Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 1: Shuanglian Meeting

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Time walks forward without discrimination, regardless of the distinction between countries. This is the late spring of the seventh year of Tiansha Qianqiu, and this is also the late spring of the sixteenth year of Wuji Zhengning.

In the late spring of this year, some people fought various poisonous dumplings in the Tiansha Changhan Mountains, and escaped again and again; some were smiling and drinking tea, boating on the lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountains.

Above the light boat on the green lake, in the heavy silk screen, the beautiful young and beautiful girls play the bamboo strings with ease, with a long and clear voice, blending with the lingering fragrance in the white jade tea cup and the mist of the lake .

The water is sparkling, and the eyebrows are rippling. A light purple inlaid dark silver dragon pattern sleeve is brushed across the table top of the pear table, gently holding the pot to pour tea, the fingers holding the pot are long.

“This frost leaf tea is a specialty of my Wuji Shuangshan Mountain. The tea tree is born on a cliff. After the frost, it is still green and does not sink into the water. Then it is fried and boiled three times with the water of Minshan Yuhu Lake, whichever is clear and quiet. Alcohol, Jing…Princess, please taste.”

The white jade tea cup and the deep blue water reflected the master’s perfect and impeccable smile. The master who was sitting in the boat in light clothes slowly pushed the tea cup over, and the waiting waiter knelt down and walked down. Step, stop exactly half a foot away from the host and the guest under the seat, and raise his head high.

Completely respected, royal etiquette.

The guest seat on the left, with the same delicate care and slender fingers, picks up the tea cup, sips it gently with the sleeve of the sleeve, then gently put it down, and smiles, “It’s really good, flirty and beautiful. Absolutely, I have the essence of the tea house. If I am not a spiritual practitioner, I am afraid that I will be greedy for such a wonderful tongue.”

She lifted her eyes and looked at the seat with a smile, and a slight disappointment appeared in the bottom of her eyes, but the light was fleeting, so fast that it had never appeared at all.

Princess Buddha Lotus, sitting steadily and gracefully like a lotus flower.

“The princess came from a long way, can the journey go smoothly?” The owner is naturally the eldest son Wuji, smiling and inquiring with a deep expression, “The palace is rude, and the Ministry of Ritual has never received the princess.”

“My palace travels around the mainland to visit famous mountains and ancient temples. It is just a way to come to Promise,” Bu Lian smiled, “I dare not work with your country’s government, the prince is bothering.”

“Nevertheless, the princess does not have many guards, so safety is in danger.” Long Sun Wuji lowered his head carefully and personally washed the pot with boiling water, and gently turned his fingers on the warm cup, and said lightly, “I Wuji is ruling the people. The fashion is good, but it is inevitable that some powerful and thieves will haunt the road. It is rare that the princess can travel long distances safely with only these few national guards. It is really fortunate and unavoidable.”

“Believing women have their own gods to protect them from all evils.” Princess Buddha Lotus joined together, lightly proclaiming the Buddha’s name.

Behind her, the little maid Mingruo blinked, and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes. She didn’t understand why the princess didn’t mention Tiecheng who was the escort, and she didn’t understand why the princess didn’t send the **** as promised. Her young man asked for credit, but she cleverly pursed her lips and said nothing. In any case, the princess was always right.

The eldest grandson Wuji looked at Princess Buddha Lotus, smiling, and suddenly said softly, “The princess is here, is she here to return Xuanji Tu?”

Princess Buddha Lian trembled.

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

“The prince was joking.” For a long while, Buddha Lotus lowered his eyelashes, “How can the Xuanji map be kept and disposed of by the palace? You should ask the palace father who is it.”

Changsun Wuji smiled without answering, his body tilted slightly, looking at the glinting lake water in a daze, his fingers lightly tapped on the Huali tabletop, the sound was crisp, grabbing, grabbing, grabbing.

Each time the voice sounded, Princess Folian’s face turned pale. She bit her lip lightly and looked at Grandson Wuji with a grievance. Grandson Wuji did not avoid her gaze. She raised her eyes and looked at her with a smile. Seeing her down again.

