In late autumn, the first snow of the year came earlier, and it was much colder than usual.

In the hibiscus garden, the four seasons are like spring, lively and prosperous, like the New Year, but how much of it is really for celebration, only God knows!

"You are so brave that you dare to threaten Your Highness, so you are not afraid that you will not be able to leave the Furong Garden?"

The chief manager led the way in front, and his voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from the darkness of hell, and with the cold air of the first heavy snowfall, he wanted to freeze to the bone marrow.

Wu Ming was cold and did not pick up the stubble.

Liang Zi is finished, as for what the other party thinks, he doesn't care, the important thing is that Chai Wei must come back intact, otherwise he doesn't mind lifting Chang'an City!

Therefore, just now the voice was transmitted to the chief manager, saying that if he would not see anyone again, he would confront Li Wenzhao in public, saying that she borrowed the hand of King Wei to take advantage of the treasures of foreign guests and envoys!

On this occasion, even if it is fake, as long as it is publicized, Li Cheng will not be able to tell it with a hundred mouths, but Wu Ming did not do it, everything is based on Chai Wei's safety.

As for the rest, they all have to stand aside, and Wu Ming doesn't like to be pinched all the time!

"My husband has also heard of your deeds in the Eastern Song Dynasty, but unfortunately this is neither the Eastern Song Dynasty nor the Northern Jin!"

Thinking that he was afraid, the chief manager smiled coldly again.

"What's the point of saying this? It shows that the status of the Tang Dynasty is transcendent, or does Li Cheng, the king of Wei, dare to kill me here?"

Wu Ming said disapprerovingly.

"It will indeed take some effort and even price to kill you here, but don't forget, the trip to the Hidden Dragon Abyss is about to begin, and you will know how wrong it is to offend my Highness!"

Large total pipes.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming's smile represents everything.

This also knows that things can't be solved like this, especially those who know Wu Ming's past, they will know what they will face next.

But Li Cheng, the king of Wei, was really not afraid, and even disdained it, and with a little trickery, he would make Wu Ming lose face and lose face, throw him to his grandmother's house, and even kill him, it was just a matter of one sentence.

Of course, everything has to be done in secret, and Qianlong Yuan is undoubtedly the best place!

It's a pity that they don't know that Wu Ming will not go to the lower level, and with his current cultivation strength, he can be called invincible in the upper level!

The snow fell heavier and heavier, splashing and falling like goose feathers, going around and around, passing through the moat array, and over the hibiscus garden, such a natural phenomenon that was not threatening was not within the protection range of the great array at all, but added a bit of brilliance to the feast tonight!

"Ruixue Mega Year!"

Wu Ming took a snowflake and said quietly.

"You're so literate!"

The chief steward looked at him in surprise.

To be able to do this, cultivation is still secondary, the important thing is that knowledge, eyesight, and knowledge are indispensable, and you must be more sophisticated in dealing with people.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming still smiled indescribably.

"It's a pity that I don't have self-knowledge!"

The chief steward shook his head, stopped talking, and led Wu Ming through countless layers of prohibitions until he reached the back gate of Furong Garden.

"Sure enough, it's not in the Hibiscus Garden!"

Wu Ming's last trace of luck dissipated.

If Chai Wei is in the park, he will dare to expose this matter and go to the Jinluan Palace, and the lawsuit will be won and won't lose!

Li Cheng, the king of Wei in the Tang Dynasty, forcibly seized and coerced people, once such a scandal is publicized, it will cause an uproar in the world, how do people think of the royal family of the Tang Dynasty?

It's a pity that the other party does things without leakage and doesn't give him a chance at all!

"Let's get out"

The chief steward pointed disdainfully to the side door next to the back door.

There, there were a lot of warriors dressed in ordinary clothes, carrying a lot of things inside, like charcoal, but exuding a faint and refreshing fragrance.

Wu Minghun didn't care about the other party's insult, and walked out of the side door with a calm expression.

The chief manager frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with melancholy, and he quickly regained his composure.

For people of Wu Ming's status, it is already humiliating to go through the back door, but the side door at the back is commonly known as the dog hole, and only people with cheap jobs will go through this kind of door.

But he doesn't care, just this scheming is enough to make people jealous!

If you add extraordinary cultivation and talent, this jealousy will become a worry, but thinking about the identity of Li Cheng, the king of Wei, even if he is a half-saint, he will not dare to make a mistake, so he will be relieved!

"Deacon Huang, this spirit stone is not right, this batch of spirit wood charcoal is of excellent quality, not to mention it is worth sixty-four spirit stones, why is the price reduced?"

An old voice came from outside the side door, but I saw an old man dressed in plain clothes and a dark face, holding a small cloth bag, bending his waist, and saying to a middle-aged man in brocade clothes in a very humble manner.

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, our Wei Wangfu uses your charcoal to give you face, and you don't look at what day it is?

Our Royal Highness wrote a book and said, for the Tang Dynasty to make immortal achievements, will inherit the throne in the future, lead the Tang Dynasty to a more prosperous era, you make some contributions are so distressed, our Royal Highness for the Tang Dynasty to work hard, who will be distressed?"

The middle-aged deacon said with a cold face.

"No, no, it's not like this, Deacon Huang forgive me, the old man has no disrespect for His Royal Highness King Wei, it's just that this batch of spiritual wood charcoal is related to the use of the old and young in the family, and my little grandson will reach the ......age of going to school when he sees it."

