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Chapter 7 Cold Rakshasa Xue Bing

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    Lu Xiaofeng could only smile bitterly. He looked at Fang Lang and said, "I didn't come to you just to give you my beard."

    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: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Why did you come to me?"

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

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

    Lu Xiaofeng said: "I remember every sentence, so you should take me to see her as soon as possible!"

    His words just now obviously pleased the girl. The smile in her eyes was as soft and warm as the sunset on the mountainside. With a pleasant smile, she led Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng back to the village and introduced Mr. Xue to them.  Mrs.

    Old Mrs. Xue is seventy-seven this year, but no one can tell that she is a seventy-seven-year-old woman.  On less bright occasions, many people would even think that she is only thirty-seven or eighty-year-old at most. Her attitude is always dignified and perfect, her eyes are still bright, and her style is still charming, especially when she sees the young man she likes.  , there is even a girlish innocence in her eyes.

    Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng stood in front of her. They were both youthful young people. She looked at the two young men with a smile, as if they were her sons-in-law. She kept looking at them and said with a smile: "I am getting older now."  I am a woman, but few young men come to me. Why, why do you come so far to come to me?"

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

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

    Mrs. Xue chuckled, her eyes began to brighten, and the wrinkles on her face receded.

    Lu Xiaofeng immediately took the opportunity to hand over the piece of satin and said, "I have to ask you to see something like this!"

    Old Mrs. Xue only glanced at it from the corner of her eye, with a look of disdain on her face. She shook her head and said, "What's so good about this? I was a better embroiderer 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 where the satin and silk thread are sold."

    Old Mrs. 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 sold by Fuji. The two stores are owned by the same owner, and they are just next door."

    Lu Xiaofeng said: "This kind of product can only be bought in their store in the capital? Can it be taken to other places?"

    Mrs. Xue said: "There is only one store, and there is no sales. Even if there are stores in other places, customers buy them and bring them back!" She then explained: "The goods sold in these two stores are all high-quality products, homemade and sold by themselves.  The output is not large, and the storefront is not big. The boss, Yang Afu, is a very conscientious person and does not want to make a fortune!"

    Lu Xiaofeng nodded thoughtfully and asked where the store was.

    Mrs. Xue said: "In a very quiet alley behind Widow Wang Xiejie, the store has not been expanded for decades. Except for real experts, few people will find it to buy!" She suddenly laughed.  Laughing, he added: "To be honest, are you fascinated by this woman, but she is avoiding you, so you want to find her with something like this?"

    Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a long time before she lost her voice and said, "Woman? Could this be embroidered by a woman?"

    He looked at Fang Lang strangely.

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

    Lu Xiaofeng suddenly reacted, his eyes brightened, he looked at the pattern on the satin, and then asked: "Look, are there any traces of stitches on it?"

    Hearing this, Mrs. Xue rubbed her fingers from the brocade pattern, and then nodded and confirmed: "There are indeed traces of stitches being removed. Look here, it is the final knot."

    Lu Xiaofeng¡¯s eyes were astonishingly bright. He had already guessed that the embroidery thief must have deliberately removed the stitches to make it difficult for others to distinguish his gender Such a deep plot, could it be that the embroidery thief had already found a scapegoat?

    In the garden, Lu Xiaofeng said to Fang Fang, "If you hadn't been lucky enough to bump into the embroidery robber who robbed the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, it would have been hard for anyone to come."It turns out that this embroidery thief is not a real embroidery tailor, but a person who only knows how to remove stitches. There should be a reason for the embroidery 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 the chance to ask the reason because Xue Bing chased him from behind and wanted to go to the capital with them.

    At this opportunity, Lu Xiaofeng saw the red shoes on Xue Bing's feet. 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.  Come on shoes.

    Xue Bingqiao smiled sweetly and said, "You wouldn't be unwilling to have a beautiful woman accompany you, right?"

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

    Lu Xiaofeng just smiled bitterly: "As long as my ears and beard are not in danger, I am willing!"

    Lu Xiaofeng dislikes riding in cars. 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 who can't even take long steps when walking - at least she always likes to pretend like this.

    Fortunately, the car went very steadily, because the road was very smooth, and the road to the capital was always very smooth.  Lu Xiaofeng sat in the car and touched her chin, which seemed to hurt.  He suddenly found that he had smiled bitterly too many times recently, and his jaw hurt from laughing.  Xue Bing was sitting opposite, looking at him, his eyes still full of that kind of gentle smile that no one could describe.

    Lu Xiaofeng also kept looking at her, as if he was competing with her to see who could look away first.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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