Jing Hong stood steadily on the side, his black hair was heavy, but it looked a little unnatural.

"Back to the lord, since she moved back to the old house, she has sneaked out three times. She crossed her hands and said, her voice solemn: "One of them was to go to Lord Sikong's original big study, and twice to go to Wuyuan's study. ”

"Really?" Huan Zicheng said indifferently, slowly straightened up, and flicked his sleeves: "What did she do when she went to these two studies?"

When Jinghong heard this, there was a slight doubt on her face, and she said: "She walked around the original site of these two study rooms, muttering in her mouth, as if she was looking for something according to some mantra. And what is strange is that in the end, she actually found a few hidden dark rooms, which is very ...... Eccentric. The subordinates looked at it, she seemed to be very familiar with these places, and she did not hesitate to press the mechanism, as if she had been to Huan Mansion and knew everything about Huan Mansion. ”

Speaking of this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on her face, she stroked her hair and temples, and said: "Speaking of which, my subordinates have been secret guards in Huan Mansion for so many years, but they never knew that there were still these doorways in the mansion. If I hadn't followed her, I wouldn't have known any of these dark rooms, and I, the head of the secret guard, would not even be as good as a little lady. ”

She seemed to be a little resentful when she said it, and her face was also revealed.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, but his breath was cold.

Jing Hong glanced at him, then put away the look on his face, and continued in a deep voice: "After finding these dark rooms, she opened each one and looked at it, and then closed it as it was. After that, she never sneaked out again. The subordinates looked at her, as if she had let go of something, and she had eaten and slept well recently. ”

Huan Zicheng sighed "hmm", and asked abruptly, "How many days does the purple ghost still come?"

Jing Hong crossed his hands and said, "Yes, lord." Every one or two days, Ah Zi would come over and perform a spell of obsession on her. ”

Huan Zicheng looked indifferently at a wall that had fallen in the distance.

The bricks had long since been burned to a black-gray color, mixed with mud and sand and broken wood, and there was still a faint smell of burnt paste in the air.

He turned his eyes to look at his feet.

Where he stood, on the blackened brick floor, there were still a few dried black stains of blood.

"When I go to Surabaya, I'm going to take the purple ghost away. He said lightly, his gaze swept over the brand-new, recognizable plaque in front of him, and his face was cold.

"Does the lord want to take Ah Zi with him?" Jing Hong's face was surprised, and even though he seemed to be a little unwilling, he looked up at Huan Zicheng's face, and whispered: "Ah Zi doesn't know the art of war, so it's better for the lord to take her than to take her...... With subordinates. ”

On Huan Zicheng's originally cold face, a slight smile suddenly appeared.

"Cheng Zong, is this a game again?" he asked, there was no indifference in his tone, only a little helplessness.

Like a child who has made a mistake, Jinghong lowered his head, scratched his toes on the brick floor, and said, "My subordinates don't want to play." The subordinates just feel that their subordinates are more useful than Ah Zi. Besides, I heard that the winter in Surabaya is extremely cold, and there is no need for snow, and the mud can freeze so that a sword can't pierce it. My subordinates are a little curious, what kind of cold can that place be?"

For this female grandmaster who will never grow up, Huan Zicheng has always pursued the policy of "respecting and staying away", and when he heard the words at this moment, he immediately shook his head and said: "This is not good. Cheng Zong still has to watch that person for me, don't let her out of your sight for a moment. As for the purple ghost, her psychic technique is very effective, and I am likely to be able to use it in Surabaya. ”

Jinghong's face fell, but he also knew that it was useless to say more, so he had to say listlessly: "Okay, then I'll stay." ”

Huan Zicheng looked at her and said comfortingly: "When everything in Beijing is over, I still want to invite Cheng Zong to go to Tang Kingdom, okay?"

"That's a good idea. Jing Hong immediately smiled and bent his eyes, stroked his hair and sideburns, and said with a smile: "In the end, the lord knows me best." ”

Huan Zicheng shook his head helplessly, his face gradually returned to his previous coldness, and said lightly: "Before I leave, Ning Zong will give Mr. some medicine, and Mr. will use it on her, let her sleep more, so that she can recuperate." ”

Jinghong covered his lips with a smile and said, "Ning Zhiyuan, this guy, loves to tinker with these messy things all day long. ”

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, only nodded slightly to her.

Jing Hong understood, crossed his hand and saluted, turned around and escaped into the sinking twilight.

Huan Zicheng stood on the blackened brick floor, and looked in the direction of the imperial city with his hands in his hands.

At some point, a faint yellow lantern lit up behind him, illuminating the twilight of mid-autumn.

When he looked away, he saw the mute slave standing on the rubble with a lantern in his eyes, full of sorrow.

"Is Uncle Dumb still sad?" asked Huan Zicheng, his voice as cold as ever, without a trace of emotion.

The dumb slave didn't deny it, and said gloomily: "I think back then, when I was brought to the Huan family by Lao Fujun, the plane tree over there was still very small, and now it has grown so tall, but it is ...... It has not escaped this fire. ”

There was a deep nostalgia and reluctance in his tone, as if the old years had been burned by this fire.

"Only by breaking through the old and bringing forth the new can we survive in troubled times. If my Huan clan wants to live, there is only one way to go. Huan Zicheng said.

It is clearly a voice without ups and downs, but in people's ears, it is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, and the deep sound is Xiao Xiao, which is shocking.

"The Lord forgives my sins, I have lost my word. The dumb slave immediately said respectfully, took two steps forward with the lantern, and handed over a note: "The news from the palace has been solved." ”

Huan Zicheng took the note and looked at it twice, then handed it back to the dumb slave, and said with a slight surprise: "In this way, I can leave with peace of mind." ”

The dumb slave bowed, didn't speak, only took out a slender iron roll from his sleeve again and handed it to Huan Zicheng.

"Mo San has news?" Huan Zicheng glanced at the scroll, and the corners of his lips hooked: "This time his news came in time, just in time for the army to start." ”

The dumb slave said respectfully: "It was the Flying Eagle who passed the book, and it just arrived." ”

Huan Zicheng didn't say anything for a while, but in a strange way, he took out a roll of paper tied with a rope from it, opened it and looked at it.

Then, there was a faint smile on his cold face: "Mo San is also interesting, and he took this news in exchange for my peace of mind." ”

"Others are in Zhao Kingdom, and it is difficult to speak alone, so everything has to listen to us. The dumb slave said, with a slight mockery in his tone: "He only thinks about being his Mo clan sect master, and with a backer like the lord, he has to rely on it." ”