MTL - Way of the Devil-Chapter 42 Flirt six

The big ship has been parked in a place that is often parked on weekdays. The two men followed the guests who were on board the same boat and quickly got on the deck.

"Song Gongzi, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you look a lot more rosy." The ship's mother smiled and greeted her. "Jun is still dressing up. Do you have to sit down and listen to the songs? A few new songs have come, and the skills are very good."

Song Zhenguo was awe-inspiring and did not give her a smile.

"I want to ask, a friend who brought me the night before, called the son of Wang Ziquan. I heard that I have been painting again later. I am asking you to call the girl who accompanied him the night before. I have something to ask." He gave a few pieces of silver to the boat mother.

This is the same as giving it, it is equivalent to sprinkling thousands of pieces, not the rich at home, but really dare not spend such a mess.

"You are talking about the butterfly, um, I am going to call the butterfly, the son can rest in the wing of the side." The ship mother saw Song Zhenguo Lu Sheng face serious, did not dare to delay. Among these brothers, there are not many guests who are as bold as Song Zhenguo. Those bureaucrats, although strong in the background, are not as generous as Song Zhenguo.

Lu Sheng and the two were led to a wing and waited for a break. Soon the butterfly was called in.

The butterfly looked weak and well-behaved, pitiful, wearing a light green waist-length dress and holding a flute in his hand, seemingly preparing to play the flute for the guests. At this time, I was called, and I was ignorant.

"Song Gongzi, may I ask you to call Butterfly, what's the question?" she asked softly.

"I ask you, you know, the night before, the Wang Ziquan son you accompanied, where is it now?" Song Zhenguo asked.

Butterfly looked blank.

"Wang Ziquan son? Oh.... I remembered, didn't you go back with Song Gongzi? Butterfly was very tired at that time. When you left, the son went off and took a rest."

"Going home to rest?" Song Zhenguo stunned.

"Yeah, at that time, the butterfly received the guest three times in a row, and the body was too tired. When the end, he said to the ship's mother, or one of the first few people to disembark." Butterfly whispered. "What's wrong? Is it Ziquan Gongzi.... What happened??" She was a little nervous.

Lu Sheng stared at her tightly, his eyes sharp, but he could not see the signs of the butterfly lying.

"I ask you, your ship, are we going to fight after we left?"

Butterfly nodded quickly and was somewhat uneasy by Lu Sheng.

"Yeah, yeah, when the three sons leave, the boatman will fight."

"Then I will ask you again! After the war, will this ship usually hang red lanterns?" Lu Sheng asked again.

"Red Lantern?" The butterfly is stunned. "What red lanterns? After every day, our ships are directly driven into the nearby dock for overhaul. During the inspection, the lights are not allowed on the ship. Only those who repair the ship will light up. Yesterday is the same."

"Opening into the dock? Isn't it stopping here?" Lu Sheng was shocked.

"No, we only temporarily open when we do business. The winds and waves here are occasionally large. Is it not easy to be blown away by the wind here?" Butterfly looked at Lu Sheng strangely.

Lu Sheng’s heart is a little worried. Wang Ziquan, afraid of being like him, went up to the painting with red lanterns.

"Road brother..." Song Zhenguo, the more he listened, the more strange he was. He didn't know what it meant for Lu Sheng to ask these questions. In his opinion, the red lantern ship should be wrong. But at this time, I still listen to it.

"Don't you have a red lantern at night, and there is no one on the boat to draw a big ship? The style is exactly the same as your ship." Lu Sheng was not willing, and asked.

Butterfly blinked.

"This son, where did you hear the big red lanterns? Do you know that there is only a situation where we will hang red lanterns?"

Only when the **** the ship died died, will she hang three red lanterns in the doorway and inside of her room.

One at the door, representing the road, and two in the room, representing the memorial and rest. ”

Lu Sheng heard the words, suddenly shocked.

He recalled the strange painting, the full boat was red lanterns, all the rooms, in front of each wing, hung red lanterns!

The way to hang is exactly what the butterfly said, hanging one at the door and hanging two in the room! !

"Oh, it’s so scary, don’t you listen to the ghost story in any place, run to scare the butterfly?” The butterfly was also a little scared, and the goose bumps came out.

"Moon..... Are you afraid that you really have a dream?" Song Zhenguo also looked worried about Lu Sheng. Lu Sheng’s word is the separation of the winning character, so he called him alive.

In Jiuliancheng, Lu Sheng rarely used this word, and everyone called him to win the son, win the brother. But here comes out to study, the word is representative of the closeness, but also more formal.

"Nothing....I am just..." Lu Sheng hesitated, but did not say that he had encountered the red lock inside the door. Even if he said it, Song Zhenguo did not believe it. Even if he believed it, it would be useless.

"But since Ziquan didn't come to this painting, what place would it go?" Song Zhenguo worried. "This is going to be an annual test. If the rules of the college are broken and you can't get an application, it is really a self-destruction!"

