Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 112 Mr. Zhang

The wind was strong and the sky was dark.

The biting cold wind carried scattered snowflakes to the distant wilderness.

The little maid was wearing a thin jacket, her little face was flushed from the cold, she looked at Li Fugui pitifully: "We are going to Zhangxiang County too, can we go with everyone? This way we can have someone to take care of us on the way."

A Wu Niang, who had no choice but to come out because she was urinating, got out of the bullock cart wrapped in a fluffy sheepskin jacket, glanced at the black carriage, and muttered very rudely: "Is there a caretaker on the way? I don't know if it is." Who takes care of whom."

The little maid saw that Li Fugui looked like a leader, but she didn't expect Li Fugui to choke on A Wu Niang, and said quickly: "My son is in a hurry to go back to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, if you are willing to protect us, my son I would like to give five or fifty taels of Wenyin!"

A Wu Niang, who was about to get into the latrine tent, backed out immediately, her two drooping eyes full of wrinkles were shining brightly, "What? 50 taels?"

"Yes."

The little maid looked at her, and she became more confident, "My son is a native of Zhangxiang County, you can pay half of the money first, and pay the rest when you get to the place."

Li Fugui was a little conflicted, because the experience of encountering a masked killer on the road made him very wary of anyone who approached him proactively.

It's just that this black carriage stayed here earlier than them. Logically speaking, their team is the latecomer.

But here it is not up to him to decide, so he said immediately after hearing the words: "Well, I have to discuss it with our eldest... Miss."

The little maid's cheeks were flushed, she blinked her black eyes, and nodded pitifully.

Li Fugui turned back to look for Fang Yao, through the curtain of the car, his voice was not too loud: "Eldest...Miss, there are people..."

Since encountering the killer in broad daylight, Fang Yao now wears a mask almost all day and night except for eating, in order to detect abnormalities nearby early.

Naturally, she had heard the conversation outside, and replied: "Promise her, just keep a little distance."

Fang Yao's voice was a bit loud, and the little maid who was waiting not far outside heard it. She pursed her lips and thanked her. She didn't wait for any response, so she turned her head and left.

in the carriage.

Jiang Shi flicked the wick, and the flames became brighter, and she was a little worried: "Is it not good to travel with strangers?"

"Sister, even if I don't agree, they can still follow when the time comes. We have to let people walk." Fang Yao said with a smile, "So, why not agree, and earn some pocket money."

Jiang Shi was still worried: "What if they come after you like those masked men..."

Fang Yao lowered her voice: "Sister, don't panic, if they are really coming after me, then I can't just avoid it if I don't agree."

"what……"

Mrs. Jiang was speechless, and then heaved a long sigh, "Then you must tell Li Fugui and the others to pay attention."

Fang Yao nodded, and suddenly asked the people around her: "Sister, Dabao, do you smell any bad smell?"

Both Dabao and Xiaomei shook their heads.

Jiang Shi sniffed her nose vigorously, and then said in confusion: "There is no smell in this carriage, I can't smell it, I smoked it with wormwood several times before departure."

"Well, maybe it's outside, I'll go out and have a look."

Fang Yao put on a new long sheepskin jacket, took off her mask and put it in her bag, and put on a windproof cap.

The stench lingering vaguely at the tip of the nose was indeed a little weaker, but it could still be smelled.

Fang Yao lifted the curtain and jumped out.

As the bitter cold wind hit from behind, the peculiar smell became more and more obvious.

Fang Yao took two steps to the side, looking back from the gap between the two carriage workshops, a black carriage was parked at the upper air outlet three feet away.

The car curtains were closed, and wisps of white hot air came out from the gaps in the car curtains, and drifted to them with the wind.

"Who's there?"

Fan Chen's voice sounded behind her.

Fang Yao turned her head and fell silent.

She also thought that Fan Chen must not have expected the sudden drop in temperature, and was wearing flowing gowns and gowns every time, so this time he would definitely live in a mess.

Unexpectedly, the well-crafted fox velvet cloak on Fan Chen almost blinded her...

This cloak is estimated to cost at least a thousand taels of silver.

It really is a corrupt official!
She secretly despised her, and said casually: "I met on the road, and said that I was going back to Zhangxiang County to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, and wanted to go with us."

Fan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "It is true that Zhangxiang County will hold a river god sacrifice ceremony every five years in November, and it is said that a beautiful girl who is twenty-eight years old will be prepared as a wife for the river god. "

Fang Yao blinked, thinking she was listening to a primary school text, "The River God is getting married?"

Fan Chen nodded, raised his hand to stroke his chin, and thoughtfully said: "According to this tradition, the river god of the Zhangxiang River seems to have married sixteen wives."

"..."

Fang Yao couldn't believe it, she opened her mouth and was about to speak, when the strange smell at the tip of her nose suddenly became extremely strong.

She turned around quickly.

The curtain of the black carriage was lifted, and the maid from just now came out with something, walked to a farther place and fell down.

Fan Chen took out a handkerchief and tied it on his face, and walked over.

Fang Yao also followed quickly.

"Hey, you are..."

The little maid's eyes were glued to Fan Chen's body at once. Although he covered half of his face, his delicate eyebrows and eyes, as well as the aura of a nobleman, made her cheeks flush.

Fan Chen clasped his fists and said, "I'm also the one who went to Zhangxiang with the convoy there. I heard that your son is from Zhangxiang County, so I came here to say hello."

"Ah, my little... son, he..."

"It's windy outside, this young man, come in and have a seat."

The little maid hurriedly put down the clay pot in her hand and helped open the curtain.

Fang Yao's face changed, and there was an unspeakable smell lingering in the carriage.

Fan Chen seemed to be unconscious, lifted his robe and walked in with a bow.

It's all here, Fang Yao naturally wouldn't just stand outside, and glanced down at the residue in the clay pot, it turned out to be just a few fishbone, and then followed inside.

There is not much space in the car, only three-inch-wide benches on the left and right sides of the car, separated by a long row of small tables.

The lights were not lit inside, but a brazier was placed on the small table in the middle of the carriage, and the dim light of the charcoal fire inside illuminated the faces of the people in the carriage indistinctly.

To Fang Yao's surprise, she thought the car would smell extremely bad, but when she came in, the smell inside was much lighter, and there was still incense burning under the table, so she didn't feel uncomfortable smelling it.

It's just that when she entered, Fan Chen and the owner of the car sat on one side, she hesitated for a moment, and sat beside Fan Chen.

As soon as she sat down, Fan Chen turned his head and looked at her with a strange expression.

Fang Yao secretly rolled her eyes, if it wasn't because the other party was a man, she wouldn't sit with him.

The person on the opposite side covered his mouth all the time, automatically ignoring Fang Yao who was dressed as a local girl, looked at Fan Chen and said, "May I ask what your name is, sir?"

The deep, hoarse but very weird voice made Fang Yao and Fan Chen exchange glances at the same time, and then turned to look at the man opposite them.

Fan Chen said: "My surname is Mu, what is your name?"

"It turned out to be Mr. Mu, I, my surname is Zhang, Zhang from the Zhangxiang River, Ah Choo..."

Accompanied by Mr. Zhang's loud sneeze, a thick stench gushed out instantly.

(End of this chapter)