As for Fan Xian...

I came here once a few days ago. The envoys of Northern Qi and Dongyi came to Beijing. As the young minister of Honglu Temple, he naturally had to accompany them for negotiations.

I thought I could get the upper hand by relying on modern common sense, but I didn't expect that there was a character named Xin Qiwu in Honglu Temple who was even more impressive. He was very verbal and intimidating throughout the whole process.

The purpose of coming to visit Zhou Ji was actually to vent and complain. As for the temple map, he had not yet planned to tell Zhou Ji. Firstly, it was not easy to take the initiative, and secondly, he felt a little bit resentful in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, a few days later, a carriage filled with bamboo slips and ancient books entered the city. For a while, the streets were deserted, and countless literati and poets poured into the streets, just to see the people in the carriage.

Zhou Ji opened the window and caught a glimpse of the carriage passing by the street. He heard the name "Zhuang Mohan" from the people watching downstairs, and immediately thought of the most classic scene in the original work.

Hundreds of poems about drinking wine!

Good guy, have you used all the five thousand years of poetry and poetry in China to show off to people?

Zhou Ji closed the window, thinking that she would go to the palace even if it was dangerous, and relive these eternal songs.

As a result, Fan Xian also came to see him that night when he made up his mind.

"You are saying that your mother left a box for you and you want to open it? Because there is no one in the former residence outside the city, so you speculate that the key is in the palace?" Zhou Ji raised his forehead and said: "There are so many flaws, I don't know where to start.

refute."

Fan Xian's expression froze and he did not answer.

Everyone has their own secret.

He had never revealed anything about Wuzhu to Zhou Ji. If he hadn't been worried about the great master in the palace, he probably wouldn't have even said anything about the box.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Ji is not interested in Wuzhu. As long as he goes to the temple, there will definitely be someone more interesting than Wuzhu.

So Fan Xian concealed some things from him, and he didn't mind. At least so far, everything was not beyond his control.

Fan Xian laughed and said, "I plan to explore the harem at night at the banquet tomorrow night. Then I will steal the key and find someone to make a copy and put it back. I hope you can meet me outside the palace wall."

In fact, he originally wanted to ask Wang Qinian for help, but the matter was so important that once it was leaked, it would definitely endanger Wang Qinian's wife and daughter.

The assassination on Niulan Street a month ago almost separated Teng Zijing from his wife and children forever. Although she did not directly blame Fan Xian, Fan Xian always felt a faint pain in his heart every time he noticed her miserable eyes.

Teng Zijing was in trouble because of him, and he really didn't want to hurt Wang Qinian anymore.

Fan Xian raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ji. There is a difference between closeness and distance.

Keng Zhou Ji... He has no guilt at all.

"There are so many masters in the palace, are you sure you can handle it?" Zhou Ji looked at Fan Xian with a look of disgust and complained: "Not to mention that one of the four great masters is probably in the palace, just the ninth-grade archer Yan

Xiao Yi and Emperor Qing's personal guard Gong Dian can easily crush you to death."

Fan Xian twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry about it, I have my own solution."

"What can you do? If you have any other ideas, what can I do?" After Zhou Ji finished running, he patted his shoulder and said, "It's just a key theft, leave this matter to me."

"You?" Fan Xian said, dumbfounded, "I'm not kidding you."

"Neither do I."

Just like Fan Xian hid Wu Zhu from Zhou Ji, Zhou Ji also did not tell Fan Xian that he had traveled to "Wulin Gaiden".

The soul traveled through Bai Zhantang for eight years, going in and out of the palace to steal royal wine, as if entering a deserted place.

Can you understand the pride of the Thief?

Zhou Ji held her head high and said sternly, "You can come to the dinner but tell me where the key might be hidden and I promise to get it for you."

Fan Xian was doubtful, but seeing how conceited Zhou Ji was, he couldn't help but complain: "I know you are extremely talented, but ninth-grade archers and grand masters are by no means easy people to deal with. Yan Xiaoyi can listen through a wall.

By the time the two people are breathing, they can even determine their exact location, which is as intimidating as a sniper with a thermal imaging device."

"Ruoruo didn't tell you?" Zhou Ji laughed and said, "I can do this too, even better than him."

Seeing that he could not persuade Zhou Ji no matter what, Fan Xian had no choice but to give up.

Then he thought, if he was hiding the truth from others and letting Zhou Ji secretly steal the treasure for him, with Wu Zhu's help, the plan would indeed be more perfect.

So he told Wu Zhu's speculations one by one, and finally said in a deep voice: "I will find someone to lure him away from the great master in the palace. As for Yan Xiaoyi, I have dealt with him several times. This person's hearing is beyond comprehension."

He is ordinary and cautious by nature, and will be alert if something goes wrong."

"If you enter the palace, you must not move quickly, avoid jumping over, and do not climb high."

Zhou Ji knew that Fan Xian had good intentions, so he listened carefully to what he said and only wrote down the key points. As for the others... they were only for reference.

Those who are good at swimming will drown, and those who are good at riding will fall.

The more sensitive a person's hearing is, the more they will rely on their hearing.

This unusual hearing is his proud capital, and it is also his biggest flaw.

"This is a detailed map of the harem. The key should be in the secret room of the bed in the Queen Mother's palace."

Fan Xian took out a drawing from his pocket, and the beautiful and elegant small regular script came into view. Zhou Ji smiled and said, "This is definitely not what you drew."

"My sister painted this, do you dare to see her?" Fan Xian countered, "You flirted with my sister and ran away, you scumbag, I wish I could tie you up in front of Ruoruo right now and bury you alive on the spot!

"

The more Fan Xian talked, the angrier he became. He knew Zhou Ji did it unintentionally, but he still couldn't help but glare at Zhou Ji fiercely to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Didn't you say you won't mention this matter?" Zhou Ji admitted defeat on the spot, raised his forehead and said, "We are not suitable, there is no possibility."

Intellectually I agree with Zhou Ji's decision, but I cannot accept it emotionally.

"It's okay if you don't leave!" Fan Xian couldn't hold back in the end and said what he had always wanted to say but never dared to say.

There is a saying in interpersonal relationships: "Speaking in a shallow way means keeping the conversation deep". In fact, no matter how good friends are, they should know how to keep a certain amount of secrets from each other.

Fan Xian's words silenced Zhou Ji completely.

'After all, I was too eager.'

Zhou Ji smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't know what kind of world he would travel to in the future. At least he didn't dare to wait too long before reaching the worlds of immortality such as "Wind and Cloud" and "Myth".

It was not that Zhou Ji had not considered the option of staying.

But his alienation from this world made him feel even more lonely. In the final analysis, he was just a passerby, and his vague affection for Fan Ruoruo was not enough to make him stop completely.

"How can a scumbag miss a flower?"

Zhou Ji looked at Fan Xian with a frivolous expression and let an angry fist hit him hard on the face.

A fishy smell like rust came from the corner of his mouth. Zhou Ji gently wiped the oozing blood, lowered his eyes and said, "I accept the picture, and the plan for tomorrow night remains as usual."

Fan Xian raised his fist again, but finally put it down and said dejectedly: "I have given the map of the temple to Ruoruo. If you still want to go to the temple, just go find her."

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Chapter completed!