Li Ying closed the window, turned around and saw the scribe's face full of contemplation, so he asked, "Mr. Bai thinks it's wrong?" ”

The scribe surnamed Bai was awakened by his words, shook his head and smiled: "No, just curious." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Li Falcon nodded, walked to the door in a few steps, pushed the door and looked out, looked back, and said, "No one, let's go." ”

Mr. Bai nodded yes, put the copied paper into his sleeve, and went downstairs with Li Falcon, turned out from the back hall, and passed through a small courtyard, where the door of the courtyard guarded the shopkeeper of the Narcissus Residence.

"Let's get busy, we'll open the door in a moment." Mr. Bai smiled mildly and nodded to the shopkeeper, but Li Falcon didn't say a word, pushed the door and walked out.

Outside the door were two horses, their coats shiny, and at a glance they were the mounts raised by the rich and noble.

When they reached this point, they stopped talking, got on their horses, drove their horses at a gallop, and made their way out of this sparsely populated alley, and went straight to the east of the city.

After about a stick of incense, in the Xue Mansion Courtyard located in the east of Shangjing City, a freshly recorded micro-note appeared on Xue Yunheng's bookcase.

Xue Yunheng stood beside the desk with his hands in his hands, staring at the paper on the case.

He is still dressed in a white robe that is better than snow, with a tooth-white dark cloud pattern brocade belt loosely tied around his waist, wide sleeves hanging down on both sides, and no crown on his hair.

He swept the page with a glance, his hands clenched a little, and a trace of impatience crossed his brow.

"It's another storm." He pushed the page aside, moved a small open space on the desk, took the copper crane water injection on the side, and looked at the delicate lines on it, with a bit of boredom on his face.

Since the prediction of the thunder, the next few micro words, all the words are trivial, not falling flowers and smashing their faces into makeup marks, and whose new tricks are pregnant, etc., although they are all related to the scholars, but they are not painful. In Xue Yunheng's opinion, it is very boring.

There is no trace of the old man in Dongling, and the Shangjing scholars are extremely curious about this mysterious master of magic, all of which Xue Yunheng has known since the day he came to Shangjing.

He didn't hide his appearance, and directly brought out the name of the Xue family, and ordered Ah Du to take a group of guards to show off his might, and put on a full posture, and the eyeliner of the various clans guarding the left side of the building was really cleared a lot, and it was also considered to be a little quiet in the walled building.

"Why didn't the squire ask someone to talk to the owner of the walled building?" Mr. Chen asked.

At this time, he sat down by the window, and held a small note in his hand.

Xue Yunheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "The owner? The couple from Guangling? As he spoke, he wiped the tips of the crane's wings with a cloth towel, and said in a rambling voice: "If there is really something to ask, I am afraid that someone has already asked, how can you treat me?" After a pause, he said: "It's just a cover on the surface, and it's not good to force it with force, so it's better not to ask." ”

Listening to Xue Yunheng's words, Mr. Chen frowned, and his expression was slightly restrained: "The three counties of Guangling are lost, where did the husband and wife come from, and their identities are extremely difficult to check, don't you feel strange to the waiter?" ”

In today's situation, Chen, Zhao, and Tang are standing on three sides, restraining each other, and sending a few secret agents to infiltrate the enemy country to listen to the news is commonplace.

According to Mr. Chen's observations, Zhao's spies should not have infiltrated so badly, but now that the Guangling war has just ended, it is difficult to say whether Zhao will send someone to take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate Chen and do something to report the news.

Xue Yunheng didn't seem to be worried at all, and said with a light smile: "If Zhao Guo is really capable of infiltrating to such a point, I don't think the day when the country will be a country is not far away, and it is useless for me to investigate it carefully." ”

Mr. Chen thought about it, but he was also relieved, and said with a smile: "It's still a squire who is transparent." ”

Xue Yunheng fiddled with the water injection for a while, Fang opened his mouth again, and his lazy voice floated to the side as if he had no strength: "What does Mr. think, this time Wei Zhi, how about it?" ”

As he spoke, he swept his gaze to the page next to him, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a little disdain.

Mr. Chen pondered for a while when he heard this, and said cautiously: "According to the servant's opinion, there is nothing unusual, it is just a reference to the life of a certain woman of the scholar clan, but it is just a ......" He hesitated for a while, pointed to the small print at the bottom of the page, and looked puzzled: "The six characters 'butterfly, stubborn stone' are incomprehensible." ”

Xue Yunheng's hand fiddling with the water injection stopped, and after a moment, Fang turned his back to Mr. Chen and said, "Indeed, these six characters are very strange. ”

He straightened up slightly, picked up the recording paper pushed aside, and carefully read it several times, and a trace of deep groaning crossed his quiet eyes: "These six characters seem to have nothing to do with the previous content." ”

"Yes, so does the servant." Mr. Chen said, got up and walked to the side of the case, stood beside Xue Yunheng, and pondered: "It's just, if it's irrelevant, what does it mean to write it?" Is it a metaphor for the person who appears in today's prophecy, either as a butterfly or as a stone? ”

Although this analysis is far-fetched, it cannot be said to be unreasonable.

Xue Yunheng pondered silently, and after a while, as soon as his hand was released, the paper fell to the ground flutteringly.

At that moment, the breath on his body was slightly cold, and his narrow eyes were cold.

He was disappointed.

He originally thought that he and Donglin Ye Lao also had some karma, and his movement in Shangjing was not small, if Donglin Ye Lao was really the Ziwei Doushu Master, it was impossible not to know his arrival, and it was impossible not to know what he was most worried about at the moment.

Xue Yunheng looked at the empty table steadily, the coldness in his eyes turned gloomy, and then turned to anxiety: "He Ying has no news yet?" He asked impatiently, and paced back and forth on the side of the desk.

The wide white clothes swayed and floated with Xue Yunheng's movements, and every line was marked with obvious uneasiness and irritability.

Mr. Chen lowered his head slightly and said respectfully, "There is no news yet." ”

Xue Yunheng paced faster, almost circling around the bookcase, and after a long time, he stopped, sat on the chair with his robe, frowned and asked, "How long has it been?" ”

Mr. Chen replied, "Twelve days." ”

"Twelve days." Xue Yunheng seemed to sigh, raised his hand and pinched the corner of his forehead, as if to pinch away the worries in his heart.

A strand of hair fell and hung down on his forehead, adding a touch of charm to his handsome face. However, at this moment, he obviously didn't notice this, and his narrow eyes were no longer quiet in the past, only the anger loomed. (To be continued.) )