Zhang Wuyong's face did not show joy, his eyes were still slightly cold, and his voice was cold: "The only difficulty in this plan is how to drug that side." >> Le > Text"

"It's easy. Huan Ziyu also stood up at this time, kicked the fishing rod next to him with his toes, and frowned slightly: "The Dragon Boat Palace banquet is not an official banquet, and I am not alone in the palace." The so-called wealth is moving, and there are still a few people who can find it. Besides, those people are all different, and they fight fiercely in private, and it is very easy to find someone to shoot. ”

Speaking of this, his eyebrows frowned more and more, and he muttered: "My difficulty lies in medicine. As he spoke, he turned his eyes to look at Zhang Wuyong, with anticipation: "Sir, is there a way to find a good medicine?"

The corners of Zhang Wuyong's lips hooked: "This question, Shang Shulang should ask your helper instead of looking for me." He suddenly turned his head to look back at Huan Ziyu, his expression was very meaningful: "The helper invited by Shang Shulang is a martial artist." Among their martial artists, there are still many such secret medicines. ”

Huan Ziyu's face changed sharply when he said it.

However, this panicked look quickly disappeared from his face, and he smiled and waved his hand: "Sir is really a god, and even guessed this." ”

Zhang Wuyong lowered his hands, and there was no expression on his ordinary face: "Mrs. Lu's movements are not small, and anyone who has a heart will naturally see it in her eyes." He said and smiled again, but the smile was still very faint: "If Shang Shulang has time, it is best to persuade Mrs. Lu, please be careful, don't let people see through her tracks." Qinghuan is elusive, and he has many supporters in the house, and Shang Shulang should be jealous. ”

When Huan Ziyu heard this, a trace of color crossed his face, and after a while, he solemnly lowered his hands: "Mr. reminded me that it was true, and I will tell my aunt when I go back." ”

Zhang Wuyong didn't speak, only nodded.

At this time, the float that had been floating in the stream was moving, as if a fish had taken the bait.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuyong laughed, pointed to the water and said, "Shang Shulang, look, isn't this fish hooked?"

Huan Ziyu also had a smile on his face, but he didn't rush to pull the fishing rod, only smiled: "With a gentleman's plan, I'm not afraid that the fish won't take the bait." ”

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Huan Ziyu waved his hand and said lightly: "Come back, it's in vain today." After I went back, the thirteenth sister was about to complain about me again and didn't tell her when I went out. ”

Zhang Wuyong stretched out his finger and flicked it on the crown of his hair, and said angrily: "Shang Shulang treats people like a spring breeze, and good people always have good rewards." ”

When Huan Ziyu heard this, he showed an appropriately gentle expression on his face, and asked him, "What Mr. said, is this what I am like now?"

Zhang Wuyong looked at him sideways and couldn't help laughing: "That's right." Shang Shulang fruit is Yingwu. ”

Huan Ziyu flicked his sleeves, and his actions were gentle and elegant, straight as a turbid Shijialang: "In front of people, you always have to pay more attention." He said with a sparse expression, ignoring the rods and baskets on the ground, and turned away.

Seeing his slender back disappear into the corner of the stone path, Zhang Wuyong's face showed a smile of approval, and he took his hands and slowly left.

The sky is about to be late, the sun is gradually moving to the west, a large crimson sunset is dotted in the sky, the twilight is slowly coming, the side of the small Jiuchuan is on the edge of the clear stream, at this time it is already a trace of people, even the fishing tackle has been packed away.

It wasn't until a faint moon ring appeared in the western sky that a stout figure emerged from among the trees, looking at the stream and then speeding away.

Half an hour later, the dumb slave knocked on the door of Huan Zicheng's study with a note.

The night was falling, and a lamp was lit in the west room of the study, but the light was not too bright, and Huan Zicheng sat alone in front of the big bookcase, as if he was thinking about something, and his face was cold. The candlelight cast on his face, and the edge of the window screen reflected a vague and handsome outline, as deep as a knife and an axe.

The mute slave stepped forward silently and presented the note.

Huan Zicheng took the paper in his hand and leaned in front of the candle to unfold it to take a closer look.

At that moment, his cold eyes were dim and indistinguishable in the candlelight, and his voice, along with his voice, was as calm as a candle flame.

"The fourth brother and Zhang Wuyong had a long talk in Xiaojiuchuan, and the content is unknown. That's all?" he said lightly, casually placing the note on the candle flame and lighting it.

A scorching flame rose from the note, echoing the candlelight on the side. Huan Zicheng raised his fingers higher, his eyes focused, as if admiring the brilliance of the flames.

The dumb slave bowed, but did not say a word.

Huan Zicheng glanced at him, easily opened his fingers, and the burning paper ball slowly fell to the ground, turning into ashes in an instant.

"Zhang Wuyong is a guest recruited by the fourth brother, and his father has personally served the purpose. This person is very wise, and the fourth brother often talks to him, is there a problem?" he said softly, leaning back in his chair.

The dumb slave still did not speak, but walked a few times to the side of the desk, and very skillfully laid out the paper and polished the ink, and wrote a few words with a pen.

While he was writing, Huan Zicheng got up and stood beside him to watch, and when he finished writing, Huan Zicheng also understood the meaning of the dumb slave.

"It turned out that there were masters waiting on the side, and it was inconvenient to get close. He said expressionlessly, pointing his hand to a certain place on the paper, and his cold voice did not fluctuate: "Grandmaster?"

The dumb slave wrote a few words on the paper again, and then turned sideways to get out of the way and show Huan Zicheng.

Huan Zicheng lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while, then tapped it on the case with his fingertips, and after a few "Du, Du" sounds, Fang said indifferently: "Since this is the case, then withdraw the red ghost and replace Lu Zong, if it is not enough, let Meng Zong go too." ”

The mute slave bowed silently, and then retreated.

Huan Zichengwu stood beside the case, silent.

The candle flame reflected on his face, and his expression was still cold and hard, even in front of no one, he never seemed to be able to relax.

After a long time, he stood up, picked up the piece of paper on which many words had been written, and threw it into the basin of water beside him.

The paper was soon soaked with water, and the handwriting on it gradually blurred out, until it became a black halo that could no longer be read.

Looking at the pages floating in the water, Huan Zicheng's eyes crossed a faint emotion.

Suddenly, there was a clear voice from outside the door: "Lang Jun, the thirteen ladies are here." ”

Huan Zicheng's expression instantly faded.

"Please come in. He said, took out the ** paper from the basin with his backhand, crumpled it into a ball and pinched it in his palm, and then turned his eyes to look at the door.