On the evening of the third day of the first month of April, the sudden torrential rain swept the mountains and rivers, and the heavy dark clouds seemed to be pressed on the top of Yufeng Mountain.

Basically no one is moving around in the Furong Temple, and the maid guards are hiding in the house.

The cliff house between the bamboo and the sea was lit with lights, Xu Buling wrapped the night clothes, dough and other things in the package, and took the hat and the lily coat from Lao Xiao's hand, and prepared to go to the night party Zhang Xiang, Lao Xiao was talking about the information he had inquired about:

"Little prince, I've checked it, Zhang Xiang lives in Chongning Fang, there are few people in the house, there are a few Tianzi Camp wolf guards patrolling day and night, and his righteous son Zhang Tingbao has just given birth to a son and lives nearby...... In recent years, Song Yu, the king of Yan, has generally not left the country in addition to the Wenhui, the poetry club and other places, and has not been in contact with anyone, so it seems that there is no problem...... Also, Miss Song seems to have left Chang'an......"

When Xu Buling heard this, he frowned slightly: "This dead girl...... Where did it go? ”

Lao Xiao pouted: "I went with Xu Danqing, I guess I went to Yuelu Mountain to find the old immortal." ”

Xu Buling was a little relieved and nodded slightly. Walk out of the house and take a few glances between the bamboo seas:

"Aunt Lu won't come back at night, right?"

Lao Xiao shook his head: "Mrs. Lu went back to the city today to purchase the daily food and clothing of the little prince. The rain is so heavy, you will definitely not be able to go up the mountain, it is estimated that the rain will stop tomorrow and come back, you can rest assured that you can ......"

After listening to the information from Lao Xiao quietly, Xu Buling hung the package on his body, took the hat, and jumped directly from the steep cliff, up and down all the way, to the foot of Yufeng Mountain.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and the town at the foot of the mountain was no longer crowded with passers-by, and the doors and windows were closed.

Xu Buling took the horses that had been prepared from the stables of an inn, turned over and galloped towards Chang'an City, ten miles away.

At present, the lock dragon Gu on Xu Buling's body is equivalent to being solved, but how to leave Chang'an City is still a big problem.

The smoothest situation should be to wait for three years and then return to the fiefdom.

But there is obviously a black hand behind him, first poisoning him to restrict his martial arts, and after he made himself a waste, he detoxified him and restored a little martial arts. This is obviously to use his martial arts to achieve something. Before this goal is achieved, the person behind it will definitely not let him go away unharmed.

With the wrist shown by the Wei River ambush and the lock dragon Gu, the black hand behind it is obviously not a miscellaneous fish. Even the Xiao family has not studied the solution to the lock dragon Gu for decades, but the person behind it has studied it, in a way, the person behind it is even more powerful than the Huainan Xiao family.

Dayue is more powerful than the Huainan Xiao clan in the territory, then there is only the Song clan.

But the Song family is a royal family, the six vassal kings and the son of heaven are all surnamed Song, and some of the princes who came out of the first emperor are capable of attacking him, and it is difficult to directly determine which one it is.

Xu Buling's plan is to respond to all changes with the same, as soon as the lock dragon Gu unties the knife on his neck, he can be lured by the black hand behind the scenes, he can just accept it.

But if you don't accept the call, you won't accept the call, who is behind him and what the purpose is, you must find out clearly......

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During the planning, the horse's hooves galloped like thunder across the plains outside Chang'an City, and had arrived under the city wall.

Xu Buling went around to the sparsely defended place of the city wall, tied the horse to a forest, inserted a dagger into the brick crack of the city wall, and climbed the city wall silently in two big steps, and came to the market of Chang'an.

Under the night rain, Chang'an City is still brightly lit, and from a high place, it looks no different from the modern neon market, except that it lacks a little colorful color.

Xu Buling's body was like a ghost, rising and falling on the roof of the house, and he crossed Chang'an and came to a small courtyard in Chongrenfang first.

There is no furnishings in the small courtyard, the clothesline is still tied under the window, the hat and the clothes are hung on the wall, there are no water stains, I think I didn't go out today.

Xu Buling arranged for Lao Qi to stare at Zhu Manzhi, knowing that Zhu Manzhi had been restless for the past few days, and had packed his things several times and was ready to go to Yufeng Mountain, but he ran back and forth halfway through, probably because he heard Zhu Liu's news.

Xu Buling raised his hand and pushed the door, but the door was tethered and not pushed, and the sound of breathing inside was steady, and it sounded like he was asleep. He pondered for a moment, picked the door open with his dagger, and entered the room.

There was a little bit of daughter's incense in the house, and the Yanling knife was placed on the table at random, and I didn't know where to buy an iron sword, and placed it on the sword platform, with three sticks of incense, and there was a portrait hanging behind the sword platform, on which was a white-bearded old gentleman standing with a sword, hmm...... On the street, a portrait of an old sword saint with a pair of silver and a pair of silk mountains......

“……”

Xu Buling raised his eyebrows, he was still a little worried, but after seeing this scene, he couldn't cry or laugh a little.

In a blink of an eye, on the embroidery bed inside the house, Zhu Manzhi lay on the bed with the word 'big' on his back.

In April it rained again and there were no mosquitoes, and the veil was not lowered. The little girl who is not tall sleeps very well, her tight belly is covered with a futon, her two tight legs are exposed, she is wearing close-fitting thin blue pants, her upper body is just a red belly pocket, and two mandarin ducks are embroidered.

Because of the better development, the belly pocket actually looks a little small, and the edge shows the outline of the arc, and the pouch is a little tight with the ups and downs of breathing.

Xu Buling put down the hat, walked over to him and looked at it carefully - he was sleeping very soundly, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was dreaming very windy, and he looked like he was raising his eyebrows.

Xu Buling raised his hand and pinched his face.

“…… Woo...... It's not dawning......"

Zhu Manzhi swept away his hand, turned over and faced inward, pulled up the futon to cover his belly pocket, and pouted a little dissatisfied, but after he came to his senses, his face stiffened.

"It's me."

“……”

Zhu Manzhi opened his eyes, quickly closed them again, took a deep breath and pretended to be asleep, and quietly drilled into the futon, but forgot that his buttocks were not covered.

Smack-

A crisp sound rang out in the hut.

Zhu Manzhi was trembling, he didn't dare to pretend anymore, he hurriedly turned up, wrapped himself in a futon, his face was red, and his eyes were shy:

"Xu Gongzi...... What are you doing......"

Xu Buling's face was cold, and he said calmly: "Fight mosquitoes." ”

“？”

Zhu Manzhi frowned at his little eyebrows, looked at Xu Buling who was sitting next to him, and shrunk to the corner of the bed: "There are no mosquitoes." ”

"I said yes, yes."

“……”

Zhu Manzhi was not stupid, he blushed and held back for a while, but he still didn't refute, but just whispered: "Young Master Xu, why are you here, are you injured?" ”

Xu Buling stood up, walked to the table with his back to him, and took off the package on his shoulder:

"Something."