Fortunately, it was already dark, and the nine gate guards in Jianglin's inner city had already been dismissed by Fan Mou. If someone saw Qi Yun, the powerful Prime Minister, being scolded by a gatekeeper, his jaw would probably drop.
However, Fan Mou didn't care, and only opened his mouth to the mangy man: "Fan Mou never thought that the dignified leader of Qi Yun's seven sons would be willing to be the watchdog of Prime Minister Xiao's house."
As soon as these words came out, not only the arrogant man, but also the resolute-looking man next to the arrogant man showed anger. The arrogant man even took a step forward and gritted his teeth and said: "Little old man, don't think that I am at the foot of the imperial city.
I dare not touch you."
The usually steady man next to the rude man also moved to his side, his eyes moved slightly, and turned towards the quiet long street. He just wanted to check whether there were nine guards passing by on patrol before the rude man took action. If there were any, he would try to hide it for him.
Next matter.
But the two of them ignored the seemingly weak young master in brocade clothes beside them. The moment Zhang Hude and Wu Fen stepped forward angrily, they had already moved lightly to block Zhang and Wu.
Zhang and Wu, who were originally full of anger, obviously did not expect that this weak young master would move forward silently, without them noticing at all.
"Two eldest brothers, my second uncle is here to visit Xiao Xiang and reminisce about old times. I hope you two can communicate." The young master looked calm, bowed slightly as before, and spoke softly.
Wu Fen had just re-examined this young master at this time. He had a face like a crown jewel, and he was dressed in fine and velvet clothes. He was courteous and courteous. He had a faint smile on his lips, but the cold tenacity hidden in the smile in his eyes seemed like nothing in this world could shake him.
Heart.
He calmed down instantly and thought to himself that Fan Mou must have something to rely on if he dared to come late at night. I had some friendship with Fan Mou back then, but I had never heard of him having such a "nephew."
Zhang Hude, who was beside him, didn't think much. On impulse, he stretched out his hand to push aside the young master standing in front of him to look for Fan Mou's trouble.
Wu Fen was only concentrating on guessing the identity of the young master, but did not pay attention to the impulsive Zhang Hude beside him. By the time he realized what he was doing and wanted to stop Zhang Hude, it was already too late.
Zhang Hude's big palm-like hand had already been placed on the young master's shoulder, and he shouted: "Little scholar, get out of the way, this has nothing to do with you."
Of course, Zhang Hude had no intention of embarrassment and held back his strength for fear of hurting the seemingly weak young man in brocade clothes in front of him.
Unexpectedly, Master Jinyi's body seemed to have roots on the ground and could not move. When his palm touched the young master's shoulder, it seemed to be firmly sucked by a strong force. Zhang Hude was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand, but unexpectedly, his palm could no longer be withdrawn.
return.
Anger suddenly arose in Zhang Hude's heart, and without any hesitation, he stretched out his other hand, held his wrist, pulled with all his strength, and tried to remove his hand from the young master's shoulder, but the young master still stood with a smile and bowed slightly.
He stood still, letting the man's face turn red and not moving at all.
Seeing that the rude man was trapped by the young master, Wu Fen could no longer hold back. No matter who the young man was, he grasped his fists with both hands and was about to attack the young master. Unexpectedly, the young master did not even raise his eyes, as if he did not care about Wu Fen.
Keep the momentum in mind.
Just as the Qi Yun twins were about to fight the young master, a clear sound broke the stalemate.
"Two uncles."
The cardamom girl who had just opened the door appeared in front of the door again at some unknown time. She looked at Zhang Hude, whose face was flushed. Her clear eyes like lake water turned slightly, and she had already seen the clues. She moved her feet slightly until Mr. Jin Yi and Zhang and Wu Er
Among the people, he gently raised his hand, pressed Wu Fen's clenched fist down slightly, and then turned to the young master in Jinyi.
"Since the young master is here to visit Prime Minister Xiao and is messing around in front of the door, if outsiders find out, wouldn't they laugh at Prime Minister Fan for not knowing etiquette?" The girl's words were not only addressed to the young master, but also to the people outside the residence of Prime Minister Xiao.
Fan Mou, who stood with his hands on his hands, listened.
The young master's eyes met the eyes that were as clear as lake water. The coldness hidden in the smiling eyes suddenly disappeared. The smile on the corners of his lips became brighter. He relaxed his shoulders slightly and in the blink of an eye, he had retreated behind Fan Mou at the foot of the stairs.