“Since the princess came to me Promise, it is indeed the blessing of my own country. The day before yesterday, I met the **** monk Master Kongshan. He also mentioned the princess to me, and he wanted to see him and study Buddhism together,” Long Sun Wuji thought for a while and said, “Cangshan The hotel is very close to Master Kongshan’s Huayan Temple, how about letting the Ministry of Rites arrange it for you at the Cangshan hotel?”

“Let the prince arrange.” Folian leaned back, smiling calmly, but slightly lost in her eyes.

“Shouldn’t the princess arrange to live in the palace?” The little maid Mingruo interjected suddenly, “She misses the queen very much.”

“Mingruo, don’t talk too much! This is where you talk?” Folian turned her head slightly to scold Mingruo, and then apologized to the eldest grandson Wuji, “The maidservant is spoiled by the palace and does not know the manners. Sin.”

“It’s okay.” The grandson Wuji still smiles, but he refuses to say one more word.

“It’s just…” Princess Buddha Lian’s eyes drifted, and Yan Ran said, “I haven’t seen it for many years. I really miss the Queen Mother. I hope that the prince will have time to arrange an interview with the Palace.”

“This is nature.” The eldest grandson Wuji said indifferently, “The queen has also learned a lot about Buddhism in recent years. Now that the princess is gone, she must be happy, but she has been in retreat recently and told the palace not to see anyone, the queen mother. The instruction, this palace dare not violate, but the practitioners pay attention to chance, thinking that the princess and the queen are now Buddhist believers, this kind of devotion will definitely meet each other.”

“That’s fine.” Buddha Lian stopped to say more, smiled and raised the tea cup, “The name of the prince’s virtuous and filial piety, all continents admire him, Jing Fan would like to use tea instead of wine to respect the prince.”

“Don’t dare to be a princess.” The grandson Wuji held the tea cup lightly, facing away.

A pair of royal dignitaries smiled at each other with elegant speech and perfect etiquette.

In the imperial boat on the lake, the conversation with Gongqian continued. On the outskirts of the city, Tiecheng hurried back with a team of guards. In the rising smoke, he looked back at the city wall, spitting on the dust.

“Don’t send us into the city, just right!”

He raised the whip, and was very happy that Folian refused his offer to send to the city, so that he could rush to see Meng Fuyao early.

As for Meng Fuyao’s care that he must send people to the eldest son Wuji, he did it intentionally, but the princess was very polite but resolutely refused him to send her to the Wuji Palace, Tiecheng was not easy to follow, let alone He has long been tired of this **** lotus princess, carrying a shelf all day long, smiling like a muddy wooden sculpture in a temple.

Let her go and laugh face to face with the guy who is too inaccessible to laugh with Changsun Wuji!

“Drive!”

Tiecheng is happy, free, and rushes to the evil spirit.

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“Where is your black wind rider now?” Meng Fuyao squatted not far from the imposing city gate of Pandu, covered in a big hat and snuck against Beiye, biting his ears, “I remember you said that in order to preserve your strength, The main force of the Black Wind Cavalry has rushed back to Pandu in advance, how do you contact them?”

“They should all be in the city.” Zhan Beiye pointed to an inconspicuous sign at the gate of the city and showed Meng Fuyao, “It is broken into pieces, waiting for an opportunity to save people.”

His expression is slightly relaxed, and his eyes are shining with joy. This is the first time he has shown joy in a few days. Meng Fuyao looks at him, knowing that he seems to have nothing to do with him, but he has been facing the Black Wind Cavalry in his heart. The sacrifice was deeply painful, and at the same time, he was still worried about the safety of his mother concubine and the rest of the cavalry. Now that the main cavalry force is still there, his mother concubine is safe, and the heart that Zhan Beiye has been holding high, finally relaxed a little.

