Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 95: The meeting of the double lotus

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Time moves forward without discrimination, regardless of the distinction between countries and regions. This is the late spring of the seventh year of Tiansha Qianqiu, and it is also the late spring of the 16th year of Wuji Zhengning.

In the late spring of this year, some people fought against all kinds of poisonous rice dumplings in the Changhan mountain range of Tiansha, and escaped from death again and again;

On the light boat on the green lake, amidst the silk curtains, beautiful young girls with beautiful eyebrows each hold bamboo strings and play happily, with a clear and clear sound, blending with the light fragrance in the white jade tea cup and the mist in the lake.

The water was shimmering, making people's eyebrows rippling, a light purple sleeve inlaid with dark silver dragon pattern brushed the table of Huali Xiaoji, gently holding the pot to pour tea, the fingers holding the pot were long and slender.

"This frost-leaf tea is a special product of my Wuji Shuangshan Mountain. The tea tree is born on the cliff, and it is still green after frost. …Princess, please taste.”

The white jade teacup is gloomy in the clear water, reflecting the perfect and impeccable smile of the owner. The owner, who is sitting in the boat in light clothes, gently pushes the teacup over. He stopped just right at the half-foot distance between the host and the guest, and raised his head high.

Complete respect, royal protocol.

The guest seat on the left, with the same well-maintained and slender fingers, picked up the teacup, covered his mouth with his sleeve and took a sip, then put it down gently, and said with a smile, "It's really good, frivolous and beautiful, with endless aftertaste, deep To get the essence of the tea family, if I hadn’t been a practitioner, I’m afraid I would have been greedy for such eloquence.”

She raised her eyes and looked at the seat with a smile. There was a slight hint of disappointment in her eyes, but that wave of light was fleeting, as if it had never appeared at all.

Princess Folian, sitting upright like a lotus flower, has an elegant posture.

"The princess has come from a long way, can the journey be smooth?" The owner is naturally the eldest grandson Wuji, who is asking with a smile, with a serious expression, "My palace is rude, but I didn't ask the Ministry of Rites to accept the princess."

"I came to Wuji just as a side trip when I traveled to the mainland to pay homage to famous mountains and ancient temples," Folian smiled, "I dare not work for your state-owned department, the crown prince is bothering you."

"Having said that, the princess doesn't have many guards, so her safety is in danger." The eldest grandson Wuji lowered his head and carefully washed the pot with boiling water himself, gently turning his fingers on the warm cup, and said calmly, "Although I Wuji can rule the people, But it is unavoidable that some robbers and robbers haunt the Dao, it is rare for the princess to be able to travel a long distance safely with only these few guards from her own country, it is really a blessing, but also a worry."

"Women who believe in themselves are protected by the gods, and all evils will not invade." Princess Folian folded her palms together and lightly proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Behind her, the little maid Mingruo blinked, and a look of doubt flashed in her eyes. She didn't understand why the princess didn't mention Tie Cheng, who was escorting her all the way, and why the princess didn't follow the promise to help the young man who sent an escort to escort her. People ask for credit, but she cleverly pursed her lips and remained silent. No matter what, the princess is always right.

The eldest grandson Wuji looked at Princess Folian without changing his smile, and suddenly said softly, "Princess, is she here to return the Xuanji map?"

Princess Folian's body trembled.

The air suddenly fell silent, although the sound of the shengxiao still continued, it was a little far away in the hearts of those who were concerned.

"The prince is joking." After a while, Folian lowered her eyelashes, "Why is the Xuanji map kept and disposed of by me? You should ask my father."

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled but did not answer, leaning his body slightly, staring at the shimmering lake water in a trance, tapping his fingers lightly on the rosewood table, the sound was crisp, snatch, snatch, snatch.

Every time that voice sounded, Princess Folian's face turned pale, she bit her lips lightly, and looked at Changsun Wuji resentfully, but Changsun Wuji didn't avoid his eyes, raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile, until he saw her He lowered his eyes again.

