Ji Yanran didn't change her face: "I washed it, really."
"You didn't wash it." Yun Yifeng said patiently, "I've been watching since you entered the hospital."
The little maid waiting on the side couldn't help pursing her lips, and Concubine Hui who had just entered the room also slapped Ji Yanran with a smile: "How old is she, and she's still playing tricks on these trivial things, hurry up and wash your hands, the small kitchen There is also a bowl of lotus seed soup warming for you." After speaking, he said to Yun Yifeng, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"Just now I heard from the lord that there is still work to do outside the avatar." Yun Yifeng said, "Why don't I come to eat with the concubine another day."
"How urgent can it be that you don't even have time to eat?" Concubine Hui patted his hand, "Don't listen to Yan Ran, when he came back to see me, he was always in such a hurry. A basket is not the same."
In view of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang's performance on weekdays is really bad, and he basically has no integrity at all, so this time the two of them took a lot of effort to escape from Concubine Hui's palace. On the way back, Yun Yifeng joked: "It turns out that the prince is not just talking nonsense in front of me."
"That was before." Ji Yanran promised, "In the future, in the future, I will definitely not lie to you."
Or, we can cheat others together.
The two of them were talking, when they saw an official hurriedly approaching from the opposite side. He was about forty or fifty years old, and he was coughing, and he was in a trance. If the eunuch beside him reminded him, he would hardly have seen Ji Yanran and Yun Yi. wind.
"My lord." He hurriedly saluted.
Ji Yanran was concerned: "Master Wang, is he suffering from the wind and cold again?"
"I'm sick, it's okay." The other party waved his hand, "The emperor has something to call, so I will leave first."
Yun Yifeng watched him go all the way, and reminded: "This lord seems to be really sick."
"He is Wang Wanshan from the Imperial Academy." Ji Yanran said, "In addition to this lord surnamed Wang, there are also Wang Zhixia from the Ministry of Rites and Wang Dong from the Ministry of Households in the court, all of which may be the 'Master Wang' in the witch's curse back then. "
"It's not difficult to let Fengyumen help to watch. But it has been more than ten years since the Lianhua Sect met the witch, and the other party has not shown any abnormalities for such a long time. I am afraid that if you continue to stare, it may not be fruitful. .”
"So the emperor plans to release the news of the witch and the secret map of Zichuan in the city first, and then send troops to protect the three adults. This is on the bright side." Ji Yanran said, "As for the secret, I will leave it to the Fengyumen." Of course. , The "protection" here actually means more monitoring and deterrence, lest the other party hand over the Zichuan secret map to others in a hurry.
And the reward this time can finally be taken out of the treasury in a legitimate way. It is said that there is a more majestic pastel vat there, with a narrow mouth and a big belly, with magpies and phoenixes painted on it, which is quite festive and auspicious.
Well worth moving back to.
…
In addition to scouting for news, Fengyumen is also quite handy in "spreading rumors" and "refusing rumors". In less than two days, rumors about "the story of the witch, Zichuan Mitu and Lord Wang" have spread. Li Jing summoned Wang Zhixia, Wang Dong, and Wang Wanshan into the palace, and questioned them carefully. As expected, they didn't ask anything, and all three of them denied it, saying that they had never seen a witch, let alone any secret map of Zichuan. .
"I heard some rumors before, saying that there is a peerless sword hidden in the secret map." Wang Zhixia cried out again and again, "But I am a scholar, what do you want that big sword for? Let alone kill people for it!"
"I will find out about this myself." Li Jing comforted, "I will also dispatch the imperial army to protect Aiqing every step of the way."
The other two Lord Wangs naturally received the same treatment. The mansion was completely besieged, and people watched even when they drank their saliva. Apart from being able to move freely, the rest were no different from being in prison.
As a result, Master Wang Zhixia, a well-known middle-aged and elderly romantic talent in Daliang, has not been able to see his confidante for half a month, and his hair has become dozens of gray.
And the rumors are rampant, and there is an upgraded version, saying that the witch's old lover has heard the news, is furious, and is going to Wangcheng to seek revenge from Lord Wang!
Wang Zhixia said in surprise, "Huh?"
"Yes, sir." The servant said, "It's so mysterious, that lover is also a witch, who can change shape, hide himself, pass through walls, recite spells, and take people's heads from 800 miles away. Listen! It's scary."
Wang Zhixia twitched his lips and sighed: "Tell me, tell me about those two people, what kind of trouble did they cause?"
All kinds of sorrows were added together, and seven or eight poems were written on the spot.
The disciples of Fengyumen copied two pages and came back, full of gloomy clouds and mist, sometimes lamenting his own fate, sometimes sad that he failed to dream of the beauty of Yaochi last night, and finally complaining about his own father, what is his last name? Want to be surnamed Wang
Yun Yifeng said: "In short, this Lord Wang Zhixia seems to have been wronged."
Ji Yanran asked, "Where are the other two?"
"The other two are much more normal." Yun Yifeng replied, "Apart from being busy with business, they just stay at home, eat and sleep honestly, and there is nothing unusual about it for the time being."
As for the news that "the witch's lover wants revenge" that has been circulated recently in Zhengsheng, it is not from Fengyumen, nor does it seem to be made up by the common people. It is completely unreasonable to pass on so fast and neatly if it is not novel or exciting.
Certain people and certain things lurking in the dark seem to be revealing their tails.
Dark clouds are pressing down on the environment, and the mountains and rain are about to come.