They are all wearing the same masks that Zong Yue made at the time. The faces of the food transport officer Tang Jian and his adjutant are not even known in the evil country. Ji Yu and the two surviving cavalrymen were fought. Beiye ordered to stay outside the city to recuperate and take care of his injuries. Meng Fuyao was supposed to stay as well, but Meng Fuyao followed him unceremoniously.

The city gate is full of people, and the soldiers are heavily guarded. Foremost, the guards of the gods of the gods with golden armor, calmly holding the portraits and comparing them one by one. Seeing Zhan Beiye’s body, I couldn’t rest assured in one day.

Looking at each other, each saw a sneer in each other’s eyes. Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye swaggered past. The gatekeeper looked at the picture and waved to let it go.

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

The tip of the gun was bright, shining golden light under the high sun.

Zhan Beiye stopped, his eyes slowly slid from the head of the golden gun to the face of the man who held the gun. It was a guard of the gods of gold, with cold and arrogant eyes, he slowly raised the gun to Meng Fu and shook his chin. Said, “Look up.”

Zhan Beiye Meiyixuan, a flash of anger flashed through his eyes.

Meng Fuyao immediately squeezed his hand quietly, and at the same time raised his head obediently, smiling wretchedly at the guard, “Guardian, what’s the order?”

The guard kept silent, staring at her inexplicably and deeply, and said for a long while, “This is going to be hot, what are you doing with such a high collar?”

Meng Fu shook his heartbeat and smiled flatly, “Guardian, the villain is a little sick, that…has some unsightly lumps, the doctor said that you can’t see the wind, and there are also few people, for fear of infecting others, don’t believe you Take a look at…” he babbled and unbuttoned the collar.

…Hey, Master Yuanbao took a bite on the side of his neck a few days ago. Is the scar still there?

“Stop!” The golden armor guard raised the tip of his spear in disgust, and pointed to Meng Fuyao’s hand, “Dare to come out and harm the world because of this infectious disease? Go back to your hometown!”

“My hometown is in the city, the third of Dapan Hutong, there is a willow tree with a crooked neck in the yard.” Meng Fuyao raised his finger in that direction timidly, and smiled, “Grant?”

“Go away!” The guard didn’t glance at her from the end of his eyes, turned his fingers, and the spear flexibly swept a spear between his fingers, and slapped Meng Fuyao’s ass, “Go away!”

Meng Fuyao immediately clutched his **** exaggeratedly and fell out, “Ouch!”

She fell a few feet away, plunged into the city gate, rolled in the mud, rubbing her ass, sitting on the ground winking and calling for war Kitano, “Brother, come and help me, oh, my **** fell in half. Up!”

The guards inside and outside the city gate burst into laughter, and immediately the guard pointed at Meng Fuyao with a golden gun, and laughed, “Just your thin body, which was broken and just used as a washing board!”

In the sound of coaxing laughter, Zhan Beiye stood upright, his whole body was raised, only the dark eyebrows were raised slightly, and the iron black ebony eyes were slowly raised, and he swept toward the guard.

The guard was watching Meng Fuyao laughing, and suddenly felt that his waistcoat was cold, like a sudden thorn. In an instant, he felt a piercing coldness. The laughter stopped, and he suddenly looked back.

Meng Fuyao suddenly limped over, rushed to Zhan Beiye, grabbed his shirt, and shouted, “Brother, why are you mad again? The stakes are like a pestle here. Well, folks are still waiting for the gate!”

She swayed from left to right, holding Zhan Kitano’s head and looking desperately into his eyes, as if she was caring about whether her “brother” had confused eyes and was guilty of “insanity”, but she was actually warning war with a vicious look in her eyes. Kitano-Do you dare to have an attack now, my old lady will never end with you!

Her head blocked Zhan Beiye’s gaze. The guard was originally suspicious. Hearing her scream, his eyes showed relief. Just now, he was almost jumped up by the look on his back. His eyes were like swords and halberds, cold and fierce, and murderous, making him a veteran of a hundred battles could not help but sweat in an instant. It turned out that he was just a lunatic.

