Ning Tunan said that what he said was outrageous
The minister had a shattered expression on his face. His fingers were shaking as he pointed at the seal on the other party's waist. His emotions were out of control: "I am clearly speaking the truth! Ning Tunan, you, you-then how do you explain this thing of yours?"
He was so anxious that he wanted to stamp his feet.
"Don't lie and say you were just kidding. With your Ning Tunan pride, are you willing to deceive yourself?"
Even if Ning Yan really fell, would he not be able to tell whether the seal was real or fake? The scene before him was completely beyond his understanding.
Ning Yan: “…”
When he calmed down a little, his brain started to work quickly. Ning Yan was a girl, there was no doubt about that.
Otherwise, the banquet master would not have repeatedly said that it was a pity that Ning Yan was a woman, saying that she had a natural talent but was unable to open up the Dan Palace and condense the Wenxin due to her female body. When Ning Yan was pregnant, she even asked his wife for experience in raising children. The midwife on the day of delivery was introduced by his wife. If Ning Yan was a man, the midwife would not have been able to keep calm.
So, here comes the question -
Why can Ning Yan, a girl, concentrate on literature
The minister swallowed his saliva: "Could it be—"
Ning Yan wanted to hear what human words could come out of his dog mouth, so she asked indifferently: "Mr. Xie, what is it?"
"You are rare in the world..."
The minister swallowed the following words with difficulty.
Ning Yan glanced over and asked, "What's rare?"
Based on her understanding of the man in front of her, he couldn't hold back any good.
The minister bowed and apologized. After all, what he was about to say was somewhat offensive to Ning Yan, so it would be right to apologize first: "Hermaphrodite?"
Only this guess can explain it perfectly.
He didn't wait for Ning Yan's reply, but only waited for the long sword to be unsheathed, and with the sound of dragon roar and tiger howl, it rushed towards him in the face.
The attendant hurriedly drew his sword to fight.
The two swords collided, and before the minister could say anything, Ning Yan kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the ground with a sigh, and the long sword also slipped out of his hand. Ning Yan pointed the sword at him, and her beautiful face seemed to be on the verge of twisting: "Mr. Xie, say another word?"
Ning Yan asked loudly, her tone clearly showing real anger.
After all, she was a scholar, so the kick wasn't that strong, and the minister was protected by his literary spirit, so he wasn't injured. But the obvious footprint on his abdomen made him feel a little embarrassed. He rubbed his soft belly and said, "It's neither this nor that. Do you want to say that you have condensed a literary spirit as a woman?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this, because once he did, he discovered his blind spot.
Ning Yan's literary style and literary style are very familiar.
Not sure, he'll take another look.
Everyone's Wenxin monogram is unique, but Ning Yan's monogram, except for the characters on it, the color, size, and even the very personal seal button, are exactly the same as her late husband Yan An's. Even the literary aura is very similar.
If the minister closed his eyes at this moment and only recognized people by their breath, he might think that the person standing in front of him was Yan An.
Before the minister could figure out what was going on, Ning Yan sheathed his sword and replied calmly, "Yes, so what?"
These four words interrupted the minister's wild imagination.
Shizhong: “…”
He was nearly petrified on the spot.
A scholar of literary talent, a woman, or his classmate
The attendant raised his hand and pinched his arm. The obvious pain told him that everything he saw was not a dream.
Ning Yan: "It's not convenient to talk here, let's go to the government office first."
The waiter got up from the ground, holding his stomach, and couldn't resist the urge to look at Ning Yan with his peripheral vision. Zhao Wei witnessed the whole process of him being beaten, secretly saying "he deserves it", but in action he was willing to help him, raising his hand to help him: "Are you okay, sir?"
Only then did the minister notice that there was Zhao Wei beside him.
Turning his head to look at the tall warrior, the more he looked at this very feminine face, the more he felt that it was a woman rather than a man with a feminine appearance. He asked Zhao Wei for some unknown reason, "I have not yet asked for the name of this lady, the lady?"
Zhao Wei: "My surname is Zhao, my given name is Wei, the Wei in Weirui."
As for those embarrassing words, it’s better not to mention them.
Upon hearing this, the Minister sprained his left foot.
The crisp sound made people's ankles feel cold, and Zhao Wei grabbed his arm and lifted him up before he stumbled to the ground. Facing Zhao Wei's questioning look of "How come you can't even walk properly?", the minister wanted to cry but had no tears: "I'm old, I can't stand the stimulation."
So, what Chen Tang saw was a minister who was lame with one foot deep and the other shallow, and she mistakenly thought that he had the same leg disease as Luan Xin. The difference was that Luan Xin was lame in his right leg, while the man in front of him was lame in his left leg. She suppressed her worry that the other party was a swindler again, and gently invited the minister to sit down.
“Xie has met Mr. Shen.”
