"I'll listen to you." Fu Jun responded, with a smile between his eyebrows.

Seeing her happy face, Meng Yuan's heart was full of softness, and he said: "I heard my father-in-law say that there are still a few capable people around you, and after a few days, I will find an opportunity to take them to the place where we live, and ask them to help take a look." ”

Fu Jun was stunned by what he said, and after a while, he remembered that the so-called capable people in Meng Yuan's mouth should refer to the two junior disciples brought into the mansion by Wei Shuang, one is called Ah Si and the other is Ah Jiu.

According to Wei Shuang, although her two junior disciples do not know martial arts, Ah Si is good at identifying poison and medicine, and Ah Jiu is good at tricks, and Fu Jun has never seen these two people.

"According to my observation, the people in the Linqing Pavilion basically have no problems." Fu Jun said softly.

Human nature is the most complicated, and no one can guarantee 100% understanding of others, so she didn't dare to pack a ticket, after all, she is not a god, this conclusion is based on ordinary observation.

Meng Yuan smiled slightly, and said, "I know that you are good at people, but," Speaking of this, his voice paused slightly, and the breath on his body instantly became a little cold, "People may have no problems, but they can't keep things from problems." ”

His words were so profound that Fu Jun was silent for a while.

After a moment of silence, Meng Yuan's deep voice came over again, and every word was cold: "You don't know, all kinds of furniture, utensils, clothes, bedding, etc., are all promising. ”

The more he spoke, the more sneering he became, and the corners of his lips tightened, showing a cold and hard arc.

Fu Jun's heart hurt slightly.

The way he is now makes her feel an indescribable pity.

She couldn't help but reach out to stroke his jaw. The movements were soft, and the voice was even softer: "Okay, it's up to you, so I'll call Ah Si and them to take a look." ”

Her clear and light voice seemed to have a soothing power, which made people's hearts calm.

Meng Yuan's expression gradually relaxed, the ice and snow in his eyes were quietly released, and he only stared at the beautiful face in front of him with a pair of brilliant and delicate eyes, and every line on his face became extraordinarily soft.

The cold wind whistled outside the car, bringing with it the icy chill of deep winter. And inside the carriage is as warm as / spring /. A pair of figures have been together for a long time and have never been separated.

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The north wind gusted, sweeping through the darkening sky of Jinling City, bringing with it the damp and cold breath of the river. It adds a chill to the city.

Deep in the Orchid Lane of Dagongfang. A very inconspicuous mansion stands in the wind. Lonely and lonely. The house looked to have been built for some years, with gray bricks peeling, tiles withering, dilapidated lintels, and uneven exterior walls. The stone steps in front of the door are still piled up with fallen leaves, and it seems that they have been uninhabited for a long time.

The light of dusk was a little dim, sweeping all the way to the front of the stairs, and then brushing through the simple and chaotic large courtyard, only a ray of the afterglow of the slanting sun was set up by the window.

The curtains are made of the strongest Qingzhou cotton cloth, which has been closed for the most part, and the line of oblique light is hung on the edge of the curtain, and the faint white is reflected on the azure cotton, which seems to be the color of the dawn of the morning.

However, the atmosphere in this room was not half as bright as the dawn had suggested.

Several men cloaked in cloth towels sat around the table, as quiet as dead objects, except for the faint sound of breathing to indicate that they were still alive.

The light in the room was extremely dim, and most of the faces of these people were hidden under the cloth toil, except for a pair of eyes, but they were also blurred.

They seemed to be waiting for someone, and although no one spoke, a vague atmosphere of anxiety gradually spread in the room.

There was a soft click, the door was pushed open, and a north wind followed the sound, roaming the room for a while, and then dispersing into the darkness.

Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a masked man in a dark cloth robe, walking in quietly.

"I've seen the Lord." Several people stood up in unison and bowed.

"Sit." The man in Xuanyi said, his voice as light as smoke, as if floating in the air.

Several people sat down, and the first masked man in a yellow robe on the left took the lead and said: "Your lord, your subordinates have now found out that the secret is in Gusu City, not in the suburbs. ”

His official dialect has a slight Sunan accent, which sounds very elegant, and the joy in his voice shows that he is extremely happy with this discovery.

"Yay." The Xuanyi man's fluttering voice sounded, but in the eyes that were half covered by the cloth towel, there was not much joy to be seen.

The masked man in the green robe on the side stroked his palms and said: "In this way, there is hope for the uprising, and the subordinates wish the Lord an early success." ”

This person's voice is as deep as that of a middle-aged man, but his official language is very authentic.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present congratulated in unison: "I wish the Lord an early success!" ”

Among the many voices, the only masked man in gray was a little hesitant.

"What? Are you unhappy? Sitting next to the man in gray was a masked man in a blue robe, who burst out at this time.

The blue-clothed man's voice was a little shrill and his tone seemed to be sarcastic, very harsh.

"The subordinates don't dare." The man in gray immediately got up, his voice a little anxious.

He was a burly man, standing in front of the window, and the light in the room had dimmed a little.

The Xuanyi man's eyes moved: "It's okay. ”

It was still a voice like a light smoke, floating in the air, making people shudder.

The muscles in the corners of the gray-clothed man's eyes quickly shook a few times, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, and his tall body was reflected by the window, and he shrank a little.

The Xuanyi man no longer looked at him, his eyes were on the side, and his voice was indifferent: "How sure are you?" ”

"It's eight points accurate." The gray-clothed man had a respectful attitude, and there was even some flattery in his tone, "That person has no hope of being promoted this time, and he is dissatisfied in his heart, his subordinates have already taken the words, and he has already moved." ”

"Good." The man in the dark clothes said, but the two gloomy eyes were fixed on the man in gray.

A layer of cold sweat oozed from the forehead of the gray-clothed man.

"Ruyue's death, it's you." Xuanyi said.

His voice was still vague, but the tone in which he was cold was like substance, and what he said was not questioning, but static.

The gray-clothed man was shocked, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes behind the cloth, and he raised his eyes suddenly, just in time to meet the cold eyes of the Xuanyi man.

"Subordinates should be damned." The man in gray suddenly got up from his seat and knelt down to plead guilty.

The Xuanyi man looked at him with lowered eyes, until the cold sweat soaked through the other party's eyebrows, and Fang said word by word: "There is no next time." ”

"My subordinates know their mistakes, thank you!" The tense body of the Xuanyi man finally relaxed, but the tremor in the voice could not be concealed at all.

The Xuanyi man paused for a while, and Fang waved his hand: "Get up." ”

He seems to be extremely disinclined to say too much, and if he can say one less word, he will say one less word.

The gray-clothed man stood up when he heard the sound, and seeing that the Xuanyi man didn't say anything more, he sat back cautiously. (To be continued.) )