"Since the princess has come to me in Wuji, it is indeed a good fortune for my country. The day before yesterday, I met the divine monk Master Kongshan, and he also mentioned the princess to me. We will meet each other and study Buddhism together." The eldest grandson Wuji thought for a while, and said, "The Cangshan resort is away from the palace. Master Kongshan's Huayan Temple is very close, how about asking the Ministry of Rites to arrange you in the Cangshan Pavilion?"

"Let it be arranged by the prince." Folian bowed her body, smiling calmly, but her eyes were slightly lost.

"Shouldn't the princess be arranged to live in the palace?" The little maid Ming Ruo interrupted suddenly, "She misses the queen very much."

"Mingruo, don't talk too much! Is this where you are talking?" Folian turned her head slightly and scolded Mingruo, and then apologized to her grandson Wuji, "My maidservant has been spoiled by my palace, and I don't know how to behave. The prince forgives me."

"It doesn't matter." Changsun Wuji still smiled, but refused to say one more word.

"It's just..." Princess Folian's eyes fluttered, and she said sweetly, "I haven't seen you for many years. I really miss the queen empress very much. I hope the prince will have time to arrange an audience with me."

"This is natural." The eldest grandson Wuji said lightly, "The empress has also gained a lot of experience in Buddhism in recent years. Now that the princess is coming, she must be happy, but she is in retreat recently, and she has ordered me not to see anyone. The palace does not dare to disobey, but practitioners pay attention to chance, thinking that the princess and the queen are now Buddhist believers, and they are so devout and sincere, there must be a chance to meet each other."

"That's good." Folian didn't say any more, and raised the teacup with a smile, "The prince's name of virtuous and filial piety is admired by everyone in the five continents. Jingfan would like to use tea instead of wine to respect the prince."

"Don't dare to be honored as a princess." The eldest grandson Wuji held the teacup lightly, facing each other from a distance.

A pair of nobles from the royal family looked at each other and smiled with elegant speech and perfect etiquette.

In the imperial boat on the lake, the conversation between Yi Rang Gongqian was still going on. On the outskirts of the city, Tie Cheng hurried back with a team of guards. Amid the smoke and dust, he looked back at the city outline and spit on the dust.

"Don't let us send it into the city, just right!"

He swung his whip, he was very happy that Folian refused his proposal to send him into the city, so that he could rush to see Meng Fuyao earlier.

As for Meng Fuyao's advice that he must send her to the eldest grandson Wuji, he was willing to abide by it, but the princess was very polite but resolute in refusing him to send her to the Wuji Palace, and Tie Cheng couldn't follow him obstinately, not to mention he had already Tired of this damn lotus princess, putting on airs all day long, smiling like a mud-bodied woodcarving in a temple.

Let her go face to face with Changsun Wuji, the guy who can't even touch his smile!

"drive!"

Tiecheng was happy and relieved, and ran to Tiansha.

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"Where is your Black Wind Cavalry now?" Meng Fuyao crouched not far from the majestic Pandu City Gate, under the cover of a big bamboo hat, he furtively whispered to Bei Ye, "I remember you said that in order to preserve strength, the Black Wind Cavalry The main force has already rushed back to Pandu, how do you contact them?"

"They should all be in the city." Zhan Beiye pointed to an inconspicuous mark at the gate of the city for Meng Fuyao to see, "Break the whole into parts and wait for the opportunity to save people."

His expression was slightly relaxed, his eyes gleamed with joy, this was the first time he had shown joy in several days, Meng Fuyao looked at him, and knew that he seemed to be innocent, but in his heart he was deeply hurt by the sacrifice of the Black Wind Cavalry At the same time, Yu Xin was still worried about the safety of his mother and concubine and the rest of the cavalry. Now that the main force of the cavalry was still there, his mother and concubine were safe. Zhan Beiye's heart, which had been held high, finally relaxed a little.

They are all wearing the masks made by Zongyue back then. The faces of Tang Jian, the food transport officer, and his adjutants are even more unknown in this Tiansha country. Ji Yu and the two surviving cavalrymen were ordered by Zhan Beiye to stay. Meng Fuyao was supposed to stay outside the city to recuperate his wounds and take care of him, but Meng Fuyao would not care about him, so he followed him unceremoniously.

