The old king of the Great Zhou Pavilion has a lot of masters.

The military headquarters is outside.

The royal family enshrines the cultivator.

The White Tiger Torture Hall is divided into five halls, three of which are his wings.

The Golden Wind Drizzle House will never provoke him.

Lei Jingyun, the master of the Thunderstorm Hall, is his daughter-in-law.

As for the other underground forces, although they have nothing to do with him, all the underground forces know that Lei Jingyun is the righteous daughter of Wang Ge Lao.

In addition, Wang Jushi himself has many masters.

The Wang family assisted the Great Third Generation, and the roots are very deep.

Many wings were cultivated.

Such a person is naturally qualified to manipulate a puppet emperor, and naturally he will not be willing to be taken away from power.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers.

The king lives in Shiwang Pavilion and can never match an emperor with a hegemonic personality.

...

The field hunt will soon be coming.

When Xia Ji is bored, he will go to see which of his exercises have been upgraded.

He had already passed the novelty at the beginning, after all, there were already too many exercises, too many to count.

Bite!

[Condensation Finger +1]

Bite!

【Wind Drain +1】

Bite!

【Whale Breath +1】

Bite!

【Sunflower Treasure +1】

Bite!

【Bone Shrinkage +1】

...

...

Bite!

【Sunflower Treasure +1】

Ascend to the twelfth floor.

Progress: LV12 to LV13 (0/10)

Xia Ji: ...

Is this sunflower treasure book really relying on itself?

It's useless.

The Sunflower Book will never be used in this life, and no matter how high the promotion is, it will be regarded as an achievement.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of dense footsteps in the streets, accompanied by the sound of killing the metal plates of the fish-scale armor colliding with each other.

He didn't look at it, and muttered to himself: "Today's fifth transfer has been made, and many people in the city gate guards have been transferred.

When I went to the palace the day before yesterday, some of the guards in the palace also died. ”

At this moment, the curtain was lifted, and the red veil wrapped the graceful girl's body, and a gust of incense blew in.

The red candle was extinguished.

The girl's voice shouted softly: "Childe, it's late at night, and the slave family is afraid of the dark and cold, and they are also afraid of loneliness." ”

The voice was sweet to the point of dripping honey.

Xia Ji said: "Xue Qianrou is cold and glamorous, An Xiaomeng is holy, you... What about red makeup?"

The girl said softly: "Sister Xue is cold, Sister An is holy, you, an eccentric enemy, have given the most beautiful words to the woman next to you, and red makeup is in your heart, does it have no weight?"

Xia Ji smiled: "Then what do you want me to say about you?"

The girl said, "Poor. Poor little red makeup, my brother doesn't hurt, my sister doesn't love. ”

Xia Ji said: "You are the number one in the Flying Flower Palace, where is the pitiful? The son who chased you was lined up from the Flying Flower Palace to the Cunjin Bridge."

I understand what you mean, and I'll write you the first words in a moment. ”

Nian sat opposite the young man with red makeup and cheeks: "No, I don't care about any of those sons in line." ”

"Oh, so what do you care?"

The curvaceous red gauze girl smiled charmingly, and the pear vortex swirled lightly.

"I don't want the words you write. ”

Xia Ji looked at this coquettish but eccentric headcard, and said with a smile: "Then what do you want?"

"I care about you, I want you. ”

Nian Hongxiang added another sentence: "If I want you, you won't write words for other women, right?"

Xia Ji said solemnly: "Even if you possess my people, you can't get my heart." ”

Nian Hongmakeup suddenly stopped talking.

She knew it was a joke.

She also knew that this young man had entered many green buildings, and his reputation was all over the royal capital, but he had never had an affair with a dusty woman.

Even she knew that the boy had never had a woman, not even a lover.

Although he went in and out of Fireworks Willow Lane, he was really clean.

Xia Ji also held back a smile.

Suddenly, both of them laughed at the same time.

Nian Hongxiang pointed to the young man opposite, and said with a smile: "Ouch, why are you so shameless, come on, there is a shameless one here, does anyone want to buy this face?"