Li Jing also heard about this rumor, so he made a special trip to order Ji Yanran to protect the three of them. In this way, Wang Dong, Wang Zhixia and Wang Wanshan were escorted all the way by the Imperial Forest Army even when they went to court every day, followed by a long and mighty line behind them, the team twisted around like a thick python, which was very annoying Attention.
My Lord Wang Zhixia was so worried... Sitting in a small sedan chair, I couldn't see the sky, the earth, and the beauty, and I choked out a sad and desolate long Fu.
And Wang Wanshan, who has been in poor health, is coughing like a broken bellows, and the sound can be heard three feet away, trembling, and the road is almost unsteady.
"I said Old Wang, Brother Wang." One of the court officials, Mr. Yuchi, who had a good relationship with him, was so anxious from coughing that he dragged him to a remote place and complained in a low voice, "It's all like this, what are you doing?" Chao, if you don’t go home and take good care of it, will you lose your life?”
"I have a lot of things, cough, where can I rest." Wang Wanshan frowned, and after a while, he continued, "Besides, it's nothing more than usual, but now the city is full of noise, I want to hide at home and not come out. Doesn't it seem more ghostly?"
"Honestly." Master Yuchi looked around, then lowered his voice, "What exactly is the secret map of Zichuan, isn't it really in your hands?"
"I... even you believe it?" Wang Wanshan waved his hands again and again, his face turned paler and paler, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or anxiety, "I am a majestic court official, a fourth-rank official, looking for a fart's treasure!"
After finishing speaking, he shook his sleeves angrily and left.
"If you don't have it, you don't have it. I can't ask even if I ask?" Master Yuchi hurried to catch up, lest the old and sick ghost fall into the pool in a fit of anger.
The last Lord Wang Dong is also swearing curses to his wife in the 800th chapter.
"You even found out my private money hidden in the rice jar. How can I hide a treasure map?"
"Maybe it's because I'm too strict on weekdays, that's why you're so hot-headed, and someone in the rivers and lakes tricked you with treasure? Tell me, is there such a possibility?"
"..."
Hair is too long, knowledge is too short, there is no way to reason!
In short, these three adults have been quite devastated recently.
Yun Yifeng had a sudden thought: "Is there Master Wang in the court?"
"No." Ji Yanran said, "There are only three possibilities, either the witch is lying, or the Lianhua Cult is lying, or a Master Wang is lying."
The witch's curse happened more than ten years ago. The Lianhua Sect has always only recognized money. There is really no reason to offend Fengyumen and the court at the same time.
Qingyue came in from outside the courtyard, this time she finally remembered to knock on the door. He whispered a few words in the master's ear, and said: "It's at the Baitang Escort Bureau."
Yun Yifeng became energetic in an instant: "Really?"
Qingyue is certain: "It's absolutely true, I just finished my business last night, and I guess I will leave Wangcheng tomorrow."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Yun Yifeng slapped the table, causing the Feiluan sword to buzz, "Go now!"
Ji Yanran looked at it inexplicably: "What happened, is it Jiang Hu's case or Mr. Wang's case?"
"It has nothing to do with Mr. Wang." Yun Yifeng replied, "Personal grievances."
As for what this personal grievance is...
In the Baitang Escort, a group of little maids were hiding outside the door, muttering softly, their faces turning red one by one, and giggling from time to time, exuding the innocence and cuteness unique to girls. When it comes to delivering tea and water, they have to give way for a long time, and finally pick the most daring one to go in, and tell her to push the door wider and move more slowly—after all, only the cold-blooded people in this kind of rivers and lakes legend Young master, you can't just see it casually, you have to read enough books.
There are fruits and snacks on the round table, all of which are bought from the best and most expensive shops in Wangcheng, without even half a worm eye scar.
"Eat." He propped his forehead with one hand, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his voice sounded a little distressed, "Isn't it because I didn't let you go to bed last night? Why did you lose your temper?"
The little maid hurriedly stopped in her tracks.
"Let you sleep in my arms tonight, you can do whatever you want, how about it? Alright, eat quickly."
The little maid blushed when she heard this, this...
"Look at your fat belly. Logically speaking, you shouldn't buy these."
The little maid thought happily, so the young master likes fatter people, that's just right, I, I, I... I am also quite fat.
"Be obedient, and comb after eating."
The little maid put her ears closer in doubt, what do you want after eating
In the room, Mu Chengxue looked at the fat mink on the plate, feeling distressed from the bottom of his heart.
My temper is getting bigger and bigger.
"Sister Hong, Sister Hong, come out!" Suddenly another servant girl called softly outside the courtyard, "There are guests at home again, and they are also two very good-looking young masters!"
Mu Chengxue: "..."
Ever since, before Fat Mink had time to take a bite of the sweet snack, he was carried into his arms again, bumping all the way until he became dizzy.
The snow-white thin horse galloped like thunder on the mountain road.
The prosperous and magnificent royal city was thrown farther and farther away, almost turning into a small dot, and the sky was full of stars.
Fat Diao squeezed half of his head out of his arms, but he was not angry now, and looked very lively and excited.
Mu Chengxue had an ominous premonition in his heart, and felt that he seemed to have fallen into a trap.
And the killer's sixth sense is always on point.
Sure enough, a moment later, the skinny horse suddenly raised its front hooves, barely stopped, and stomped on the spot a little anxiously.
On the opposite mountain road, Feishuangjiao was standing in the moonlight with its head held high, its mane facing the wind, like a silver waterfall covering its body.
Riding on the horse, Yun Yifeng stretched out his hand angrily, and said concisely: "Give me back the mink!"