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"Master Hou, the news from Zhongjing that Lord Luo and Lord Xu committed suicide. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Bi Kongqing stood at the door of Lin Jinrong's bedroom, although the sky was only bright, but Lord Wuhou of the Han Dynasty had already lit the candlestick in the room.

Bi Qingqing, who had been waiting outside the bedroom for a long time, said in a deep voice, his tone slightly sad.

There was still a slight sound in the bedroom, but it was silent after Bi Tianqing finished saying this.

"Master Hou, are you okay?" Bi Kongqing frowned, and there was a slight worry in her tone, but she still didn't dare to push the door in.

"Find a way to bring their bodies back to Canghai and arrange for someone to support the parents of the two adults. The voices in the bedroom seemed to be exhausted, but the small sound of dressing was still heard after the words fell.

"Yes, Master Hou. Bi Kongqing turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly thought of something and stopped.

"Do you need to advance the meeting of generals scheduled for the next year?" Bi Tianqing's voice was very soft, so light that only he seemed to be able to hear it, but the people in the room seemed to hear it clearly.

After a moment of dullness, he finally replied, "The meeting went as planned. ”

"But......" Bi Kongqing was anxious and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lin Jinrong's voice.

"Otherwise, the lord of Canghai City, you will do it?"

"Don't dare. Bi Kongqing heard the displeasure in the tone of the people in the room, and hurriedly responded.

"Let the sixth son come and see me. ”

"This ......" Bi Kongqing didn't seem to understand what Lin Jinrong meant, but she could only answer.

"Master Hou, you look for me. The sky was still not bright, and Lin Jinrong's door was not opened, but for some reason, even his cronies couldn't enter the bedroom at will, but at this time there was a figure as black as eternal night.

But this shadow is so quiet, so inconspicuous, if it weren't for the sound he made, presumably even Lin Jinrong wouldn't have been able to detect his appearance.

"There's something I want you to take someone to do. Lin Jirong thought for a while, and felt that this matter seemed to be more reassuring only if it was handed over to him.

"Master Hou, please speak. The voice from the black shadow did not have the slightest emotion, just blindly obeyed, it seemed that if Lin Jinrong let him die at this time, he would not have any hesitation.

"Take your people to Zhongjing, if the emperor wants to seal the mansion of the Chang Shilang of the household department, you are responsible for bringing him to Canghai City, can you do it?" Lin Jinrong gently put on his favorite Confucian robe on weekdays, and said calmly.

"Hou Ye rest assured, as long as the sixth son does not die, Master Chang will be fine. The shadow left a word in Lin Jinrong's bedroom, and then disappeared in a moment, as if he had never appeared.

Lin Jinrong turned around, glanced at the window that had not yet risen the sun, but let in the light, and finally let out a long breath of relief.

What he was worried about seemed to have reached the critical point of an imminent outbreak, although Lin Jinrong thought that he was completely prepared, but there was still a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

He pushed open the bedroom door and watched the slight snow that had fallen last night cover the world in a snow-white white, and his mood was a little more relaxed.

Ji'er should go back to the academy, right?

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. Lin Ji's glorious deeds of making a big fuss about Xuanjianmen at the signing ceremony reached Lin Jinrong's ears on the third day after the end of the conference, which made Lin Jinrong cry and laugh a little, and finally could only say two words: "Like me." But he didn't worry about Lin Ji and Xuanjianmen tearing his face, in Bi Kongqing's words: "My face is already blue and swollen, what can I do if I tear it." ”

Lin Ji returned to Zhongjing's first stop and went to Izuyun Pavilion, of course, he didn't go through the main gate.

Instead, he flew directly to the boudoir on the top floor. Seeing that the Fengchun Teahouse, which was razed to the ground by the war a few months ago, rose again, Lin Ji had a sigh of time flies.

Zhongjing is changing, the world is changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the face of the woman behind her.

After the beautiful woman saw Lin Ji's Huo Ran appear, her lips as thin as Zen wings opened slightly, and she seemed to be slightly surprised, but a hint of joy flashed in the corners of her eyes, and she pretended to be annoyed and said, "Doesn't Childe know where the door is?"