The look in the madman’s eyes…it is indeed so abnormal.

Glanced at Zhan Beiye contemptuously, and the guard waved his golden gun, “Whose mad son was born by a mad woman, who is embarrassed by the mad son? Don’t get out!”

Zhan Beiye trembled.

Meng Fu shook his eyes with coldness.

But then both of them returned to normal. Meng Fuyao took Zhan Beiye’s hand and passed obediently, nodding and bowing while thanking, “Yes…”

She bent her waist low, her face was flattering, and she suddenly “Ah”, took a step forward, picked up something in the gray ground, wiped it on the lap of her clothes, and murmured, turning her head. “…What?”

The guard glanced casually from the horse, and was startled.

It was a finger-sized bead. Although it was covered with gray, the whole body was still full of blue light, and there was a faint white line of light flowing, like a sly blinking cat’s eye.

It’s a cat’s eye gem of very good quality, and one is worth a thousand gold.

Meng Fuyao looked at the bead stupidly, and muttered, “This stone looks weird,” reached out and lifted the gem up to the guard horse, “Guard, you dropped it?”

She held her hands high, her white palms spread out the turquoise cat’s eye jewels, and the brilliance flowed in the sunlight. Seeing the guard, she breathed tightly.

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

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and smiled, almost wagging his tail, “It should be, it should be.”

“Let’s go.” The guard held the gem in his palm tightly and waved his hand.

He originally wanted to search for the bodies of these two people, but now he was burned by this palm jewel so that his heart was burning. The emerald green light that shone through the sunlight made his eyes confused— —This gem is worth his three-year salary…

Meng Fuyao limped and was helped by Zhan Beiye through the gate.

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

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

Zhan Beiye was silent, his pure black pupils only looked at Meng Fuyao, and said for a while, “I’m sorry…I always make you wronged.”

Meng Fuyao laughed and said, “It is not wronged to suffer a little bit of humiliation under these people, and it is only if you are not wronged in the face of life and death.”

She blinked and smiled triumphantly, “Besides, the lesson I taught him is much heavier.”

“What kind of medicine is on the bead?” Zhan Beiye asked.

“Zong Yue gave me three kinds of poisons, one to die, one to be disabled, and one to be stupid.” Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, “I didn’t want to care about him, but this person already has doubts in his heart, for you He’s safe, not to be negligent. In fact, I have given him a chance. I will pop some medicine under his horse. If the other person’s character is better and he is not greedy for the beads, then he will be stupid at best. However, he found his own way and took it. That opal…hehe.”

Zhan Beiye looked at her deeply, “Fuyao, in fact, you are still very kind.”

“I am kind, so I am a wolf.” Meng Fuyao laughed, pulling up the sleeve of Beiye and ran to the restaurant, “Invite me to eat!”

Zhan Beiye raised his head and looked at the street in front of him, the dark gray wide long street, with shops on both sides, and the curtains of various colors that were picked out filled the whole street. One of them was written in yellow on a red background and read “Drunk Support Go”.

He stared at the wine flag, his eyes flashed, and he reached out and said, “Go, this is a good place to drink.”

“Drunk and Fugui” really produced good wine. When I first entered the store, I saw the rich and mellow aroma of wine. Many people came in with the wall (hungry), and then helped the wall out (drunk).

Zhan Beiye generously ordered a table of dishes. Meng locust stepped on a bench and chewed according to the case. By the way, he also discussed with the surrounding diners about the notice posted on the wall. Naturally, the portrait of the king of Dangdang Lie would not be posted in the wine shop. , The portrait was of Ji Yu, the “Jiangyang Thief”, and Meng Fuyao pointed at the portrait and called, “Hey, this person is familiar.”

Everyone turned their heads together, “Huh?”

Meng Fuyao dragged Zhan Beiye, “Like my big brother!”

Everyone swept their heads back, “嘁——”

Meng Fuyao was satisfied, smiled and drank, and conveniently placed a glass of wine on the mezzanine of the table, she drank it on it, Master Yuan Bao sneaked up to the table stall and drank it below.

