It is said that Mu Qizhang followed the lost woman, after slipping away on Yuanwu Street, he was cautious all the way, detoured around, and finally arrived in front of the Qi Palace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After chatting with the little guy guarding the door for a word or two, he quietly entered a wing room in the backyard of King Qi's mansion.

Inside the door, Yang Jing was half-lying on the couch, squinting slightly.

"Zihui." The woman shouted. It turned out that this woman was Yang Jing's surviving sister - Yang Zihuan.

Yang Jing got up from the couch suddenly, and it was his sister before he met, so he hurriedly greeted him. As if he remembered something, he walked to the door, opened it, and saw that there was no one outside, and closed the door tightly. pulled Yang Zihuan to sit at the table.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me Zihui, my name is Yang Jing."

"It's just a matter of saying it for a while." Yang Ziwan saw that he was nervous like this, and he couldn't say anything.

"Where's the thing, can you get it?"

"Here." Yang Ziwan took out a few folded pieces of paper from her arms and gave them to him.

After Yang Jing took it, he took out a few envelopes from his drawer, packed the papers, sealed them, and handed them to Yang Zihuan.

"You say this, will Shen Zezhen believe it?"

"Believe it or not, it depends on that Pei Yu."

"Speaking of Peiyu, how did you know her, and why was she willing to help us?"

"No matter how we know each other, as long as she's willing to help us, it's right." Yang Jing was a little impatient.

"What if we don't help, what if she was sent by Wenxiangtang to fix us?"

"I will naturally pay more attention to this, but what's wrong with you today, sister, so forward-looking, didn't you support me the most in the past?" Yang Jing stared at Yang Zihuan, Yang Zihuan was flustered and couldn't settle down.

"Someone was following me just now."

Yang Jing immediately panicked when he heard this, grabbed Yang Zihuan's hand, and leaned his face over.

"Did you find it?"

"No, when I got to Yuanwu Street, I dumped him."

"That'll be fine."

"It's just a sub..... Jing'er, is this method really useful, even if we really let Shen Zezhen and Huo Fuyi disperse, what can we do, what is the use for us? ”

"In the woman's opinion, this Shen Zemei is Shen Yunmei's son, Shen Zemao's mind is not on Wenxiangtang, Shen Yunmei also knows that it is difficult for Wenxiangtang to have a good result, so that Shen Zemai can hide from the point, otherwise how could she hand over Wenxiangtang to Huo Fuyi, if Shen Zexiang does not love Huo Fuyi, and loves Peiyu, it will naturally be Peiyu who will sit on the throne, and Wenxiangtang will not be in our hands at that time?"

"Jing'er, where is it so simple to love or not to love, besides, you use your master to separate the two, so that Shen Zehui believes that Huo Fuyi is an inner ghost, if Shen Zehua is not the first to find trouble with Huo Fuyi, but to find trouble with your master, what can you do?" Yang Zihuan's face was full of sorrow.

"No, Shen Zezhen will definitely find Huo Fuyi's trouble first, even if he finds trouble with the master, the master can handle it."

"One Shen Zezhen can handle it, but what about the entire Wenxiang Hall? What if things don't go the way you think they are? ”

"This ...... This ......" Yang Jing was suddenly asked.

"Jing'er, our family has been harmed by others, we can't fall into fire and water for revenge, this is an unkind and unjust thing."

"What do you know about injustice, why were you followed all of a sudden today, and you were so timid?"

"I'm afraid that you will become the same cruel and unscrupulous as those who hurt us." Yang Zihuan was even more excited than just now, and she couldn't cry anymore.

"When they hurt us so much, they should have thought that they would have this retribution, even if I used some means." Yang Jing was not to be outdone.

"What about those who have nothing to do with it?"

"I'm just using them, and I'm not going to do anything to them."

"Jing'er ......"

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and it was a man.

"Ahh.......h

There was a knock on the door, Yang Jing waved his hand to signal Yang Zihuan to come back, and Yang Jing slowly walked to the door. Yang Ziwan took out a handkerchief from her sleeve behind her head and wiped away all her tears.

"Hey, why did you open the door so late, but you burned me." Outside the door is Ji Yong. As soon as he opened the door, he panicked and sent the basin in his hand straight in.

"Yo, Ziwan is also here."

"Brother Ji." Ziwan smiled to hide the traces of her crying, and screamed softly.

"Hey." Ji Yong also responded happily. This Ji Yong is a martial artist, although he has been fighting for many years, he still hasn't saved any money, he is old, and he looks like a rude person, so he didn't get married. Since Yang Ziwan came into the house, he has been paying attention to her, but he also knows that he is not worthy, so he only treats her as his sister and dispels his crooked thoughts.

"This is what the King of Qi asked me to send to you, it is said that it is a dish given by the emperor in the palace, it is fragrant, brothers have a share, you here, the King of Qi specially divided it from his own share for you, come and taste it." Ji Yong looked excited.

Yang Ziwan looked at Yang Jing, went to the back to get tea, and brewed a cup for Ji Yong.

"Hey, Sister Xie."

"Brother Ji, why don't you eat here, I'll go get some food and wine." Yang Zihuan said.

"Don't dare, you can eat, I'll go." Ji Yong smirked and said that he was about to go out.

"Brother Ji, since my sister said so, you can stay, let's talk, okay." Yang Jing also persuaded him to stay.

"Okay, I'll stay." Ji Yong thought about it and thought it would be okay, so he nodded vigorously and said.

Later, Yang Jing and Ji Yong chatted a lot, although Ji Yong didn't know much about poetry and books, but he knew about military affairs very well, and the two talked very happily. Yang Ziwan poured wine and water on the side, and occasionally said a sentence or two. After this incident, Yang Zihuan was impressed by this martial artist, and she also had respect in her heart. This is something that Ji Yong doesn't know.

On Qingsheng Mountain, Shen Zemao and Jueshu were halfway up the mountain, looking at the hut on the top of the mountain and sighing.

"Young master, there are so many good scenery on Yunshan Mountain, what are you doing here?" Jueshu was tired and half-dead in the back, and complained directly.

"What do you know, there's no place like Yunshan here, come and see, look at you like that, no wonder Kung Fu can't be improved." Shen Zejun quipped in front of Jueshu.

"Young master, you carry all these on my back, can I not be tired, and young master, I can't improve my kung fu, it's because you don't have good friends, why do you blame me for coming?" Jueshu retorted.

Shen Zezhen stepped back vigorously, and beat Jueshu's head.

"That's because you, Miss Fuyi, are afraid that I'm hungry, so I'm on my back, you ate a lot on the way, don't say anything, and you're still stubborn at this time, and where is that kung fu I didn't teach enough, it's clear that you don't care." After Shen Zezhen said that, he twisted Jueshu's ears and asked him if he was right.

Jueshu tore it and still stiffened his mouth, and when he saw that Shen Zezhen didn't let go, he begged loudly for mercy.

"Young master, I was wrong, I was wrong." Jueshu cried, startling a flock of birds in the forest.

"That's pretty much it."

"Who's there?" As soon as they let go, Shen Zeqi and Jueshu heard the voice of an old man in front of them. Shen Zezhen had already guessed in his heart that there were seven or eight points, and this person should be the old gentleman that Ling Jue said. But Jueshu was scared enough, and there was always one who frightened the mountain god in the mountain, and recited many Amitabha Buddhas.