Xing Yutang thought for a while and said in confusion: "What my father said was the female envoy from many years ago in the child's palace?"
"It's her."
Xing Yutang smiled and said, "I remember."
Xing Yutang looks as upright as his name, and he looks a little serious on weekdays. When talking about childhood, he rarely bends his eyebrows.
"The needlework and threading work of the guizhan is quite well-known in the palace. Although she is an ordinary woman, there is rumors in the palace that the little animals she embroidered can run all over the ground."
"The child was naughty at that time and insisted on embroidering a rabbit that could run off the silk handkerchief for him. The child had to rush to embroider the rabbit overnight."
"But she has no cultivation, so the embroidered rabbit will naturally not run away. She asked the guards in the palace to go up the mountain and catch a live rabbit back, and she performed the whole trick."
"She stayed up all night just to make me happy. Now I think that the child was quite harsh at that time."
When Xing Yutang was talking about the old things back then, the thin figure behind the screen listened quietly and was very focused.
When he finished speaking, a gentle laugh came from behind the screen: "I didn't expect that you still remember these small things. It seems that you also like the scheming commander."
"Yes," Xing Yutang nodded, and the smile on his face gradually became calm.
"It's been more than ten years since she left the palace, and I don't know how she is doing."
Both sides of the screen fell silent at the same time.
A moment later, the thin figure on the screen spoke first: "The envoy of the Climbing Office passed away a few years ago."
Xing Yutang was stunned.
The figure continued, "The person you asked for help to find for your father is the posthumous son of the envoy. I believe that she should have given birth to a daughter."
Xing Yutang asked quickly: "Does my father have a general location to find someone?"
The figure on the screen was silent for a moment and said, "It's about near Jinyun Village."
Xing Yutang bowed: "The child will arrange for someone to search now."
Two low coughs came from the screen, and without saying anything else, Xing Yutang quietly retreated.
Just when he turned around and walked out, he looked up accidentally, and Xing Yutang's eyes hesitated for a moment.
He saw the portrait hanging on the wall.
It was a portrait of my aunt, which was once hung in my father's inner study.
My father moved to Canglangque to live, and the portrait was moved here again.
My father's longing for his aunt has never diminished.
Xing Yutang sighed softly.
Maybe it was because my father was too stressed to guard Canglang City alone.
Outsiders only think that my father is the lord of Canglang City with a glorious glory and a great monk who no one in the Eastern continent can afford to offend.
Only my aunt can understand my father's dilemma.
The portrait of his aunt reminded Xing Yu of Yanyan again.
He walked out of Canglangque, but the palace gate behind him did not close immediately.
This door would be closed after he left, and the warm light reflected from the tall door, just like the father's gaze.
Just as he was about to go down the steps, Xing Yutang looked at the yard next to him and said, "Father, the firewood over there is almost full again. The weather has been dry recently, and it is so hot that it may cause fire. Should the child move it away?"
A gentle voice came from the hall: "No need, the will of heaven is getting colder, so they are just around the fire."
Xing Yutang said nothing more. His soft deer leather boots silently walked through the plain blue brick road and disappeared outside the hanging flower corridor that led to the front yard.
It was not until Xing Yutang walked out of the deep courtyard where Canglangque was located that the tall hall gate of Canglangque slowly closed.
Behind the screen, Xing Yan sat alone in front of the eucalyptus table, with a book spread out in front of him, with a blue silk scutellar on it.
Xing Yan raised his head and his eyes fell on the high roof of the Hunyuan Hall, as if he was looking at the distant stars outside the roof of the hall.
His eyes were very clear, just like the water on the new lotus after the rain. Such a clean gaze was actually hard to appear on a great monk like him who had lived for many years.
However, Xing Yan was very lucky. His eyes almost completely swallowed the hardships of time, and turned all those years of hardship into spiritual springs that cleansed these eyes.
Let him have eyes that are always as pure as a child.
It is precisely such a pair of eyes that obscures the world's spying.
Xing Yan is the oldest person in the Eastern Continent.
No one knows how old he lived in Canglang City's lord Xing Yan, nor does anyone know what advanced realm he has cultivated.
No one has the chance to see Xing Yan take action with his own eyes.
All those who have seen it with their own eyes are dead.
"Yutang has discovered that the Eye of Canglang has disappeared."
Xing Yan said something.
The answer to him is the quiet that is always the most loyal to him.
After a while, Xing Yan took his gaze back from the dome and landed on the silk handkerchief in front of him.
The blue silk handkerchief has a soft texture and excellent material. The handkerchief embroidered with an extraordinary embroidery, as if it would jump off the handkerchief at any time.
"I have been divined many times and it is obviously a girl, where did that child go?"
I couldn't help but mutter something in confusion, and Xing Yan scratched his head impatiently.
This action shows a bit of monkey nature, making him look even less like a big thing that has lived through the long years of practice.
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"What do you think about this?"
Niu Nenggan followed Hua Chang and walked into the big room where the two lived.
Niu Nenggan always doesn’t like to live in it, and it’s too deserted and boring.
I felt sorry for living with my friends and I was too reserved, so I just pestered Hua Chang to live with him.
Hua Chang and Niu Nenggan went to business together a lot. He couldn't help but agree to it twice, and then he was out of control.
Until now, Hua Chang has long been used to it.
Although Niu Nenggan is a little talkative and loud, he is basically practicing at night. Even if he lives in the same big room with him, Hua Chang will not be disturbed.
Since following Yan Yan, whether it is Hua Chang or Niu Nenggan, his cultivation has improved significantly.
Although the business is busy, the supply of sufficient elixirs cannot be maintained. Even if you only take drugs, it is much faster than ordinary people's practice.
However, the reason why they chose to go to Shang was because Hua Chang and Niu Nenggan were not particularly talented in their cultivation. They were already very content to improve their cultivation again.
Hua Chang did not answer Niu Nenggan, but looked at him and asked, "What about you?"
Niu Nenggan grabbed his head with his palm-clad fan and said, "I just can't figure it out, so I'm asking you! This kind of work that deals with the official family has always been done by Mr. Chen, so why did he get us in this time?"
"I'm OK with the goods, I'll be overwhelmed by letting me play with these officials!"
Hua Chang nodded: "You are right. The leaders of our people seem to do the same job, but in fact the division of labor is different."
"Mr. Chen is responsible for communicating with lords in various realms, and Chief Bi is responsible for the circulation of the middle. Our main responsibility is to distribute goods. This has been the case in the past."
Niu Nenggan nodded immediately to agree.
Hua Chang looked at Niu Nenggan's eyes and said seriously: "Since we know what we know, our boss will naturally know what we know what we know."
"So, this trip to Canglang made us enter the city was deliberately arranged by the boss."
Niu Nenggan widened his eyes: "Does the boss want to sell a large amount of goods in Canglang City?"
He said this, and a friend outside the door whispered a message: "Two leaders, monk Bo is here..."