Mo also thought of this possibility at the same time. If this small courtyard has been exposed and the flower girl has been away for so long, perhaps someone has already come here.
Li Heng yawned, leaning on the soft couch in a daze and closing his eyes, "Tonight, sleep with ease. Even if someone comes, it will be tomorrow."
Nan Lingzi still wanted to ask why, but Li Heng's breathing had become long and uniform, and he was obviously asleep.
There was no words for a night, the small courtyard has been very calm, there is no abnormal noise.
Early in the morning, Nan Lingzi and Mo Xin tauntedly opened the door and walked out. They looked at each other and could see the faint exhaustion on each other's face. None of them slept.
Li Heng went out full of energy, and saw the look of the two seeing ghosts, "Why did you go at night? Why are your faces so ugly?"
Mo pursed his mouth without speaking, and went straight back to the room, but Nan Lingzi didn't dare to shake Li Heng's face, so he obediently replied, "The wind was a bit cold last night, so I didn't sleep well."
"Mingjue, you didn't sleep well?"
Li Heng looked at Mingjue who had just left the room, with the same gray complexion and the same black eye circles.
"Yes, son."
Mingjue lowered his head blankly.
Li Heng hummed twice and grinned, "Have you ever heard a saying that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in hurry?"
"What do you mean?"
Nan Lingzi asked.
"Not very capable, and courageous."
Li Heng said.
Fifty miles outside the city, there is a peach forest, about 30 to 40 acres, in the forest there is a pavilion called Lizhai.
There is a stone table in the pavilion. There are four round stools beside the table. At this time, two men are sitting facing each other in the pavilion.
There was a remnant chess game on the stone table, and moist dew could be vaguely seen on the shoulders of the two of them. It was obvious that they had not been sitting here for a short time.
"It's already the third wave," the man on the left with a tall hair crown, a dark brocade robe, a warm jade hung around his waist, and his narrow eyes are constantly shining." They are really persevering, and they just came forward to die."
The man on the right had his hair tied up casually, wearing a very ordinary cotton robe, and no accessories at his waist. Zhou Zheng's face was hung with a warm smile, and his eyes were shiny.
Hearing this, he smiled and said: "You should always have some hope. It is boring to give up easily."
"You let the flower girl come to pick up people, are you afraid that the son will be angry?"
The man on the left looked up at him, silently pinched a black stone and landed on the chessboard.
"The Saint Son is the heir chosen by the Holy Land, and naturally has a broad mind. How can we account for these trivial matters?"
"Why was the flower girl carried back?"
"That kid has a tendon."
"Come less, the flower girl can't be more clever, how could he kneel all day if it wasn't for that saint to make things difficult?"
"Hugh is nonsense. Since the Son is willing to come, he naturally knows the origin, how can he make things difficult?"
"Humph!"
The two fell silent again, each staring at the chessboard without speaking. A faint clanging sound resounded from afar in the peach forest, and the voices were suddenly far and near, and occasionally a burst of petals could be seen in the peach forest and falling everywhere.
"… I won."
The man on the right picked up a white piece and landed on the chessboard, raised his head and smiled.
"All night, just for the layout of this chess piece," the man on the left stared at the board, his voice a little low, "I didn't notice it until the last step."
"It's just a coincidence."
"cut!"
The sun rose high, the sun shone into the peach forest, and a faint fragrance of flowers appeared. The two had left the pavilion and walked slowly into the depths of the peach forest.
The pink petals covered the open space, but the two of them were silent under their feet, as if not even the petals were stepped on, until a large mess appeared in front of them.
A large pit about three feet wide appeared in the depths of Taolin, filled with blood-stained corpses.
"Jade Immortal Sect, Promise Sect, White Feather Holy Land, Lingxu Holy Land," the cloth-robed man looked at the corpse in the pit and said calmly: "There are also Jinyang Hall, Lingxiao Hall, and Aura Holy Land, they are all here."
"It's just some outside disciples."
The man in Jinpao said.
"It's just outside disciples, but they have lost nearly a hundred Wuling Guards."
"Let me take it next time."
"If you take action, you will not only be an outer disciple."
"Damn it, they are expected, we can only guard against it."
"... Let's go."
Li Heng looked at the bubbling black pot in a daze. Nan Lingzi and Mo stayed in their rooms, and there were only him and Mingjue in the yard.
"My son, Po Liu hasn't come today."
Mingjue had been standing at the door. Usually, Po Liu had already arrived at this time and the food was ready, but today she hasn't seen it for a long time.
"Someone sent us food today," Li Heng said, "don't wait."
Nan Lingzi quietly opened the gap in the window to look out, and found that Li Heng hadn't paid attention to him, and immediately gestured to Mingjue.
Mingjue's gaze flickered slightly, standing still on the spot, Nan Lingzi changed his expression, and looked at him pleadingly with his hands clasped together.
Li Heng sighed and said, "People are here, come out if you want to see them."
Nan Lingzi's expression stiffened, and he immediately looked at the courtyard gate. No one appeared there, but soon he felt that someone was indeed approaching.
"please."
When Mingjue stood still outside the door, he opened the courtyard door, stepped back silently, and made a please gesture.
The two people outside the door looked at each other and there was a difference. One of them looked up and down Mingjue, wondering: "Are you waiting for us?"
"The son is waiting."
"Let's go."
The other person smiled slightly and walked into the yard. At a glance, he saw a black pot of raging flames raging in the middle of the yard. The pot was gurgling and steaming, and the fragrance of medicine could still be vaguely smelled.
"sit."
Li Heng lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two of them, then raised his chin, and there were two chairs on the opposite side.
The expressions of the two moved slightly, and they felt a little weird in their hearts, "Holy Son has guessed that we will come?"
Li Heng glanced at the two of them, his eyes fixed on the man wearing a cotton robe on the left, "The flowers are useless, the city lord of Qinghua."
"Yes."
Hua Wuyou affirmed, and her eyes were even more surprised.
Li Heng said earnestly: "You have moved all the houses within ten miles of this yard. It seems that I have already expected that I will rent here. It seems to know me well, I think we haven't seen it before?"
"The Son of God is so famous, Useless is very admired."
"You mean I was too high-profile in the past?"
"Don't dare."
"Well, Liu Po's steamed buns are delicious, it's a pity," Li Heng stretched his waist and slowly smiled at Hua Wuyou, "When was Qinghua City exposed?"
"half year ago."
"Huacheng Lord, this person next to you is not from Qinghuacheng," Li Heng said suddenly, "If he spies around again, I don't mind being more high-profile."