Yun Xiuhan's brows furrowed tightly, and his face was unusually gloomy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Liang hung his head and didn't dare to say a word.

Bai Gong blinked, lowered his head, didn't dare to move, his heart was pounding, and there was a touch of incredible horror in his lowered eyes.

In Bai Gong's eyes, Yun Xiuhan at this time was a black mist, dark and black, without any light.

For him, the most terrifying thing was not the sword or the night, but the thick black that could not see anything, because those things represented killing, the Shura field that they absolutely could not resist.

Bai Gong thought, if it weren't for Xi Zhaoran's presence, the two brothers would have died a long time ago.

Hua Jincheng also felt a biting cold.

She looked at Yun Xiuhan sideways, pursed her lips, and gently held his fingers, "What's missing?" Is it important? ”

"It's more than important."

Yun Xiuhan smiled bitterly, and the breathtaking momentum and coldness also dissipated.

Storm!

Bai Gong and Bai Liang glanced at each other, and they both felt the joy and happiness of the rest of their lives from each other's bodies.

"Lord Jin, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this kind of accident, but those things can also be collected slowly, right?" Bai Gong asked cautiously, not even daring to speak too loudly, for fear that it would hook up the anger in Yun Xiuhan's heart again.

Yun Xiu glanced at him indifferently, the corners of his lips hooked, he sneered, his arms raised, his wide sleeves stretched, and a touch of cold light stung Bai Gong's eyes, "Collect slowly?" Those things have taken half of the life of Master Wang's efforts, you say to collect them slowly? ”

"It's so rare." Hua Jincheng's heart jumped, "What are they?" ”

"It doesn't matter, it's just some herbs and spirit beasts or something." Yun Xiuhan tried hard to make himself seem to care less about those things, so his tone softened a little, he slowly exhaled a breath, and held Hua Jincheng's hand, feeling the warmth and smoothness of his palm, the killing intent and sulkness in his heart dissipated a little, "How much is left?" ”

"Seven or eight herbs, as well as a white fox and a king eight, the rest are all gone." Bai Liang stammered, "Lord Jin, you make a list, the old man will let people find the damaged things, otherwise, the old man's head is yours." ”

"What does the king want your head to do? When the ball is kicked, I am afraid of soiling the king's shoes! Yun Xiuhan gritted his teeth, but since the matter had become a foregone conclusion, he could only accept this reality, "What about the people who want to mine that coal mine?" ”

"Mining has been suspended in that place, but those people, the old man has not moved." Bai Liang said in a low voice.

"What should I do, don't I have to tell you?" The Tao of Cloud Cultivation and Cold Yin Measurement.

Bai Liang was slightly stunned, and then shook his head desperately, "The old man understands, and he will definitely give you an explanation." ”

"If that's the case, it's for the best." Yun Xiuhan slowly exhaled a breath, holding Hua Jincheng's hand and getting up, "The matter of Ji'an City will be taught to you to solve, don't let this king see you before that." ”

"Yes." Bai Liang and Bai Gong answered together.

Hua Jincheng glanced at Bai Liang inexplicably, and then left the teahouse with Yun Xiuhan.

The backs of the two disappeared from sight, Bai Liang raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that didn't exist on his head, and then let out a long breath, slowly picked up the teacup, shook it slightly in front of his nose, smelled its fragrance, and then drank it all in one gulp.

A series of actions are pleasing to the eye, and you can see at a glance everyone's demeanor and the background of the children of the family, but ......

"Ahem, ahem."

Choked on a sip of tea, Bai Liang bent over, his face flushed red because of coughing.

Bai Gong raised his hand and slowly smoothed his back for him, his face was also very unsightly, and Mu Ran's eyes were even more angry, "Yun Jin is really too much!" ”

"Ahem, be careful, be cautious."

Bai Liang wiped the corners of his lips, straightened up, and coughed a few more times before returning to normal, "This matter is originally my fault, but it is not completely beneficial to us." ”

"Was it really blown up by accident?" Bai Gong withdrew his hand, which was meaningful.

"Who knows." Bai Liang poured another cup of tea, and his tone was fluctuating, as if it sounded from nine heavens away, and as if it was close at hand, "Collect your temperament, if you miss the little sister, I'm afraid our Bai family will have to wait for another hundred years." ”

"I see." Bai Gong raised his hand and touched his nose, his tone was indifferent, and his eyes were blank.

Out of the teahouse, Yun Xiuhan returned to normal.

"Lord Wang."

A carriage stopped at the door of the teahouse, and the guards in dark black suits saluted respectfully.

"Let's go together."

Yun Xiuhan said to Hua Jincheng with sideways eyes.

"Let's go? Where to? Hua Jincheng replied suspiciously.

Yun Xiuhan smiled but didn't answer, helped the person into the car, and then he lifted the hem of his clothes and followed closely.

There was warmth in the spacious carriage, and Hua Jincheng looked at the incense burner placed in the middle, and his eyes blinked slightly.

Yun Xiuhan sat beside her, leaning on her shoulder with a tilt.

"I'm so tired."

Before Hua Jincheng pushed him away, Yun Xiuhan muttered tiredly.

"Isn't it tricky to do things in the court?"

Hua Jincheng froze the movement of pushing the person away, she withdrew her hand, and her warm fingers retracted into the wide sleeves of her coat.

"Well, it's hard to fight with those people, but it's just some untenable sour Confucianism, and it won't set off any storms, and today's scholars think very highly of themselves, which is not a good phenomenon."

"Where are we going?"

"Take you to a good place."

Yun Xiuhan straightened up, and the corners of his lips hooked up a charming arc, "A holy place that all scholars in the Great Jin Dynasty yearn for." ”

Scholar? Shrine?

Hua Jincheng chuckled in his heart, and looked at him with some astonishment, "You don't want to go to Guozijian, do you?" ”

"Can't you just be stupid? It's not challenging. Yun Xiuhan pretended to sigh sadly, but the upturned corners of his lips still showed his complacency and happiness.

The corners of Hua Jincheng's mouth twitched, and he decided not to deal with this naïve person.

Guozijian is the highest institution of learning in the Great Jin Dynasty, and the people who are looking for trouble in the women's workshop are also from here.

A holy place in the hearts of readers.

Hua Jincheng thought that this analogy seemed very appropriate.

And the students of Guozijian are not only dedicated to reading the books of sages, they have their own hills and valleys in their chests, whether it is the political affairs of the court or local development, they will understand, because the students from Guozijian themselves exist to select talents for the imperial court.

The students here will be the whirlpool of various factions in the imperial court competing for talents, peaceful, but not so calm.

Hua Jincheng got off the carriage, she raised her eyes to look at the tall archway, and the corners of her lips slowly drew a slight arc, "If it rots from the roots, I hope that one day there will be a fire to extinguish it." (To be continued.) )