The old man's black face turned a little whiter, and he waved his hand again and again, but he still wanted to get his remuneration back, which was obviously an embarrassment of life, otherwise he would not risk offending the deacon of the Wei Palace.

"Bastard!"

The middle-aged deacon was furious, swept the old man to the ground casually, and said angrily, "Your family is a big thing, or is it a big thing for your Royal Highness to manage the affairs of a country and do your best for the country?

Where can the old man withstand the sweep of the innate powerhouse, rolling to the ground, the cloth bag in his hand is free and easy, and more than a dozen spirit stones with dim spiritual light fall out, which is more than a step worse than the quality of the spirit stones circulating in the ordinary market.

Wu Ming glanced at it casually, and knew that there were only forty or fifty spirit stones in it, and the quality of this batch of spirit wood charcoal was indeed good, and it was used to boil spiritual materials, which was quite time-saving and labor-saving, and was not used for making rice.

"Daddy!"

"Grandpa!"

It's just that the old man is just cultivating his artistic conception, dying of old age, and a few charcoal-burning men are just temperamental, and they dare not speak out.

They don't even have a bag, for this job, they can only pull a cart from thousands of miles away, and they have to be exploited by others, which is no longer embarrassing to describe, but forced to death!

Don't look at Wu Ming's lavish spending, but when he first came to Shenzhou, he was also stumped by a few spirit stones and a handful of white corn, and Wu Fu was even deceived by acquaintances, knowing how difficult it is for low-level martial artists to get some cultivation resources.

Only, what does it have to do with him?

In the prosperous and prosperous times of the past dynasties, or in troubled times, there were frozen bones on the stinky road of Zhumen's wine and meat, but it was the norm.

"Deacon Huang is angry, let's go, let's go......"

The old man took a few breaths, wiped the red blood stains that had dripped down to his beard, dragged his children and grandchildren, and hobbled towards the mule cart.

Wu Ming stopped slightly, the corner of his eye was a piece of blood red on the snow-white ground, nothing to do, and continued to move forward.

The chief manager seemed to be aware of it, and glanced coldly at Deacon Huang, who was still completely unconscious, complacent about getting dozens of spirit stones of excellent quality, and had no consciousness of dying.

As for Wu Ming, who came out of the side door, he didn't even look at it, no matter how well he dressed, he was just an inferior person!

Not far away, there was a carriage, and next to it stood a one-armed cloaked man, staring at Wu Ming who was walking slowly with cold eyes.

"Hey, hey!"

The one-armed man smiled and didn't get out of the way.

Wu Ming was slightly stunned, and immediately remembered that Li Donghu had said that among the kidnappers, there was a great grandmaster who was destroyed by him with poison, and most of them were the one in front of him.

"That little lady is very tender, this seat has lost an arm, I don't know how you plan to compensate?"

The one-armed man said coldly.

Although there was a word on it for him to release people, he didn't mind knocking on another stroke to allow the Great Grandmaster to complete the treasures of the flesh, and the Wei Wangfu did have it, but he was not rich enough to use it for him.

"There happens to be a Blood Yang Golden Pill below, which can repair the physical body, just to see if there is anything wrong with the person!"

Wu Ming glanced back at the chief manager, who didn't show any signal, and then took out a jade bottle.

"Really?"

The one-armed man said in ecstasy.

The name of the Blood Yang Golden Pill, he had heard of it, was also one of the treasured pills in the Wei Palace.

Wu Ming opened the cap of the bottle, revealing a red-gold elixir the size of a dragon's eye, dripping and spinning, with a faint fragrance that was refreshing.

"Okay, I still want a million spirit stones, I heard that you won a lot in the Silver Hook Casino!"

The one-armed man was sure that Bao Dan was no different from what he knew, and licked his lips, the color of greed in his eyes was blazing, even if he gave filial piety to the people above, it was enough for him to blackmail.

"I'm going to make sure people are okay!"

Wu Ming flipped his wrist and put away the jade bottle.

"Look, rest assured, this girl is just in a coma, and she will wake up in three or five days, and she will be alive!"

The one-armed man lifted the curtain, revealing it, Chai Wei was lying on his back, breathing evenly, his face was ruddy, his clothes were intact, and he was indeed not mistreated.

Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, happily threw the elixir to the one-armed man, took another bag, and transferred a million spirit stones from the dragon clothes to deliver it, and the one-armed man got out of the way.

"Refreshing, if you have a chance, maybe you can make another deal, and the carriage will send you!"

One-armed man get out of the way.

"No chance!"

Wu Ming probed Chai Wei's pulse, and finally reassured and drove away.

"Dad, this business is getting more and more difficult, and there are still conscriptions to be completed in the palace market......

When passing by the charcoal seller, there was a whisper of their unwillingness and bitterness.

Wu Ming's heart moved, and he glanced at the back door of the Hibiscus Garden without a trace, and he could vaguely see that the chief manager was teaching Deacon Huang a lesson, and he said in his mouth: "Sell charcoal, cut down and burn charcoal in the southern mountains."

His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black.

What is the business of selling charcoal to get money, and the clothes on the body and the mouth are eating.

The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold.

At night, a foot of snow outside the city came, and Xiao drove a carbon car to grind the ice ruts.

The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city.

Who is the two horses here, the yellow-clothed messenger and the white-shirted.

He said pardon with the paperwork in his hand, and returned to the car and led the ox to the north.

A cart of charcoal, a thousand pounds, the palace envoy will not regret it.

Fragmentary Spirit Stones......"