Master Yuan Bao slept for a few days, finally regained his energy, entrenched in Meng Fuyao’s chest as a hero, took a sip, sighed, and felt that the only benefit of following Meng Fuyao was to drink as much as you want. , Unlike following the master, no more than three cups at a time, so stingy.

Not long after, one person and one mouse became drunk again.

When they were drinking, Zhan Beiye only served Meng Fuyao with vegetables. He drank very little, his eyes were very bright, and he was very diligent in pouring Meng Fuyao.

There was a small episode in the meantime. One person guessed a boxing with the other, and they were blushing after losing. They slapped the table and cursed, “I have no money today! Tomorrow you will go to the depths of Ximen Hutong to get fresh flowers. !”

Another scolded, “How does Lao Tzu know when you are here?”

“Lao Tzu works in the Yao family. In the home of 300 employees, the employees in his family rotate three shifts and take a rest every eighth. I will naturally come over when it is my turn to rest.”

“How can I wait for you!”

“Fit! I may have a chance when I apply. You were waiting for me there earlier.”

“Yes!”

This conversation was so noisy that the whole room was heard, and everyone listened with a smile and continued to drink.

The two people screamed and left, and the door in the private room suddenly creaked open, and an old **** came out, swaying over with his back, and the shopkeeper carefully supported him, ” , Slow down.”

The father-in-law was so drunk that he smashed his mouth and said, “Why is it dark this day? It’s not easy to walk in the dark and night, so I hurriedly cleaned up the little ball in the West Crossing Yard where I was waiting for a drink. Grin.”

The shop Xiaoer repeatedly promised to put up the wine, the old **** swayed over, and was tripping on the long legs stretched out from under the table by Zhan Beiye. “Ouch” he tripped and fell, and cursed furiously, “What **** Xingzi, trip your father-in-law?”

Zhan Beiye stretched out his hand to help, “Sorry father-in-law, you forgive me.”

The old man pressed Zhan Beiye’s hand, got up with difficulty, glanced sideways, grabbed Zhan Beiye’s shirt, and tremblingly said, “If you can’t help me, I’ll give you this one. Half-life is half gone, you say, how do you explain?”

A lot of frequent drinkers laughed-this old drunkard is coming every day, getting drunk every day, and “falling” every day. Almost every day there are people who are “stumping old people with loose bones”. And for those who lose money, 80% of the old guys rely on this, and can only afford the first-class drink of “Drunk Fugui” every day.

Everyone swept their sympathetic gazes towards Zhan Beiye—another bully!

The old drunkard dandy held on to Zhan Beiye, helpless, and he felt his whole body for a while, finally found a cut silver corner, hesitatingly put it in the palm of the dandy, “to father-in-law Go to see the bone-setting doctor.”

The old drunkard turned the silver corner upside down in his palm, and gnawed it with a toothless mouth, before saying, “It’s cheaper!” He mentioned the wine that Xiaoer from the shop handed over, and handily took the silver corner that Zhan Beiye paid out. Throw in the palm of the shop’s second child, “Reward you——”

“Thank you!” Xiao Er held the silver corner and smiled out of sight.

Everyone screamed again, thinking that this old dog is really hateful, blackmailing such a moneyless master to play.

After drinking for a while, the sky darkened, Xiaoer from the shop came to ask if he was staying in the hotel, and Zhan Beiye replied, “Two…” In a blink of an eye, he saw Xiaoer’s surprised expression, and immediately said, “One room.”

Then he dragged the drunkard Meng to the backyard inn, and explained to Xiao Er, “My brother is good at everything, he is greedy.”

“It’s hard for you.” Xiao Er wanted to help the first one, “I will carry it for you?”

“No need.” Zhan Kitano smiled brightly and picked up Meng Fuyao, “It’s convenient.”

He carried Meng Fuyao into the room, closed the door with a toe kick, and shouted, “Send a basin of bath water!”

