In the afternoon, the rain gradually decreased.

Ye Jingtang walked out of the dungeon, his hand still on the handle of the knife, trying to figure out the essence of the "Tianhe Knife" method.

I just had an exchange with Qiu Tianhe in the dungeon, and I finally learned the "Tianhe Sword".

But "Tianhe Sword" is a rare internal skill in swordsmanship, and it is completely different from the swordsmanship of his adoptive father. Now he can only say that he has learned how to use it, but he does not understand the connotation of the swordsmanship at all, and he cannot be called proficient. Now

It is too early and too outrageous to teach Prince Jing, so it takes two days to get familiar with it.

After a second thought, he walked out of the entrance of the dungeon. Ye Jingtang looked back at Mingyu Tower. He wanted to take a quick glance and leave, but unexpectedly he vaguely heard the words of a mature woman in the light rain:

"What are you thinking about? Giving this kind of thing..."

"You are the one who is lonely. You are really...see for yourself. It is so thick that it is almost as thick as your wrist..."

"Why should I change it to something smaller? No, no, you can use it yourself... I'm so embarrassed~..."

The voice is shy and unbearable, with a hint of disgust, but it is delicate, soft and waxy, and very pleasant to the ears.

Just by hearing her voice, one can imagine a beautiful lady biting her lower lip shyly and refusing in annoyance.

Ye Jingtang was a little confused and wanted to hear who he was talking to and what he was talking about.

As a result, as soon as I pricked up my ears, I heard a whisper like an ancient god:

"Sir, please?"

The sound came so suddenly that Ye Jingtang, who thought he was already good at martial arts, was startled.

Looking around, he realized that there was an old woman with long hair reaching the floor standing three steps away from her. Her waist was stooped, her left hand was behind her back, and her right hand was spread out to indicate the outside of the black yamen.

Although this is the first time Ye Jingtang has seen this white-haired old woman, she can guess from her appearance that she is most likely one of the two red sticks of the Black Yamen - the white-haired Listening Meng Jiao.

Eight-armed Ksitigarbha and White-haired Tingting are both top masters and coaches of the 'national team'. Although they look inconspicuous, one can imagine how important they are in the world.

Ye Jingtang was caught eavesdropping on the conversation of the royal family members. He was really embarrassed. After bowing his hands, he walked quickly to the black office. After walking a few steps, he looked back and saw that the exit of the dungeon was empty, as if it was just an illusion.

What a light gong...

Like a ghost...

With lingering fear in his heart, Ye Jingtang quickly left the black office and turned back on horseback. Along the way, he was also thinking about the identity of the lady who spoke just now.

Someone who can stand on top of Mingyu Tower and chat without any worries must have a very noble status, but it doesn't look like she is an empress.

While wandering around the capital these days, he also privately inquired about the situation in the DPRK and China.

The current empress was the sister of Prince Jing. There was not much age difference between the two. No one dared to mention her appearance. She only knew that she was decisive and tough.

Prince Jing has a supermodel figure and peerless appearance. He is a good empress. Such a empress should not be so shy when speaking.

And others...

Not many people knew about Ye Jingtang, and I really couldn’t figure out who it was. I just assumed it was a relative of Prince Jing.

He wanted to go to the palace to look for the "Singing Dragon Picture". Speaking of which, he had also heard rumors about the "Mian Shou" in the past few days.

Judging from inquiries in the past few days, the two empress sisters are very clean and self-sufficient, and there are no rumors of face-to-face appearances...

By the way, the same is true for the widowed Empress Dowager Qin...

But by betraying his appearance and deceiving a woman's feelings into the palace to get things, it's a bit shameful no matter how you think about it.

The only way left is to practice Qinggong hard and sneak into the palace.

The possibility of succeeding with this method is very high, but the risk is undoubtedly extremely high. King Guangjing is surrounded by ghost-like ruthless people like "White-haired Listener". He doesn't even dare to think about what the empress has around him. If he is discovered, he will probably not even

Every bird has to be made into squab soup...

Walking along the street through the busy city, I returned to the alley entrance of Dyefang Street before I knew it.

Although there was no sound, I could smell the aroma of fried pork in the distance.

Night Terror Hall hadn't eaten well from yesterday to today, and her appetite aroused when she smelled the aroma. She quickly came outside the courtyard and looked from the wall - there were benches under the eaves, and the little heroine was sitting outside the kitchen, chopping firewood with a hatchet.

The method is good, but the work is not very skillful, and the length of the chop is different.

Smoke was rising from the kitchen and the windows were open. Luo Nuxia was wearing an apron and walking around between the chopping board and the stove. Rice was warming on the small stove.

