Xiao Bodhisattva said coldly: "This is just your wishful thinking. If he is really a useless fool, how can he fight with him for so many years with Ah Cheng's heart and intelligence? In the Forbidden War, Ah Cheng desperately wanted to show his value to Emperor Xinwu, so as to prove that he was no worse than Li Zhi'an, and wanted to be reused from Emperor Shang. ”

"But what about the final result? Hehe, the left governor of the Xuanyi Forbidden Army is ...... He was originally the Zuo Dudu, what difference did this make? In the end, he was rewarded with a rank of five grades! A rank that was lower than that of a general, even his subordinates, Zhao Xian, who did not understand, and others could insult him extremely unreasonably. ”

"That's why he's disheartened with Shang Guo and intends to help you. Do you think he cares about the Great Liao Xiangguo that you promised him? Hehe, he only cares that his talents can be fully displayed without any scruples! This is also the reason why Li Zhi'an has been wary of him all these years, but he has to use him. ”

"Now that the famous Heavenly Sword has been abolished, judging from his usual greed for power, he will definitely be ten times more wary of Ah Cheng at this time, because Ah Cheng is the only person who can threaten his position of power now. He needed a chance, an excuse to completely wipe out A-repentance. If Ah regrets help you leave at this time, do you think Li Zhi'an will let go of this opportunity?"

Yelu Chongyuan gradually calmed down and asked, "Then if we pay enough ransom to the Emperor of Shang, but we return to Daliao by ourselves and have nothing to do with Ah Cheng......

Xiao Bodhisattva looked at him with an idiot-like gaze and said, "Do you think that because of Ah Cheng, Li Zhi'an will let you leave safely?" He has been waiting to find Ah Cheng's flaws from us......

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At this time, he also walked on the street in the afterglow of the sunset as usual, looking at the pedestrians coming and going and the shouting on both sides, thinking of the panicked words in the teahouse just now, he couldn't help laughing.

He began to admire himself a little, in order to stabilize the prince, he actually stubbornly said that what should be the best time for the other party to escape was the most unsuitable time. He didn't really say much, he just pulled out a lead. But he believed that the clever cousin would certainly make up for him the rest of the long list of reasons, and some of them sounded plausible.

He still believed in his cousin's brain-replenishing ability.

It is undeniable that Mo Xichao had previously underestimated the energy of the prince's mother clan in Daliao and the determination to rescue him. I don't know what kind of agreement they have reached with the Demon Sect, this time they actually sent so many Demon Sect masters to take him back to Xiliao, which is different from his previous arrangement. But so what? It's just two or three years in advance.

Everything went reasonably well.

Seriously, if Zhi'an hadn't been deposed, he would have started his "treason plan" by this time. And the reason why he didn't do this was entirely because he was a little relieved about the things here, and planned to make the plan more thorough, at least, until Zhi'an found a way to recover his martial arts and had recovered, he could leave with confidence.

Because it is more secure to do so, and it is also more conducive to their cooperation with each other in the future.

Therefore, for such reasons, it can only be wronged by the future Liao Emperor for a while.

The afterglow is gradually falling, and the lights are on.

Mo Xichao, who was thinking about things in his head, suddenly found that he had come to the junction of Vermilion Bird Fang and White Tiger Fang, a residential area called Huaxiang Hutong.

Huaxiang Hutong is still very famous in the capital, and the reason why it is famous is not because there are really catkins or floating flowers here, but because of the "fragrance of flowers" here. The fragrance of flowers is naturally the fragrance emanating from a woman who is as beautiful as a flower. And the women here are not prostitutes, and they are still very different from Qinglou.

Strictly speaking, Huaxiang Hutong should be a concentration of "secret prostitutes", but the secret prostitutes here are much more advanced than the half-closed doors that only do leather and meat business in the Liuying Alley of Suzaku Street.

High-level, naturally because of their high fees, of course, also because the hostess of any house here can be compared to the famous Oiran in the Qinglou, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or poetry and songs, or dance music, the hostess of every house here can be called everyone.

And unlike those oirans, some of them are selling their art, and even if they do, they have to find a man who is in love with them and has a lot of money, and they will also have feelings with customers. But this is different, the hostesses will not hesitate to sleep with you after serving your elegant things, but the overnight stay is expensive and scary.

The women here are exchanging their talents and bodies for high amounts of money, and they will not have any emotional entanglement with you, and they are a good deal of money and goods.