Xia Ji said deliberately: "I won't write words for you." ”

Nian Hong's makeup was pale, and he hurriedly pounced, holding Xia Ji's hand and shaking it around: "Good brother, don't treat me like this." ”

"Alright, play the piano. What tunes to play, what words I write. ”

Nian Hongmakeup was stunned, is it so powerful?

She stuck out her little tongue, took out the hidden guqin, turned the strings and plucked the shaft three or two times, and the mood slowly came out.

This is a lovesick piano song.

Nian Hong's makeup was playing with strings, and he secretly sent autumn water, looking at the slightly frenzied teenager with provocative eyes.

She is a half-truth, and if the boy really wants her, then it will all be true.

If you don't want her, it's all fake.

Xia Ji gently grinded the ink, his expression was serious, with a hint of hidden melancholy.

Pick up the pen for a short pause, and then put the pen on the rice paper.

Nian Hong's eyes were like silk, looking at him.

The hand holding the wolf's hair finally fell forcefully.

Nian Hong's heart jumped, this is a critical moment related to the position of the Oiran, she took out twelve points of ability, full attention, the sound of the piano became more and more intense, dyed with a bit of strong longing, hoping to infect him, can help him walk the dragon snake.

Xia Ji will not stop when he writes.

It's just a dozen breaths of effort, and the pen has already been put down.

"Get out for a walk. ”

He got up and went out.

Nian Hongxiang hurriedly got up, lit the red candle, trotted over, and looked at the rice paper nervously.

On the paper is a master-level ink treasure with a loose body, but deep roots.

Nian Hong's makeup gently recited aloud:

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. It's really worthy of Xia Gongzi... This phrase is really beautiful, so that the slave family instantly blends in. ”

She continued:

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. ”

She was stunned.

A strange emotion came from the bottom of my heart.

Such beautiful verses, really...

She continued to look down:

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the magpie bridge.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

Read them all.

The boudoir of the top brand of the Flying Flower Palace is extremely quiet.

Nian Hongxiang sat in the dark, watching the red candle swaying his lonely shadow, and fell into a long silence.

Long...

She squeezed her hand, but her expression was no longer charming, but a little more of the aura of a superior.

The song had completely torn her mask apart.

The tip of the iceberg is revealed to her dark, never-before-seen side.

Nian Hongxiang obviously also noticed his gaffe, quickly adjusted, regained his charm, and then sighed: "Who said that he is the big straw bag of the royal capital, that is really blind."

If the two love for a long time, how can they be in the morning and twilight?"

She repeated it several times, and suddenly felt that the wooden chair she was sitting on was still a little hot, which was the temperature of Xia Gongzi just now.

Her face couldn't help but brighten a little, just like the spring red of the forest flowers.

...

Xia Ji walked on the streets of the autumn night, paved with hoarfrost.

Soon, Hongyun followed from the darkness again, and when he reached a corner, Hongyun accelerated over again, and only shouted when he got closer: "Xia Ji, Concubine Ning has a letter for you." ”

Xia Ji stopped at this time, took the letter from the red jade, opened the fire paint, and looked at the letter paper by the moonlight.

The content on the letter is simple.

That is to say, the day after tomorrow is the traditional late autumn field hunting of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Concubine Ning asked Xia Ji to go with her.

Such a big event, my sister will never forget Xia Ji.

The boy grabbed the letterhead.

I thought about it.

Think again.

When Hongyun was a little impatient, Xia Ji said gently: "Tell my sister, I have an appointment tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I won't go, and this kind of field hunting, I will be bored when I go, anyway, it won't be my turn to shoot a bow." ”

"You!!"

Hongyun didn't expect Xia Ji to refuse.

Tian hunting, this is a high-level social activity in Dazhou.

Others wanted to go but couldn't go, but he refused?

Hongyun couldn't help but snort, turned around and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The letter had already been delivered, and she didn't want to spend even a moment with this big bale!