After entering the wrong bridal chamber, I went to farm with the powerful minister

The lips are bright red and extremely bright.

Outside the car, the bamboo leaves rustled.

In the car, Fu Ciyi felt that his usually calm heart was beating too fast.

The skin on her jaw had clearly been fitted well, but somehow his thumb still pressed against her chin.

This press caused her lips to open slightly.

More and more beautiful.

Seeing him carefully studying her face for a while, Yan Funing pursed her lips slightly, worried that the human skin mask would not fit her face, so she asked, "What's wrong? Is it not fitting well?"

Fu Ciyi looked at the face that had already fitted well, his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "It's just that the edge of the face skin and lips has not yet fitted well, and it's easy for people to find a flaw here. Do you mind if I press it gently?"

Yan Funing reached out and pressed her lips: "Is this okay?"

"not good."

"Thank you for your help." She raised her face slightly.

The man gently pressed on her lips, which were clearly close to the edge of the iron, and he pressed carefully in a circle.

"All right."

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and rubbed them unconsciously.

Yan Funing touched her new face and felt her eyelids drooping. She stood up and asked him, "Do I look good?"

"You're not going on a blind date, why do you have to look so good? The more ordinary you are, the less likely people will suspect you."

The man said this and left the car.

Yan Funing followed him out and murmured, "That's right."

Fu Jiang asked respectfully, "Sir, what's next?"

They clearly changed their appearance, but Fu Jiang was not surprised at all, which showed that he was used to it. Yan Funing secretly complained that someone often disguised himself to do bad things.

Fu Ciyi said calmly: "You can drive to another place and come pick us up in an hour."

Parking the car outside the village is likely to arouse suspicion.

"Yes, sir." Fu Jiang waved the whip.

Fu Ciyi took Yan Funing into the village.

Because it is at the foot of the mountain, the farmhouses in the village are scattered around.

Although it is a village, the paths inside are clean and tidy, and the clothes hanging in the yard are all neatly laid out.

Yan Funing's heart skipped a beat. It was obvious that there was a certain strict order.

What made her even more nervous was that there were many old people, children, women and children in the village. After walking for half a quarter of an hour, she hardly saw an adult man.

This shows that this is not an ordinary village.

Fu Ciyi asked her in a low voice: "Do you believe it?"

"Is this what you call evidence?" Although Yan Funing began to believe it, she knew that he was a man of deep thoughts, so she added, "I want to see concrete evidence."

Seeing strangers entering the village, the villagers were obviously very alert.

An old man came out immediately and asked: "Where are you two from? What are you doing here?"

The old man walked with a brisk pace and his eyes were very alert, completely different from the elderly people we usually see.

Fu Ciyi said, "My brother and I passed by here. It was hot and we were thirsty. We wanted to ask for a bowl of water to drink."

Yan Funing didn't change her voice, for fear that people would discover she was a woman, so she nodded.

"You can drink the water," the old man agreed.

He led them to his yard. Although the sun was scorching, he refused to let them in. He just pointed to his well and said, "Drink the water from the well. It will quench your thirst."

Fu Ciyi said: "Thank you."

The old man looked at the two brothers in front of him warily again, then bent down to draw water from the well.

Fu Ciyi took out the kettle, filled it with well water, then tilted his head back and drank several mouthfuls heartily.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and handed the kettle to Yan Funing.

The corners of Yan Funing's lips twitched. Did he want her to drink what he had drunk?

Now she was a man. She had to act boldly, like someone else, pouring water into her mouth with her head tilted back. However, the thought of drinking like him made her chest wet.

I had no choice but to take the kettle and drank a few sips from the spout properly.

The old man saw that the two brothers had completely different personalities and laughed, "The elder brother is more heroic, why is the younger brother so gentle?"

Fu Ciyi explained: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, my brother felt a little dizzy from the heat, that's why he did this."

Yan Funing took the lid from him and gently screwed it on.

As he twisted his head, he inadvertently glanced at the well.

Because she had just drawn water from the well, the water surface was still shaking, but it did not prevent her from seeing her current face.

She asked why her eyelids were drooping all the time?

It turns out that the human skin mask that the madman gave her had droopy triangular eyes, which was very ugly.

His own human skin mask at least showed him as an ordinary-looking man, but when it came to her, she looked like this, which was really infuriating.

Seeing that the young man hadn't said anything, the old man asked casually, "Are you really dizzy from the heat?"

Yan Funing nodded and wiped her neck, which was covered in sweat.

It was hot, and with her chest wrapped in several layers of silk, it was even hotter. The silk was trembling and tight, and she felt a little breathless.

The old man then relaxed his guard and waved to the villagers waiting outside the yard.

The villagers then left.

"Please sit inside for a while, and then we can continue our journey." The old man raised his hand.

"Thank you, old man." Fu Ciyi thanked him again.

The two followed the old man into the house.

Yan Funing looked around. The house was neatly arranged and there were many farm tools standing in the corners.

Thinking back to Baozhuang Village where I once lived, the villagers also liked to put farm tools in the corners of their homes, but they were just piled together.

But it was different in front of me.

The metal parts of the farm tools are shiny, and they are placed one by one, giving the impression of a display of weapons.

Fu Ciyi took out a piece of silver and said, "Old man, can we have a meal at your place?"

"The food we cook at home is only enough for our family. If you are really hungry, eating some watermelon will quench your thirst."

"Okay." Fu Ciyi handed the silver to the old man.

The old man waved his hand and said, "It's nothing to eat some watermelon. Just save the money for the journey."

"Thank you." Fu Ciyi took back the change.

The old man went to the inner room.

Yan Funing poked her head out to take a look. There were a lot of watermelons piled up in the corner of the inner room. She walked over and said in a low voice, "A lot."

The old man smiled and said, "A few cents a pound, cheap." Then he picked up a big watermelon and patted it, "Good watermelon, this is the one I'll take."

Yan Funing saw a wooden rack behind the pile of watermelons. The rack was covered with a black cloth. The old man stepped on the black cloth and dragged it on the ground, revealing a corner of the rack. There were actually weapons inside.

Fu Ciyi also saw it and asked, "Is the old man a martial artist?"

The old man waved his hand: "I picked it up."

"Can I take a look?" Fu Ciyi asked.

The old man became alert again.

Fu Ciyi quickly explained: "To be honest, I learned martial arts when I was young, but my family was poor and couldn't afford good swords. My younger brother also wanted to learn martial arts, but he stuttered and his brain was not very bright, so he didn't have the opportunity."

Hearing this, Yan Funing cursed inwardly, "You are the one who stutters, your whole family stutters."

He even said that she was not smart.

Are you talking about Fu Beimo?
Fu Ciyi ignored Yan Funing's angry look and continued to talk to the old man: "My brother and I just want to touch these weapons."

"Go ahead and touch it."

The old man went out of the house and washed the watermelon with well water.

He glanced inside the house and quickly took out a machete hidden in a bamboo tube on the loofah rack, his eyes revealing a murderous look. (End of this chapter)