"If the two sons have nothing to do, Butterfly is going to play the flute for the guests." Butterfly whispered.

"It's okay, thank you Butterfly. This is to reward you." Song Zhenguo took a few pieces of broken silver for her.

The butterfly was happy at once, but this was a separate income from the painting boat. She carefully smashed the broken silver into the waist pocket and turned and walked gently toward the door. Halfway through, she suddenly remembered something and went back and said.

"Right, this son, the butterfly, but also heard a ghost story, the girls on the boat circulated among each other.

It is said that there was a red boat on the Songbai River. The name was called the Red House. Later, it was a big fire. All the girls on the boat did not have any left, and they did not escape. Then the legend of the red ship was circulated on the Songbai River. It is said that the ship was covered with red lanterns. Anyone who had been on the red boat did not come down. ”

Lu Sheng’s spirit rose and he quickly stopped the butterfly.

"The girl stayed, can you tell us the story of this red house painting ship?"

"Amount... Butterfly is only coming to do this soon, I don’t know much, but isn’t Song Gongzi good with Juner girl? Juner’s sister is reading Song Gongzi every day, she is doing pretty on the boat. For a long time, ask her should know." Butterfly whispered.

"Understood." Lu Sheng nodded. "Let's go."

When Butterfly came out of the room, Lu Sheng and Song Zhenguo did not speak, just silent, thinking about their own affairs.

In a short while, the gentleman's section of a plain white low-cut skirt came in. When he saw Song Zhenguo, he became beautiful.

"Song Gongzi!" She unconsciously showed her affection.

"Juner!" Song Zhenguo stepped forward and gently slammed Jun. "I haven't seen you for a few days, are you okay? The money I give to the bow is enough. No one can tell you except me."

Juner nodded lightly and showed a trace of happiness on his face. "Jun children know that the son is good for Jun....."

"I have been waiting, waiting for Juner to promise this son to redeem you." Song Zhenguo softly. "Well, let's come over here, I want to ask, the thing that Wang Ziquan, who came with us the night before."

Juner can know the Wang Gongzi. Did you come back to the ship on the night after we left? ”

"Wang Ziquan son?" Juner recalled, "It was already late that night. Didn't the Wang Gongzi get off the boat with you? Why did he come back?"

"Are you sure he hasn't come back?" Lu Sheng asked the sentence.

Juner nodded: "OK, because that night, I temporarily dragged some time, and left the ship at the latest. After all, it’s a scent of Kung Fu after you left."

"Yes.....this is strange...." Lu Sheng sinks.

Song Zhenguo also asked a few words in succession, and Juner answered them one by one, no different from what Bush said before. The two could not find a clue, but in desperation, they got off the boat.

"Today's plan, I am afraid that I have to report to the official." Song Zhenguo sighed.

Lu Sheng shook his head: "I am afraid, the newspaper officer is useless..."

Song Zhenguo looked at Lu Sheng and looked at it.

"Song brother, go back first, come here today, the weather is too late." Lu Sheng reminded, "I will participate in the quiz tomorrow."

"Well, I will go back first. If you have any clues about your birth in the month, you must remember to inform me." Song Zhenguo sighed again and separated from Lu Sheng.

Watching Song Zhenguo get on the carriage and gradually move away. When Lu Shengyi recalled the question before the butterfly and Juner, the reaction of the other party was not flawed.

"It seems that they are not lying, but if the red boat is not the one we used to sit before, how can my money bag fall on the top?" Lu Sheng was puzzled.

He vaguely felt that he might be involved in a new trouble.

.................

Song Zhenguo sat in the carriage and sighed.

He is a person who is empathetic and righteous. Wang Ziquan is after his work with him. There is still no news until now. In any case, he has to give the king an account.

Moreover, Ziquan is also his friend's brother. If he disappears, he will disappear. Such a big man is on the banks of the Songbai River.

"It's hard to be....." He suddenly thought of a possibility, "Is it impossible to fall into the river!" When he thought of this, he was chilling.

"No! Live to see people, die to see the dead! Purple spring is what I brought out, if it is really something, then it is my Song Zhenguo's responsibility!" Song Zhenguo hearted a sigh, set his heart. "If Ziquan really has something to do, I will go to the newspaper!"

He has already decided in his heart.

"Well, what about Juner?" He thought about it and thought of his own bitter love. In a month, he will spend thousands of silver tickets on the top, just to keep Jun's complete, and not let other guests order her. For this matter, the old father of the family has been arguing with him no less than ten times.

At the thought of this, Song Zhenguo had another headache.

When he arrived at home in a hurry, he got off the bus and paid the money. When he entered the courtyard, he rushed to his room and didn't want to see anyone at home.

A few of the maids saw him and wanted to greet him with greetings. He couldn’t see him in the blink of an eye.