"Childe wants us to help with anything, just say, as long as the subordinates can do it, the subordinates will go." When Mu Ling heard what Jiang Huan said, a trace of hope slipped in her eyes.

It can be seen that Mu Ling has a good relationship with those secret guards. And what Jiang Huan wants is a good relationship.

Seeing Jiang Huan knocking on the table with a black chess piece, he raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Ling, and said, "I want you to lure them out and persuade them to join us."

"Join us?" Mu Ling was slightly stunned when she heard this, and said: "Those brothers of mine are very loyal to An Taifu, and I am soft-spoken, I'm afraid it is..."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to convince him?" Jiang Huan raised his eyebrows at Mu Ling, "As long as it's human, there will be weaknesses." Didn't you say they were often bullied by that screamer? As long as you move it with affection, you know it with reason. They will promise you. ”

Jiang Huan is right, everyone has weaknesses.

Those secret guards have been cultivated as emotionless killers since childhood, and it stands to reason that they can't have weaknesses, but in fact they are not at all. After all, the new leader in Mu Ling's mouth is an out-and-out violent man, who beats or scolds those secret guards, and his majesty is more than that of the master An Taifu. So, it's only fitting to start with Zirang.

Seeing Jiang Huan like this, Mu Ling had to respond leisurely.

Jiang Huan took out the token he had recovered from the two of them: "The token is for you, is it okay for you to go alone?"

"No problem." Mu Ling said.

Jiang Huanmin pursed his lips and said, "It's already late today, you go back to rest first, and then go tomorrow morning."

Now that the palace gate is closed, it is impossible to get out. Only rest here for one day, and go again tomorrow morning.

"Yes." Mu Ling said and retreated.

After Mu Ling left, only Ziyu and Jiang Huan were left in the room, he glanced at Ziyu and said lightly: "You should also retreat."

"Yes." Ziyu arched his hand when he heard this, and then retreated.

Jiang Huan saw the two of them leave and walked to the mirror.

He sat down in the mirror and reached out to remove the mask from his face.

The person in the mirror has a smooth and fair face, revealing an angular coldness. The bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are as scarlet as roses. From any point of view, they are all first-class beauties. But the premise of this sentence is to ignore those pale red eyes.

He reached out and stroked his eyes, and said to himself, "Why did it turn red again?"

He remembered that before he came to Yueguo, his eyes were pale red.

But now, it's like this. Does it mean that something is going to happen?

At the moment, Kyushu Inn.

Baili Ao sat on the stool and looked at the picture in the mirror with a playful expression. He pursed his lips and said, "You said that this white tiger, is it going to wake up soon?"

"Perhaps." Shen Yan nodded matter-of-factly.

Bai Liao took a sip of the tea in the cup, and his fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

Among the people who can't guess, naturally includes his right protector Shen Yan.

But it didn't take long for him to know what he was thinking. Because, Bai Liao said his thoughts, only to listen to him purse his lips and say:

"The red eyes appeared, and the heart was different. The killing machine is now, the world is in calamity, Jiang Huan, Jiang Huan, don't let me down. ”

Sycamore House.

Jiang Huan just looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, then put the mask back on his face, turned around and went back to rest.

Because of those bloody eyes, Jiang Huan did not sleep until dawn like the sun, he got up from the collapse when he was a child, and then read a book all night.

So when Ziyu came to Jiang Huan's side to report the next day, he saw the scene of his son-in-law falling asleep on the desk without any doubt.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said to himself, "Childe, this is, stayed up late?" Ziyu said that, quietly walked to the collapse, ready to find a piece of clothing to cover him.

But before he could cover it, Jiang Huan woke up.

Jiang Huan glanced at Ziyu, who was standing awkwardly with his clothes, and laughed. "Are you going to stand there for the day with my clothes?"

Ziyu shook his head reflexively when he heard it: "No."

"Why don't you bring it?" Jiang Huan said.

"Okay." Ziyu said and put his clothes on Jiang Huan's body.

"Thank you." Jiang Huan leaned the dress against himself and whispered, "Thank you."

Ziyu shook his head when he heard this, and then put on a natural look, "This is what subordinates should do, and there is no need for Childe to thank me." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Huan knew Ziyu's temper, so he didn't say anything, but quickly changed the topic: "Has Mu Ling left the palace?"

When Ziyu heard what Jiang Huan said, he nodded and said, "It's out."

"Got it." Jiang Huan said, got up from the chair, patted Ziyu on the shoulder, and said:

"Clean up, and then call Shangzhuan Yang to watch Wuju together."

Ziyu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and when he reacted to what Jiang Huan said, a trace of joy crossed his face, "Yes." ”

Ziyu is a martial arts student, and he doesn't have much interest in those literary poems and songs. The last time I accompanied Jiang Huan to see that Wenju, he couldn't open his sleepy eyelids. If Jiang Huan hadn't been there, he would have slept on the ground in front of the other ministers.

Jiang Huan couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at Ziyu walking away in a hurry.

"This frizzy temperament, I don't know when I can change it."

Although he was complaining, Jiang Huan did say it with a smile. Nowadays, there are really very few people like Ziyu. If he really changed him, he wouldn't be used to it.

Just as Jiang Huan sighed, Ziyu walked in with the two of them.

"Childe, someone is here."

Ziyu said, both of them asked for peace like Jiang Huan.

"Hmm." Jiang Huan nodded, glanced at the remnant sun, and said:

"Let's go."

Wuju is different from Wenju in that one of them is held in the temple, and the other is in the martial arts arena.

Jiang Huan is a civil official, and it stands to reason that he can't go to the martial arts arena. But Ling Chen was afraid that he would panic in Wutong's residence, so he allowed Jiang Huan to walk around the palace. Therefore, he naturally knows where the location of the martial arts arena is. It only took him a moment to find it.

Maybe it was because Jiang Huan came too early, there were not many people in the martial arts arena, only a few people dressed as soldiers were there for one-on-one practice.

Ziyu was itchy by these soldiers who practiced martial arts, and reflexively wanted to go up and have a fight with them, but Jiang Huan's face did not dare to act without permission.

So, he touched Remnant Yang's elbow and whispered, "Remnant Yang." ”

"Something?" Seeing Ziyu like this, Remnant Yang asked with a puzzled expression.

"I... I want to go up and have a fight with them. Ziyu said.

"Then go, I didn't stop you." After hearing this, Remnant Yang replied nonchalantly.

"But... I don't know how to tell Childe. ”

(End of chapter)