Rong Zhan said with a calm expression: "Actually, we are not from the capital. I am a member of the Yang family of the Taiwei Mansion. I worked as a small official in the Yamen of the prefect of Weizhou. It has only been a few days since I came to the capital from Weizhou. This is my cousin. , surnamed Shangguan. I had a very happy conversation with Mr. Shen in the Taiwei Mansion before, he brought me here once, and today I will bring my cousin to see and see."
Murong Ci laughed and said, "Young Master, you can tell at a glance that we are not from the capital city. We are really sharp-eyed. I don't know how to call you, Young Master."
Secretly thinking in his heart, this mysterious young master must have seen something, otherwise he would not have met them for no reason.
The man in the golden coat said meaningfully: "It turned out to be a distinguished guest from the Taiwei's mansion. I'm sorry. It's still early, why don't you two have more fun?"
"I'll be a guest at Taiwei's mansion, so it's not advisable to go back too late." Rong Zhan said calmly.
"It's always inconvenient to live under someone else's roof." Murong Ci smiled brightly, "It's late when you return home, and those servants with high-sighted eyes will always mutter a few words. It will cause more trouble, we have to act according to people's faces. I believe the son will understand."
"Mr. Yang mentioned Weizhou, but I think of the half a month of playing in Weizhou three years ago." The man in gold recalled it seriously, his eyes were deep, "There is a shop selling steamed stuffed buns in the most lively Chaotian Street in Weizhou City. The old shop in Weizhou is one of the best in Weizhou. What’s the name of the hometown? By the way, it’s called Zhang Ji. Zhang Ji’s steamed stuffed buns are different from other stores. When you take a bite, there will be a splash of fragrant broth, leaving a fragrance on your teeth and cheeks. , is the most unique flavor of buns I have ever eaten.”
"I know the old shop you mentioned, it was not moved to Chaotian Street three years ago, it's in a small alley, and it's not called Zhang Ji, it's called Ye's." Rong Zhan said with a smile, "I've been away from home for a long time. I also really miss the taste of that soup dumpling.”
"Look at my memory, I even forgot the name of the shop." The young man in gold smiled softly.
Murong Ci secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Rong Zhan stayed in Weizhou for a while three years ago, otherwise he would have revealed his secrets.
Rong Zhan put in a lot of effort in order to break into the Longtan and Tiger's lair tonight.
And this mysterious young man in golden clothes used this to test, the city is too deep.
Under the dim red light, his golden mask gleamed dark red, and the agate, pearl and golden light complemented each other, making it luxurious and gorgeous.
Those beautiful eyes are dark and mysterious, making people want to find out.
He said slowly and lazily: "Since the two of you are in a hurry to go back, I won't keep you any longer. Please."
Rong Zhan and Murong Ci cupped their hands and saluted, "Come to visit your place next time. Let's say goodbye."
They didn't relax a little until they returned to the two noisy rooms.
Gamblers are still shouting loudly, pleasure seekers are still taking pleasure in lust, the noisy din is trapped in the underground world, even if earth-shattering things happen here, the outside will never know.
They went out as usual, this time the young man in Tsing Yi didn't stop them.
Murong Ci saw a man in snow clothes standing in front of him. The man had an ordinary appearance and stared at her without blinking.
She felt that those eyes were unbelievably beautiful, deep and contemplative, a little familiar.
However, how can someone who is obviously a complete stranger feel familiar
Passed by, without squinting.
She and Rong Zhan walked forward slowly, leaving this flashy, noisy, and promiscuous world.
The snow-clothed man turned his head to stare at their backs, his thin lips slanted, and he slid out a faint smile.
A young boy in Tsing Yi led them out at the entrance of the passage outside. The underground world was like a labyrinth, different from the way they came here. Going around in the dark passage, I finally saw a thick stone door.
The stone door opened, Murong Ci and Rong Zhan stepped out, the familiar night and worldly mortals rushed towards their faces, which made them happy.
This is a folk house, dilapidated and mottled earthen house. Going out is the main hall, and going out is the alley.
"Going out from the alley is the front of Linglongxuan."
Rong Zhan said in a low voice, and gave her a wink: hurry up
She understood what he meant, and he also saw that the young man in gold was suspicious of them.
Sure enough, as soon as they took a few steps, four men in black quickly descended from the darkness. The big knives in their hands shone coldly, echoing the bright moonlight.
"What advice do you four brothers have?" Rong Zhan smiled calmly.
"Don't dare." A man in black said in a rough voice.
The next moment, the four men in black swooped towards them, with the wind of knives and the cold light flying.
He yelled "Back", drew a soft sword from his waist, and went forward, full of spirits.
In an instant, the swords clashed fiercely, clanging and clear, echoing fiercely in this silent night.
Murong Ci was hesitant to make a move, but with Rong Zhan's martial arts skills, the four men in black should not have the upper hand. However, they are very skilled, and their killer moves are fierce, and they greet the deadly parts with their moves.