Zhang Hude, on the other hand, felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the force of sucking his palm suddenly dissipated. However, his strength had not yet been released, and he couldn't help but stumble backwards. Fortunately, Wu Fen beside him had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he reached out to support him, and he was able to stop.
Stay in shape.
"My subordinate, Fan Mou, brings my nephew to see His Royal Highness the Princess."
Saw a good show
Fan Mou saw that the young master had retreated and Wang Yuer's big "discourteous" hat was pointed at him. He immediately knew what he was thinking. His long and narrow eyes moved back slightly, revealing a look of surprise. Then he folded his hands behind him and bowed.
salute.
The young master behind him has not moved his eyes since Wang Yuer's arrival again. He stares at Wang Yuer's figure with a smile, and follows Fan Mou, bowing and saluting.
"Okay, when the door is about to open, won't I tell you that Grandpa Xiao has been waiting for a long time. I think there is no need for Grandpa Xiao to come in person to invite Prime Minister Fan to come into the house?" Wang Yuer saw the young master staring directly at her.
, I had already felt disgust in my heart, but in Grandpa Xiao’s house, I couldn’t be rude, I could only frown and speak bluntly.
When Fan Mou heard this, he tilted his head slightly. In the eyes of Wang Yuer and others, it seemed that he was telling his "nephew" by his eyes not to make another mistake. In fact, Fan Mou was asking for the young master's wishes.
Seeing that the young master never took his eyes away from Wang Yue'er, he knew what he meant and immediately smiled and said: "That's true, then I'll ask you to lead the way."
Wang Yue'er felt uncomfortable being looked at by the young master below her. She just wanted to get away quickly. After hearing Fan Mou's words, she hurriedly turned to Zhang and Wu and bowed, "I'll leave it to my two uncles for now."
Zhang Hude only held his hand against Young Master Shicai and did not fight with him. He wanted to ask for advice, but was stopped by Wu Fen. He had already seen the Young Master staring at Wang Yuer and immediately came to the girl's rescue.
: "Your Highness, the princess, will go to rest on your own. You can leave this place to me and Lao Zhang."
Wang Yue'er was worried about Zhang Hude's irritable temper, but knowing that Uncle Wu was here to calm down, he agreed and acted as if it was okay. What's more, according to Grandpa Xiao's instructions, when it was time to evade, he immediately turned around and walked into the mansion.
Feeling a little strength from Old Wu's hand holding him, Zhang Hude already knew what Old Wu meant. Although it was reckless, Zhang Hude was not stupid to be the leader of Qi Yun's seven sons. After thinking about it for a while, he regained his composure and stopped immediately.
Act impulsively.
"Prime Minister Fan, please follow me into the mansion." Wu Fen saw Lao Zhang calm down and immediately led the way and spoke to Fan's uncle and nephew at the foot of the stairs.
The young master's eyes followed the beautiful figure of the cardamom girl and disappeared into the Xiao Mansion, and then he looked back, then he respectfully lifted Fan Mou's arm and followed Zhang and Wu who led the way into the manor.
As everyone knows, in a dark place far away from Prime Minister Xiao, until the door of Xiao Mansion is closed, a figure appears. The moonlight shines on his face, and his eyes are firm, his face is like a knife, and his expression is stern. Then he retreats slightly and disappears.
In the darkness, when the moonlight reappeared, there was no trace of this man again.
In the Yunshu Hall, Zhong Qi was hunched over, with a whisk on his arm, walking towards the oil lamp in the hall, twisting the pure gold light stick, and lifting up the shaky wicks one by one. Suddenly the flames jumped, and the light in the Yunshu Hall was bright.
A lot.
Looking back at the book table, the Ninth Five-Year Plan was still holding a cinnabar pen to mark the memorial. His turbid eyes revealed a hint of hatred, but it was gone after just one breath.
"Zhongqi."
I don't know whether he felt the gaze of the rickety old dog, or whether he was tired after reviewing the memorials for a long time, but the Holy Master finally put down the ink pen in his hand and spoke softly.
When the old dog heard the words, he immediately lowered his eyes and was about to step forward quickly, but he paused and turned his head slightly, his cloudy eyes like arrows shooting towards the outside of Yunshu Hall.
