The mute slave suddenly opened his mouth in the corridor and said intermittently: "Taking advantage of... location is not... a skill."
She smiled in surprise: "Fifteen of you surround me. Do you still want to kill me on a flat street?"
Another mute slave, who was slightly shorter, whipped his whip repeatedly and summoned five other puppets. However, twenty people crowded into the corridor, and of course they were unable to use them.
"Wooden man, do you still want to compete?" She smiled.
She tapped her forehead with her finger, indicating: "Win with wisdom. Idiots don't understand."
When the big mute slave saw this gesture, he was so angry that his veins popped out. He knew that the woman in front of him was a useless person, and Master Yan and several others secretly talked about her being stupid and stupid now. But in the end, she dared to laugh at him as a wooden person?
The big mute slave wanted to roar angrily, but the words he spat out were still hoarse and intermittent, with a foreign accent: "We compete again, if we lose...I...I...will commit suicide immediately!"
"Huh?" She held the Sheng in her hand and smiled, "It's not necessary to commit suicide, but how many puppets can you take care of? You have to make a bet."
"Five...fifty."
"Can your puppet take on private work behind Mr. Hou's back?"
"...can...can!"
While they were bargaining, Manager Lian Er, Qin Meng, Song Po and several others caught up with her. Seeing that she had already secured a win, another little mute slave seemed to be stopping his companion who wanted to bet, but because he could not speak at all, he could only
He was so anxious that he waved his hands randomly.
She hesitated: "Can't take a private job? Forget it. No more bets."
"Yes—!" the mute slave roared, and whipped his whip at his companion, telling him not to stop him.
"Okay. If you win, I have nothing to say. If you lose, your puppet will have to do private work for free and do three things for me. You can't tell the Marquis."
"……well!"
Manager Lian Er looked at the mute slave silently, he was looking for death. Although he was the elephant slave in His Majesty's tiger and leopard room. He had indeed used His Majesty's elephant to take over private work behind his back from the palace. But he was also affiliated with Jinyi Yamen.
The puppet raised by the Marquis is not an elephant in the palace.
Cao Xiwan smiled, she had already seen it.
This is the elephant slave in the palace.
Jinyiwei also manages the tiger and leopard room and the elephant room in the palace.
But the mute slave was extremely shrewd, and he must have guessed what the Marquis was thinking.
"Flatterer." She sneered and gently gave the mute slave three words.
"..."
The big mute slave stared in anger.
"What? Madam Qing, she and the mute slave have agreed to move to another place to compete?" Master Yan just ran over and heard the brocade flag on the corridor of the study reporting this. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He was originally worried, but Madam Qing wouldn't pay attention to this at all.
What does it mean!
"Okay! Just compete on the long street outside the Hou Mansion! This is what the Marquis wants! Let's compete somewhere else." He quickly asked Fanzi to pass on the order.
Liu Ruhai stood aside. When he heard this decision, he couldn't help but look at Master Yan with pity.
Didn't he see that she was a useless person, but now she was able to defeat the enemy with her voice? She relied on the right location.
The street in front of Houfumen is clearly the most advantageous terrain for her!
On the long street, there is the Bell and Drum Tower. Song Chengming originally wanted to go upstairs to watch this competition. But he seemed to have a premonition.
Maybe it will still be a complete failure.
The lantern was lit, and he walked slowly in the Hou's mansion with his hands behind his back.
The Marquis was surrounded by fans and walked from the side corridor to the front hall. At the middle door, he saw Liu Ruhai from Prince Zhao's Mansion.
Afterwards, this famous doctor from a family sat casually on the corridor beside the front hall. Under the moonlight, Liu Ruhai was deep in thought, with a look of memories on his face.
"...Shou Shi, what do you think?"
Liu Ruhai woke up from his memories, stood up, cupped his hands and smiled bitterly: "Master Hou."
Song Chengming asked Liu Ruhai to watch this competition today, just to let the Zhao Palace know that his people were comparable to the dozen or so demon palace masters in Biying Palace, but at this time, they were easily cracked by Cao Xiwan. He felt dissatisfied.
Apart from being happy, there was not even a trace of joy on his face, and his face was full of joy as he talked.
Liu Ruhai knows very well that the ability to control the enemy with music requires strong internal strength, proficiency in music, and unique weapons.