That white shadow shuttled like a dragon and leaped like a shooting star in the faint moonlight, with ease. The soft sword turned into a silver-white flying dragon, with a high air, and it could be retracted and released freely.
Suddenly, she sensed the murderous intent attacking from behind, and her heart froze: Someone sneaked up on me!
She was as motionless as a clay sculpture, and when the murderous intent was only a foot behind her, she suddenly flew up.
And Rong Zhan fought fiercely with the four of them. Although he noticed that there was movement on her side, he couldn't separate himself and couldn't fly to protect her.
Four more men in black
she is about to smoke
Pulling out the soft sword at his waist, he suddenly heard movement, so he let the four men in black stab him with their knives.
cold as snow
life and death
She stood in the corner of the wall in fear, her bright eyes were wide open, and her face was full of horror.
In the next moment, four blood holes were stabbed out of the flesh and blood body by four big knives.
At this critical moment, a wave of white energy came from nowhere, and hit the four swords fiercely and forcefully.
It's like a thunderbolt splitting the sky and the earth, like an ancient magic sword splitting the cliff for thousands of years, tearing everything apart, invincible.
The four men in black felt a shock in their jaws at the same time, the sword broke and fell to the ground with a clang.
They were all shocked and looked at each other, how could this happen
Where did this come from
Murong Ci shouted loudly: "Help me!"
The four men in black sensed the terrifying murderous aura behind them, and turned to fight, only to see a man in snow clothes standing tall, with a stern and cold face, and a hostile aura lingering around him, extremely frightening.
They threw broken knives and besieged them.
The fierce fist brought up gusts of wind, passing by his cheeks.
The snow-clothed man passed through the fierce fists and feet freely, his figure was as light and agile as a bird, but his hand struck hard like steel, and the voiceless sound of "click, click, click" sounded from time to time.
In less than thirty strokes, the hands were broken, the neck was broken, the legs were crippled, and the ground was wailing, which was horrible.
Murong Ci's mind is chilling, his martial arts are top notch.
If she fought against him, even if she tried her best, she would definitely lose within a hundred moves.
However, with his skill, it is enough to kill them, but he deliberately left a line, why is he planning something
Over there, the fierce battle between Rong Zhan and the four men in black was coming to an end.
The snow-clothed man walked up to her with a dignified appearance, "It's all right."
The familiar deep voice is as warm and mellow as a century-old fine wine.
"Thank you, my lord, for helping me out." She cupped her hands in thanks.
"Okay, there's no need to be hypocritical." He raised his hand swiftly and tore off the human skin mask on her face.
"To each other." She also raised her hand, and quickly removed the human skin mask on his face.
Sure enough, as she expected, Murong Yu had already recognized her. Perhaps at the moment when they looked at each other for the first time, they recognized each other.
The moonlight flows slowly in the dark night like mercury, and these two faces bloom with their unique elegance.
Fortunately, those men in black were either dead or injured and escaped, and no one saw their true colors.
Rong Zhan rushed over, seeing them showing their true colors, he was stunned for a moment before saying: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, leave here first."
Murong Ci said flatly: "I'm fine, you go back first."
He understood what she meant and didn't want his identity to be exposed in front of Yu Wang.
With a cup of hands, he flew away.
Murong Yu took her hand and walked quickly, turning into an alley, this time she didn't try to break free.
A carriage stopped there quietly, they got into the carriage, and the driver immediately drove on.
She was still sitting near the curtain of the car, so she could escape easily.
"Come here." His voice was cold, seemingly displeased.
"My lord is going to Linglong Xuan anyway." Murong Ci tried to change the topic.
"Do you want this king to bring you here?" There seemed to be a hint of anger in his voice.
She looked at him, his jade-white handsome face gleamed in the shadows, his deep eyes were black and bright like black jade, and the radiance was slightly sharp.
Murong Yu moved to one side, asking her to sit aside.
She sighed in her heart, and reluctantly sat beside him, even if she didn't go over, the end result would be the same.
It's useless to struggle, why bother
"How did the prince get out?" She leaned against the wall of the carriage, about half an arm's distance away from him, "It's easy to get in, but difficult to get out."
"This king has his own way." His eyes were deep, and a dark haze enveloped him, "Didn't this king say that you are not allowed to act without authorization. Why didn't you report to this king first?"
"If it's too late, it's too late." Murong Ci is one head and two big, why should he tell him that she found it, why should he tell him
But can this be said? If you say it, you are asking for trouble.
Murong Yu snorted coldly, "I'm afraid it's because you didn't intend to report to me."
She smiled dryly, "You misunderstood, it's really too late. But if I report to you, the result is still the same? Didn't the prince know too?"
He approached her step by step, "If the king doesn't come, do you think you can come out safe and sound?"
She subconsciously moved to the side, with her back against the car wall, "Thanks to the prince this time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Thank you, prince."
The ending trembled, and the last few words could not be uttered because her waist collapsed.
He stretched out his long arms, wrapped her around her slender waist and drew a belt towards him, staring at her deeply.
Murong Ci stared at him, his scalp numb, and his thoughts changed sharply.