There is a constant flow of people at the gate of the city, and the soldiers are heavily guarded. At the front, the guard of the golden armor of Tianshazhijin, with a sullen face, grabs the portraits and compares them one by one. You don’t need to look at it, you are checking Zhan Beiye. Zhan Nancheng hasn’t seen Zhan Beiye for a day. Corpse, one day can not be at ease.

Looking at each other, each saw a sneer look in each other's eyes, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye swaggered past, the gatekeeper sized up the picture and waved his hands to let him go.

The two of them had just walked a few steps when a golden spear suddenly stretched out and lay in front of them.

The tip of the spear was shining brightly, shining a clear golden light under the high sun.

Zhan Beiye stopped, and his eyes slowly slid from the tip of the golden gun to the face of the gunman. It was a guard of the god of gold, with cold and arrogant eyes. He slowly pointed the gun towards Meng Fuyao's chin, and said, " Hold your head up."

Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

But Meng Fuyao immediately squeezed his hand tightly, and at the same time raised her head obediently, and smiled wretchedly at the guard, "My lord, what are your orders?"

The guard remained silent, staring at her with unpredictable eyes, and said for a while, "It's going to be hot weather, what are you doing with such a high collar?"

Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a flattering smile, "My lord, the villain has a hidden disease, that... I have some ugly bumps, the doctor said that I can't see the wind, and I rarely see people, I might infect others, if you don't believe me, take a look..." While chattering, he went to unbutton his collar.

... Hey, Mr. Yuan Bao gnawed on the side of his neck a few days ago, is the scar still there

"Stop!" The golden armored guard raised the tip of his gun in disgust, and pointed at Meng Fuyao's hand, "A child with such an infectious disease dares to come out and harm the world? Go back to your hometown!"

"My hometown is in the city, the third one in Dapan Hutong, and there is a willow tree with a crooked neck in the yard." Meng Fuyao timidly raised his finger in that direction, and smiled apologetically, "Master?"

"Get out!" The guard didn't even glance at her, he turned his finger, and the spear nimbly swept the gun between his fingers, and slapped Meng Fuyao on the ass, "Get out!"

Meng Fuyao immediately fell out exaggeratedly clutching her buttocks, "Ouch!"

She fell a few feet away, fell into the city gate, rolled in the mud, rubbed her buttocks, sat on the ground and winked and called Zhan Beiye, "Brother, come to help brother, ouch, my butt broke in two!"

The defenders inside and outside the city gate burst into laughter, and the guard on the horse pointed his golden gun at Meng Fuyao and laughed, "It's just your thin body board, it's broken and can be used as a washing board!"

Amidst the roar of laughter, Zhan Beiye stood still, his whole body, only his dark flying eyebrows were raised slightly, and his iron-black ebony-like gaze slowly lifted up, and he swept heavily towards the guard.

The guard was watching Meng Fuyao laughing, suddenly felt a chill in his back, like a sudden thorn, suddenly felt a piercing cold feeling, the laughter stopped immediately, he suddenly turned his head.

Meng Fuyao suddenly limped and rushed over to Zhan Beiye, grabbed his hem, and yelled, "Brother, why have you lost your mind again? What are you doing here like a stick, folks?" We are still waiting to pass through the city gate!"

She swayed from side to side, moving Zhan Beiye's head to look into his eyes desperately, as if she was concerned about whether her "brother" was "loosing his mind" because his eyes were confused, but she was actually warning Zhan Beiye with vicious eyes—you If you dare to attack now, I will never end with you!

Her head blocked Zhan Beiye's gaze. The guard was suspicious at first, but when he heard her scream, his eyes showed a look of relief. Just now he was almost jumped up by the gaze on his back. The sword was like a halberd, cold and fierce, with a faint murderous aura, which made him, a veteran of many battles, break into a cold sweat in an instant. It turned out that he was just a lunatic.

The look in the eyes of the lunatic... It is indeed so abnormal.

Glancing contemptuously at Zhan Beiye, the guard waved his golden gun, "Who's mad woman gave birth to a crazy son, and it's embarrassing to bring it out? Don't get out!"

