Chapter 117 It's All Right Today, Zi Lanxuan Listens to Music
Chapter 117 Nothing to do today, Zilanxuan listens to music
Zilanxuan.
Han Fei was sitting in a simple and elegant private room upstairs. Not only him, but also Zi Nu, Wei Zhuang and Nong Yu were there.
In the past few days, Han Fei has been busy consulting old books. He always feels that there is definitely something that he has overlooked among the forces that exist in Xinzheng today.
Fortunately, despite all the hard work, we finally found useful clues.
Liu Yi's death involves the past in Baiyue more than ten years ago, and Mr. Zheng, who showed his talent, is actually involved in secrets from a hundred years ago. The cause and effect of the past continues in Xinzheng, and Han Fei doesn't know about this pair.
For South Korea, which is in turmoil, whether it is good or bad.
Sitting in front of the case, the air in Zilanxuan was still sweeter. He shook his head and said casually: "After so many days, why is Zilanxuan still so deserted?"
When he walked in, he didn't see as many customers as when he first came.
Hearing this, Zi Nu's charming face still had a faint smile, making it difficult to see clearly what she was thinking. She slowly shook her head, "This is all thanks to Mr. Zheng."
Ever since the rumors about Zilanxuan spread, the business has never been as hot as before. After all, the consequences of tasting bad seafood are very serious. Seafood merchants have strict requirements for the quality of seafood.
Han Fei raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and he didn't come out for several days, and he didn't hear Zi Nu take the initiative to mention Zi Lan Xuan's difficulties.
"If he doesn't say yes, will he help solve the matter?" Han Fei asked.
Liu Yi's death has been concluded and has nothing to do with "eating bad seafood". Zilanxuan's situation has indeed improved, but the business is still not comparable to before. But people tend to believe what they see more, maybe
You can ignore the installation risks, but you must never let the real machine be associated with risks.
In response, Zi Nu smiled softly, "But he didn't say when he would help."
This feeling of being hung up all the time is not a good one.
"Miss Zinu didn't ask?" Han Fei raised his head and looked at her and said.
He didn't think that Zheng Ze would deal with them on this matter.
Zi Nu shook her head, the purple hair on the side of her face swaying slightly, "Nongyu asked, and he said it's not the time yet. Let's not talk about it, why didn't Mr. Zhang Liang come this time?"
The ridiculously beautiful woman beside Zheng Ze seemed to be gone, so he came to Zilanxuan especially frequently in the past few days.
He didn't ask in person, but asked Nongyu to ask because he never paid when he came to Zilanxuan to spend money. However, Zinu wrote down every payment, and she planned to ask for it together next time she saw him.
It's not that she has no solution, but the method proposed by Zheng Ze can not only solve Zilanxuan's difficulties, but also bring Zilanxuan's influence to a higher level. For a better future, she maintains enough patience.
Han Fei glanced at the quiet and elegant Nong Yu next to him. From his point of view, she was also a rare and good girl. Feeling that he was being watched, Nong Yu, who was tuning the guqin, raised his head and nodded towards this distinguished young master.
nodded.
After smiling back, Han Fei withdrew his gaze and replied: "Mr. Fu Nian from Confucianism is here to visit. Zifang is welcoming guests in the mansion today."
Hearing this, a strange color flashed in Zi Nu's eyes. She knew who the Confucian family was here for, "Then why don't the Ninth Young Master go and meet his fellow disciples?"
Han Fei shook his head. The Confucian people did not come to him, but went to visit Kaifangdi. The meaning expressed was very obvious. Confucianism itself had no intention of intervening in South Korea's internal affairs. Kaifangdi was already a highly respected minister.
No need for Confucian help.
"I haven't met that head disciple very often. Xinzheng hasn't been so lively for a long time!" he said with emotion.
At this time, Wei Zhuang, who had been standing by the window with a wine bottle in hand, looking at the scenery outside, suddenly spoke.
"While paying attention to the excitement, we often overlook the dangers hidden behind it." His voice was as cold as ever.
Hearing his voice, Han Fei slowly put away his relaxed expression and nodded, "Brother Wei Zhuang is right, what do you think he will do?"