Seeing Zhong Qi's unusual behavior, the Holy Master did not say anything. Instead, he was very interested and gently twisted the jade holder on his wrist to watch the changes.
The rickety old dog was still calm and calm, and he was about to walk, but heard a small sound again, but this time the old dog did not stop, and bowed his head towards the bookcase: "Your Majesty, forgive me, this old slave is old, and I only care about
Turn on the lights and get ready..."
Before he finished speaking, his palms were spread out, and the fly whisk was still on his left arm, not moving at all. However, the lights in the hall shook slightly. Looking at Zhongqi's palms again, he saw the small pure gold stick that had previously danced with the lights.
, is gone...
A figure suddenly appeared in the corner of Yun Shu Palace where the lights had not illuminated. This person held one fist in front of his chest and was silent. No one knew how he avoided the layers of guards and entered Yun Shu Palace. No one knew that he was already there.
He stayed in this dark corner for a long time, but as Zhong Qi opened his palms, the man quickly walked out of the darkness, and it turned out to be the man who disappeared in front of Prime Minister Xiao's house.
When he reached the Nine-Five Bookcase, he knelt down and kowtowed: "Duanmu Qiu kowtows."
See my emperor, long live my emperor!"
After the salute, Duanmuqiu slowly opened the fist he held on his chest. What appeared in his palm was the lamp stick that had just disappeared from Zhongqi's fingertips. Although he kowtowed and leaned his forehead on the ground, Duanmuqiu turned his head slightly as if provocative.
First, his sharp eyes were directed at the rickety old dog beside him.
Seeing Duanmuqiu's sharp gaze, Zhongqi still had the same expression in his eyes, but his stature was more hunched. He bowed to the master on the desk, and then left quickly from behind Yunshu Hall, as if nothing happened just now.
It wasn't until the Holy Emperor and Duanmu Qiu were the only two people left in the Yunshu Hall that Jiuwu on the desk said, "Okay, there are no outsiders, just get up."
After hearing this, Duanmu Qiu stood up, bowed his head, and stood under the writing desk.
"How?" His Majesty's eyes moved slightly and he spoke calmly.
Duanmuqiu spoke respectfully: "Fan Xiang and his nephew paid a night visit to the Xiao Mansion. They had a slight quarrel with General Zhang and Wu, but I was not happy that the monarch showed up to calm it down, so he entered the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"Yue'er is quite clever." The Holy Master stroked his beard, smiled, and praised.
After hearing the holy words of praise, Duanmuqiu did not show any signs of relaxation. Instead, he lowered his head and continued to report: "I have never heard that Fan Xiang has a nephew before..."
"What do you think of him?" The Holy Emperor continued to ask with approval in his eyes.
After thinking for a moment, Duanmu Qiu reported truthfully: "I... I'm afraid I won't be able to do it as well."
Hearing the words, the Holy Master laughed so loudly that the lights in the Yunshu Palace trembled, and then said: "There is no need to belittle oneself, that boy is bold enough to sneak into the capital of our Qiyun Kingdom... The grudges of the previous generation will be resolved next time.
It's most appropriate for us to get married now, but it's a pity that my prince, with whom I can fight, is not in the capital."
The expression on Duanmuqiu's face remained unchanged, and the pupils in his eyes had shrunk, which showed his shock. The word "sneaking in" by the Holy Master showed the identity of the young man in brocade clothes. He also called himself Fan Xiang's nephew. After thinking about it for a moment, Duanmuqiu was shocked in his heart.
Don't dare to think about it anymore...
Although Duanmu Qiu did not respond under the writing desk, how could the Holy One not check his thoughts? He stood up slowly and said: "He is bold and careful, and his martial arts is also good. He is a great person. I don't understand. Such a good son, the Zong family is so good."
Old boy, you are actually willing to throw me, Qi Yun, to kill someone with a borrowed knife? But I don’t like to be someone else’s pawn..."
Duanmuqiu bowed and stood with his head bowed, and he could clearly feel the beads of sweat on his forehead. He thought that the Holy Lord had summoned him late at night and just wanted to stare at Fan Mou, but he never thought that he would hear such a shocking secret.
The Holy Master saw the beads of sweat on Duanmu Qiu's forehead, and he didn't know whether it was a look of satisfaction or a light of doubt in his eyes. He just got up and put down his desk, looked at a mansion in the inner city of Jiang Lin, and murmured to himself.