Chapter Seven Cold Rakshasa Xue Bing

Lu Xiaofeng could only smile wryly. He looked at Fang Lang and said, "I didn't come to you to send my beard to your door."

Xue Bing actually didn't look at him, but looked at Fang Lang, and asked, "Who are you?"

Fang Lang smiled, "The girl is Xue Bing, the cold Rakshasa? Lang below."

Xue Bing looked at him, and then said: "If you don't have anything to go to the Three Treasures Hall, what are you looking for me for?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "We are not here to look for you, but the old lady. If I ask you about this matter, I'm afraid I won't be able to ask you anything." He looked at Xue Bing and sighed: "Because I know you are You never want to move your embroidery needle, you told me yourself that as soon as you pick up your embroidery needle, you want to doze off!"

Xue Bing said: "You still remember what I said?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I remember every sentence, so you should hurry up and take me to see her old man!"

What he said just now obviously pleased the girl, the smile in her eyes was as gentle as the sunset on the mountain, warm, she led Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng back to the village with a charming smile, and introduced Mr. Xue to them Mrs.

Mrs. Xue is seventy-seven years old this year, but no one can tell that she is a seventy-seven-year-old woman. In less bright occasions, many people even think that she is only thirty-seven or eighty-eight at most, her attitude is always dignified and perfect, her eyes are still bright, and her demeanor is still moving, especially when she sees the young people she likes , her eyes even revealed a kind of girlish innocence.

Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng stood in front of her, they were both youthful young people, she looked at these two young people with a smile, as if she was looking at her son-in-law, she kept looking at them, and said with a smile: "I'm getting older I am a woman, but very few young men come to me, why, why did you come all this way to find me?"

Lu Xiaofeng blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Because I know that your embroidery skills are unmatched, so I came to ask you for advice. After all, in this martial arts world, there is no girl who can compare with you."

The smooth-tongued Lu Xiaofeng is still so good at talking.

The old lady Xue giggled, her eyes began to light up, and the wrinkles on her face also receded.

Lu Xiaofeng immediately took the opportunity to hand over the piece of satin, and said, "I have to ask you to take a look at such things!"

The old lady Xue just glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, and immediately showed disdain on her face. She shook her head and said, "What's so interesting about this? I was better at embroidering than him when I was six years old."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "I'm not asking you to look at the flowers embroidered on it, but I'm asking you to look at the satin and silk thread, which one sells it?"

The old lady Xue took it, touched it lightly with her fingertips, and immediately said: "This satin is from Fu Ruixiang in Beijing, and the silk thread is from Fuji. The two shops are owned by the same owner, and they are pasting next door."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You can only buy this kind of goods in their shop in the capital? Can you take them to other places?"

The old lady Xue said: "There is only one store, and there is no sales. Even if there are some in other places, the customers bought them and brought them back!" She explained: "The goods from these two stores are all high-quality goods, which are self-made and sold. The output is not much, the appearance is not big, the boss Yang Afu is a very responsible person, and he does not want to make a fortune!"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded thoughtfully, and then asked about the location of the shop.

The old lady Xue said: "Behind Widow Wang Xie Street, in a very secluded alley, it has not been expanded for decades. Except for real professionals, few people will find it to buy there!" She suddenly laughed Laughing, he said again: "To be honest, are you fascinated by this woman, but she just hides from you, so you want to find her out with such things?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a long time before he lost his voice: "Woman? Could it be that a woman embroidered this?"

He looked at Fang Lang strangely.

The latter raised his eyebrows at him indifferently, "Why can't this be embroidered by a woman?"

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly reacted, his eyes lit up slightly, he looked at the patterns on the satin, and then asked, "Look, are there any traces of stitches being removed?"

Upon hearing this, the old lady Xue stroked the pattern of the brocade with her fingers, and then nodded in affirmation: "There are indeed traces of stitches being removed. Look here, it is the last knot."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were astonishingly bright, he already guessed that the Embroidery Thief must have removed the stitches on purpose to make it difficult for others to tell his gender... Such a deep plot, could it be that the Embroidery Thief has already found a scapegoat?

In the garden, Lu Xiaofeng said to Fang Lang: "If it wasn't for your luck that you ran into the Embroidery Thief robbing the bodyguards of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, it would be difficult for anyone to see that this Embroidery Thief is not a real embroidery tailor, but a person who can only remove stitches." That's all, there should be a reason for the Embroidered Thief to make such a disguise."

Fang Lang picked up the piece of red satin, and said leisurely: "Have you seen Xue Bing's shoes?"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, he didn't expect Fang Lang to ask this question, but he didn't have a chance to ask the reason, because Xue Bing chased up from behind and wanted to go to the capital with them.

At this opportunity, Lu Xiaofeng saw the red shoes, which were on Xue Bing's feet, and his heart beat fast. Looking at the red satin in Fang Lang's hand, he suddenly realized that this piece of red satin could easily make a pair of red shoes. Here come the shoes.

Xue Bingqiao smiled Qianxi and said: "With beautiful women as company, you wouldn't be unwilling, would you?"

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Of course not."

Lu Xiaofeng just smiled wryly: "As long as my ears and beard won't be in danger, I'm willing too!"

Lu Xiaofeng doesn't like riding a car very much, he would rather ride a horse, or even walk. But now he is sitting in the carriage because Miss Xue likes it. Miss Xue has always been a quiet person,

Someone who can't take strides—at least she always likes to pretend to be that way.

Fortunately, the car was going very steadily, because the road is very flat, and the avenue to the capital is always very flat. Lu Xiaofeng was sitting in the car, touching his chin, it seemed to be in pain. He suddenly realized that he had been smiling wryly too many times recently, and his jaw hurt from laughing. Xue Bing was sitting opposite, looking at him, his eyes were still full of that kind of gentle smile that no one could describe.

Lu Xiaofeng also kept looking at her, as if he wanted to compete with her to turn his eyes away first. ..