Zhan Beiye trembled.

Meng Fuyao's eyes turned cold.

However, both of them returned to normal immediately, Meng Fuyao took Zhan Beiye's hand, obediently walked over, nodding and bowing while thanking, "Yes..."

She bent down very low, with a flattering face, suddenly said "ah", stepped forward, picked up something in the dust, wiped it on the front of her clothes, and murmured, "... what? thing?"

The guard glanced casually from the horse and was stunned.

It was a bead the size of a finger. Although it was covered with dust, it could still be seen that the whole body was full of green light, with faint white lines of light flowing, like a clever cat's eyes blinking slyly.

It was a cat's-eye gemstone with excellent appearance, and it was worth thousands of gold.

Meng Fuyao looked at the bead stupidly, and murmured, "This stone looks so strange." He stretched out his hand and lifted the jewel up to the guard's horse, "Master, did you drop it?"

She raised her hand high, and in her pure white palm spread out a emerald green cat's-eye gemstone, shining brightly under the sunlight, making the guard breathe hard.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, took the cat's eye gemstone, and said lightly, "Well, it's hard for you to see, thank you."

Meng Fuyao smiled openly, almost wagging her tail, "It should be, it should be."

"Let's go." The guard held the palm gem tightly and waved his hand.

He originally wanted to search the bodies of these two people, but now he was burned by this palm jewel, and his heart was burning hot. The emerald green light flickering through the sunlight dazzled his eyes—this one Gemstones are enough to cover his three-year salary...

Meng Fuyao limped and was supported by Zhan Beiye to walk through the city gate.

Almost the moment they passed through the city gate, the expressions of the two of them in the shadows changed.

Meng Fuyao was smiling, sinister, cunning, murderous and calculating.

Zhan Beiye remained silent, his pure black pupils only looked at Meng Fuyao, and said for a long while, "I'm sorry... I always make you feel wronged."

Meng Fuyao laughed, and said, "It's not wronged to be humiliated by such people, it's enough not to be wronged in the face of life and death."

She blinked and smiled triumphantly, "Besides, I taught him a much harder lesson."

"What kind of medicine is on that bead?" Zhan Beiye asked.

"Zong Yue gave me three kinds of poisons, one for death, one for disability, and one for stupidity." Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, "I didn't want to argue with him, but this person has doubts in his heart, for your safety, Can't be ignored, in fact, I have given him a chance, I will give him some medicine first, if he has a better character and doesn't be greedy for the beads, then he will be stupid at best, but he killed himself and took the opal … hey-hey."

Zhan Beiye looked at her deeply, "Fuyao, you are actually very kind."

"I am kind, but the world forces me to be a wolf." Meng Fuyao laughed, pulled Zhan Beiye's sleeves and ran to the restaurant, "Take me to dinner!"

Zhan Beiye raised his head and looked at the street in front of him. It was a dark gray wide long street with numerous shops on both sides. Curtains of various colors were picked out and filled the whole street. One of the shops had a yellow letter on a red background, which read "Drunk Fugui".

He stared at the wine flag, his eyes flashed, he pointed, and said, "Go, this is a good place to drink."

"Drunk Fugui" really produces good wine, and the first time you enter the store, you can smell the rich and mellow aroma of the wine. Many people lean on the wall to enter (hungry), and then lean on the wall to go out (drunk).

Zhan Beiye generously ordered a table of dishes, and Meng Locust stepped on the bench to eat according to the case. By the way, he also discussed the notices posted on the wall with the diners around. It belonged to "Jiangyang Bandit" Ji Yu, Meng Fuyao pointed to the portrait and called, "Hey, this person looks familiar."

Everyone turned their heads in unison, "Huh?"

Meng Fuyao dragged Zhan Beiye, "Like my big brother!"

Everyone turned around in unison, "Tch—"

Satisfied, Meng Fuyao drank with a smile, took a glass of wine and placed it on the middle of the table, she drank on it, and Master Yuan Bao sneaked his head to the table to drink from below.

