C19

After Han Xiu left home, he ran back to town.

He had already eaten meat at noon, so he would eat something else in the evening.

He first went to a restaurant to ask if the dishes could be taken away. Since the other party said that it could be taken away, he let them cook two dishes to take away.

However, before Han Xiu returned, he went to another place.

Looking at the grand house in front of him, this was the only grand house in the entire town. Even at the foot of the imperial city, this kind of grand house was rarely seen.

And three golden-inlaid words were written on the signboard on the beam — — Murong Mansion.

Seeing this mansion, Han Xiu thought to himself as he rubbed his chin. This brat's house seems to have quite the background.

After watching for a while, Han Xiu left. When no one was looking, he slipped into an alley, turned around, and entered the house.

Not long after, Han Xiu swaggered out of the alley again. He weighed the cloth bag in his hand and quickly disappeared into the night.

Not long after Han Xiu left, an angry scream came from where the servant of Murong Mansion lived: "Who stole my money!"

In an instant, the courtyard of the servants in Murong Mansion began to bustle with noise and excitement.

Han Xiu was in a good mood as he walked towards the Myriad Mountain Village. When he returned to the Bamboo House, he just so happened to see Murong Qing walking back and forth boringly in front of his house.

"He's back!"

Han Xiu then took the two dishes that were being carried by the lotus leaves on his waist and handed them over to Murong Qing, "Tonight's dinner, by the way, there's no rice, we still have to stew rice."

"I've already stewed it." Murong Qing hurriedly said.

Han Xiu glanced at the extremely excited Murong Qing, then patted his head and said, "Then let's start the meal."

"Alright." With that, Murong Qing ran into the kitchen to grab a bowl of rice.

Han Xiu then walked into the house, reached into his clothes, took out the cloth bag and poured out the silver from it.

Not a bit, exactly a hundred liang.

Han Xiu laughed coldly, "No one can take money from me, Han Xiu."

After weighing the silver in his hand, Han Xiu kept the money back in the cloth bag and placed it into the cupboard. Murong Qing's voice also sounded, "Da Zhuang, it's time to eat!"

Han Xiu looked towards the door, and revealed a smile. This brat had changed his words, he had added another brother, which was not bad.

Walking out of the house, Han Xiu saw a candle on the stone table, two dishes wrapped in lotus leaves were placed next to the candle, and two bowls of steaming hot rice were placed on two different seats.

Seeing that Han Xiu had come out, Murong Qing immediately brought a pair of chopsticks to him.

Han Xiu took the chopsticks and patted Murong Qing's head as if it was his habit to do so. Then, he sat down on the wooden block and ate together with him.

"You went to town? No wonder you've been gone so long. " Murong Qing asked while eating.

"Yes, we can only go to the town and buy them now."

Just then, Murong Qing suddenly stared at Han Xiu's left hand, and said: "What's that on the back of your hand? Why haven't I seen it before? "

She had wanted to ask about it during the day, but was distracted by the delicious hare. Now that she saw the Seven Star Diagram case on Han Xiu's hands, she remembered to ask about it.

Han Xiu looked at the back of his hand and answered simply: "Fetal record."

"A birthmark? It's so obvious, why didn't I notice it before? " These words were the mutterings from Murong Qing's mouth.

Hearing his words, Han Xiu could not help but look at the Seven Star Diagram on the back of his left hand, and thought to himself: Could it be that he did not have this pattern before?

Just as Han Xiu was pondering, a piece of yellow paper suddenly appeared in front of him. He raised his head and saw Murong Qing holding onto the paper, and said: "This is the paper that I found from a box on the ground, have you read it?"

"Paper? There's something else in the box? " Han Xiu was curious.

"You don't know?" Murong Qing asked.

Han Xiu shook his head, he took the piece of paper and started reading, and when he saw the last line of words, Han Xiu immediately cursed out, "What the f * ck! "They really ate bad things."