Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 113 Women disguised as men
"vomit~"

The person next to him suddenly retched.

Fang Yao only felt that something was pulled out from under her buttocks. She turned her head and looked at Fan Chen. The latter's right palm was covering the face scarf, and his brows and eyes were tightly frowned.

Looking down again, it turned out that he was holding down Fan Chen's fox velvet cape.

However, what was pulled out just now is...

Fang Yao stared at Fan Chen's right hand, her face under the windshield became stiff, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Young Master Zhang on the opposite side coughed again after sneezing, as if he was in extremely poor health.

Fang Yao turned her face back, Master Zhang had already covered her mouth and nose with her wide sleeve, coughed for a long time before saying in a trembling voice: "Yes, I'm sorry, I have sores in my mouth these days, there is a strange smell..."

Fan Chen frowned, but still nodded, and said with a stiff face: "It's okay, I heard that Mr. Zhang is going back to participate in the river god sacrifice ceremony this time?"

"Yes, only the God of the River can protect the people of Zhangxiang City. If the God of the River gets angry, it will flood Zhangxiang City..."

Fang Yao had heard countless versions of similar rumors, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "Is it true that the River God will marry a wife every five years?"

Mr. Zhang seemed to have just realized that there was a third person sitting in the car. He looked at Fang Yao in surprise, and said after a while: "Well, the God of the River likes young and beautiful women. After five years, women who are twenty-eight years old will age. , naturally need to marry another wife.”

"..."

Fang Yao just thought it was too ridiculous.

Fan Chen frowned and said, "Are those chosen women really willing to marry the River God?"

Mr. Zhang seemed to react a lot to these words, he suddenly raised his voice, and said a little excitedly: "Why don't you want to, being able to marry the God of the River is because you have accumulated blessings in your previous life, you people don't understand at all..."

Fang Yao and Fan Chen fell silent at the same time, the atmosphere in the carriage was a bit awkward, after a while, Mr. Zhang covered his mouth and coughed a few more times, asking them to leave first because he was not feeling well and wanted to rest.

"Ahem, Dong'er, come in."

"Yes……"

The little maid shivered and climbed into the carriage with the clay pot in her arms.

Fang Yao and Fan Chen returned to their camp, and tacitly got into the latter's carriage.

Once inside, Fang Yao nestled on the thick soft velvet cushion and asked mysteriously, "Did you find anything?"

Fan Chen tore off his face towel, threw it into the brazier under the table in disgust, and said with a displeased face: "That person eats shit."

"..."

Fang Yao was speechless. She suspected that Fan's tongue had been poisoned, and her words were really harsh.

"What about you? What did you find?"

Fan Chen took off his cloak and hung it on the back of the carriage.

Fang Yao pursed her lips and said, "Master Zhang looks like a woman."

At first, she thought Mr. Zhang covered his mouth and nose to cover up the bad smell in his mouth.

But until the other party sneezed, and the movement was a little too big, she suddenly found the ups and downs and smooth throat covered by the wide sleeve in the corner of her eyes.

In order not to attract attention, she did not turn her head to stare at the other party.

Coupled with the strange voice that the other party deliberately lowered, and those skinny palms that looked dry and white, although the light in the car was extremely dark, Fang Yao was very sure that Mr. Zhang was not Mr. Zhang, but Ms. Zhang.

"woman……"

Fan Chen looked thoughtful, "The sacrificial ceremony in Zhangxiang City is extremely strict, except for the bride of the River God, no woman is allowed to participate."

Fang Yao recalled the excitement of Young Master Zhang when he talked about marrying the God of the River, and asked in a strange way: "Could it be that she is the bride of the God of the River this year?"

As soon as these words fell, the two people in the car looked at each other in unison.

If this woman is really the bride of the river god, then if she goes to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, the result may be similar to sending her to death.

After a while, Fan Chen didn't care much and said: "Maybe it's just nonsense, it's not safe for the two women to go outside, and it's understandable for women to disguise themselves as men."

Fang Yao thought about it for a while, she was thinking about the miasma in the northeast, and asked tentatively: "Can't your hanging mirror know where the plague monster is? Is it in Zhangxiang County?"

"Ah."

"Ah, can wizards in the sacrificial ceremony make a lot of money?"

"..."

Fan Chen looked at her with some indescribable words. This woman might have gotten into money. He said speechlessly, "I heard that the local officials asked the merchants and people in the city to pay, but I don't know the exact amount."

Even let the common people pay?
Fang Yao felt that the parents and officials in Zhangxiang County were really insane.

Fan Chen glanced at her lightly, and continued: "And the sacrificial ceremony in Zhangxiang County does not require a witch, unless you are going to be the sacrificial bride."

"..."

Fang Yao rolled her eyes silently, she could still disguise herself as a man like the "Mr. Zhang" just now.

Fan Chen didn't know what was going on in her mind, but he just said unintentionally: "By the way, the copper ring you picked up at Wang Deshun's house before..."

"I didn't pick the wrong one, just that one."

Fang Yao thought of this and immediately replied.

Fan Chen frowned. He obviously installed the copper ring lock on the hanging mirror according to the record in the ancient book, but it didn't happen that when the black mist appeared, the compass seal on the back of the mirror floated on the mirror. .

He stared at Fang Yao with suspicion: "Really?"

Fang Yao sneered: "Since you don't believe me so much, why did you ask me to pick it up? If you didn't believe it, wouldn't you know if you went back and demolished the house?"

"..."

After getting out of Fan Chen's carriage, Fang Yao stroked her little heart that was still beating.

In the next few days, just like the scene two years ago mentioned by Jiang, the sky was dark, and even when driving in the daytime, it was necessary to turn on a lamp to see clearly the road conditions under our feet.

Because of the detours, the official roads wind and stretch between the mountains.

The further north we went, the stronger the wind and snow, and the snow on both sides of the official road gradually covered the ankles.

Although the mountain road is not the steep stone steps, the rammed earth road is muddy when it encounters rain and snow. Occasionally, the official road is close to the cliff, which is even more dangerous.

Everyone was very careful when driving, Fan Chen's four-wheeled carriage couldn't turn flexibly, so Yang Gao simply asked Yang Gao to follow him, and whenever he needed to turn, he just moved the carriage with his bare hands.

For this reason, Fang Yao was very dissatisfied, feeling that her money was being consumed by others.

It wasn't until Fan Chen couldn't bear her ghostly resentful stare, and took the initiative to pay 200 taels of silver for labor, that she turned a blind eye.

It's strange to say that the "Master Zhang" kept saying that he would rush back to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, but the journey was delayed. Seeing that the day of the ceremony was getting closer, he didn't send the little maid to urge him to ask, but kept silently behind the line.

After driving the mountain road for five days, finally on the sixth day, Fang Yao and the others saw a road stele engraved with three big cinnabar characters of "Zhangxiang County" beside the official road in the crevice of the gradually flattening mountains.

Fang Yao lifted the curtain, under the mask, in the northeast of the gray sky, the miasma became thicker in just a few days.

When I opened the booklet, there was still no change.

A trace of unease appeared in her heart.

At night, under the leadership of Yang Gao, everyone set up a pot and started a stove by a river. The black carriage stopped not far away, and white water vapor came out again.

When Fan Chen got off the carriage, he frowned and said, "Are they cooking shit in the carriage again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little maid came out again holding the clay pot, lowered her head and hurriedly disappeared into the darkness.

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