Xu Sanxiao did not dare to disobey the order after all.

After thinking about it for a while, I pulled out a ruler and wrote quickly.

Trepid ~

Another eagle cry.

Break the sky.

I don’t know where the Haidongqing flew to.

...

Flying in Luzhou, embroidering swords at Zhao family.

"Master... Anhoucheng's secret letter!"

Zhao Boduan hurriedly put down the tea in his hand and couldn't wait to open the letter paper.

But in just a few days, he seemed to have grown ten years old.

The original end was black, and there were two more strands of snow-white.

"Xu Sanxiao was summoned by King Liang..."

"Helian Bi committed suicide by taking poison..."

After reading this, Zhao Boduan suddenly raised his head and a strange smile flashed across his face.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

It was a good idea to shout three times in a row.

Zhao Boduan has no descendants and has always loved his nephew very much and regards him as his own.

But when he saw the news that he committed suicide by taking poison, he actually laughed happily.

It's really confusing.

Zhao Boduan handed the secret letter to the staff behind him, then picked up the tea, pecked it lightly, and his mouth was full of fragrance.

The haze of the past few days has been swept away.

The staff member is not an ordinary person, but a famous monk in the world, named Hou Chunfeng.

He has a nickname called "Smiling Scholar", because he often has a smile on his face.

Seeing Zhao Boduan laughing happily, Hou Chunfeng didn't look at the letter: "When the Lord is so happy, then there is no need to read this secret letter."

“There are only two.”

"One is Xu Sanxiao left southern Xinjiang."

"Second... it must be the little marquis who committed suicide by taking poison."

Zhao Boduan put down the teacup and laughed: "Pure wind is indeed a magical trick."

"I get the pure wind like a tiger with wings."

Hou Chunfeng shook his head slightly, still smiling: "The Lord is going to break me."

"But now we have to find a way to take the little marquis back."

Zhao Boduan nodded: "Xu Sanxiao left, the rest is not worth worrying."

"But you can't act rashly, don't mess with Xiangfei Gu's attention."

"Lord, think carefully and admire the pure wind."

"It's just a grievance, Bi'er has to suffer a few more days."

...

Flying to Luzhou, Liangwang Mansion.

zhe~

zhe~

zhe~

At the end of summer, it is the time when crickets are the most noisy.

The screams are endless.

Some people find it annoying.

Some people enjoy it.

King Liang Zhu Yong is over fifty years old, but he doesn't look old on his face.

With his big belly, he put his head in the jar in front of him, holding a beef tendon grass in his hand, and was teasing him.

The crickets in the jar are all dark, like black jade, and crystal clear.

A big head, big legs, and straight tentacles are the best in stimulating weaving.

"Your Majesty, my junior brother sent a secret message. Xu Sanxiao had already set off from Anhou City. It was as fast as three days, and it was as slow as five days, and it was as slow as five days, and it was as easy as you could get to the palace."

Behind King Zhu Yong of Liang was a Taoist priest with a bun tied hair, long beards under his chin, a Taoist robe in blue, and a black hair whisk in his hand.

He stands up slightly, and his fairy spirit is floating.

Zhu Yong didn't look back and continued to tease the cricket in front of him, but just said lightly as if nothing had happened.

"Mo Yuzhe, I won't see you these days~"

When the Taoist priest saw King Liang's reaction, he had already had a scheming in his heart.

"The secret letter also said... the monk from the Sword Temple did not marry into Xiangfei Valley and had returned to the Sword Temple."

As soon as these words came out, King Liang Zhu Yong's movements were stunned and suddenly turned his head to look at the Taoist priest.

He looked a little excited: "Then Princess Shenxiu...is still a perfect body?!"

The Taoist priest nodded: "From the physical perspective, it is indeed a perfect body."

"And, according to the spy, Princess Shenxiu is obsessed with practicing now. I believe that it will not take long to meet the requirements of that secret technique."

"Hahaha."

King Liang threw down the beef tendon grass and laughed to the sky.

“Very good…”

King Liang put his hands behind his back, his smile on his face was closed, and his eyes gradually became fierce: "Monk... should be close to Buddha, right?"

The Taoist priest nodded: "I know, I will make arrangements immediately."

Just then, a noise suddenly came from outside.

"Fun, fun~"

I saw a young man in luxurious clothes, smiling silly, saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, and rushed in.

No one on both sides dared to stop the guards.

He was holding a big cricket in one hand.

These two are not under the previous "Mo Yuzhe".

It is the best product in the weaving, selected from one in a thousand.

only.

The one on the left has a thigh.

The one on the right has a pair of tentacles.

There is no movement now.

King Liang Zhu Yong's heart became tight.

‘Tiger Head General’…

‘Euphorbia’…

...Zhi!

These two are his confidant beloved players, and they are usually careful when teasing themselves.

I didn't expect it to be so unclear.

King Liang shook his head with distress, but his face was full of loving smiles and scolding: "Xuan'er, you've entered Dad's warm room again."

"Fun, fun."

When King Liang heard this, he laughed happily: "My son is more important than anything else."

"Dad plays with you."

"Okay, okay."

Seeing this, the Taoist priest behind him was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly there was a voice in his ear.
To be continued...