As the second-in-command of the largest spy agency of Dashang, Mo Xichao has naturally been here in the past. He prefers this place to Qinglou, a place where he can easily trade with great mental and physical satisfaction.

At this time, standing in Huaxiang Hutong, looking at the red lanterns hanging in front of the side-by-side houses, Mo Xichao frowned unconsciously, and muttered, "How did you get here?"

Then, he shook his head with a smirk, attributing this behavior to instinctive desire, after all, he hadn't touched a woman since the Forbidden War.

It's not because of anything else, it's just that he's too busy, he really doesn't have time.

Now that he is here, it means that his busyness can be over for the time being.

Walking in the alley at will, looking at the courtyard gates hung with red lanterns, and the wooden and cold mother-in-law in front of the gate, Mo Xichao, who was carrying a sword, always had a smile on his face.

He has been here many times, and each time he will choose a different girl, this is to avoid sleeping with a girl too many times and having some inexplicable feelings for her. Love is the last thing you need.

Similar things have happened many times in Huaxiang Hutong, Mo Xichao saw with his own eyes last year, there was a scholar who was entangled because he fell in love with a certain girl, and was finally beaten to death by the manager here, and the girl finally hanged herself.

With his current position of power, he naturally doesn't have to care about those managers, but such troubles can still be avoided.

As he approached the sixteenth courtyard on the left, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the courtyard with some interest. The reason for stopping here is that there is a blue lantern hanging in front of the gate of this house, not a red lantern.

The green lantern said that the mistress of the house was a newcomer and had just started this business. He has basically lived in the thirty-six hostesses' houses in Huaxiang Hutong, and now the newcomers who come here make him quite excited.

Seeing that he was standing there for a long time, the answering lady at the door took the initiative to come over, and saluted with a calm expression, without any flattery, and said as if it was routine: "The guest wants to meet the hostess here?"

Mo Xi smiled at him, took out a piece of gold from his sleeve pocket, and said, "Then let's go and meet it, and lead the way before taking Mama's head." ”

The mother-in-law answered, walked over and opened the door, took off the green lantern at the door by the way, and said, "Guests, please come in." ”

When you take off the lantern, you are telling others that there is a "male host" in this house tonight, whether it is a familiar person in the past or an introduction, please stop. And those guests, no matter who he was, no matter how powerful his background was, naturally left after seeing that the lantern was gone, and there was never a disturbance.

It can be seen that the owner behind the scenes of Huaxiang Hutong should be a powerful person, and he must be a very powerful person.

This is a small house as soon as you enter, after entering the door, you can see a decent attic, the mother-in-law led Mo Xichao into the first floor of the attic and stopped, and said: "What kind of drinks and dishes do the guests need, the old body will go to prepare, and it is necessary to make it clear to the guests that the hostess has not yet been hired, and I hope the guests will be merciful." The hostess has bad bones, and those special means, try not to use them. Of course, the old body is just talking about ...... if the guest likes it."

Mo Xichao waved his hand, interrupted her next words, took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels from his bosom and put it on the table, and said, "I'm introspective, let's make some ordinary wine and food." ”

As he spoke, he took out Zhang Qianliang's ticket and put it down, saying, "This is the hostess's entanglement, you can do it yourself." ”

The mother-in-law put away the silver ticket and retreated to prepare.

Mo Xichao stepped up the stairs, the layout of the second floor is very elegant, such as the boudoir of the general lady, there is a piano case on the side of the soft couch, and the fruits of the four seasons are naturally not lacking. Different from what Mo Xichao saw in the past, there are no things like female red and female weaving here, but there are more bookshelves.

Such a unique array makes the smell of books here come to the face.

At the front, layers of light gauze curtains hung down, and there was the hostess's show bed. Under the candlelight, you can faintly see the figure of the woman Miaoman inside.

Mo Xichao sat on the soft couch, naturally put the sword in his hand on the side of the case, and then casually played with the yaoqin on the table, the sound of the piano sounded slightly, but it was very rhythmic.

The woman behind the light veil seemed to pause slightly when she heard such a piano sound, and then asked, "Do you know how to play the piano?"

Her voice was a little deep, slightly charismatic and hoarse.

Mo Xichao was stunned, he felt that he seemed to have heard such a voice before, but he didn't think much about it, just said: "Meet, I understand a little." ”()

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