"I'm used to coming in through the window, so I don't pay attention to where your door opens. Lin Ji raised the corners of his mouth, took a deep sniff of the faint aroma that came from the woman who was standing not very far away from him, and said.

Ling Lu's face became a little more ruddy, looking at Lin Ji's frivolous appearance, his silver teeth biting lightly, and he looked annoyed and angry after being taken advantage of.

"Gotta get it...... I'm afraid of you, can't I go out of the door?" Lin Ji spread his hand helplessly, and the next moment his body had already jumped down from the window that he had just entered.

Zero Lu turned into a laugh, covering her lips, and a string of silver bell-like laughter came, as if it could melt everything.

Lin Ji patted the Confucian robe with a fairly good fabric, looked at the huge signboard of the Cloud Pavilion, and walked into the brightly lit building under the courteous greeting of the two little guys.

Glancing at the lobby of the building a few times, although Lin Ji's expression on his face was calm and usual, his mood was a little shocked, and he found that this green building looked lively and jubilant on the outside, but it was very quiet inside, which was very different from the ordinary green building.

On the stage with the red carpet in the middle, several women with curly waists are playing the piano and strings, their expressions are focused on the instruments, and there is a tenderness between the eyebrows and eyes, but they do not cast good or teasing glances at the guests in the audience.

Entering the lobby, the whole world seemed to be quiet, and the voices of the girls in the building leaning on the railing and waving red sleeves to make fun of him became extremely distant and inaudible, but immediately after, there was a sound of small footsteps upstairs, Lin Ji guessed that it must be those girls who rushed here to see him, and quickly lowered his head to hide the embarrassment on his face.

And the girls who were supposed to be rushing in front of them were stopped by a soft shout.

The old bustard, dressed in red makeup, walked slowly down from the second floor and walked towards Lin Ji with a spring breeze on his face.

Lin Ji greeted him with a smile.

Obviously, the little maid knew that Lin Ji's identity had already alarmed the bustard, and it must not be the person he could receive, so he bowed to Lin Ji and turned to leave.

"Oh, Lin Gongzi's arrival in the Cloud Pavilion is simply brilliant. The old bustard's body was plump, like a ripe grape, leaning next to Lin Ji and spitting like an orchid, which made Lin Ji blush.

The old bustard, who was supposed to have a very loud voice, didn't know why his voice became so small this time, and there seemed to be a little deep meaning in his eyes when he looked at Lin Ji.

The old bustard didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, so he pressed Lin Ji's arm on his chest, dragged Lin Ji's body all the way up to the second floor.

The soft feeling came from his arm into Lin Ji's brain, making Lin Ji's thinking seem to pause for a moment. Unconsciously followed the steps of the old bustard to the second floor, where there were few guests.

The old bustard waved his hand to disperse the cluster behind him, put down Lin Ji's arm, his expression became slightly serious, and he walked through an extremely quiet corner with Lin Ji, and he couldn't see anyone again.

The old bustard's steps seemed to have stabilized the moment he walked around the corner, and he lost his initial tricks. Then he bowed to Lin Ji with the courtesy of Confucianism, and shouted respectfully: "Lin Shizi." ”。

"This ......" Lin Ji was a little caught off guard, the hands behind him unconsciously pinched together, his mind turned sharply, and after concluding that there was no danger, he immediately stabilized.

"Who the hell are you. Lin Ji asked in a cold voice with puzzled doubts, because the various forces in Zhongjing are intertwined and complicated, and Lin Ji wants to sort out a basic clue from here.

"I'm just a little person, I don't need to worry about the prince, my master is in the house, and I think the prince will have a good time talking to him. The old bustard smiled, different from the previous smile, and this time the slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be a little less socialized and accidental, but mixed with a little sincerity.

With doubts, Lin Ji slowly pushed open the ordinary door in front of him that was like the door of other women's rooms.

"Squeak ......" After the wooden door was pushed open and there was a shrill soft sound, Lin Ji walked into the house without hesitation.

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