Even in the Biying Palace, there is currently only one palace master who is good at this. If Song Chengming had hundreds of puppets, it would not be difficult to surround and kill the other palace masters.
Of course Nankang Hou knew it well.
"The way of medicine may be like the way of martial arts. Talent is limited and manpower is hard to find." Song Chengming suddenly sighed.
Liu Ruhai glanced at him and realized that Song Chengming had a deep city and knew people well, but he still didn't see through the Qingluo female ghost.
"Students have also been negligent in the past. Madam Qing has been practicing hard in front of me for the past two years to use her voice to defeat the enemy, but I have never noticed it."
Song Chengming was startled, surprised and confused. When did she practice hard?
In the past two years, she has been lazy in the house every day.
East Palace.
Lu Xiuyun stepped back from Song Liangdi, hurriedly put on a red silk shawl, and picked up her Ruan Qin.
She walked down the palace wall and headed towards Nankanghou Mansion.
"Has she practiced?" Marquis Nankang couldn't help but ask carefully. Didn't Xiaowan learn to use her voice to control the enemy when she and Luo Mofeng were hanging around in the small duty room every day, doing business and chatting?
If she was so talented, what could he do?
In the past, when she learned the Biying Mental Technique, she had to at least teach a few children hard and spent more than ten years practicing hard. What about now?
Liu Ruhai hesitated to speak. Cao Xiwan practiced hard in front of Marquis Nankang every day to control the enemy with his voice. Song Chengming probably didn't notice at all.
At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew from the central hall gate, blew through the bluestone avenue of the front hall, and blew towards the Sanshan Gate.
On the side corridor, Song Chengming saw swaying flowers and plants and low trees. He was suddenly startled and woke up: "Not good!"
At this time, you can see the phantom shadow under the moon and following the wind.
The middle gate of the Hou's Mansion was paved with bluestone, and a green road went straight past the main gate of the mansion. She took the lead and swept out of the mansion like light, while twenty puppets were chasing her from all directions.
Two mute slaves, big and small, were whipping and making loud noises in the long street.
The spring night is getting deeper and the long street is deserted.
She was on the long street, using her body skills to maneuver around, breaking out of the tight encirclement, and lost all traces in an instant.
Song Chengming stood on the fire-watching tower beside the wall of the Hou Mansion, looking calmly with his hands behind his back.
The river was pouring with waves, the stars were flowing out, and a ball of starlight and moon flakes flew down and turned into a human form.
She fell from nowhere and landed on the gate of the Hou Mansion.
She looked down at the twenty puppets on the long street in front of her door and said with a smile: "The pearls of rice also shine. If I want to deal with you, my Eighteen Moves of Enchantment are enough."
Liu Ruhai stood by the concierge, listening to her imitating the tone of Russell, the Third Heaven Demon King, and found it funny.
She flew down gracefully, and Yan Fengren and Yan Liren on the long street also waved their long whips.
Amidst the crackling of whips, twenty puppets formed a formation on the broad long street in front of the mansion. Their figures were like the wind, intersecting with each other.
She laughed loudly: "Compared to the Extinction Feitian Formation, so what?"
"Hmph! On top of the Tantric Feitian Formation!"
Yan Liren couldn't help but replied, "My formation has killed countless masters. Do you dare to break through the formation?"
On the Bell and Drum Tower at the end of the long street, Eunuch Wen Ruo shook his head, and his junior brother Eunuch Wen Sheng sighed: "Let's go back."
"...I thought it was a bit interesting." Vincent also smiled bitterly.
Feng Junqing posted: "This is the time to recruit her."
Eunuch Wen Ruo was startled: "How can you recruit this? Song Chengming must keep her -"
"Song Chengming is a powerful hero in the Ming Dynasty. Now that his wife is pregnant, he must have his wife and children in mind. Although she is an old person, she wants to follow the imperial concubine into our Qin Palace as a dowry official. This will definitely make Song Chengming suspicious. If the Marquis of Nankang still reads
It’s unclear, she has no intention of becoming a concubine, and she doesn’t miss him at all, so he won’t be able to sit in his current position.”
Feng Junqing, wearing a jade robe and lotus crown, jumped to the top of the Bell and Drum Tower, his Taoist sleeves flying.
"Today, she will die."
He didn't believe that she had other options besides following him back to Prince Qin's palace.