Perhaps because Sikong Zhaixing had informed him in advance, Lu Xiaofeng came very quickly.

But when he appeared in his red cloak, things didn't seem to be as bad as he had imagined.

At least Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou were still in the mood to play chess, weren't they?

"Hahahaha, Little Chicky Lu, this is called 'the eunuch is more worried than the emperor.'" This was Sikong Zhaixing's evaluation. After saying this, he slipped away in a flash.

If it were any other time, Lu Xiaofeng would definitely chase after Sikong Zhaixing, this little rascal, to compete with him. But now, how could he be in the mood for that?

"I say, Muzhi, Hua Manlou, the two of you should pay attention to me. Can such a big matter be solved by playing chess?"

Yang Muzhi, who had been forced into a desperate situation by Hua Manlou's black stones, held the white stones and thought for a long time before reluctantly admitting defeat. He wanted to play another game, but was stopped by Lu Xiaofeng.

The two of them seemed to have only just realized Lu Xiaofeng's existence.

"Little Phoenix?

When did you get here? "

"Who knows?

Maybe I just got here? "

Lu Xiaofeng said sarcastically. He now felt that "the eunuch is more worried than the emperor" was very appropriate to describe him.

Hua Manlou chuckled and handed over a cup of tea. When Lu Xiaofeng saw the tea in front of him, he felt slightly better. Just as he reached out to take the tea, he realized that the hand that was handing over the tea didn't stop. Instead, it was directly stuffed into Yang Muzhi's hands.

He immediately became angrier, but Yang Muzhi deliberately provoked him again. "Good tea, good tea!"

Looking at the small actions of the two quarrelsome lovers, Hua Manlou smiled and began to talk about business. "I don't know what Brother Lu knows, so I'll start from the beginning …"

Hua Manlou talked about his father's poisoning, Sikong Zhaixing's news, and Brother Liu's wedding a few days later. Lu Xiaofeng listened attentively.

"Since you've already planned to beat them at their own game, do you really want Sikong Zhaixing to steal Muzhi?

Hua Manlou, aren't you worried? "

The one who answered her was Yang Muzhi, "Stupid Phoenix, there's something called disguise in this world.

I just need to find someone similar to me and disguise as me to confuse the person behind the scenes. "

Hua Manlou continued, "This is the result of our discussion with Brother Sikong. If the person behind the scenes wants to harm the fake Muzhi, Brother Sikong will secretly help resolve it."

Seeing that the two of them had planned it so well that they had even considered the safety of his substitute, Lu Xiaofeng felt that perhaps he shouldn't have come. Before he left, he asked, "What kind of work have you arranged for me?"

The kind Hua Manlou nodded. "There's a job for you, Brother Lu."

Almost as soon as this sentence came out, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up instantly. However, his good friend's next sentence was like a basin of cold water poured over his head.

He said, "Pretend to be a bride."

That night, when Yang Muzhi was performing acupuncture on Hua Manlou, it was rare that the two of them didn't speak.

Hua Manlou hadn't thought of how to open his mouth yet, and Yang Muzhi was waiting for him to speak.

When the candles were extinguished, Yang Muzhi nestled in his arms still didn't wait. He simply brought it up himself. "Hua Manlou, I said before that compared to hiding things, I hope that you'll be honest."

Perhaps it was because he had mentioned the Iron Shoe Thief during the day when he was discussing countermeasures with Lu Xiaofeng, but Hua Manlou's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

He sighed and hugged the person in his arms even tighter. He calmed down and slowly said, "Muzhi, I said before that the person who injured my eyes was the Iron Shoe Thief, right?"

That year, Hua Manlou was only seven years old. He stayed in his father's study all day long, flipping through those obscure classics. One afternoon, a carrier pigeon brought a letter to his father. He took the letter and excitedly wanted to give it to his father.

But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any trace of his father. He could only hear a faint sound coming from the southern courtyard. He followed the sound to the southern courtyard, but when he wasn't careful, he stepped on some mechanism and fell straight into a secret room.

The father he was looking for was pointing a sword at a masked black-clothed man in the secret room. When the black-clothed man saw him appear, he immediately took him as a hostage and took the opportunity to escape the secret room.

When the two of them came to an open space, the black-clothed man carelessly threw him aside. "Hmph, that guy Hua Ruling was really ruthless!

Now it's time for retribution to fall on you! "

The black-clothed man raised his sword to stab, but the seven-year-old boy wasn't afraid at all. "My father will avenge me!"

Perhaps this sentence provoked the black-clothed man. He sneered. "It seems that killing you like this is too easy for you!

I want you to live in hell like me! "

After so many years, Hua Manlou's tone when recounting the past was like he was telling someone else's story. Yang Muzhi knew that his heart must be like a raging river and overturning sea.

Although Hua Manlou didn't "live in hell" like the Iron Shoe Thief's curse, this matter was still a nightmare that he couldn't forget even when he dreamed about it in the middle of the night.

Burying his head into Hua Manlou's chest, Yang Muzhi said quietly, "It's all in the past. It's all in the past, Hua Manlou."

What answered him was Hua Manlou's light kiss. "Don't worry, Muzhi."

A good night's sleep.

…

On the first day of June, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle.

Jiangnan's Splendid Villa was filled with red silk and brocade. It was very lively. Some of the guests who came to watch the ceremony came from the imperial court, some from the jianghu, and even some from foreign lands.

