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Xiang Yunfu asked directly, "Do you want to get the Thunder Cloud Arrow?"
"Yes, it's for the imperial family and also for my father's unfinished business."
"Your father..." When she heard him mention the old man, she couldn't help but think of things that happened a long time ago, where the sun and the moon passed by, and decades passed by in a flash.
Today's world is the world of the younger generation.
Bai Yuxian is waiting for her elders to teach her. I don't know what she wants to do. Is she going to use the incense?
Xiang Yun said coquettishly, "You only need to untie the twelve incense sticks."
"Unlock the twelve incense?"
"Yes, carefully write down the ingredients of the twelve incense."
This seems a bit difficult. He doesn’t understand what women use. How to explain this?
If Xun'er were here, I could completely rely on her, but she's not here.
Bai Yuxian had two heads and two heads. He took over the problem left by his elders, which was a pile of bottles and cans. She took them away. When he walked downstairs, he had to untie the things in his hands before he could go upstairs again, otherwise he would
Get beaten down.
Mu Qiu watched the Crown Prince walk down and asked, "Prince Crown Prince, what is this?"
"question."
There are really a bunch of questions, one question for each bottle, a total of twelve bottles, that is, twelve questions.
He couldn't figure it out, so who should he ask for help? There was no way he could rely on Sikong Ran. She was an enemy and he couldn't rely on her at all.
There was only one left - Qi Lanqing, so she didn't have to count on it.
Qi Lanqing is good at wielding swords and guns, but she has no idea what these rouge and gouache are?
Bai Yuxian was sad and returned to the room carrying a bag of spice bottles. The time limit was twelve hours.
Mu Qiu poured tea for his master and said, "It's not appropriate to ask someone to come here."
"Isn't that right? Qingyun Temple is full of monks. How can a peasant woman know this?"
"Your Majesty, Xia Ning should understand, right?"
"Does she understand? Doesn't she also know how to wield a knife and a gun?" Bai Yuxian continued to worry.
When he was in trouble, Xia Ning came to him at the right time.
It was Ye Fuxun who sent someone to find her, and she asked that Bai Yuxian not be told that she was here.
Xia Ning could only follow the arrangements of the Crown Princess of Yan.
Since you are helping the prince solve the problem, let's give it a try. When the prince knows the truth later, he will probably understand.
Therefore, Xia Ning came to recommend himself, "Perhaps I can let my subordinates try this deodorization thing?"
"Can you do it?" Bai Yuxian was very doubtful.
Xia Ning's face turned red and she said, "A dead horse should be treated as a live doctor. It seems that the prince has no better way, right?"
Bai Yuxian thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you can give me the answer tomorrow morning."
"Yes." Xia Ning carried her things and was about to leave.
"Wait, where did you take it?"
"You can't let your subordinates be in your room, right? You want to be misunderstood, but your subordinates don't. Dong Yan will be angry."
Bai Yuxian:......
The winter eaves guarding the outside:...
Mu Qiu: He couldn't help laughing. Bai Yuxian looked at it and asked someone to take it away.
Xia Ning took a bag of things and went to another room. In the room, Ye Fuxun was sitting on the futon. She couldn't hear any movement, but she could feel the person coming back.
Xia Ning took out twelve bottles of spices, and Ye Fuxun asked him to prepare paper and pen, "Write it yourself."
"yes."
Ye Fuxun picked up the bottle and opened the cap. She smelled the fragrant floral fragrance and said, "I think it's a lily..."
Xia Ning sat in front of the desk and wrote carefully. It was late at night, and the lights in all the rooms were turned off. Only this one was brightly lit.
Xia Ning wrote softly, while Ye Fuxun spoke slowly. The fragrances of each flower are different, and she had to think about the ingredients, so she stayed up all night and wrote out twelve fragrances.
Bai Yuxian was not idle there. He went to talk to the Jiu Xian. He took a jar of wine and walked up to the Thunder Cloud Tower. He pushed the wine over.
The wine master is in his forties, and the suaveness he once had has now faded away. Time has left indelible scars on his hair and face.
The Master of Wine tasted a glass of wine, but he hadn't drank it for many years. It was obviously the wine he loved to drink back then, but now when he tasted it again, it didn't taste the same as before.
He glanced at the handsome young man and asked, "What do you want, Your Majesty?"
Bai Yuxian didn't want to answer, "This world."
"The sky is huge and the earth is huge, but there are gaps in your heart that cannot tolerate the vastness of the world."
"Isn't the ravine just like the sky and the earth?"
The Jiuxian laughed, "Young people are like this. They are inevitably immersed in the love between their children and cannot extricate themselves, and your father is obsessed with this."
"Is the Jiuxian an exception?" Bai Yuxian sat across from him. There was no emotion, anger, sorrow or happiness on his extremely rich face. Even his thoughts could not be seen at all. He was better than his father.
The wine master leaned on his couch and said, "The emperor today is too arbitrary."
"Did the Brewmaster pay the price for his careless words in the early years?"
"It's not necessarily... careless." The Jiu Xian looked out the window. He saw the dark night and the silence outside and murmured, "You are a knife and I am a fish and meat. Since you have chosen, there is no price, but it is all about winning or losing. One game."
Bai Yuxian agrees with this sentence. Everything starts and ends with a win or a loss. If you win, you get everything, and if you lose, you get nothing.
What about him? Will he win or lose?
He also wanted to see it, but all bets were based on the premise that he could not hurt her or lose her. She was everything.
The Jiuxian looked at the young man. This was the only remaining son of the Seventh Prince. He had great ambitions and many things. He could not focus solely on the great cause of imperial power. "And this... is your biggest karma."
"Maybe the best chance?"
"Your Majesty, it's not that you don't know the current situation in the Lu Kingdom. Your grandfather is paranoid and has his own opinions. He is old and has become a bit indifferent."
Bai Yuxian stood in front of the window. He also knew that the emperor's grandfather was arbitrary and it was not easy to gain the trust of this relative. Back then, the seventh prince, as his favorite son, could not win the trust of the supreme emperor. Now, a man who has been living abroad for many years How can the emperor's grandson win his trust?
"Your Majesty, since you know the road ahead is bleak, why do you still want to wade through this muddy water?"
Bai Yuxian said, "If it's for one person, what does the Wine Master think?"
"Mom-driven."
"Isn't the same thing true for the wine master back then?"
Bai Yuxian left, he had found his answer.
Since he wants to stay out of the matter, let the two imperial uncles fight each other to the death. Only if they ignore it can he, Bai Yuxian, reap the benefits.
Aren't King Duan and King Xian watching him with eager eyes? Then let them go and let them do their thing. No matter what they do, it is their doing and it has nothing to do with him, Bai Yuxian.
This prince is so cunning that the Jiu Xian sighed with emotion: Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years.
Today's young people are not worried. Bai Yuxian returned to the room, drank a cup of tea and asked, "How is Xia Ning doing?"
"The light in her room is still on, so she's probably writing."
"That's all, let her do it. Let's take a gamble on success or failure."