The dumb slave was stunned for a moment, and Fang lowered his head and said, "None of the grandmasters in the mansion have been bewitched by it. Other warriors were co-opted by him, and they were useless. ”

He said this very frankly, and the implication was that among the people in the Huan Mansion who could pry Huan Zicheng, except for the grandmaster, no one else had this power.

Huan Zicheng's face showed a rare smile, and he said half-jokingly: "It's me who lost my words." With a dumb uncle, all the guests in the house have switched to the fourth brother, and I am not afraid. ”

The dumb slave laughed and said with a humble face: "I don't dare to say it, martial arts, my grandson Tu is called the second, and no one in the world dares to call it the first." ”

When he said this, his expression and tone were very simple, without the slightest intention of showing off, even though his words were amazing, he was still ordinary. And the more this is the case, the more amazing the momentum on his body is, as if even the drizzle is forced by him to be more sluggish.

Huan Zicheng laughed, shook his head, and stepped into the room.

The dumb slave followed behind him, and when he entered the door, he looked up at the sky, his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Lord, the hour is not early, can you raise the fire?"

At this time, the rain was much lighter than before, but it was still dense, like a transparent net, enveloping the whole heaven and earth.

Huan Zicheng didn't answer his words directly, but asked, "Is the purple ghost here?"

"Here I am, I'll pick it up myself. Thirteen Niang has already arranged it. The dumb slave said, with a little hesitation on his face: "The previous arrangement of the lord, do you want to continue?"

"Go on. Huan Zicheng said lightly, and walked to the study: "We will leave Beijing soon, if the imperial city can't be cleaned, my heart will be uneasy." ”

The dumb slave looked at him with some puzzlement, and a pair of thick eyebrows wrinkled: "What do those palace people and eunuchs in the imperial city have to do with the lord?"

"It's about life. Huan Zicheng said briefly, and took out the fire fold from his sleeve and looked around.

"Raise the fire now?" asked the mute slave immediately.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, only nodded.

A gust of wind swept through the rain, blowing his shirt into the air.

He walked over to the bookcase, polished the fire, and lit the scroll on it.

With a "whew", the scroll immediately burst into flames, and the flames spread to the surroundings, and soon the top layer of the bookcase became a small sea of fire.

Huan Zicheng blew out the fire, stuffed it into his sleeve, looked around, and said lightly: "The list that the purple ghost gave you, you distributed it to Meng Zong and Lu Zong, and the two of them took advantage of the night. In addition, I remember that the Du family had a daughter, Xing 17, who now lives in the Hanguang Palace. ”

At this point, he suddenly stopped speaking, only raised his palms up, and made a chopping motion from the bottom to the bottom.

The dumb slave looked at him with surprise on his face, and replied, "Yes, lord, I will arrange it." ”

"Ning Zong has ready-made medicine there, you don't have to force it, just slow down your illness. Huan Zicheng commanded again, and his footsteps kept stepping out of the door, and the figure soon disappeared into the rain.

Almost at the same time, in a strange aroma, Huan Sanniang slowly opened her eyes.

Quietly, on the small bookcase next to the dressing table, a delicate glass lamp with entwined branches and lotus was lit, and the candle flame was faint, and through the light powder gauze tent embroidered with a hundred bat patterns, a warm soft light was fainted.

The raindrops knocked on the window lattice, the more quiet the room became, and Thirteen Niang opened a section of the gauze tent with sleepy eyes, and called softly: "Qinmei, pour me tea." ”

The soft voice, as innocent as a girl, can almost make people put their minds at ease.

In the past, whenever she called softly like this, Qin Mei would appear quickly, and her gentle smiling face was also full of love and pity.

Tonight, however, seems to be a little different.

After Thirteen Niang called, there was no movement outside the brocade curtain, and there was no light and steady footsteps that Qin Mei was used to.

"Qinmei, where are you?" Thirteen Niang raised her voice a little, but there was still a slight nasal voice in her voice, which seemed to be coquettish and like a murmur when she was sleepy.

"Brush", with a soft sound, the embroidered Hunan brocade curtain with a thousand blessings was suddenly provoked, and a slender figure walked in gently and skillfully.

Thirteen Niang stared at it, her face suddenly faded, and she looked at the person with a cold face: "Who are you?"

The woman who came in was born well, with a little jasper-like face and a soft and gentle smile.

"Greetings to the girl. The woman saluted her, stepped forward again, and said softly, "Qinmei is not free now, so I will serve you." ”

Thirteen Niang looked her up and down a few times, and for some reason, she always felt that this woman was extremely unpleasant.

"I don't want you to serve, you call Qinmei in. She pursed her lips, her thin and pale brows tugging under her forehead, and her eyebrows were frowning, pitiful.

The woman smiled at her, a pair of eyes that were not very beautiful, but they seemed to be blended into the most gentle water waves in the world: "My name is Xu Zirou, Thirteen Niang, can you look at my eyes?"

Her voice was sweet and soft, and the refreshing aroma that filled the room made people drunk and drowsy.

Thirteen Niang couldn't help but look at her, and felt in a trance that what the owner of this eye was about to say was extremely important and unchangeable.

She whispered "um", then obediently looked into Xu Zi's eyes, listened to her whispering, and never looked away......

After half a burnt incense, Xu Zirou stroked her eyebrows and walked out, her face slightly tired.

"Are you alright?" a voice asked her.

It was a woman's voice, low and hoarse, not as weak as an ordinary woman, but it had a special sound.

Xu Zirou hurriedly lowered her expression and said respectfully: "Cheng Zong rest assured, in the next two days, she will be convinced of what she said." ”

"That's fine. The voice said, and the man went under the candlelight.

Xu Zirou raised her eyes to look, but saw that the person who came was wearing a simple green skirt, with a good hosta in her hair, and her appearance was beautiful, but she was a little older, and she was at least thirty years old.

"See Cheng Zong. Xu Zirou said immediately, bowed with her crossed hands, and looked at the other party's hair without a trace.

"How?is it good-looking?" Cheng Zong immediately turned half of his body sideways, turned his body, and held up the bun that fell on the back of his head with one hand, and said with a smile: "It's a medicine made by A-Ning, and my hair is really dark, but it's a pity that it's not bright enough, and it's not as good as my previous hair." ”

Xu Zirou nodded hurriedly: "My subordinates think it's very good-looking, and Cheng Zong has always been good-looking." ”

"You little sycophant. Cheng Zong said with a smile, but there was a little smugness on his beautiful face: "I really think it's pretty good, although it's a little dark and unnatural, but it's young." ”10