What is the purpose of this Muran?

How much of what he said was true and how much was false?

Chu Yuanyang was puzzled, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Just wait until it gets dark and explore the Anyang palace at night.

The moon is high and the stars are shining.

The night was quiet, and Chu Yuanyang grabbed the broken short sword and slipped out of the inn.

"You...... ...... is this?"

As soon as she left the inn, she saw Mu Ran, leaning under the banyan tree ten meters away, bending her legs and looking at her with a smile on her face.

"I'm waiting for you!" Mu Ran tilted her chin towards her.

Chu Yuanyang stared at him suspiciously and said, "What are you waiting for me to do?"

"Waiting for you to go to Anyang Palace!" Mu Ran stood up from under the tree and stretched out her hand to flick the leaves on the hem of her elastic coat.

The long strip of gray cloth behind him stood upright the moment he lowered his head and patted the hem of his clothes, looking like a wooden stick.

"Your purpose?" Chu Yuanyang stared at Mu Ran with a cold look in his eyes, and said lightly: "Don't tell me, you just want to be friends with me." ”

Mu Ran laughed, and said undeniably: "Hehe, the one who knows me is Mo Ruo'er!"

"Nonsense!" Chu Yuanyang ignored him, raised his leg and left.

Seeing him step up and follow, he turned around, and his sharp and cold gaze startled Mu Ran in the night.

Mu Ran coughed dryly, cleared her throat, looked like a dead pig not boiling water, pointed to the spacious street, and said without three hundred taels of silver here: "I didn't follow you, this world is big, you can take this road, can't I go?"

“.........。 ”

After comprehending Mu Ran's scoundrel nonsense, Chu Yuanyang had no choice but to ignore him.

"The short sword in your hand is really special, can you lend me a look?" Mu Ran stared at the short sword with interest, but the corner of her eyes glanced at Chu Yuanyang's face.

“......。 ”

Chu Yuanyang didn't show anything on his face, but he was a little vigilant in his heart.

Mu Ran couldn't see anything on her face, and continued to ask tentatively: "In addition to the short sword in your hand, you have other ways to defend yourself... weapons?"

Ritual weapons?

Chu Yuanyang clearly heard Mu Ran's slip of the tongue.

Could it be that the short sword in her hand is a magic weapon?

Yes, if it weren't for the magic weapon, how could this short sword have such spirituality, and when it sensed something bad approaching, it began to tremble and warn.

If it weren't for the illegal weapon, it would not have been the lovely little girl who died tragically at the inn that day, but her.

Chu Yuanyang's heart turned a thousand times, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Want to know?"

Mu Ran was silent when she saw her eyes down, and a beautiful little face was in the dark, showing a little cold.

When I couldn't see her facial expression clearly, I was beating a drum in my heart, and I listened to her questions indifferently, and put up a defensive pennant when I boarded up.

"You ....... ”

Chu Yuanyang's abnormality made Mu Ran not know how to answer for a while.

"Do you have a weapon like me?" Chu Yuanyang asked rhetorically, and deliberately bit the word weapon extremely hard.

"Nope. Mu Ran spread her hands.

Although he shook his head and sighed, he sneered in his heart, this little girl was tricking his words.

The Anyang Palace, not far from the place where the ring was set up, and along the way, the two kept arguing, but most of them were Mu Ran talking, and Chu Yuanyang was too lazy to pay attention to it.

If it weren't for the fact that she had passed the age of playing and frolicking early, I am afraid that she would have been beaten up by Mu Ran's anger like thunder.

Coming to the side gate wall of Anyang Palace, Chu Yuanyang looked at the wall with a bitter face.

The wall was about ten feet high, and was made of bluestone bricks.

If you go through the gate, it will definitely not work, but if you go through the wall, with her little martial arts, such a high distance, you must borrow strength to climb it.

"How? But you can't go up?" Mu Ran gloated and walked towards her with a wicked smile, and whispered in her ear: "Good brother, I'll take you up." ”

Mu Ran is very tall, a head taller than Chu Yuanyang, who is 1.68 meters tall, and leaned over to her at this moment, like a loving and sweet little couple.

Chu Yuanyang took a step back and scolded angrily in a low voice: "Stay away from me." ”

Mu Ran's oil and salt didn't enter, he kept talking about it, and there was no correct sentence, Chu Yuanyang couldn't bear it.

"That's it, you just stay here slowly and think of a way, Dao Ye, I won't accompany you. ”

Mu Ran stood up straight, put away her cynical posture, her expression became extremely serious, and her eyes suddenly turned cold.

I'm afraid this is the real Mu Ran, Hang Erlangdang, the hippie smiling face is all disguise.

"One step ahead, waiting for you inside. ”

Mu Ran touched the ground on her toes, kicked lightly on her hind legs, and jumped onto the wall in an instant.

He looked back and smiled, his green clothes were in the wind, his long hair was dancing lightly, his eyebrows and eyes were burning, and he was extraordinarily handsome.

She really guessed correctly, this Mu Ran is indeed not simple.

Seeing that Mu Ran was about to jump off the wall, Chu Yuanyang wanted to stop him, but in the end he just opened his mouth silently.

Mu Ran crossed her arms and stood on the wall looking at Chu Yuanyang condescendingly: "What's the matter?" ”

Chu Yuanyang turned his head to the side, observing the surroundings and seeing if there were any other places to go into.

"In that case, forget it!" Although Mu Ran showed disappointment, her tone did not show a trace of disappointment, but revealed a somewhat indifferent attitude.

After Mu Ran jumped off the wall, he paused and glanced at the wall behind him, his expression seemed to be jumping over the wall to look at Chu Yuanyang outside.

He whispered, "If you come in and seek death by yourself, then you can't blame me." ”

After speaking, he walked in the direction of Qingxi's boudoir.

Chu Yuanyang lingered on the edge of the wall for a long time, and he couldn't do anything.

Until the third watch.

'Knock knock....... ’

The gong sounded.

"Wheeling ....... ”

With the sound of wooden wheels, a thick smell of feces hits.

Chu Yuanyang frowned, and saw a grandmother who was over six fathoms, pushing a wooden cart that was six feet long and three feet wide, and walked over slowly.

On top of the cart, there are several black wooden barrels.

Apparently, the smell came from the barrel.

Chu Yuanyang's dark eyes flashed, he had a plan in his heart, took two steps forward, and asked the grandmother who was pushing the cart, "Grandma, is this going to pour night incense?"

Chu Yuanyang has a thin figure, wearing a set of emerald dresses tonight, three thousand green silk picks up two temples behind his head, loosely tied with a hairband of the same color, and there is no hairpin jewelry on his body, showing that the whole person is beautiful and elegant.

Grandma looked up and was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a kind smile and complained: "In recent days, the night incense in this palace has somehow become much heavier than usual, I'm afraid it will smoke the girl, right?"

Chu Yuanyang shook his head and continued to ask: "I heard that the palace is not clean recently, are you not afraid?"

"I'm afraid, how not afraid, but the life is hard, and there is no way. Grandma stopped the cart and said with a sad face: "Besides, the silver taels in this palace are several times more than those of other houses, if I don't do it, someone will naturally rush to do it." ”