"Mr. Xie, there is no need to be so polite. I just heard from Dawei that Mr. Xie is here to seek refuge with an old friend. Unfortunately, Ji Shou is not here. If Mr. Xie has nothing urgent to do, you may stay here for a while. When the war is over, Ji Shou will come to join you."
When the Minister heard this, he secretly thought it was not good.
Just as he was about to explain, Ning Yan interrupted him and asked in confusion: "When did you become friends with Kang Jishou?"
As far as she knew, Kang Shi had little interaction with him.
Upon hearing this, Shen Tang looked at Ning Yan in surprise.
"What's going on?"
Seeing that Chen Tang was not angry, the minister explained: "Please forgive Xie for the crime of deceiving, Lord Chen. In fact, I came to find Tu Nan, but Tu Nan is not famous yet. I am worried about unnecessary twists and turns, so I pretended to be Kang Jishou."
Chen Tang asked Ning Yan for confirmation: "Come to see Tunan?"
Ning Yan was also confused: "Why are you looking for me?"
The minister did not expect that he could fulfill the request without going to Longwu County, but he also had some thoughts of "revenge" and was not ready to confess everything now. He said mysteriously: "Of course, it is to fulfill the promise of a righteous man and send Tunan a treasure."
To Ning Yan, her late husband's remains are indeed a treasure.
Ning Yan lowered her eyes and thought for a long time, but she couldn't remember who the "righteous man" the minister was talking about. The minister didn't want to be stabbed to death by Ning Yan's sword, so he bowed to Zhao Wei and said, "Could you trouble Miss Zhao to help me get two items from where I'm staying? Just tell my wife that they are for Tu Nan, and she'll know."
Zhao Wei naturally would not refuse a simple errand job.
Relying on her courage and the ability of a warrior to climb roofs and walls, she went straight there and arrived after a few jumps on the roof and wall.
"May I know your name, sir?"
While waiting, Chen Tang also got a brief understanding of the Minister.
The attendant said, "My surname is Xie, my name is Qi, and my courtesy name is Shizang."
"Thank you?"
Xie Qi misunderstood that Chen Tang had heard it wrong: "Vessel shape vessel."
He was ridiculed for many years by his peers because of this name. After all, this name sounds depressing.
Furthermore, his talent was mediocre and he was late in concentrating his literary mind. His father died before he could give him a calligraphy.
The name "Shi Zang" was given by the banquet master.
Chen Tang asked the minister with a smile.
"A gentleman hides his abilities and waits for the right time to act. This is indeed a good name. I just wonder if Shi Zang has waited for the opportunity?"
As a master who likes to plunder, a dog passing by would have to work for her for a few days, let alone a living person. Xie Qi came to Ning Yan, Ning Yan is her subordinate, rounding it off, this Xie Qi came to her! Literary scholars are so reserved, as a master, you should take the initiative. As for the pit of the scholar's way... She just doesn't believe that she can't run into a normal person.
Chen Tang counted the students of Yan An's father in his heart, and thought that this old master was quite good at teaching his disciples. Ning Yan, Xie Qi, Yan An, Zheng Qiao, and Xu Jie were all students of Master Yan, but they became his disciples at different times, not all in the same class.
Maybe I can change my mindset.
To fleece the banquet master.
Xie Qi was slightly surprised, as if he had not expected Chen Tang to be so proactive right from the start. He had not made any preparations yet. In a flash, Zhao Wei rescued him and rushed over carrying things. Before he arrived, he said, "My lord, the things are here."
A black sword case with a red hue.
A pottery jar tied with three layers of ramie cloth inside and outside.
Xie Qi walked to the pottery jar with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Under Ning Yan's confused and inquiring gaze, he looked at her with a sad and sympathetic expression and took a deep breath: "Tunan, Xie has lived up to the entrustment of the righteous man this time and brought Xingning to you."
The light words sounded like thunder in Ning Yan's ears.
The explosion caused her head to buzz and go blank. The world seemed to be spinning upside down before her eyes, depriving her of the ability to speak.
Her body seemed to have its own consciousness, and she tried to stand up and move forward, but her knees were powerless and she fell back with a thud. After a long while, she felt the sharp pain in her knees and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Xingning, Xingning... Xingning is back?"
Shen Tang, who was sitting at the top, also stood up in shock.
"Yan Xingning?"
Xie Qi looked at Ning Yan like this, and vaguely understood why Ning Yan's literary style and literary signature were so similar to Yan An's. It was because she was obsessed with forgetting that person. He explained the whole story one by one: "A few days ago, a palace eunuch came to my house and entrusted this item to me. The eunuch was grateful for Xing Ning's kindness, and risked his life to hide Xing Ning's body with several colleagues."
Speaking of that eunuch, Xie Qi still sighed.
The current situation is still in the temporary palace, and there is almost no chance of survival. Because if Zheng Qiao fails, with the hatred of the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition forces towards Zheng Qiao and the anger of the people towards this tyrant, the massacre of the palace is almost a foregone conclusion. Alas.
People will just applaud.