The birds are also very diligent, standing on the stove, opening their beaks, waiting for help to taste.

Ye Jingtang opened the courtyard door and raised the two small wine jars in his hands:

"Is the meal ready? I just happened to buy two bottles of wine on the way, Yangchun Shao on Wutong Street. I drank it at Jinpinglou last time. The wine was very fragrant..."

Luo Ning had heard the footsteps a long time ago and raised her eyes to look at Ye Jingtang. She had not yet calmed down after being bullied last night and did not speak.

Zhe Yunli was much more enthusiastic. He flicked his wrist and threw the hatchet out. He nailed it firmly to a piece of firewood. He stood up and ran over to catch the wine jar:

"Cousin Jing, how is Hei Ya's tone?"

"It went very well. I went to learn the sword skills from Qiu Daxia, and Qiu Daxia agreed. After I learn it in a few days and teach it to Prince Jing, I should be able to fish the person out."

"Prince Jing won't learn sword skills and turn his back on him, right?"

"Prince Jing is interested in my ability. How can he win over people by turning his back and refusing to admit his guilt? Moreover, it is not about letting the tiger return to the mountain and letting Qiu Daxia retire in the capital. It is equivalent to moving the prison to another place. There is no need to fool me."

…

During the chat in the Night Terror Hall, he came to the kitchen, looked around for a while, and found that there was no wine glass, so he said:

"Yunli, help me buy a set of drinking utensils from the grocery store on the street, thank you."

"okay."

Zhe Yunli immediately picked up the umbrella and wanted to go out.

Luo Ning didn't pay attention at first, but after cooking for a few times, she noticed something was wrong - how could she forget to buy wine utensils when she could buy wine?

!

Luo Ning's iceberg-like cheek stiffened slightly and she quickly looked back:

"Yunli..."

Zheyunli's legs and feet were quite nimble, and there was nowhere to be seen in the yard.

At the same time, Ye Jingtang had already walked up to him and rubbed the big bird:

"Nvxia Luo is so good at her craftsmanship."

"..."

Luo Ning looked to the side and moved a step away from looking at the Night Terror Hall:

"Night Terror Hall! If you dare to push further, don't blame me for being unkind."

Ye Jingtang discovered in the morning that Luo Ning was indeed a little unhappy. He knew that he was a little impulsive yesterday, and he felt quite ashamed.

He took out a green jade pendant from his sleeve, placed it on the chopping board, came to the stove and fiddled with the fire:

"Don't think blindly. Heiya gave me the 'Longtan Tourmaline' and the jade pendant together. If I gave it to you in front of Yun Li, it would be easy for her to misunderstand."

Luo Ning glanced at the 'Longtan Tourmaline': "You knew you would be misunderstood, and you still gave me a jade pendant? What do you mean?"

"How can you say it's a gift? We worked together to capture the thief last night. I can't keep the loot for myself. Maybe Luo Nuxia wants to give me everything. This will make me think wildly."

Luo Ning thought about it, it really made sense, and took the jade pendant into her arms:

"This is what I deserve, not what you gave me as a gift. When I leave Beijing, I will take it to Shuiyun Sword Pond in exchange for a reward of silver."

No matter how you hear this, it sounds like he is deliberately trying to make people angry at night.

Ye Jingtang shook his head and smiled: "Of course you can do whatever you want with your things."

Bah la la...

The water mist in the pot rose, blocking their sight, and the conversation stopped.

Luo Ning stir-fried the vegetables skillfully, but she was obviously a little absent-minded. From the corner of her eye, she paid attention to Ye Jingtang, who was fiddling with the stove fire and basically putting the seasonings in random places.

After a moment of silence, Luo Ning couldn't help but speak again:

"Go out and don't stay here."

"Nvxia Luo doesn't want to see me so much?"

Luo Ning put down the spatula and stared at Ye Jingtang with cold eyes, as if she was ready to give up her life.

Ye Jingtang shook his head and got up and went outside, chopping the firewood that Yunli had not finished chopping.

Luo Ning then relaxed and continued cooking. She picked up a small piece of fried meat, blew on it, and fed it into the mouth of the bird that was waiting for food.

Niaoniao caught it with bright eyes, and then...

"Gu...?!"

The bird twitched twice, closed its beak in a rare move, and nodded like a pound of garlic, thinking it was praising Sister Little Watermelon for her good craftsmanship.

Then the bird jumped out and went to the Night Terror Hall to look at the firewood carefully...

As the aroma of rice filled the courtyard, the rain also stopped.

"It's time to eat~"
To be continued...