bent down and readjusted her position, "It's better than being in the rain."

Fuwan wore this funny hat awkwardly and went out the door. When he crossed the threshold, the hat almost got stuck.Needless to say, the culprit must be laughing behind his back.She snorted softly and pressed the bamboo whistle hidden next to her body.

——It is not a loss to accept the gift from the other party.She consoled herself.

The rain fell, and the shoes made a clacking sound as they stepped through the puddle.At some point, there was another footstep behind him.

Fu Wan's eyes sank slightly, and he quickened his pace.

Turning a corner, she skilfully dodged behind a door, and soon, there was the sound of messy footsteps in the alley, passing by in a hurry, as if chasing all the way forward.

She breathed a sigh of relief and did not go out. Instead, she circled around the mansion and finally stopped in a half-collapsed ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is dedicated to an unknown city god, the prayer flags are dilapidated, and the futons are nowhere to be found.She clasped her palms together and bowed, said "Offended", and pulled out a bundle from under the incense stand.

There was only a pair of coarse clothes in the baggage.

Fu Wan quickly finished changing, thought for a while, took off the bamboo hat, wrapped it in a bag and hid it together, then slipped back to the street through the back door, and blended into the crowd of people running in the rain as if nothing had happened.

The back door of Taifu's mansion.

Fu Wan knocked on the door four times according to the agreed signal.

"What's the matter?"

"The old lady in the house specified the sesame oil, and I brought it for you."

"Okay, according to our agreement, didn't you distribute it to other families?"

"There were two people when I went out, it has been resolved."

The servant backed away, and after a while, the small door opened from the inside.

Fu Wan stepped into the door, threw the burden aside, and twisted her wet hair bun casually.When she swept her gaze, she saw the worried Taifu standing in the corner.He stepped forward and was about to speak when Fuwan interrupted: "There's no need for polite words, let's focus."

Tai Fu choked for a moment, and said: "Your Highness, the Prime Minister's Mansion sent someone here, and they are waiting for you in the back hall."

"Oh, it's time to come." She walked towards the courtyard familiarly, "What's more, you asked me to come, it's not just for this reason?"

Taifu Xiao: "Da Sima has made a lot of moves recently. He successively replaced the clan's children in the capital's defenses, and pulled out our nails along the way."

Fu Wan: "Yes."

Taifu chased after her: "There is one more thing——"

Fu Wan stopped, and glanced at him: "Say what you have to say." At this moment, she had taken off her disguise, and her aura was sharp and cold, which made Taifu Xiao feel a little cold behind her back.

He didn't dare to be negligent: "There are rumors that in addition to deploying defenses, Da Sima also paid a lot of money to hire a master of the rivers and lakes."

"Huh?" Fu Wan raised his eyebrows, "He is really ill and goes to the doctor indiscriminately, and he dares to invite people of all levels."

"It doesn't seem to be just like that," Tai Tuo shook his head, "It is said that this time he is indeed a master of masters. His martial arts are so high that he can even take the head of an enemy general among thousands of troops."

Fu Wan smiled: "If there is such a person, what kind of military power do we still have to fight for? Just ask this person to capture the enemy's leader." Let’s see what his background is.”

"If you confirm that you are a master, try to win him over to our side."

The Taifu bowed his head and said yes.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Fu Wan frowned, "Let's say it all at once."

"The subject has boldly sent someone to investigate. This person seems to have some connection with... Dingyuanhou's residence."

Fu Wan was in a daze, he hadn't heard this name for a long time, he only vaguely remembered the generations of loyal martyrs of the Dingyuan Marquis, who were imprisoned for being involved in rebellion, ransacked and beheaded, blood wasted in the capital overnight.

Taifu Xiao said again: "The whereabouts of the eldest daughter of the general of the Hou family is unknown, and there is no clear evidence yet, but..."

Fu Wan closed her eyes: "Go and investigate. Be sure to investigate and get to the bottom of it."

"Also, for the time being... don't tell Prime Minister Lin."

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