It was enough to prove the Hua family's connections and glory.

Along with the festive music and the exotic dance, Rong Xiang, who was dressed in red, shouted that the auspicious time had arrived, and the wedding ceremony officially began.

"The bride and groom are in position."

"The bride and groom offer incense."

"Kneel, offer incense."

"Kneel, kowtow, kowtow again, kowtow three times."

Lu Xiaofeng, who was wearing a phoenix coronet and robe, with a phoenix pattern veil on his head, could only smile wryly. Presumably, in the whole world, there were not many people who could be as generous as he was; he even helped them to the point of bowing to heaven and earth ceremony.

Although he had completely given up on the idea of one day getting married to someone three years ago, this didn't mean that he didn't mind that the only wedding ceremony in his life was with a man.

Unaware of the bitterness in his heart, the disguised Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou stood close to each other. Their hands were tightly clasped as if they were waiting for something to happen.

However, nothing happened.

The minister continued to shout, "First, bow to heaven and earth."

Perhaps something had delayed it. Lu Xiaofeng bowed to heaven and earth.

The minister shouted again, "Second, bow to your parents."

There was no difference between a friend's parents and his own parents. Lu Xiaofeng bowed to his parents.

The minister shouted again, "Husband and wife, bow to each other."

What's going on?

He really couldn't bow to the husband and wife!

Lu Xiaofeng muttered in his heart. Then he heard a young maid rushing in while screaming, "Not good!

Not good!

Someone died! "

The scene was in an uproar. The first to move was the bride, "Shen Lingshuang", who lifted her veil. Hua Manlou and Yang Muzhi followed closely behind. They went to the place where the young maid shouted.

Jinxiu Mountain Villa, South Courtyard.

There was a piece of paper on the table facing the hall. There was nothing on the paper except for a bloody footprint.

Beside the table was a servant who had died tragically. The smell of blood was enough to make people vomit. "Shen Lingshuang" secretly said, "Not good." She checked the servant's breath. She couldn't believe it and said to Yang Muzhi and Hua Manlou who had just arrived, "He really died."

In their plan, when the minister shouted "Kneel, kowtow, kowtow again, three kowtows" during the wedding ceremony, there should be a young maid running out screaming, "Not good!

Not good!

Someone died! "

Then everyone would follow the sound and see the servant who had faked his death. In such a chaotic situation, the culprit behind the scenes who poisoned Hua Ruling and hired people to steal Mr. Xiangzhi would definitely take the opportunity to do something. Everyone would be on guard. Not only would they not let him succeed, they would also catch him.

Who knew that someone really died? Now the fake chaos had become real chaos.

Hua Manlou stepped forward and picked up the paper on the table. He carefully felt the imprint on it and finally concluded, "It really is the Iron Shoe Bandit."

When he said this, the people who were a little slower arrived. When they heard the words "Iron Shoe Bandit", their faces changed.

The Iron Shoe Bandit's name would be even more famous ten years ago. No one knew where he came from. They only knew that after he became famous overnight, he ran amok in the Central Plains and did all kinds of evil things. It could be said that he was full of evil.

But he should not have provoked the Hua family in Jiangnan. Although they did not know what he did in the Hua family, he provoked the master of the Hua family, Hua Ruling, to gather the heroes of the five great sects to pursue him. In the end, he was finally brought to justice. Only then did the matter come to an end.

Now there were the five heroes who had participated in the pursuit of the Iron Shoe Bandit with Hua Ruling many years ago. They said in disbelief, "How can it be?

The Iron Shoe Bandit was executed many years ago! "

In the end, it was Hua Ruling, who was supported by the bridegroom, Hua Mantai, who presided over the situation. He seemed to be very unwell and coughed many times. "The Iron Shoe Bandit, cough, cough, he always disguised himself with a mask. Cough, cough, we can't confirm that the one we killed was the Iron Shoe Bandit himself."

After saying this, he could not bear the burden and spat out a mouthful of blood. Everyone was shocked.

Yang Muzhi subconsciously wanted to rush over but was stopped by Hua Manlou. Yes, Master Hua was also acting this time.

So they looked on helplessly as Master Hua's old friend, the Godly Doctor Song Wencao, who was known as the Medicine Man, walked over.

Lu Xiaofeng and the eldest brother of the Hua family, Hua Man Xuan, were left to deal with the aftermath. Hua Manlou and the disguised fake Hua Ping and the real Yang Muzhi followed Master Hua and left the scene.

After returning to the room, Master Hua saw that someone had actually died. He blamed himself endlessly and sighed repeatedly.

Song Wencao comforted him. "The Iron Shoe Bandit has committed many evil deeds and is impossible to guard against. How can we blame Brother Hua for it?"

However, it also inadvertently reminded Master Hua. Hua Ruling sent everyone out of the room and pressed an elaborate mechanism. With a whoosh, the wall behind the bookshelf slowly moved to two sides. It turned out to be a secret door.

After walking through the secret door, Hua Ruling used the torch that he always carried with him and lit it. Step by step, he paid attention to his feet. He walked very slowly and the short distance took him half an incense stick's worth of time before he finally stopped at the corner.

After turning the corner, he saw a tall platform. On both sides of the platform were broken glass that had not been cleaned, but the platform was empty.

Everything was strung together and Hua Ruling understood everything.