Xue Mao hid in the Condensing Wind Temple, and after seeing Dusk and Nanzhen Fusi's people leaving, he slowly paced to the gate of the temple, looking at the figure gradually moving away, thoughtfully.

How did Dusk come here?

What did he want?

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, I didn't notice any grievances between the Xue family and Dusk.

Then it is obvious that the people from Nanzhen Fusi who came here at dusk are not aimed at Ningfeng Guan, otherwise there will be a large number of people from Nanzhen Fusi Tiqi and Yingtianfu Ya around Ningfeng Guan at this moment, and even the people from Jingying will be dispatched.

On this point, Xue Mao had no doubts.

Dusk definitely has the ability!

And dusk definitely dares to use public weapons for private use.

Xue Mao looked in the direction of the Broken Taoist Temple, and suddenly understood in his heart, he was afraid that the purpose of dusk was that Fairy Wei!

What kind of person is Twilight?

It was difficult for Xue Mao to find words to describe him, even if he was a genius, he felt that this word was not enough to describe.

But there is a certain certainty:

Dusk is an old pervert!

Xu Miaojin won't talk about it, the first beauty of the Ming Dynasty, there are twelve enchantresses in the family at the critical dusk, and there are Korean beauties who came to pay tribute, and there is also a Tatar beauty Aru, and even the concubine Scarlet Chun is a beauty.

Then it is reasonable to come and take a look after hearing the good name of Fairy Wei at dusk.

Xue Mao had seen Fairy Wei.

Although there is no incense in that dilapidated Taoist temple on weekdays, I don't know where the old Taoist aunt got the money, the life of the master and apprentice is not embarrassing, and Fairy Wei also goes out to buy things, so Xue Mao has seen it a few times.

How so......

It's really beautiful, and it's fairy.

is not inferior to Xu Miaojin's demeanor, such a woman, how can she not look down on her at dusk.

Here's the problem.

Xue Mao is self-aware, he has never coveted this female crown, but it doesn't mean that he has no ideas: Xue Mao's status in the Xue clan is not high, so he is dedicated to climbing up.

Now that his father Xue Lu is a marquis, Xue Mao knows that as long as he gets the trust from his father Xue Lu, he will have a place for him in the Xue family in the future, but how can he get the trust of his father Xue Lu?

It is a very important thing to manage the concept of condensation, but what else......

Dedicated to a beauty!

Xue Mao had already made a plan, and when his father came back from the Eight Hundred Dadian to report on his work, he would get Wei Xianzi to Xue Mansion, and how to deal with it at that time was his father's business.

With the large profits of Ning Fengguan and Wei Xianzi, Xue Mao was sure that he would become an extremely important person in the Xue clan because of this, and perhaps have the opportunity to replace Xue Xun.

But the appearance of dusk made Xue Mao feel pressured.

He knew he had to act as soon as possible.

But...... No one!

As far as the Xue Mansion is concerned, it is simply delusional to want to quietly capture Fairy Wei away - Xue Mao heard from the residents around Ning Feng Guan that Fairy Wei had practiced.

So you have to find someone.

Who to look for?

Xue Mao thought about it and felt that he still had to be cheeky to ask for a Beizhen Fusi - after all, his father and Ji Gang were good friends, and the people of Beizhen Fusi would give themselves a face no matter what.

And these days, those bigwigs in Beizhen Fusi came to Ningfengguan, eating, drinking and playing without spending money, and when they left, they would receive red envelopes from themselves.

It's all about favors and connections.

As soon as he thought of this, Xue Mao couldn't sit still, and whispered a few words to the old bustard next to him who was responsible for managing the Ningfeng Temple on weekdays.

In the dilapidated Taoist temple, the old Taoist aunt stood at the gate, looking into the distance, and the female crown Wei Fairy stood beside her.

On the quaint and dilapidated plaque on the top of the head, the three words have long been dyed by the years.

Shangqing view.

Fairy Wei asked puzzledly, "Master, this dusk is coming and going, why did he come, although he didn't show it, but the disciple always felt that he was uneasy and kind." ”

It's a strange feeling.

The eyes that looked at her at dusk were obviously very clear, but she still felt uneasy.

The old Dao Gu was also puzzled, "When he looks at you, there are no distracting thoughts, but a character like him, he has a lot of opportunities, and he has just come back from outside the gate, today we came to Shangqingguan in a hurry, it is really incomprehensible, the posture is weak, for the teacher is not worried about this dusk official, for the teacher is worried about the condensation of the wind, the place where the filth is miscellaneous, more pickled and splashed, for the teacher to worry that you will be taken by them." ”

Troubled ......

If the disciple goes to the Condensing Wind Concept, it will be the Oiran of the entire Yingtian, and it will be ten thousand gold overnight.

The female crown obviously also thought, "Master, why don't we go on a cloud tour?" ”

The old Taoist aunt was silent for a long time, "It's a good idea, let the teacher think about this matter again, go back, it's time to do your homework, by the way, don't show off your hand to outsiders in the future." ”

The crown stuck out her tongue.

Illusion......

It's just that I can't get used to seeing the dusk and the officials pretend to be deep.

……

……

After entering Yingtian City, it was about to fall into the night.

Dusk took out a treasure note, asked Zhou Shengran to take the brothers to go to chic at night, and then whispered to Zhou Shengran: "Don't forget to do two things after being chic, one, starting tonight, three people, one person in a group, at twelve o'clock for me to stare at Xue Mansion, and then three people, at twelve o'clock in shifts staring at Ningfeng Guan, and then three people, staring at Beizhen Fusi." ”

Zhou Shengran was stunned for a moment, "What's going to happen?" ”

Dusk smiled: "It's okay, you just have to understand all the situations and be confident." I won't do anything about this, just sit back and wait for the dog to eat the dog, well, by the way, I have to send a few brothers to keep an eye on the dilapidated Shangqing Temple, if the young female crown wants to leave Yingtian, let the brothers no matter what method they use, they have to persuade them to go back, if necessary, you can be stronger! ”

Zhou Shengran nodded, "Understood." ”

Dusk said: "That's it, I won't delay your entertainment, I also have to go back, Your Majesty is coming to Huangfu to eat hot pot tonight, I have to go back to see if I'm ready, don't go to the big court meeting tomorrow morning, interrupt it a few times, then I really want to be impeached by Gu Duzai." ”

The left of the Imperial Court of the Imperial Palace, Gu Zuo, is very upright.

And don't stand in line.

As long as the courtiers make mistakes, no matter who you are, Gu Zuo will spare no effort to impeach.

So Dusk was still unwilling to let Gu Zuo grab the handle.

Zhou Shengran said goodbye and left.

Walking on the streets of Yingtian at dusk, watching the smoke falling, watching the children chasing, watching the sunset, I am in a good mood, this is the chick of the prosperous world created by my dusk people and Zhu Di.

But it could be even better.

The whole city is connected to the power grid, all the streets and alleys are removed from the bluestone slabs and replaced with cement roads, and the urban area is renovated, tearing down those fence houses, and replacing them with cement bricks and tiles to build urban villages, or in one step, build the appearance of a small county town in the future, and then build public hospitals, schools, and trams......

Such a Ming Dynasty has surpassed the West for three or four hundred years.

How can people not yearn for it?

couldn't help but hum a little tune: Memories are like a storyteller, with a tone full of local accents, jumping over puddles, bypassing small villages, and waiting for the fate of encounters, you pinch a city with mud......