It was late at night, and the quiet King's Mansion was a little unsettled at this time.
Above the high wall, dozens of black shadows leaped up, but the person at the head was dressed in purple. The evil eyes swept across the somewhat hazy palace under the light of the lanterns, and the corner of his mouth evoked an unidentified smile.
The night was dark and windy, and it was time to start.
I saw him wave his hand lightly, and the men in black who were following him immediately left the strings like arrows, and quickly dispersed to all corners of the palace, floating like a ghost, no one noticed.
Dongting Wangyu raised her eyebrows when she saw that her guard was not as good as the last time in the palace of the British King. Sure enough, she had to search again while Xiao Xu was away.
This time, he brought the dark guards who were best at light skills, with extremely strong concealment ability, so it was no problem to escape the guards inside.
So he glanced at the direction, flew up, and walked towards the study.
Success or failure is here.
At this time, Chu Qingyan and his group had already stopped to rest.
The fire is burning.
Fire Spirit arranges guards to guard in turn. Now in this place where there is no front of the village and no shop, safety is very important, because it is said that there are often robbers here, and at night, ferocious beasts will appear, so Fire Spirit Don't let your guard down.
It was already late autumn, and the night was very cold, so it was not suitable to sleep in the carriage, but Chu Qingyan had already made preparations. She ordered someone to take out the contents of the carriage. At first, everyone didn't know that What, but when the wood spirit commander propped up on the ground, everyone was surprised to find that this thing could actually be propped up and evolved into tents.
Chu Qingyan nodded with satisfaction. When she was in the palace, she just described the appearance and material of the things to Mu Ling, but Mu Ling was able to comprehend it and started to make it at once. Ability is power.
This kind of tent imitates the tent style of outdoor camping in the world. The fabric is made of Xixuanguo's special ink spinning yarn. It is not easy to breathe, and it is light.
The Emperor Taishang looked around with his hands behind his back, stroked his beard, and said to Chu Qingyan without thinking, "Yan girl, the things you have there are really good."
Chu Qingyan was ashamed, Grandpa Huang, is it really good for you to say it so carelessly
When Xiao Xu heard the words, she turned to look at her, and she immediately pretended to be dead!
"Okay, I'll sleep here tonight alone!" The Emperor Taishang ignored Chu Qingyan's embarrassment at all, chose a tent, got inside and sighed comfortably.
Chu Qingyan and Xiao Xu each chose a tent, and then went to rest.
It was late at night, and there was only the sound of firewood burning "Phuhu" and the mountain wind blowing.
The night was still quiet.
Xiao Xu was lying in this tent, covered with a quilt that had been exposed to the sun, and could still feel the temperature of the sun just now. He curled his lips slightly, and had to say, this little guy gave him too many surprises in this short day.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard footsteps slowly moving from the side, and then saw a shadow reflected on his tent through the firelight, and finally the shadow hesitated outside for a while before raising his hand and patting it. his tent.
"Big ice cube, can I sleep with you tonight?"
At this time, in the Royal Palace, the men in black were conducting a carpet-like search.
Dongting Wangyu just landed by the window of the study, and two dark guards fell on the beam, and swung their swords towards him.
Dongting Wangyu did not expect that even if Xiao Xu took away the elite, there were still such powerful secret guards in his house, but he was already prepared.
The folding fan around his waist pulled up, and with a light block, one person's knife was blocked, and when he turned sideways, the other person's swung knife was also dodged.
At this time, there was a flash of evil in Dongting Wangyu's eyes, and the folding fan that blocked the knife suddenly opened, just in time for the evening wind, and the powder on the folding fan rushed towards the two dark guards. Trick, just fell to the ground.
It was only a blink of an eye from when they landed to when the three fought to the end.
Master tricks, it is so fast! Didn't startle anyone!
Dongting Wangyu put away his fan, shook his head and said, "What this young master dislikes the most is the use of knives and swords, which affects his demeanor too much."
So he stepped over the two of them, jumped, and entered the study through the window.
There were no candles in the study, and the arrangement of the room could only be discerned by the bright moonlight.
He walked to the desk, flipped through the copy on it, searched carefully, then turned around to the bookshelf, flipping through it one by one.
Look around to see if there is a mechanism, or a hidden blind spot.
Although the fight just now was silent, it was inevitable that someone would pass by and his heart would be exposed, so he still managed to be agile.
But he searched for a long time, but found nothing.
He couldn't help squinting, could it be that he wasn't here
At this time, he felt that someone was approaching, his eyes sank, and he turned to put the things on the desk away.
It was only when his fingers touched a wooden box, he paused for a while, and then he looked for something, but he didn't pay attention to what was inside, but remembered that it was a stack of paper, so he reopened it and picked up the top one, which was in the moonlight. Squinting to identify.
The treasure bun is loosely pulled, and the makeup is lightly made up. The green smoke and green mist cover is light, and the flying flocculent hairspring is uncertain.
Seeing each other is like not seeing, how affectionate is ruthless. After Shengge dissipated, I woke up from the wine, and the deep courtyard was quiet.
Poet Sima Guang
The signature is Chu Qingyan.
Dongting Wangyu thinks this poem is well written, but who is Sima Guang? Why hasn't he heard of this man
It's just that this word is really not flattering. He remembered the little face that was a little distressed by him on the tree, and couldn't help chuckling.
But at this moment, the sound of footsteps approached, his expression softened, he tucked the poem into his sleeve, and jumped out of the study.
People flashed out of the yard and heard a loud noise, thinking that the two secret guards had already been discovered, Dongting Wangyu smiled lightly, a kind of pleasure of doing bad things!
People flickered in the house, and soon left the house.
In the end, he stood still outside the wall, and the men in black had come back one after another.
The headed man in black stepped forward and said, "Report to the young palace master, the subordinates and others have already searched the British palace, but did not find such a thing. The subordinate suspects that this thing is not in the British palace."
Dongting Wangyu leaned against the tree lazily, knocked the folding fan in the palm of his hand, and said in a low voice, "Could it be that Xiao Xu took it away?"
"My subordinates think it's very possible!" The man in black replied.
Dongting Wangyu sighed lightly, pretending to be annoyed, "It's a bit nerve-racking, what this young master dislikes the most is running around!"
Eh - all the people of the night are full of black lines.
"However, in order to get the things back, this young master should make a trip in person!"
Young Master, if you want to go sightseeing, just say it, we won't say anything!
"I heard that Xiao Xu and the others are going to mine this time, and the little girl is there, chi chi--it's very strange to think about it!"
Young master, novel? I have a bad feeling!
"Let's go, let's go mining together!"
Such a young master, they are used to it!