On the other side, Ning Yan forced herself to calm down her agitated emotions.
She wiped her tears upwards, with only her red eyes proving her recent misbehavior. She bowed deeply to Xie Qi and said, "Thank you for sending Xingning here. I will repay you for your kindness in this lifetime!"
She didn't know much about Xie Qi, but she knew that Xie Qi was very smooth when he was young, and he was good at getting along with everyone and didn't get into trouble easily. As for sending the remains back to Xingning, the risk was imaginable, but he did it. How could Ning Yan not be grateful
Xie Qi avoided the question: "We were classmates, why should I thank you?"
Ning Yan's mind was on the pottery jar, and she didn't care about what was in the sword box at all, but she couldn't resist Chen Tang's curiosity. She squatted beside the sword box, frowned and thought: "What's in the sword box?"
Of course there is a sword in the sword box.
It's just that the owner of this sword disgraced the sword.
Xie Qi said: "It's a broken sword."
Ning Yan mistakenly thought that the sword box also contained Xingning's relics, and wondered: "Broken sword? But Xingning's broken sword was given to me a long time ago."
She even sought out a swordsmith to recast the broken sword as her daughter's sword, so that she could inherit her late father's legacy.
She accidentally learned that Bai Su was very good at forging swords, so she brought her daughter and a large gift to Bai Su's house and asked her to help. Bai Su said that it was a pity that the sword was broken, and if she wanted to restore it, she would need some auxiliary materials. Because Ning Yan's daughter had not yet gathered her literary mind, there was no rush to recast it.
Xie Qi gritted his teeth and smiled awkwardly: "Haha, it's not Xingning's broken sword, um, it is, it is Zheng Nujiao's..."
Chen Tang pricked up his ears: "Female Jiao?"
She thought it was some female monarch, Ning Yan's best friend.
Xie Qi whispered, "Zheng Qiao."
When Ning Yan heard the three words "Zheng Nujiao", she knew it was Zheng Qiao. Her face suddenly turned cold and murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
"Why did you give me his broken sword?"
Xie Qi also said: "Who knows? How can we ordinary people guess what a madman is thinking? He asked me to give it, so I gave it... It's up to you how to deal with it. Throw it away and turn a blind eye to it, or melt it down and recast it, it's all up to you... After all, it was made of the fine iron that the banquet master worked so hard to find, it would be a pity to throw it away..."
Ning Yan ignored his subsequent persuasion and said, "It's lost."
Throw her as far away as possible, it's disgusting to even look at her!
Chen Tang tapped the sword box with his fingers, his expression sometimes puzzled and sometimes confused. When he heard Ning Yan didn't want this thing, he said, "Tu Nan is going to throw it away? If you really don't want it, I'll pick it up."
Ning Yan said: "This item is unlucky."
She thought that her lord was reluctant to part with the fine iron of the sword.
"For some reason, I always feel that this sword should not be thrown away. The aura on it... is a little strange..."
But he couldn't tell what was strange at the moment. As he spoke, Chen Tang opened the sword box, and there was indeed a broken sword neatly placed inside. The scabbard was made of cross-fish skin and had a Ruyi sword tassel. The sword body lying next to the scabbard was broken into three parts, with a cold light and sword intent penetrating the skin.
Ning Yan knew at a glance that this was indeed Zheng Qiao's sword, and looked away in disgust, but her lord's words made her a little concerned. Seeing Chen Tang about to reach out, she hurriedly intercepted him: "My lord - be careful if there is anything wrong with this sword -"
I don’t believe that what Zheng Qiao gave me is a good thing.
Xie Qi said: "It should not be poisonous."
He walked out of the palace with the sword in his bare hands.
If it had been poisoned, he would have died long ago.
Chen Tang shook his head: "It's not poison..."
She looked at the sword and thought for a long time, trying to describe the feeling: "This sword... it seems to be alive... something is moving, but it is trapped in the sword and cannot come out. Tunan, Shizang, Dawei, do you have this feeling?"
The three people who were named shook their heads.
No matter how they looked at it, it was just an ordinary broken sword, and a broken sword that had not been well maintained.
Chen Tang was puzzled: "Shouldn't..."
He motioned Ning Yan not to worry, holding the hilt with one hand and the scabbard with the other, and waited for a while. Chen Tang raised the hand holding the hilt: "It's right here! There's something in it!"
Ning Yan suggested: "Let General Bai come and take a look?"
Bai Su is proficient in casting and may be able to figure out some tricks.
Chen Tang put the hilt and scabbard back into the sword box, but his eyes never moved away: "Okay, let Shao Xuan take a look."
Unexpectedly, Bai Su couldn't see any problem either.
After asking around, only Chen Tang felt this way.
Chen Tang: “…”
Ning Yan suggested: "My Lord, do you want to take a look at the sword of Xingning? These two broken swords were made in the same furnace and have the same origin. If it is not the fault of the broken sword itself, then it must be Zheng Qiao who did something with it."