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5. Miss Mystery Seven

"you……!"

"you…!"

Xu Xian was about to get angry, but when he raised his head, he suddenly saw a girl with a beautiful and refined face dragging a flower basket in one hand. He held it back for a moment. After all, he really couldn't bear to lose his temper with this flower-like girl.

"I know Mr. Xu is very angry that you didn't see my third brother, but my third brother really went out for something!"

This girl has a smile on her face.

"Then where did your third brother go and when will he return?"

"and who are you?"

When Xu Xian heard that Han Yan was not at home, he immediately wanted to leave.

"My name is Han Xiang'er!"

"My third brother... he went to the palace to face the saint!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while!"

"I'm afraid that Mr. Xu has been waiting outside for a long time. This is not the way our Han family treats guests, so I invite Mr. Xu to come into my courtyard to rest for a while!"

"My little girl has prepared tea for you, Mr. Xu!"

This Han Xiang'er is very shy.

"All right!"

Xu Xian calmed down for a while, thinking that there was no point in rushing to leave now, and it would be okay to have a cup of tea here.

After all, Han Xiang'er is also a beautiful woman. Although he only has eyes for the white lady at the moment, how can a grown man think that there are too many beauties and he doesn't want anything new?

Xu Xian then followed Han Xiang'er to a pavilion, sat down and started drinking tea.

At this time, Han Xiang'er suddenly walked to a small hut in the courtyard and knelt in it.

Xu Xian couldn't help but be a little curious. After drinking a cup of tea, he got up and walked towards where Han Xiang'er was kneeling. After a closer look, he discovered that the small house was a shrine with a virgin worshiped above.

"Who does the girl worship?"

Xu Xian had seen people worshiping various Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, but this was the first time he saw one worshiping a virgin, so he asked out of curiosity.

"Return to Mr. Xu!"

"What I worship is the virgin among the golden girls under the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Han Xiang'er responded.

"Virgin?"

"I seem to have heard that there is a pair of golden boys and girls under the seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva. The boy is a famous boy who is good at making money, and the girl is a dragon girl!"

"Could it be that the virgin the girl worships is the dragon girl?"

Of course Xu Xian still knows something about these.

"Why does Mr. Xu say that the boy who spreads wealth is famous, but there is no way to describe the boy?"

Han Xiang'er turned around at this time.

"But I heard that the virgin has always kept a low profile and is rare to see in the world. How can I describe her?"

Xu Xian responded.

"Then you can't say that the virgin is as beautiful as a fairy, more outstanding than the good boy?"

Han Xiang'er's expression was obviously unhappy.

"Even if that virgin is really like a fairy, she is definitely not as beautiful as my wife Bai Suzhen!"

Xu Xian thought of his wife, and of course she felt that no one could compare to her.

"What you say is really irritating!"

"Go away, I don't want to see you again!"

Han Xiang'er looked obviously angry at this time.

"This this!"

"Girl, why are you still angry?"

Xu Xian didn't expect that he would make Han Xiang'er angry by speaking his mind.

Then Han Xiang'er got up, ran back to the house in front of the courtyard, and closed the door.

Seeing this, Xu Xian knew that it was not good to disturb him anymore, so he asked his servant to say goodbye and left.

Two days later, Xu Xian was alone at home without waiting for Xiaoqing to come back. He was about to go out when he suddenly saw a familiar figure appearing outside the door, it was Han Yanzhi.

"Brother Han, why did you come to my house in person?"

Xu Xian was naturally very excited when he saw Han Yanzhi coming.

"Brother Xu, didn't you go to my house to look for me the day before yesterday?"

"I just returned to my house from the palace, and I'm anxious to see you!"

Han Yanzhi looked obviously tired.

"Did Brother Han stay in the palace for two days and nights?"

"Come on, let's talk inside the house!"

Seeing Han Yanzhi's concern, Xu Xian couldn't help but invite him to his home.

"yes!"

"Now that the Holy Father is getting old, he no longer wants to be a director. He is currently on a tour of the south. All affairs in the court have been entrusted to His Highness King Jian!"

"I was invited by His Highness King Jian these past two days to enter the palace to discuss military matters with him!"

Han Yanzhi followed Xu Xian into the house and responded.

King Jian? Could it be Zhao Shen, the future generation of Mingjun Emperor Xiaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty?

Emperor Gaozong took advantage of the Jin invasion to go to the south. Could it be that he was afraid of the Jin soldiers going south and escaped first, leaving the blame to Zhao Shen?

Gaozong was indeed a famous runaway emperor. He ran away alone and the people didn't care about anything. It was really a pity for the people that there was such a selfish emperor in the Southern Song Dynasty.

When Xu Xian heard the news that Emperor Gaozong had actually visited the south at this time, he was naturally furious and had nowhere to vent his anger.

"Brother Xu Xian, what are you thinking about?"

"Why don't you speak?"

Han Yanzhi seemed to notice that Xu Xian's expression was not right at this time.

"it's okay no problem!"

"I just can't understand why the mighty Emperor of the Song Dynasty would go on a southern tour when the Song Dynasty was facing such a powerful enemy invasion?"

Xu Xian still couldn't help but say it.

"This... holy will is hard for us ministers to fathom!"

"However, since the Holy Emperor has already entrusted the affairs of state to His Highness King Jian before his southern tour, then we as ministers can only obey His Highness King Jian in everything!"

"But fortunately His Highness King Jian is dedicated to the people. In order to resist the Jin soldiers' march southward, he summoned us descendants of the generals into the palace and discussed with him for two days and nights. He never fell asleep!"

Han Yanzhi also saw Xu Xian's dissatisfaction.

"Too!"

"But it's a good thing that King Jian is here, otherwise we really don't know what kind of disaster our Song Dynasty would face!"

"That's right, Brother Han!"

"Then how does the prefect plan to deal with the Fahai issue?"

Xu Xian changed the topic back to saving his wife.

"That's exactly what I came here to tell you!"

"Although I helped you talk to the prefect, after all, I have to go to the front line to defend against the Jin soldiers tomorrow on behalf of King Jian!"

"What will the prefect do to Monk Fa Hai then? I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much!"

Han Yanzhi said it truthfully.

"Then...then if the prefect releases Fahai, won't my wife be unable to be rescued?"

"Brother Han, you must find a way to help me, help me!"

When Xu Xian heard that Fa Hai might be released, he suddenly became anxious.

"But...but for today's plan, I can't help you much!"

"Unless...unless you can enter the palace to see His Majesty King Jian!"

"If His Majesty King Jian gave the order, I believe that Fa Hai would not dare not to release your wife!"

Han Yanzhi suddenly suggested.

"Let me enter the palace to see His Highness King Jian?"

"But does His Highness Prince Jian really have a way to get Fa Hai to release my wife?"

Xu Xian couldn't help but have some doubts.

After all, King Jian was not a god, so how could he make Monk Fahai let his wife go?

"Everyone knows that King Jian will be the emperor sooner or later. If King Jian gives the order, even if Fa Hai is unwilling to let your wife go, he will not dare to rashly disobey the emperor's order!"

"Otherwise, even if Fa Hai practices in every possible way and offends the Emperor, he may not be able to become an immortal Buddha!"

Han Yanzhi explained.
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