After sleeping for a few days, Lord Yuan Bao finally regained his energy. He took a sip on Meng Fuyao's chest as a hero, and sighed with narrowed eyes. He felt that the only advantage of being with Meng Fuyao was to drink as much as he wanted, unlike Follow the master, no more than three cups at a time, how stingy.

Not long after, one man and one mouse got drunk again.

When they were drinking, Zhan Beiye was only serving Meng Fuyao food, he drank very little, his eyes were very bright, and pouring wine for Meng Fuyao was very attentive.

There was a small episode in the meantime, one person played a game of boxing with the other, the loser blushed, slapped the table and cursed, "I have no money today! Tomorrow you go to the flowers in Ximen Hutong to get them, and you won't wait when it's over!"

Another scolded, "How does I know when you're coming?"

"I'm a helper at Yao's house. There are 300 hired workers in his house. His family's hired workers rotate in three shifts. They take a rest every eighth. When it's my turn to rest, I will naturally come over."

"I don't have time to wait for you!"

"Come on! I may have a spare time during Shenshi, you should wait for me there earlier."

"OK!"

This conversation was so noisy that the whole room could hear it, everyone laughed and listened, and continued to drink.

Those two people left cursing and chattering away, the door of the private room suddenly creaked open, and an old eunuch came out, hunched over and swayed, the waiter carefully supported him, "Grandpa Hua, slow down!" You."

Eunuch Hua was so drunk that his eyes were dazzled, and he said, "Why is it dark? It's not easy to walk in the dark, so hurry up and pack it up for me. The little balls in my west courtyard are still waiting for wine."

The shop waiter repeatedly agreed to fill the wine. The old eunuch swayed over and tripped over Zhan Beiye's long legs protruding from under the table. Tripping your father-in-law?"

Zhan Beiye reached out to help, "I'm sorry, father-in-law, please forgive me."

Pressing Zhan Beiye's hand, the old man got up with difficulty, glanced sideways, grabbed Zhan Beiye's lapel, and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry? I'm an old man with a loose bone. I'll give you half of this." Half of my life is gone, tell me, how do you explain it?"

All the frequent drinkers laughed when they heard this—this old alcoholic came here every day, got drunk every day, "falled down" every day, and almost every day someone lost money because he "stumbled on an old man with a loose bone". The old guy probably relies on this to be able to drink the first-class wine of "Drunk Fugui" every day.

Everyone cast their sympathetic eyes on Zhan Beiye in unison—another victim!

The old drunkard Eunuch Hua held on to Zhan Beiye, Zhan Beiye had no choice but to grope all over his body for a while, and finally found a broken silver coin, hesitatingly put it in the palm of Eunuch Hua, "Show Eunuch to see if it's broken. Hit the doctor."

The old drunkard shook the coin in the palm of his hand, gnawed it with his almost toothless mouth, and said, "It's cheap for you!" He picked up the wine handed over by the clerk, and put the coin that Zhan Beiye paid into the clerk's palm Throwing it away, "Your reward—"

"Thank you!" Xiao Er held the silver coin and smiled so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

Everyone chimed in unison again, thinking that this old dog was really abominable, blackmailing such a poor master for fun.

After drinking for a while, it was getting dark, the waiter came over and asked if he was staying in the hotel, and Zhan Beiye replied, "Two..." Seeing Xiao Er's surprised expression in a blink of an eye, he immediately said, "One room."

Then he dragged and dragged Meng Jiugui to the inn in the backyard, and explained to Xiaoer while dragging, "My brother is good at everything, but he is greedy for drinking."

"It's hard for you." Xiaoer wanted to help, "I'll carry it for you?"

"No need." Zhan Beiye smiled brightly, and picked up Meng Fuyao, "It's so convenient."

He carried Meng Fuyao into the room, kicked the door shut with his toes, and ordered loudly, "Bring a basin of bath water!"

"Okay—"

Meng Fuyao, who looked like a dead pig, was thrown on the bed, rolled over and hugged the quilt, "Yuanbao... why are you so big..."

Master Yuan Bao came out of her arms crookedly, holding on to a teacup, "Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi Zhi..."

