Xuanxia

Chapter 1132 Weird Thoughts
Wu Yan lived in a side courtyard on the east side of Xishuo City. Ning Wushu naturally found out about this through the influence of the Hong family.

When the four of them arrived at the side courtyard, they saw a middle-aged man leaving happily with a stack of manuscripts.

"That's the boss of Langhuan Bookstore."

Qiu Chan recognized the man at a glance: "Wu Yan's books are sold in his store, right?"

"Langhuan Book Club?"

The handsome man was slightly startled again: "What's his name?"

Langhuan...

Another name that shouldn't appear.

Is it really because too many people suddenly poured in, causing problems with my arrangement and calculations?
"not sure."

This time it was Tang Jiao who answered. She pondered, "I just remember that he had a very strange last name, Cang?"

Cang?!

The handsome man's expression changed again.

Cang Yun?!
How can this be?

Cang Yun didn't enter here at all. He should have been stopped by Ning Baimei... or Fang Ruyue!
He closed his eyes, trying to confirm the current situation in Xishuo City, especially the strange bookstore owner, but Ning Wushu's voice had already sounded in his ears: "Mr. Fu? What's wrong?"

"..."

The handsome man had no choice but to open his eyes and smiled: "Nothing, let's go in."

There was no expression on his face, but he was already extremely uneasy in his heart.

A little later... a little later, I must go and see what is going on.

Who is this Boss Cang?
But now, he could only follow Ning Wushu and the others into the side courtyard... If they became suspicious at this time and felt more uneasy, everything would become more unstable.

The handsome man felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have come here to play the role of Fu Qingzhou. He should have spent some time to stabilize Xishuo City.

But on second thought, this might not be a bad thing. If I hadn't come, I might not have discovered these subtle problems. If I let them develop, it might cause even greater trouble.

While he was thinking, he had already followed Ning Wushu, Qiu Chan and Tang Jiao into the side courtyard.

As soon as he entered the side courtyard, he saw Wu Yan.

He was dressed as a scholar and looked a little dull. He was sitting in the yard, holding a scroll in his hand. There was a painting of a woman on the scroll, and he was staring at the woman in the painting in a daze.

"Mr. Wu?"

When he saw him, Ning Wushu's eyes suddenly lit up and he called out softly.

Wu Yan was slightly startled and shifted his gaze over: "You are..."

"I would rather not have books than not be a fan of yours!"

Ning Wushu shouted happily, then winked at the maid behind him. Tang Jiao curled her lips and walked forward to hand over the pastries.

"I heard that Mr. Wu likes Xiyulou's cakes, so I bought them specially."

Ning Wushu said happily: "I just want... to meet Mr. Wu."

Wu Yan looked at the pastries that were delivered to him, and his eyes lit up slightly.

At this moment, Tang Jiao, who should have put down the box of pastries and returned immediately, suddenly saw the painting in Wu Yan's hand - she was too close to see it clearly just now, but now she could see the details clearly.

"Zhu Mei?!"

Tang Jiao blurted out, and then covered her mouth in surprise.

"Zhu Mei?" Wu Yan looked at her in surprise: "Who are you? Do you know her?"

"I……"

Tang Jiao shook her head blankly: "I don't..."

"Brother Wu!"

The handsome man suddenly interrupted their conversation loudly.

He walked over with a big laugh, clasped his hands and said, "Brother Wu, long time no see!"

"You are……"

Wu Yan cast his gaze towards him. He was briefly bewildered at first, but then he quickly "remembered" and suddenly realized: "Brother Fu!"

Even though he recognized his "old friend", he didn't smile and was still a little stiff, but he still stood up and bowed earnestly with his fists clasped.

“Hahahaha, I didn’t expect you to write me into the book.” The handsome man walked forward with a smile and patted Wu Yan on the shoulder: “You have to buy me a drink!”

"Of course, of course."

Wu Yan was a little unresponsive to the group of people who suddenly came to his house. After being at a loss for a moment, he put down the painting in his hand and said, "Everyone, come in and talk. Come in and talk."

The handsome man hugged Wu Yan and walked into the house, and Ning Wushu followed happily.

It was Tang Jiao and Qiu Chan.

Tang Jiao was still staring at the painting on the table in the courtyard, but Qiu Chan was looking at the back of "Fu Qingzhou" and frowned.

"what happened?"

After a while, Tang Jiao raised her head and looked at her good sister: "Why are you frowning? It's so ugly."

"Shut up, damn girl."

Qiu Chan rolled her eyes at her: "Don't you think today is weird?"

"Have……"

Tang Jiao nodded in agreement.

She counted on her fingers: "I obviously don't know that Mr. Fu, but I subconsciously looked over when I heard his name; I have never seen the woman in the painting, but I know her name is Zhu Mei? And..."

"...Also, I think the person in the room is not Fu Qingzhou."

Qiu Chan said in a deep voice.

Tang Jiao's eyes flashed with shock, and she nodded vigorously: "Me too!"

Qiu Chan bit her lip and whispered, "Should we..."

"Is he possessed by evil spirits?" Tang Jiao asked.

Qiu Chan rolled her eyes again: "I want to ask, have we forgotten something?"

"What can I forget?"

Tang Jiao was confused: "I remember it very clearly. The young lady sent me out to buy things early this morning. Yesterday I was at home reading with the young lady. The day before yesterday..."

She counted a few days in one breath, and then continued: "... and last month, the young lady just came last month, that day we went outside the city to meet... to pick her up..."

When she said this, her eyes suddenly became blank.

After the confusion, there is concentration.

"Qiu Chan."

Tang Jiao's voice trembled a little: "I don't seem to remember what it looks like outside the city."

"Me too." Qiu Chan clenched her fists: "I think there is a problem!"

"What should I do?"

Tang Jiao's forehead was already sweating: "Should we talk to the master about this?"

"Do not."

Qiu Chan took a few deep breaths and looked determined: "We don't know what the problem is, nor do we know what we have forgotten. More importantly, we don't know who did this to us!"

"Then what should we do?" Tang Jiao walked closer to her and asked in a low voice.

Qiu Chan narrowed her eyes and whispered, "There is definitely something wrong with that 'Mr. Fu'! When Mr. Wu was asking you about the woman in the painting just now, he interrupted you so deliberately!"

"Then let's..."

Tang Jiao's eyes gleamed: "Tie him up and interrogate him?"

As soon as she finished making this suggestion, she was obviously shocked herself: "I'm just saying, saying..."

"It's not realistic to tie him up."

Qiu Chan shook her head slightly and looked towards the house cautiously: "If he is really the one causing trouble, we probably can't do anything to him... He might be very powerful."

From time to time, the laughter of Ning Wushu and "Fu Qingzhou" could be heard in the room, but Wu Yan spoke very little.

"Then..." Tang Jiao lowered her voice even more: "Can we try to get closer to him and get some information out of him?"

"I think so."

Qiu Chan hummed: "He suddenly approached us, he must have a purpose, we might as well take advantage of him..."

(End of this chapter)