“Good 唻——”

The dead pig-like Meng Fuyao was thrown on the bed, rolled around and hugged the quilt, “Yuanbao… Why are you so big…”

Master Yuan Bao came out of her arms crookedly, holding a teacup, “Squeak, Squeak…”

The translation is probably: Meng Fuyao, your waist is as thick as your butt…

Zhan Beiye stood by the bed, looking at Meng Fuyao with good eyes, sat down for a long time, took off her boots, took off the human leather mask that was not very breathable, and unfolded the bedding to cover her.

When he did these things, he was very slow and serious, as if he had finished this time and was not as careful and careful as the next time.

The mask was removed, the girl breathed slightly, her face was sweaty, and her cheeks and forehead were reddened by the faint drunkenness, and her skin was as clear as snow, and the blush was like hibiscus growing on the snow line flower.

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

Zhan Beiye’s fingers stopped at Meng Fuyao’s cheek, shaking extremely slightly.

His fingertips felt the beautiful touch of soft jade, and he could see the color and grace of the young girl. It was a kind of shocking beauty. From the bottom of the eyes to the fingertips to the heart, it trembled. The slight pain, like the point on the tip of the heart, was held by the fingertips of God’s will, and it was painful, but painful.

Outside the window, the stars are shining, and a cluster of vines climbs up the wall, blooming festooned flowers, red, bright red and warm, like a bunch of firecrackers that are full of thoughts and hopes, waiting to soar into the sky.

With a light touch like that, it was so rich that it was about to fry, and it flew out hot and bright red juice in the night.

Zhan Beiye’s dark and enthusiastic pupils, like the full flowers in the night, want to gush out.

He gently… leaned down.

Meng Fuyao suddenly rolled over.

This flip turned over to the corner of the wall, with one hand, pushing Zhan Beiye away intentionally or unintentionally.

Then she faced the corner, turned her back to Beiye, holding the quilt and continued to sleep.

Zhan Beiye stayed still, beside the bed, the air on all sides fell silent, and the two people could hear the slightly tense breathing in the comfort.

It took a long time for Beiye to speak.

“You are not so drunk, why pretend to be?”

Meng Fuyao’s shoulders stiffened.

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

She… didn’t pretend, and didn’t deliberately want to hurt Zhan Beiye.

I was drunk in the store, but her skill has gone through several hardships, and she has already reached another level, breaking through the five-level mark and approaching the six-level. This level of “breaking the nine heavens” is no longer invaded by any alcoholic will.

When Xiao Er asked how many rooms she wanted, she started to sober, but it was difficult to interrupt. After all, it’s strange that two men now want two rooms. Pandu must be heavily guarded now and wait for Beiye to enter the net. Tweaked to trouble him.

Later she pretended not to wake up-Zhan Beiye must have taken action tonight, and she would definitely not be allowed to follow. She planned to wait for Zhan Beiye to relax her guard and leave, and then quietly follow.

I don’t want this late spring night, the soft night wind will cause trouble.

You can also be gentle and meticulous if you don’t want to fight with Kitano.

As his breath drew near, the familiar pine-like soft and refreshing male fragrance slowly squeezed in, and she finally lost her mind, all she could do was turn her back and push him away in a gesture of rejection.

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

Meng Fuyao bit her lip, fingers hold the edge of the tent, holding her breath-there are too many emotions in life, so she will not be wild with Zhanbei, but don’t get into the horns when looking at Beiye, just as nothing. If it happens, it will not hurt yourself.

Zhan Beiye refused to let it go as she prayed.

He is not a man willing to give up easily.

“Fuyao.” Zhan Beiye sat motionless by the bed, taking a deep breath, looking brightly at her back, the back that was so close at hand looked as far away as the end of the world.

“Tell me, am I really one step late forever?”

Meng Fuyao stopped breathing.

This bold and upright man would actually ask such words in such a nearly painful tone?

The sound of the wind is silent, and the firecracker flower is spraying with red fragrance in the night breeze, but everyone’s heart is pale.