The translation is roughly: Meng Fuyao, why is your waist as thick as your butt...

Zhan Beiye stood by the bed, looked at Meng Fuyao with good eyes, sat down for a long time, took off her boots, took off the not-so-breathable human skin mask, and spread out the quilt to cover her body.

When he did these things, he was very slow and serious, as if he was so meticulous and careful that he would never do it again after this time.

The mask was removed, the girl breathed slightly, her face was a little sweaty, her cheeks and forehead were slightly red due to the slight alcohol, and her skin was as crystal clear as snow, and the bright red was like a hibiscus flower growing above the snow line.

The window sash on the second floor was not covered, the wind passed through the front of the hall, and the girl's satin-like hair was lifted, and the flower seemed to be blooming in the wind.

Zhan Beiye's fingers stopped on Meng Fuyao's cheek, trembling very slightly.

His fingertips felt such a wonderful touch as soft as jade, and he could see the beauty of a young girl. It was a kind of shocking beauty. From the bottom of his eyes to his fingertips to his heart, he felt a slight pain , like the point on the apex of the heart, being held by the fingertips of God's will, tossing and grinding, it hurts, but it hurts long.

The stars outside the window are shining brightly, and a cluster of vines climbs up the wall, blooming high-growth flowers, red, bright and warm, like firecrackers full of thoughts and hopes, waiting to soar into the sky.

With just a light touch like that, it will be so rich and colorful that it will explode, and a hot bright red juice will explode in the night.

Zhan Beiye's dark and passionate pupils are also like the plump flowers in the night, waiting to be sprayed.

He gently... bent down.

Meng Fuyao suddenly turned over.

With this turn, he turned over to the corner of the wall, and with a slap of his hand, he pushed Zhan Beiye away intentionally or unintentionally.

Then she faced the corner of the wall, with her back to Zhan Beiye, hugging the quilt and continuing to sleep soundly.

Zhan Beiye froze at the side of the bed, the air around him became silent, and he could hear the soothing but slightly tense breathing of the two.

It took Zhan Beiye a long time to speak.

"You're not that drunk, why pretend?"

Meng Fuyao's shoulders stiffened.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the wall slightly drunk, but her eyes were clear.

She... didn't pretend, and she didn't deliberately want to hurt Zhan Beiye.

She was drunk in the shop, but her skill has gone through several trials and tribulations, and she has reached another level, breaking through the fifth level and approaching the sixth level. This level of "breaking the nine clouds" is no longer intrusive by any alcohol.

When Xiao Er asked how many rooms she wanted, she became sober, but it was not easy to intervene. After all, it is very strange that there are two men now but they want two rooms. He makes trouble.

Later, she pretended not to wake up—Zhan Beiye would definitely take action tonight, and she would definitely not be allowed to follow. She planned to quietly follow after Zhan Beiye relaxed her vigilance and left.

I don't want this late spring night, the gentle night wind will cause trouble.

Even if you don't want to fight Kitano, you can be gentle and meticulous.

When his breath approached, the familiar green pine-like slightly astringent and refreshing man's fragrance slowly came, she was finally at a loss, all she could do was turn her back and push him away with a gesture of rejection.

For someone like Zhan Beiye, such a posture is enough.

Meng Fuyao bit her lip, grabbed the edge of the curtain with her fingers, and held her breath—there are too many involuntary things in life, so she won't get angry with Zhan Beiye, but don't get into the horns of Zhan Beiye, just pretend nothing happened, and nothing will happen. As for hurting yourself.

Zhan Beiye refused to let go as gently as she prayed.

He was not a man who would give up easily.

"Fuyao." Zhan Beiye sat motionless on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and looked at her back with flickering eyes. The back that was close at hand seemed as far away as the world.

"Tell me, am I really always that late?"

Meng Fuyao even paused for breathing.

How could this heroic and upright man ask such words in such an almost painful tone

The sound of the wind is silent, and the firecracker flowers are spraying red fragrance in the night wind, but everyone's heart is pale.

After a while, with a soft sigh, Meng Fuyao sat up and turned to look at Zhan Beiye.

