"That's it, I'll go back to my life first, and the goal can be achieved." As soon as the man's voice fell, he jumped out of the room.

Bingyue lightly covered the tiles, and was about to keep up with the man, but looked up but disappeared.

It seems that he deliberately slowed down just now in order to take care of Yuan Niangzi's skills and speed.

Wuhou Mansion is located in the most prosperous area of Shangjing City, and at this moment, the shadows of the trees in the mansion are numerous, and half of the figure is not visible.

"Grandfather, you're back." As soon as Gu Fengnian came in from outside the door, he threw himself into Yang Guoyuan's arms, crying heartbreakingly, and his small body seemed to hide endless strength.

Yang Guoyuan has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and his eyes are full of killing intent, even if he sees his little grandson, he has not restrained himself: "Good grandson, you have suffered for so many years, since Wan'er went, you have lived a life under the fence." But now it's okay, my grandfather has established a power at the border, and now he is also proud to return to the court! ”

"Grandfather, I only have one relative, and after I come back this time, I will come to you immediately." Although Gu Fengnian hasn't seen Yang Guoyuan much, his genes can't deceive people, and the fierceness hidden in his eyes is the same as Yang Guoyuan, "It's just that my grandson was killed earlier, and today I designed a chicken head to ask for some interest back, but I didn't expect to be beaten up again, and I felt angry in my heart, which was really uncomfortable." ”

Yang Guoyuan is actually a rough person, he is good at marching and fighting, but he knows nothing about the design of the murder, but his way of dealing with it has always been rough and effective: "What's the matter, who is that person, call her to the house tomorrow, the old man will give her a Hongmen banquet, and she will definitely be called back!" ”

Since then, the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion will often see Gu Fengnian reading books and practicing swords in the Prime Minister's Mansion, or chatting with the Prime Minister, and they come and go very frequently.

Of course, that's all for later.

And this end, everything in the house.

"Then I lost it." Bing Yue's eyebrows and eyes were cold, standing by the door against the moonlight, cold and noble, even if she stood in front of her, it seemed to be thousands of miles away.

Probably goddesses have this sense of distance.

Nishizawa retracted his gaze, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Wen Ming, who stepped on the stool and ravaged Jiang Softyan with both hands regardless of his image.

"Uh-huh, let me go!" Jiang Ruanyan escaped from Wen Ming's clutches, carefully analyzed the information that Bingyue brought back, and his little brows twisted like a little plum blossom, "Since this is the case, then we should be able to stop for two days." ”

"Does a two-day break mean you can take a holiday?" Wen Ming's eyes lit up, she hadn't hunted in the mountains for a long time, and she ran around all day long in Shangjing City, except for a few mosquitoes last time, there was not even a person to practice.

Jiang Ruanyan tilted his head to think about it, as if he could indeed take a holiday: "Hmm"

"Then it's settled, see you in two days!" Wen Ming got up and left, I don't know if the thatched house she built last time can still be used, and while it is still early, I guess I can repair it in advance.

Bingyue followed and walked out, but was stopped by Jiang Ruanyan: "Bingyue, you have to accompany me to do something in the past two days." ”

Her smiling appearance was weird, and she could see Bingyue's conditioned reflex to hold her hands on her chest.

……

Since the holiday at the Wanshiwu House, Nishizawa is still nesting in the Karakuri room to study the new drawings given to him by Jiang Ruanyan, and the more complicated it is, the more he forgets to sleep and eat.

And Bingyue jumped up and down with Jiang Ruanyan all over the world, almost walking the entire Shangjing City.

It was noon, the street was bustling, the sound of selling was endless, and even the sugar gourds sold on the street seemed to be more red than usual, so people couldn't help but stop and buy two strings.

"Boss, this is Wuhou Mansion, and two streets away is Zuixiang Building." Bingyue helped Jiang Ruanyan familiarize himself with the terrain at a glance.

Jiang Ruanyan withdrew his gaze from the bright red sugar gourd, and took her words: "Wuhou Mansion and Zuixianglou are so close, don't you always smell the fragrance of Zuixianglou on weekdays." ”

However, the advantage of going to Zuixianglou to pick up food highlights the advantage, only two streets, one back and forth can bring delicious food home, which is faster than express delivery.

Bingyue paused, and felt that it made sense, so she gave Jiang Ruanyan a lot of gossip about the little secret between Wuhou Mansion and Zuixiang Building: "The behind-the-scenes boss of Zuixiang Mansion has something to do with Wuhou Mansion. Wasn't Drunken Xianglou a fuss two days ago, Zhuang Yong also brought a lot of people to arrest people, and when they clashed with the shopkeeper Tong, Xiao Zhu quickly persuaded him in a few words, and one of the reasons was because of Wuhou Mansion. ”

Seeing Jiang Soft's little eyes seeking knowledge, Bingyue spread her hands: "I've found it here for the time being." If you still want to know how Wuhou is old and strong, and his wife and concubines, I can still talk to you. ”

"Forget it, I'm not interested in the X life of the elderly." Jiang Ruanyan waved his hand, took Bingyue past the silk village, and then retreated, looked up at the plaque, and glanced at Bingyue, "Take a look." ”

Generally, the silk village is opened on the street, the most prosperous area of passenger flow, where there are many dignitaries, as long as their materials are good enough, then there is a good chance that they can become a long-term partner of a big customer.