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

She looked into a pair of deep black eyes, which were extremely quiet because they were extremely warm and suppressed. She met such gazes, bright, direct, and unavoidable.

“Battle in the North Field…”

“It’s not that you’re not good enough, it’s not that you came late, it’s me,” Meng Fuyao smiled, full of helplessness, “I came to the wrong place at the wrong time, so I didn’t Right, choose the right person.”

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The night is deep, and the stars are like diamonds in the hair of a goddess, falling on the dark temples of the sky.

Zhan Beiye stood in front of Meng Fuyao, and his expression returned to normal. Meng Fuyao’s words only got him thinking for a long time, and he immediately smiled, “Nothing in this world must be certain, you Saying that you are here wrong? I want you to know that you have never been wrong on the five continents, and have never been wrong before my eyes!”

After he finished speaking, he strode out and sat on the steps of the house to wait for Meng Fuyao to take a bath. Master Yuan Bao squatted beside him and sat in rows, the moonlight illuminating one large and one small group of dark shadows.

Zhan Beiye raised his head to look at the moon. The moonlight outlined his sharp silhouette. This late spring calmed the moonlight in summer and slowly smoothed his hot mood. He suddenly tilted his head and looked at Master Yuanbao. , Said, “Good luck for your master, Tie.”

Lord Yuan Bao was still drunk, thinking about this sentence in a drunken eye, and felt that it was not the case. It personally believed that it was not very lucky to meet the people of Meng Fuyao.

It slowly hugged the fruit and gnawed, thinking in a daze, that it wanted to be in the sky…

The sound of opening the door came from behind, Meng Fuyao, dressed in a refreshing probe, changed into tight-fitting black clothes, and happily asked Zhan Beiye, “Where shall we go next?”

Zhan Beiye turned around, his expression still clear, his eyes were as bright as stars gathered in his eyes, “what do you think?”

“The guy who lost the guess and guess and agreed to get the money, and the dandy, are all yours?” Meng Fuyao laughed, “I don’t understand every single code.”

“That was the thread that my grandfather laid for me when he was alive. He did more for me than you think.” Zhan Beiye smiled in nostalgia, “They told me that the concubine was imprisoned. After the Xihua Palace Garden, there are 300 guards on duty every day, with 100 people in each shift, changing shifts every eight hours. They invite me to meet at Shenshi tonight to discuss the rescue method.”

“What about the old eunuch? What did you say?”

“The dad-in-law is here to deliver other news from the palace. When I lifted him up, he had already given me a note, and my silver corner was also a token.”

“Isn’t that silver reel given to Xiao Er?”

“That’s a blinding trick. He is the father-in-law of the palace. Someone must be embellishing him in secret,” Zhan Beiye laughed, “so the silver corner’s’reward’ went out, but when the prize was given to the second child, he had already changed one. When I was young, I ran in the rivers and lakes and played first-class tricks.”

He suddenly grabbed a smile and said in a low voice, “Pity him at his age and doesn’t like to drink, but for the sake of his grandfather, he has been drunk for so many years…”

Meng Fuyao said in astonishment, “Didn’t I just wait for you recently?”

“No, the dandy has been buying drunk in’Drunk Fugui’ every day since 20 years ago. This is something the entire palace knows. He is an old man who served the first emperor. The whole palace takes care of three points. “Zhan Beiye smiled coldly, “So at this very time, only he can go out of the palace as usual, because everyone is used to it.”

“It takes twenty years to develop a habit to prepare for the unexpected needs of some extraordinary moment in twenty years…” Meng Fuyao let out a “sizzle” and said in a low voice, “Making grandfather extraordinary People too!”

While they were speaking, the two of them had already crossed the heavy roof, arrived at a courtyard in the north of the city, leaned against the eaves of Beiye, and gently tapped on the tile surface.

After a long while, the same frequency of percussive sound came from below.

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

Immediately, Meng Fuyao sniffed a familiar smell, floating over as if nothing.

Blood!