She looked into a pair of deep black eyes that were extremely calm because of being suppressed by extreme enthusiasm. She met such gazes, bright, direct, and unwavering.

"Battle Kitano..."

"It's not that you are not good enough, it's not that you came late, it's me," Meng Fuyao smiled, full of deep helplessness, "It's that I came to the wrong place at the wrong time, so I have no right to go Choose the right person."

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The night is dark, and the starlight is like diamonds in the hair of a goddess, sprinkled on the black temples of the sky.

Standing in front of Meng Fuyao, Zhan Beiye's expression has returned to normal. Meng Fuyao's words only made him think for a long time, and then he smiled brightly, "There is nothing in this world that must be determined. You say you can do it." Wrong? I just want you to know that you have never come to the Wuzhou Continent, and you have never come to my eyes!"

After he finished speaking, he strode out, sat on the steps of the house and waited for Meng Fuyao to take a bath, Lord Yuan Bao squatted beside him and sat in a row, the moonlight illuminated two groups of black shadows, one big and one small.

Zhan Beiye looked up at the moon, and the moonlight outlined his sharp silhouette. This late spring made the moonlight of summer quiet and gentle, and slowly soothed his somewhat hot mood. He suddenly turned his head, looked at Mr. Yuanbao, and said, "Your master is so lucky."

Master Yuan Bao was still drunk, thinking about this sentence with drunken eyes, and felt that this was not the case. He personally thought that people who met Meng Fuyao were not very lucky.

It slowly gnawed on the fruit, thinking in a daze, thinking that in the sky...

There was a sound of opening the door behind him, Meng Fuyao put his head in a fresh look, changed into tight black clothes, and asked Zhan Beiye happily, "Where shall we go next?"

Zhan Beiye turned around, his expression was still bright, his eyes were as bright as stars gathered in his eyes, "What do you think?"

"The guy who agreed to pick up the money after losing the boxing game, and that father-in-law, are all yours?" Meng Fuyao laughed, "I don't understand every word and every code."

"That's the thread my grandfather laid for me when he was alive. He has done more for me than you can imagine." Zhan Beiye smiled nostalgicly, "They told me that the concubine mother was locked up in Xihua Behind the palace garden, there are 300 guards in shifts every day, with 100 people in each shift, changing shifts every eight hours, and they asked me to meet at Shenshi tonight to discuss the rescue method."

"What about the old eunuch? What did you say?"

"Grandpa Hua is here to convey other news from the palace. When I helped him up, he had already given me a note, and my silver coin was also a token inside."

"Isn't that ingot of silver coins given to Xiao Er?"

"That's a trick, he's the father-in-law in the palace, someone must be secretly following him," Zhan Beiye smiled, "so the silver dime was 'rewarded', but when it was given to Xiao Er, it was already changed. , top-notch tricks."

He suddenly suppressed his smile, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for his age, he doesn't like to drink, but because of his grandfather's request, he has been drunk for many years in this 'Drunk Fugui'..."

Meng Fuyao asked in astonishment, "Didn't you specially come to wait for you recently?"

"No, Eunuch Hua has bought drunks at 'Drunk Fugui' every day since twenty years ago. This is something that the whole palace knows. He is an old man who served the late emperor, and everyone in the palace takes care of him," Zhan said. Kitano smiled coldly, "So at this extraordinary time, only he can go out of the palace as usual, because everyone is used to it."

"Spend twenty years to develop a habit, in case you need it at a very special moment twenty years later..." Meng Fuyao gasped for air with a "hiss", and said in a low voice, "Grandfather is extraordinary!"

While talking, the two had already crossed the many roof ridges, and arrived at a courtyard with twists and turns in the north of the city. Zhan Beiye leaned over the eaves and tapped the tile surface lightly.

After a long while, there was also a knocking sound of the same frequency from below.

With a flash in his eyes, Zhan Beiye nodded and pulled Meng Fuyao to go down, but suddenly he stopped.

Immediately, Meng Fuyao smelled a familiar smell, which seemed to float over.

Bloody smell!