After leveling the shopkeeper Xu and the others, and clearing the shops under the hands of Mofu, Shen Qingyu didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and encountered a big problem.

At this time, the nine shops under the Mo Mansion have no shopkeepers, and this business has always been busy with her, and after a few days, her body began to be a little unbearable.

So at night, Meng Fu told his master about the matter, saying how capable Miss Nianchu was, how she ran on both sides of the Mofu shop, and how hard she was.

Xiao Chengyu's brows furrowed almost invisibly: "Yun Zheng." ”

Yun Zheng's eyelids jumped: "The subordinates are here." ”​

"Send someone over. ”​

"The subordinates obeyed. ”​

The man's eyes dimmed, as if he felt that something was wrong, and added lightly: "Let them pretend to be some." ”

A subordinate's face seemed to twitch: "Yes." ”

Meng Fu coughed lightly, thinking to himself when his noble and glamorous master was so down-to-earth?

Just thinking about it, there was a sudden numbing gaze on the top of her head, and she didn't have to think about it, she knew that it was her noble and cold master.

"Don't go back yet?"

Yes, yes, master, my subordinates will go back and take care of your future daughter-in-law............

slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a mistake on his face.

"The subordinates retired. ”

"Hmm. ”

At this moment, a low but respectful sound suddenly came from outside the door.

"Master. ”

It's Feng Yu, this kid is finally here.

Meng Fu's footsteps paused, but when he came into contact with his master's sight, he hurriedly walked out.

When she staggered by, Meng Fu winked at him vigorously, but how did she know that the latter was like an iceberg, and she didn't give her a look, she glanced at him and walked away.

Damn icebergs............

"Come in. ”

Feng Yu heard the sound and entered.

"The master asked his subordinates to come to Chang'an, I don't know what to order?"

The fingertips tapped on the table one after another, Gu Jingwubo's eyes swept casually, and said in a deep voice: "Xianyang." ”

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yu understood seven or eight points in his heart, and Meng Fu gave him a hint in the letters exchanged a few days ago, probably asking him to lead a team of people to Xianyang, pretending to be a liukou to take refuge with the woman surnamed Mo.

"The subordinates only serve the master in this life. ”

Yun Zheng gasped with a headache, and gave him a look, you know, you are serving the future princess, and that is the most important thing for the master.

But Feng Yu's temperament, these people all know it, once they make up their minds, they can't pull back the master of ten horses.

Unbeknownst to him, Xiao Chengyu didn't say much, but only responded lightly to a good word.

Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect his master to respond so easily, so what was the point of summoning Feng Yu to Chang'an?

But how can he guess the master's thoughts?

"Is there any news about the murderer behind the Yan family's extermination back then?" Xiao Chengyu suddenly changed his words and asked.

Feng Yu's expression instantly dimmed a little, his real name should be handed over to Yan Feng Yu, he was the only survivor behind the destruction of the Yan family back then, and he was also Yan Feiyang's parent.

If it hadn't been for the master who saved him back then, I'm afraid there would be no such person as Feng Yu in this world, and the truth of the Yan family's destruction would eventually be submerged in the dust.

He shook his head, snorted his lead-like lips, and said slowly, "No." ”

Back then, those black-clothed people who suddenly entered Yan's Mansion seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and let him investigate the whole world, but there seemed to be no news.

"There's someone who can help you. Xiao Chengyu said indifferently.

The gray eyes suddenly lit up, and a trace of cracks finally appeared on Feng Yu's cold and hard face: "Who?"

Xiao Chengyu glanced at Feng Yu as if at random, and when he clicked, he turned around: "Xianyang?"

His back stiffened suddenly, Feng Yu was not stupid, he naturally understood what his master meant, and his hands hanging on both sides were clenched together.

The inner room fell into silence, and Xiao Chengyu did not urge, but unhurriedly sipped the slightly cool tea in the cup.

Finally, his clenched fists gradually relaxed, and for the truth of Yanfu's annihilation, he gritted his teeth, and finally relieved himself.

"The subordinates immediately went to Xianyang. ”

"Go ahead. Gujing Wubo's eyes did not show the slightest joy or anger, as if everything was under control.

After Feng Yu left, Yun Zheng couldn't help but ask: "Is there really a way for the master to find the truth about the Yan family's annihilation back then?"

After all, it has been sealed in the dust for many years, and it has appeared almost out of thin air, where to check?

Xiao Chengyu closed his eyes for a moment, and the aperture at the bottom of his eyes slowly shattered..................

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The moon and stars are scarce, and the evening breeze is slow.

The young man in red stood on the top of the mountains with one hand on his back, reflecting the bright moon's eyes with a bit of lengthy thoughts, and in a trance, the light of the bright moon became foggy, and a small face like a hibiscus out of the water gradually emerged.

"Sick beauty...... "The young man whispered, and his heart was full of thick nostalgia.

"The head of the house. There was a respectful voice behind him.

"Did you find it?" The young man's eyes always looked at the bright moon above the night gently, but the words he spat out were like August snow, extremely cold.

Just two months ago, he suddenly received news that a group of forces had destroyed many of their hidden stakes, and even some people had infiltrated them.

The situation was critical, and he didn't have time to say goodbye to her, so he hurried over, wanting to solve it as soon as possible so that he could return to Chang'an, but he didn't know that the matter was complicated, and it dragged on until now.

In the days since he left, he realized that the breezy woman had become a cinnabar mole in his heart, deeply imprinted on his heart.

The bones and blood in his body seemed to be surging for her, and the more he didn't see it, the more he missed it, and he couldn't wait to run towards her at this moment............

It's almost there, though......

A smile appeared in the young man's tired eyebrows, and he would soon return to Chang'an..................

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Time is like water, fleeting.

The first autumn breeze swept across Chang'an with a misty drizzle.

The woman stood by the window, looking at the flowers covered with rain and dew in the corner of the courtyard outside the courtyard, feeling a little melancholy.

Speaking of which, these days, she has never seen Sheng Jingchen's stinky boy, probably because there were many things before, and she had no time to be distracted, but she was idle at the moment, but she couldn't help but think about it.

And...... She slowly stretched out her hand.

The drizzle came and blew down on the woman's palm.

Unconsciously, it turned out that it was already autumn, and counting the days, her marriage with Cheng Yu was approaching..................

In the past few days, Mo Weiguo has not run much to the barracks, but has married her and Mo Qingning.

Shen Qingyu led Meng Fu out of the Mo Mansion, and the drizzly and misty Chang'an Avenue was a little cold.

Stepping on the rain-soaked bluestone ground, the woman looked straight ahead, her eyes a little floating.

When she first met Sheng Jingchen, it was on this street, maybe even she didn't know that Sheng Jingchen's stinky boy with a dead face had already unconsciously fallen into her heart.

It's just that she stubbornly believes that Sheng Jingchen is a bird soaring in the nine heavens and should not be bound by her.

Her footsteps suddenly stopped, and Meng Fukan, who was holding a paper umbrella, stopped.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Meng Fu felt that today's young lady was very wrong, but as for what was wrong, she couldn't say.

Collecting the dark light surging under her eyes, the woman suddenly turned around: "It's nothing, let's go home!"

What, this is just coming out, why are you going back home again?

Meng Fu was stunned for a moment, and then trotted with a paper fan to keep up with the woman's footsteps............

Maybe that's it............ The woman looked up at the main street of Chang'an, which was shrouded in drizzle, and a smile broke into the corner of her mouth.........

She should have lived her life..................

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