And this "Silk Village" is completely the opposite, and I have to admire the shopkeeper's Buddhist system, which is really free enough.

Today, Jiang Ruanyan wore a peach cardigan against the scene, a peach-lined infrared gauze skirt underneath, and the jewelry on his head was also a hairpin flower, which looked young.

As soon as they entered the silk village, a clever man greeted them, and his eyes turned to be flexible: "This lady is buying new clothes for her daughter, come on, please come inside." ”

Bingyue was stunned for a moment, and an unconventional crack appeared on the face of the 10,000-year-old iceberg for the first time, and she stopped in her footsteps, and she had to theorize with this guy what is a lady and a girl!

However, Jiang Ruanyan pursed her lips and snickered, and she was afraid that blood would be splashed on the spot, so she quickly pulled Bingyue in, and casually took a dark red cloth and asked her: "Such a handsome little lady come and help me pick and choose, that cloth is suitable for making new clothes." ”

"The girl is still young, and I'm afraid this cloth is not suitable." This voice is enchanting and charming, but any man who hears it will lose his three souls and lose seven souls, and he can't find his way home.

She took another lively and bright cloth and compared it to Jiang Ruanyan, and said with satisfaction: "This water and yang yellow is suitable for you, just like the warm sun in spring and the scorching sun in summer." ”

This croaking sales ability directly dazzled Jiang Ruanyan's eyes, and she was already formulating the big plan of "Forty-nine Abduction Gold Medal Salesmen" and was ready to implement it at any time.

"Old words!" Bingyue saw that her boss was so unproductive that Harazi was about to flow down, and hated that iron could not become steel, "We came to see the fabric, but we didn't come to see people." ”

No, they're just here to see people.

This person is Yuan Niangzi, if she didn't know her true identity, Jiang Ruanyan would definitely be willing to hire her with a lot of money.

Two hours later, the two of them finally walked out of the silk village safely, Bingyue held seven pieces of cloth in both hands, and they could summon the divine dragon, and their faces were still calm.

It wasn't her money that was spent, anyway.

Jiang Ruanyan held a bunch of scattered sad faces, and this month's deposit was gone.

The two of them walked side by side on the streets of Shangjing, and the vendors on both sides of the road began to close their stalls one after another, and the orange sunset fell on the city, wrapping them in a gorgeous package, making people reluctant to get into it and smash this beautiful picture.

When the two of them returned to the Masterhouse, they found that Nishizawa's special intelligence remote-controlled car was driving head-on, and the route was crooked, but fortunately, the information was delivered accurately.

Jiang Ruanyan piled all the fabrics on the table, bent down to take out the letter on the remote control car, and shook it open: "Boss Jiang will gather in the Wuhou Mansion in three days." ”

As soon as she wanted to tell Bingyue, she saw the following scene:

At this time, the remote control car was stuck at the threshold, the car kept turning and turning, and the sound of surging and slipping was endless, Bingyue bent down to save the poor remote control car, and when she just touched the body, her other hand covered the back of her hand at the same time, and the two of them parted with one touch.

Nishizawa's face turned red, his eyes dodged, he didn't even want a remote control car, turned around and went back to the Karakuri room, and didn't even come out to eat dinner.

The innocent science and technology nerd and the intelligence queen pseudo-three highs finally rubbed out the fire of evasion.

The two haven't been in the same frame since!

Jiang Ruanyan was very depressed, she was going to go to Wuhou Mansion to eat the Hongmen banquet generously, and she had to pass letters to each other through a remote control car to talk about things with the director of the technical department at home!

In contrast, Wen Ming, who came back from vacation, had a ruddy complexion and a good complexion, and when he saw who praised whom, the sweetness of his mouth was upup!

It's likeable.

"Wen Ming, can you see, just this work attitude, huh? I think "Xuanji Tu" should be left to my future son as a papyrus! Jiang Ruanyan deliberately said loudly, just to force Xi Ze out of the room, but unfortunately people were still indifferent.

"Forget it, you can knock on the elm head, then there will be a ghost. Let's talk about this Hongmen banquet. "Wen Ming is very interested in that Wuhou Mansion, I heard that he just came back from Guanwai and broke out of the sky outside, but it's amazing.

Bingyue sat at the table rarely, flipped through a stack of super thick information in his hand, and read solemnly: "Yang Guoyuan, the father of Concubine Wan, never entered Beijing in his early years, and the whole family lived in the barren land in the west. ”

"Eh, wait a minute, isn't this Concubine Wan already burping?" Jiang Ruanyan remembered that Concubine Wan's son seemed to be Gu Shenyuan's younger brother, that little brat.

Bingyue twisted her fingers to turn to the character relationship chart on the next page: "Her daughter, Yang Wan'er, has a son, who is ten years old this year, named Gu Fengnian, and is now raised by the second prince's mother, Concubine Qi Guifei. ”

"It's weird, why did they invite me to dinner?" Jiang Ruanyan was a little incomprehensible, holding his little head in both hands and meditating.

Wen Ming lost a melon seed and opened her mouth to catch it: "Then you don't have to think about it, it must be a Hongmen banquet." ”

Until the night when everyone dispersed, she climbed on the roof alone, looked at the stars and thought about what the Wuhou Mansion was looking for her.

"It's windy at night, and even if you want to escape responsibility by contracting the cold, it's not realistic."

The sudden sound almost frightened Jiang Ruanyan into rolling off the roof.

Remember the royal pet: the permanent address of His Highness in those years