"What does he want to ask me?"
Hearing Meng Fan ask her seriously, Zhou Yutong moved nervously away from Meng Fan, for fear that Meng Fan would ask inappropriate words.
"Inquiry about a person."
Meng Fan raised his hand and gestured in front of Zhou Yutong, "He looks somewhat similar to you, and his name is similar, and he even has the same surname."
While speaking, Meng Fan stared at Zhou Yutong's expression.
I don't know if she was frightened by what just happened.
There was a trace of panic on her pretty face, but she didn't see anything else.
Zhou Yutong knew Meng Fan was looking at her and turned her face to the side.
"Yuluo."
Meng Fan said directly, "Her name is Zhou Yuluo.
I wonder if Ms.
Zhou knows her?"
"I don't know."
Zhou Yutong answered neatly.
"Okay."
Meng Fan withdrew his gaze and leaned against the carriage.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it.
There are so many people who look alike and have similar names.
It's a pity."
"What a pity?"
Zhou Yutong pursed her soft lips, "She is your confidante."
"It's a pity that she is missing, and her life or death is uncertain."
Meng Fan's voice deepened, "If Miss Zhou has a chance to meet her, please tell her that I am looking for her."
Zhou Yutong said nothing.
The wheels of the carriage pressed against the hard ground, making a sound that seemed to record the passage of time.
The coachman was still singing an unknown folk song in a low voice, his voice hoarse and weathered, making the current atmosphere a bit strange.
Zhou Yutong wanted to urge the singing coachman to drive the carriage faster, but he was not his own coachman, so she had to sneak a glance at Meng Fan and saw him leaning against the carriage with his eyes slightly closed, looking calm and relaxed.
I had no choice but to close my eyes, put a small hand on my knee awkwardly, then pulled it back, and held the corner of my clothes.
The little fairy who was respected by the Eighteenth Layer Mountain felt a little uneasy in front of Meng Fan.
The smell of both of them in the carriage was very good, which was quite relaxing.
I wonder if it was the coachman's singing that aroused Meng Fan's interest.
After a while, Zhou Yutong suddenly heard Meng Fan singing softly and vaguely.
"Remember when I was a teenager."
"Everyone is sincere."
"Say one thing, just one thing" Zhou Yutong, who had never been in the secular world, flattened her soft lips and muttered in her heart, what kind of song was this?
It was weird and sounded like vernacular.
However, she couldn't help but pay attention and listened to him singing.
In the past, cars, horses, everything was so slow, and I thought it was a bit funny.
"The old locks looked good too."
"The key is beautiful and stylish."
"If you lock it, people will understand."
The song was very short, not quite like a song.
After listening to it, Zhou Yutong felt that she could sing it.
The last part made her heart skip a beat, and a picture emerged in her mind.
The picture was vague, trance-like, and not very real.
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It seemed like when she was a child, a man gave her a small diary.
It should be something from the secular world, with a beautiful knife on it.
Lock, the man patted her head and said: "Xiao Yutong, if you have anything to say in the future, just write it on it."
She nodded slightly.
In the picture, there is a little girl who is also yelling at the man: "I want it too, I want it too."
But there is only one locked diary.
The little girl started to cry.
The scene changed again, and half of the small diary was quickly filled.
One day, she took it out to write, only to find that the lock was unlocked.
She felt that her secret had been spied on, so she found the person who also wanted the diary.
The little girl saw a little scared face, she was the one who opened it She remembers crying that day.
The little girl cried too.
The scene is very unclear, and the recalled conversation is also unclear.
But I remember clearly the appearance of the lock on the diary.
"The locks in the past were also beautiful, and the keys were elegant and stylish.
If you locked it, people would understand."
Zhou Yutong's heart suddenly hurt so much that he put the jade hand holding the corner of his clothes to his heart and pressed it hard, but it still hurt and his eyes couldn't help but get wet.
Meng Fan stopped singing.
The carriage has arrived at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.
Zhou Yutong didn't know whether the coachman drove the carriage faster or whether he didn't pay attention to the passage of time and arrived much earlier than expected.
The guards at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion looked bitter when they saw Meng Fan's luxurious carriage arriving again.
This time, they didn't need the coachman to scold them, and opened the gate on their own initiative, allowing the carriage to slowly drive in.
"Miss Zhou, I'll give it back to you."
Meng Fan sat up straight, took out the Yuxue Sword with a wave of his hand, reversed the sword's edge, and handed the hilt to Zhou Yutong, "Don't forget the three-time promise."
Zhou Yutong nodded and took the ice spirit sword that he had missed all night.
He realized that its spiritual power was weak and not as good as before, so he hurriedly communicated with it, hoping to nourish its spiritual power, but it was clearly in the sword.
I feel a trace of sadness in my body, the kind of sadness of longing.
"Okay, that's it.
I'll go back by myself."
When the carriage arrived at the gate of the Green Bamboo Forest in the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, Zhou Yutong got out of the carriage with his sword in hand and refused Meng Fan's request to see him off.
Meng Fan didn't insist and stood behind watching with a smile.
Zhou Yutong walked a few steps quickly, then walked slower and slower, as if she had something to say to him, but finally stopped and turned around hesitantly.
"Miss Zhou, what's wrong?"
Meng Fan put his hand behind his back and asked with an elegant smile.
"It's okay."
Zhou Yutong hugged the Ice Spirit Sword and bit his lip, "You used the Ice Spirit Sword when we were in Baihuafang, so that counts.
There are only two more appointments left."
"Ha" Meng Fan laughed dumbly and shook his head helplessly.
"I'm leaving."
Zhou Yutong opened his mouth, but his body did not move.
"Okay, see you next time."
Meng Fan raised his hand and waved it.
"Well, what song are you singing?"
asked Zhou Yutong, who said he wanted to leave but didn't.
"I'll tell you when I return the sword for the third time."
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Meng Fan said with a smile.
After giving the word "bad guy" to Meng Fan, Zhou Yutong swayed and disappeared as if he was flying.
Meng Fan scratched his head and asked the old coachman, "Am I a bad person?"
The old coachman grinned, revealing his jagged teeth blackened by tobacco leaves, and said with a smile: "You have a beautiful woman in your arms, but you can't sit still in her arms.
It's really bad."
Meng Fan raised his hand, which had a lingering fragrance, and said to himself: "According to my brother, it is quite difficult to be a bad person."
The two laughed loudly as they got on the carriage and galloped all the way.
The rumble of the wheels resounded throughout the city lord's palace.
Master Qian Deng stood in Tingyu Tower and watched the carriage leave from a high position.
He said expressionlessly: "Everyone comes and goes with the same arrogance.
It seems that the deputy palace master has gained a lot from this trip.
Qian Deng, you can Let’s talk about what happened in Baihuafang.”
Qian Deng pointed at the chessboard: "Sit down and talk slowly.
Some things have come true, and some things have been unexpected
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