Outside the house was a small mossy clearing, and the slightest movement could be heard in Xiangyu's study and bedroom next to it.

Fortunately, today's son just went out to "pick summer", and there was no one else in the Jade Disturbance Courtyard except for the three of them and some small maidservants, otherwise Mian Liang would not dare to let Mi Yan and Wen Ling make noise here.

By the way, Xiangyu seems to be particularly fond of summer, others are stepping on spring, but our jade son alone created a "summer picking", called collecting a summer scene.

The son picked the summer, only brought out the raccoon slaves, and the sleeping fence was left in the house.

"Why don't we target the shortest and farthest green bamboo, whoever can shoot through it will be counted as a winner, how about it?" Wen Ling said as he pointed to a lone slender bamboo standing in the farthest line of sight ahead.

"Wen Ling, do you want to be shameless, you are good at arrows, but you want to compare arrows with me. Mi Yan was very dissatisfied.

"It's not simple, I throw the arrow, you throw your axe, if you can cut it, you win!" Wen Ling unequivocally immediately proposed a solution.

Mi Yan thought for a while: "Yes." ”

Then he pulled out a small silver axe from his back.

The two stood side by side, based on the slogan of the sleeping fence, and shot at the same time.

Mian Liang swallowed another small yellow croaker on the plate in his hand, and gave an order: "Hair!"

Mi Yan and Wen Ling flew out of their hands at the same time.

Two rays of fire pierced through the dense layers of bamboos, reaching the deepest part.

A crisp sound of "bang" suddenly came from there, and the bamboo didn't move at all, but they saw that the two weapons of Mi Yan and Wen Ling were flying back in their direction.

Mian Liang screamed and hurriedly hid aside.

Mi Yan's eyes flew quickly, and he grabbed the silver axe that bounced back.

Wen Ling was even more impressive, she spun around, kicked under her feet, and shot the magic light arrow that flew back again.

It's too late to stop it.

Wen Ling shot the red magic light arrow again, directly attacking the troublemaker in front of him.

A dark shadow flashed, and the man finally appeared, and it was a falcon.

Seeing that Falcon's eyes were calm, holding his small bow and crossbow condensed by ghost qi in his hand, he silently recited something in his mouth, and the small bow and crossbow instantly turned into a large bow and crossbow half as high as his body.

Seeing that the falcon was firmly on its feet, it gathered its arm strength, pulled the bowstring, and then shot a green magic arrow.

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that the other party was also an archer, the only difference was that he didn't use a bow, only arrows, and the other party had a traditional bow and arrow.

Wen Ling became interested, she soared into the air, her hands were together, and she shot an arrow at the Falcon again, seeing that the Falcon was not half panicked, she caught it steadily, or avoided the red sharpness that flew in, and at the same time flew into the sky, pulling her bow and firing at Wen Ling's arrows.

Wen Ling flew into the bamboo forest again, ran, and continued to attack as he ran, seeing that the falcon followed into the bamboo forest, and unfolded a faster arrow against each other.

A rain of arrows swept rampant in the bamboo forest, flying all over the sky, and the sleeping fence and Mi Yan who watched the battle were dazzling and dizzying.

When the two finally stopped, Mian Li miraculously found that the bamboo in the battlefield was intact, and there was not even the slightest scratch on a leaf.

The battle ended with Hayabusa.

"Good arrow!" saw the falcon walking towards Wen Ling.

Although Wen Ling lost, he was not weak.

Wen Ling put away the arrow, took out the pink silk handkerchief again, dipped it on the side of his mouth, and said coquettishly: "Childe is also a good archery." ”

Seeing the falcon looking at Wen Ling's mutation, he was still murderous at the last moment, how did this portrayal become like this.

He was stunned, but quickly got used to it again and smiled with relief.

Wen Ling on the other side also smiled at him.

The two have a sense of sympathy for each other and a sense of hating each other.

Mian Fence officially introduced the identities of Seeing Falcon, Wen Ling, and Mi Yan, and after hearing it, Seeing Falcon was not surprised, but said: "It seems that the word Yu is really different from ordinary ghosts." ”

Mian Fence was a little smug and nodded approvingly.

That's natural, being able to compete with Yin'an's best ghost attendant for so long is not something that ordinary ghost servants or ordinary ghosts can do.

Although Mian Fence could see that the Falcon had actually made a few moves to Wen Ling, guessing that it might be because Wen Ling was a woman's relationship, she was still honored.

Sleeping proudly, he swallowed the last raw yellow croaker in one bite.

The taste of this salty and fragrant small yellow croaker is really good, and it is more delicious than the previous servings.

Mian Li sighed with satisfaction.

Suddenly, her chewing movements were abrupt.

Why is this smell so familiar......

It seems to be the taste I tasted in Xunfu before.

Almost identical!

Before, I was all focused on the arrow duel, and I didn't notice the change in the taste in my mouth.

A hiccup sounded in her throat, and she sped away with a breeze at her feet, leaving the other three unaware of what to do.

"Do you know who sent this dish of little yellow croaker?" asked Mian Li, who had come with the raccoon slave to deliver the little yellow croaker earlier.

"It's easy," the little servant took the empty plate left over from the fish from the sleeping fence, and turned the plate over, revealing the lines at the bottom of the plate, which was a cherry blossom drawn with black lines.

"Hey, why is it the ...... of Xunfu" The little guy showed a hint of suspicion on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"The major clans that sent the little yellow croaker to Xiangfu today are basically the clans of the Xiang clan, when did they get into the ...... of Xunfu" The little guy turned over the plate several times, and after confirming it again and again, he found that he did not admit his mistake.

Xunfu is a clan belonging to the royal family.

Mian Liang thought for a while: "Who ordered the little yellow croaker in Xunfu to be sent?"

The little guy seemed to be reminded of something, and suddenly woke up: "That's right!"

He asked Mian Liang to wait for a moment, and quickly ran to talk to another little guy not far away, and the two talked a few words, and the little guy came into the house and took out something like an account book, and began to look up something.

After a while, the little servant came back at a trot, he returned the plate in his hand to Mian Li, and said with a smile: "It was sent by Mrs. Xun of Xun Mansion to her subordinates." ”

"Mrs. Xun?"

She thought about it carefully and remembered that at the night banquet in the Taihua Hall before, the woman who had greeted her briefly and asked her name was Mrs. Xun, the wife of the patriarch of the Xun clan.

Could it be that the raw and mixed small yellow croaker that he ate every day in Xun's mansion was prepared by Mrs. Xun for herself?

The gentle and kind appearance of the lady when she greeted him flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but smile.

If it was the lady, it would make sense.

*

On a curved arch stone bridge, a shallow stream winds from far and near to the bridge and flows quietly under the bridge, the water surface is crystal clear, and you can see countless pebbles of different shapes and sizes spread under the water, and small fish swimming between the water stones.

Connecting one end of the stone bridge is a pavilion leaning on flowers and grass, surrounded by strange trees, delicate but not complicated.

Han Tangli, dressed in a white jade robe and a red ribbon around her waist, was standing at the end of the stone bridge leaning against the railing, looking at the small fish in the stream.