Vol 7 Chapter 7: Cold Raksha Xue Bing

Lu Xiaofeng could only smile bitterly. He looked at Fang Lang and said, "I didn't come to you to send my beard home."
Xue Bing actually didn't look at him, but at Fang Lang, and asked, "Who are you?"
Fang Lang smiled, "The girl is Xue Bing Leng Raksha? The waves below."
Xue Bing looked at him, and then said: "Everything does not go to the Three Treasures Palace, what are you looking for for me?"
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "We are not here to find you, but to the old lady. If you ask about this matter, I'm afraid you won't be able to ask what it is." He looked at Xue Bing and sighed, "Because I know you are. I’ve never been willing to move the embroidery needle. You told me yourself that as long as you pick up the embroidery needle, you want to doze off!"
Xue Bing said, "Do you remember what I said?"
Lu Xiaofeng said: "Remember every sentence, so you should take me to see her old man!"
The words he just said clearly pleased the girl. The smile in her eyes was as soft as the setting sun on the side of a mountain, warm, she brought Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng back to the village with a lovely smile, and introduced them to Xue Lao. Mrs.
Old lady Xue is seventy-seven this year, but no one can tell that she is a seventy-seven-year-old woman. On occasions that are not very bright, many people will even think that she is only 37-8 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 will even show a kind of girlish innocence.
Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng stood in front of her, both youthful young people. She looked at the two young people with a smile, as if looking at her son-in-law. They kept watching, smiling and saying, "I'm getting older. Women, but there are very few lads who come to me, why, why are you running so far to find me?"
Lu Xiaofeng blinked and said with a smile: "Because I know your embroidery skills are unmatched, so I came to ask you for advice. After all, no girl in this martial arts can compare with you."
Lu Xiaofeng's glib tongue is still so good at talking.
Old lady Xue chuckled, her eyes started to light up, and the wrinkles on her face were receding.
Lu Xiaofeng immediately took the opportunity to pass the piece of satin over, and said, "You have to have a look at such a thing!"
Old Mrs. Xue glanced from the corner of her eyes, her face immediately showed disdain, and she shook her head and said: "What's so good about this? When I was six years old, my embroidery was better than him."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I didn't ask you to look at the embroidered flowers on it, but I asked you to look at the satin and silk threads. Which one sells them?"
Old Mrs. Xue took it and touched it lightly with her fingertips, and immediately said: "This satin is from Beijing Furuixiang. The silk thread is sold by Fu Ji. The two shops are the same owner and they are pasting them next door."
Lu Xiaofeng said, "You can only buy this kind of goods in their store in Beijing? Can you take it to other places?"
Old Mrs. Xue said: "There is only such a store, and there is no sales. Even if there is one out of town, the customer bought it and took it home!" She explained: "The goods from these two stores are all high-quality goods, self-made, self-selling. The output is not large, and the appearance is not large. The boss Yang Afu is a very responsible person and does not want to make a fortune!"
Lu Xiaofeng nodded thoughtfully, and then asked where the shop was.
Old Mrs. Xue said: "In a very secluded alley behind the Wang Widow Xie Street, the store has not been expanded for decades. Apart from the real experts, few people will find it there to buy it!" She suddenly smiled. He laughed and said: "To be honest, are you fascinated by this woman, but people hide from you, so you want to find her with this kind of thing?"
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned. After a long time, he lost his voice: "Woman? Is this embroidered by a woman?"
He looked at Fang Lang strangely.
The latter raised an eyebrow at him nonchalantly, "Why can't this be embroidered by a woman?"
Lu Xiaofeng suddenly reacted, his eyes gleaming, he looked at the pattern on the satin, and then immediately asked: "Look, are there any traces of stitches on it?"
When Mrs. Xue heard the words, she rubbed her finger from the brocade pattern, and then nodded affirmatively: "There are indeed traces of stitches. You see, here is the final knot."
Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were astonishingly bright. He had guessed that the embroidery thieves must have deliberately removed the stitches to make it difficult for others to distinguish his gender... Such a deep strategy, is it possible that the embroidery thieves have found a scapegoat?
In the garden, Lu Xiaofeng said to the other side: "If it were not fortunately that you ran into the dart of the Embroidery Thief and the Zhenyuan Escort, it would be difficult for anyone to tell. The Embroidery Thief is not a real embroidery tailor, but a person who can only remove stitches. That's it. There should be a reason for the embroidered thieves 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 sentence, but he didn't have the opportunity 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, right on Xue Bing’s feet. His heart beat fast. He looked at the red satin in Fang Lang’s hand and suddenly realized that this piece of red satin could easily make a pair of red. The shoes come.
Xue Bing Qiao smiled and said, "If you have beautiful women to accompany you, wouldn't you be unwilling?"
Fang Lang smiled and said, "Naturally not."
Lu Xiaofeng just smiled bitterly: "As long as my ears and beard are not dangerous, I am willing too!"
Lu Xiaofeng didn't like riding in a car very much. He would rather ride a horse than walk. But now he is sitting on the carriage because Miss Xue likes it. Miss Xue is always a quiet person, who can't even walk in large strides-at least she always likes to pretend to be this way.
Fortunately, the car walked very steadily, because the road was very flat, and the avenue to the capital was always very flat. Lu Xiaofeng was sitting in the car, touching his chin, which seemed to hurt. He suddenly realized that he had laughed so much lately, and his jaw hurt. Xue Bing was sitting opposite, looking at him, his eyes were still filled with the kind of gentle smile that no one could tell.
Lu Xiaofeng also kept looking at her, as if to turn away from her first. ..
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