Hearing this, Wei Zhuang turned around, his eyes always so calm and sharp, "No matter what he does, he can't keep what he has in his hand. If he loses it, danger will ensue!"
Han Fei agreed with Wei Zhuang's views.
Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism all came for paper. It is not difficult to see that they attach great importance to this thing. This is also the reason why Ye Mu did not make any big moves. But this emphasis also confirms their determination to obtain it. Compared with the powerful and powerful
Baijia, Zheng Ze puts aside the halo of papers and policy papers, and is actually just a small person with little power and some fame.
Previously, he dared to secretly attack Zheng Ze in the palace at night. Once Baijia's influence was gone, the result was self-evident.
"Brother Wei Zhuang is also waiting for this moment?" Han Fei asked with a smile.
Raising his head, Wei Zhuang glanced at him but did not answer.
When the halo fades and he cannot take advantage of the situation, Zheng Ze's situation will be very dangerous. At that time, the best choice is to rely on a force, and Quicksand is a good choice.
Although they wanted to go together, Wei Zhuang and Han Fei had different purposes. The moment he saw Zheng Ze, he remembered the past.
Nong Yu listened to their conversation, and there was a slight frown on Wen Ning Xiuwan's face.
What they mean is that Zheng Ze will be in danger?
…
Zheng Ze, who was in a dangerous whirlpool, swung his sword over and over again in the courtyard. The accumulation of inner energy after the fifth level was several times that of the previous ones. Although Yan Lingji has always marveled at his talent, Zheng Ze still
Don't feel like it's enough.
The fourth stage of the puppet opening is going to be accelerated, and he is looking forward to the final effect.
Not far away from him, Yan'er hugged a wooden bucket that was extremely disproportionate to her small body and walked to the pole where clothes were hung, where two stools were placed.
She placed the bucket on one of the stools, stepped on the other one, and hung the clothes in the bucket to dry on the pole. It could be seen that the clothes Zheng Ze bought on her body were stained with water.
Zheng Ze did not stop the little one from trying to show his worth, but just told her to be careful.
Probably because of her mother's strong strength, Zheng Ze found that Yan'er was much stronger than other children of the same age.
Putting down the sword in his hand, Zheng Ze let out a breath. He did not continue, because his keen sense already told him that someone was coming.
"I really admire you. The sword is pointed at your neck, but you are still so leisurely." On the eaves of the wall, the ink crow in black clothes is particularly conspicuous in the daytime.
After giving him a faint look, Zheng Ze simply said: "If you thought this sword could pose a threat to me, you wouldn't trade with me."
Mo Ya smiled softly and did not refute. Recently, he has been coming here every day. Now there are too many eyes focused on this city, and the night controls Zheng Ze's every move.
As Mo Ya, who is responsible for monitoring him, he is well aware of Zheng Ze's behavior in the past few days, except staying in the yard and going to Zilanxuan.
Of course, probably no one would have thought that his monitoring eyes and the person he was monitoring had hidden secrets.
"After hiding for a few days, Tianze and the others have arrived in Xinzheng. Your beauty has also arrived. Where is the letter this time?" he said directly.
Zheng Ze took out the thin envelope from his chest and threw it to him with all his strength.
Taking the paper that was like a hidden weapon, a strange color flashed in Mo Ya's eyes, "Are we about to break through?"
Zheng Ze's eyes were dull, "I don't want you to be found out because you talked nonsense to me."
Hearing this, Mo Ya chuckled and shook his head, "Don't forget your promise."
After saying that, the black figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a crow feather slowly swaying from mid-air.
…
In Xinzheng City, a place where no one noticed, Yan Lingji opened the envelope and found a few words on it. After reading it, her delicate face was no longer indifferent as before, and the few words made her mood less beautiful.
He hummed softly, then raised his hand, and the bracelet hung down from his wrist. The flame ignited the paper, and he watched it slowly burn out.
As the flames licked the page, the writing on it was also devoured.
Before it was all turned into ashes, you could see the words on the remaining pages: "Nothing to do today, let's listen to music at Zilanxuan."
