"Yes, Qing Yu thinks that Youlan is the most competent, first, Yin and Yang have intersected with her, and second, we have to exchange the smallest possible sacrifice for the greatest benefit, and in the current chess piece, Youlan's death will not cause serious impact." Qing Yu looked as usual and talked eloquently. But it was not a taste in his heart, he said this, just to save Youlan's life, with his understanding of the mother emperor, once Youlan completed the task of investigating the former princess, her life would not be long. Because of her Pang Ruo surname, she inevitably became a thorn in the side of the mother queen.

"What? Isn't my son interested in Youlan anymore? There was a hint of joy in the empress's eyes, but her tone was flat.

"The word Qingyu is behind Pang Ruo, first the Pang Ruo Dynasty, and then there is Pang Ruo Qingyu." Qing Yu tried his best to speak in a steady tone, and his expression was as usual.

"Good! Good!! Worthy of my child! is worthy of being the future empress of the Pang Ruo Dynasty! The Empress laughed loudly and nodded her head again and again.

At this moment, on the other side of the Punchline Peak, Pang Ruolan and her entourage went down the mountain together, and Yuan Er whispered in her ear from time to time, completely ignoring the eyes of others.

The carriage of yin and yang drove in front of Pang Ruolan and the others, and her chuckle came from inside the car.

"I wonder if Yuan Er will be able to stay by your side?" The man's voice in his ear was slightly sad, "Yuan Er doesn't know how long it will take to say goodbye after this farewell." ”

She wanted to say something clear, looking around at the many martial arts people around, Pang Ruolan didn't know how to speak, so she could only smile slightly.

From time to time, a thought flashed in her mind when she laughed with the heroes of all walks of life, why did the ghost mansion report to the imperial court to the princess of the previous dynasty, was it to surrender to Cheng or was there other potential forces in this country to control?

If it is a surrender. With the foundation of the Mystic Pavilion in the Pangruo Dynasty, the haunted mansion is difficult to surpass; If there is a potential power of other countries, then this Pang Ruo Dynasty is worried about internal and external troubles, and martial arts and other countries are vying to 'share the food', isn't it precarious?

After getting off the Witty Words Peak and saying goodbye to everyone, Pang Ruolan entered the imperial city, and about her new mission, she still had no clue about the news of the former princess through the ghost house.

The top priority is to get close to yin and yang. Wait for the Haunted Mansion to recruit her. After all, it is no accident that Ghost Face appeared at the Martial Arts Alliance Leader Conference.

Thinking so, Pang Ruolan walked slowly in the noisy street market, looking worried for a while.

"Wow!" The cry of a child not far away interrupted Pang Ruolan's thoughts, and she saw several children dressed in cloth clothes. Punching and kicking around a boy.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

The two looked at each other in unison. They all smiled.

After nodding to Wu Meng. Pang Ruolan stepped forward and pulled away several children with unkind faces.

"Why do so many of you bully one?" Pang Ruolan smiled helplessly, and wiped the blood stains for the injured boy with her clean sleeves.

"He snatched our toys!"

"That's right! He grabs things! It's a bad boy!! ”

"That's right! We're going to beat him! ”

Several children scrambled to defend themselves loudly, their little faces full of indignation.

"Are they telling the truth? Did you rob someone else's stuff? Pang Ruolan asked the injured boy softly. His gaze swept over the toy in his hand, which was a small, colored wooden sword.

"Yes, I ......" The boy seemed to want to explain something, and his eyes flashed with grievance, but he didn't say more.

"Na! Is it okay for everyone to take this money to buy candy to eat? This wooden sword will be sold to my sister, right? Pang Ruolan took out a few pieces of broken silver, and several children rushed up, and then laughed and left.

"Whoa! This wooden sword is given to you. Seeing the wooden sword handed over by the boy, Pang Ruolan pushed it back with a smile.

"You paid for it, I don't want it." The boy lowered his head with a complicated expression, and his eyes kept glancing at the wooden sword. It could be seen that he really wanted the wooden sword in his hand.

"Since I bought it with money, then I have the power to call the shots, and this wooden sword is given to you! Now that it's yours, you can take it with you. Pang Ruolan smiled softly, and her fingers gently stroked the boy's head.

"Thanks, thanks." The boy ran away with the wooden sword blushing, his eyes full of anticipation and joy.

"I guess, shall we go and have a look?"

"Why don't we go and have a look?" Hearing that Pang Ruolan and herself agreed with her, she blurted out in unison, and a smile appeared in Wu Meng's eyes.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and followed.

The boy held the wooden sword and carefully guarded it, as if he were protecting a beloved baby, and his eyes were full of hope.

Through the layers of crowds, Pang Ruolan and Wu Meng followed the boy to a dilapidated courtyard gate.

The sun shone through the foliage, and among the autumn leaves that covered the courtyard, a young girl sat on a stone bench, holding a branch and gesturing something.

"Sister! Younger sister!! Look what I've brought back to you! The boy didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and happily ran to the girl, showing her the wooden sword in his hand.

"Wow! It's a wooden sword! It's a wooden sword! The girl stood up with joy, clapped her hands, and shouted happily.

"From now on, you don't have to use a wooden stick to make a gesture every day, it hurts to row branches!" The boy solemnly handed the wooden sword to the girl, looking proud.

"Hey, hey! Thank you, brother! When I grow up, I want to be the best dart master! I want to protect the treasures I am escorting, so that no one will be blamed and misunderstood like my mother! The girl smiled happily, clutched the wooden sword tightly, and said, "One day I will revitalize the Red Dart Game!" ”

"Yes! We can do it! The boy nodded to the girl and said loudly.

"Ahem, what are you talking about? So happy! A middle-aged woman stepped out of the dilapidated wooden door, her face yellow, and she looked at the two children with love in her eyes.

"Mother, this is a wooden sword given to me by my brother! In the future, when I practice swordsmanship, I won't be hurt by branches! The girl's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, showing the woman the wooden sword.

"Ahem, where did this wooden sword come from? Ahem, ahem, workmanship is also worth a little money, we, where do we have any money? The middle-aged woman couldn't stop coughing and looked sad.

"It was given to me by a big sister!" The boy explained to his mother with a smile, but the woman's fingers ran over the injured corners of his mouth.

"Ugh." The middle-aged woman's eyes darkened, and she looked self-reproachful. Having experienced the world, how could she not understand the reason.

Seeing the woman sighing deeply, holding the two children tightly into her arms, her eyes were full of distress, Pang Ruolan was not feeling good in her heart, she wanted to help, but she was hindered by Wu Meng beside her. After all, at this moment, it is not appropriate for her to reveal her identity, and it is not appropriate to reveal everything about Sanssouci Mansion.

"I wonder if the Red Falling Dart Master is willing to help and train in my friend's dart team?" Wu Meng's words in her ears were soft and sincere, and Pang Ruolan couldn't help but be stunned. Xindao: It turns out that this martial artist knows a middle-aged woman? So what exactly does she do? Although she counts herself as her confidant, she has never asked about her. (To be continued.) )