All the candles on the candlesticks in the room were lit by the servants, making the whole room brighter. After Xu Zhuyan and Ling Ying chatted for a while, when he proposed to attack Tang Ji, the latter bluntly blocked him and couldn't help but explain:
: "Emissary Ling Zuo doesn't know that although Tang Ji is young, he has contributed many practical strategies to the Ningguo court. Now the Emperor of Ningguo attaches great importance to him. Even Li Qin and Li Xian have suffered a lot at his hands.
, If we don’t get rid of this son, it may be difficult for us to realize our grand plan!”
Ling Ying closed her eyes tightly and supported her head with one hand: "The palace master will keep him of great use. Don't worry, he will be busy soon and won't be a stumbling block on our way."
"But..."
Xu Zhuyan wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Ling Ying raising her hand: "Okay, everything will be done according to the order of the palace master!"
Hearing this, Xu Zhuyan had no choice but to compromise, cupped his hands and replied: "As ordered."
He froze on the spot and thought for a while. Originally, this autumn hunt was the best time to kill Tang Ji, but he would never dare to disobey the palace master's order. He shook his head with some pity and stopped worrying about the matter.
He said: "Envoy Ling Zuo, you have worked hard all the way, go and rest first."
Ling Ying drove for half a month continuously, during which she didn't sleep much. She was indeed a little sleepy. She rubbed her brows, stood up and said, "Okay, give me two more maids."
"Yes!" Xu Zhuyan responded.
...
As night falls, a huge full moon hangs in the sky. The noise in the city only gets louder than during the day. The streets of all sizes are covered with lanterns. The east and west markets are full of hawkers. Many rivers are filled with hawkers.
There are many painted boats floating around, there are endless singing and playing in the brothels, and some restaurants are holding Mid-Autumn Poetry Festivals with attractive rewards...
"Uncle, this is for you!"
Jiu'er, wearing a Sun Wukong mask, jumped up to Tang Ji and handed him the Zhu Bajie mask in his hand.
Tang Ji rolled his eyes and tugged at her ears: "You stinky girl, did you practice martial arts well today? Don't let that kid beat you to the ground next time you compete with Meng Yunluo!"
Hearing this, Jiu'er snorted: "No way!"
She had made a plan yesterday to practice martial arts hard after the Mid-Autumn Festival and strive to reach first-class strength within a year.
Beside her, Su Qing looked up at the night sky and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've seen the city so lively!"
"What, weren't the Chinese Valentine's Day and Zhongyuan Festival last month very lively?" Shangguan Ming, who was holding Jiang Ran's arm and looking at the stalls on both sides, retorted.
"Ah Ming is right." Su Qing nodded slightly and agreed, looking back at Tang Ji: "Brother Tang, what are your plans for tonight?"
Tang Ji turned his head and glanced at the enemies. He had rented a flower boat and planned to take Ranran to live in a world for two. However, he met these two guys on the road. He touched his chin and thought for a while before replying.
: "Today Jiran Theater launches a new play, and there is also a lottery. If Aqing doesn't mind, let's go together."
"Of course I don't dislike it!" Shangguan Ming interjected, pursed his pink lips, and added: "But Mr. Tang, can you stop calling me A Qing!"
After hearing this, several people looked at each other, smiled, and continued walking towards the street.
This scene happened to be captured by a voice standing behind the window of a nearby high-rise building. Her eyes were focused on Tang Ji, and she stroked her lips and smiled: "Is he the most talented person in Ningguo? There are quite a few women around him, huh!"
After saying that, Ling Ying suddenly thought of something interesting and ordered the maid behind her: "Yun'er, change my clothes for me."
Immediately, Ling Ying lifted the veil from her face, and a delicate and small face was revealed under the moonlight. Combined with her pair of peach blossom eyes and willow eyebrows, it can be said that she has a beautiful face. If she were the city guard yesterday,
The soldiers are still here, and their jaws may drop.
After a moment, a red figure flashed out of the window and disappeared into the hazy moonlight.
...
Tang Ji led everyone to stroll along the street near Jiran Bookshop. He took the package handed over by Jiu'er and was about to hand it over to Ye Zheng behind him. When he turned around, he realized that both of them were already carrying large and small bags.
, Ye Zheng even used his teeth, and couldn't help but sigh at the purchasing power of these three women. If Li Yu hadn't gone to the palace to attend the banquet, Song Yao would not have come, and there would probably be more. Hanging the package in her hand on Cheng Tie's
On his neck, he reminded: "After walking for such a long time, there is a bookstore in front of you. Let's go in and take a rest."
"Okay!" Shangguan Ming raised his hand and hit his shoulder tiredly.
Jiang Ran smiled and was about to follow the others forward when she found a woman in red walking towards her. Seeing that she had no intention of changing her path, she prepared to get out of the way. Who knew that the latter was only one step away from her?
He suddenly turned a corner and bumped into Tang Ji.
"Ah~"
Ling Ying pretended to scream, then fell to the ground, looking up to Tang Ji with some grievance.
Tang Ji didn't give her a good look. This person obviously bumped into her on purpose. He said calmly: "Girl, you don't have to be like this!"
Hearing this, tears fell from the corners of Ling Ying's eyes and she sobbed twice: "Sir, the little girl is sick and sometimes can't see the road clearly. I just wanted to make way for that girl, but I bumped into you accidentally.
,sorry."
Can't see the road clearly?
Is there still this disease?
Shangguan Ming looked at the other party with disbelief, pinched his waist with both hands, and snorted: "I think you are just thinking about Mr. Tang!"
After Ling Ying heard that Tang Ji was an official, she immediately showed fear: "I'm sorry, sir, I hope you can forgive me."
There were a lot of people on this street. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Tang Ji didn't say much. Besides, the other person might be hallucinating. After all, later generations have heard of such a disease, so he waved his hand: "Okay,
Let’s go.”
But as soon as he finished speaking, Ling Ying asked in a low voice: "Sir, the little girl is weak, can you help me?"
Tang Jizheng was about to take a step, then paused and winked at Jiu'er.
When the little girl saw a woman approaching her uncle, she naturally didn't have a good look on her face. She quickly walked over, grabbed Ling Ying's arm, and pulled her up. Then she pursed her lips and snorted softly, and returned to Jiang Ran.
"Thank you, sir." Ling Ying bowed solemnly.
Tang Ji didn't want to waste any more time and said bluntly: "Let's go."
After saying that, he subconsciously went to hold Jiang Ran's hand, but when he passed by Ling Ying, he heard a small voice coming from the other party's mouth.