"Girl, I haven't seen your martial arts before, can you tell me which sect you learned it in?"

Zhao Yunduo watched the old man walk to the stove room, and the inquiry voice of the man next to him sounded in his ears.

"Childe, this is not martial arts, this is just a self-defense technique taught to me by my master."

"Girl, then where is your master?"

"Then my master didn't say it, and he is no longer in this world now."

The two chatted while eating, since this boy saved her, and helped the old man recover the cost of the broken tables and chairs, her attitude towards him has also become better.

"Girl, but you're going to Kyoto City?"

Kyoto City? Where is it, forget it, just say it.

"Yes, Childe."

"That's really a coincidence, my son is also going to Kyoto, so it's better for the girl to be with me tomorrow."

He's going to Kyoto? Looking at the man in front of him, he looks like a ruffian, and he looks delicate, but what kind of sitting posture does this talk like a good person? At this time, the man next to him stepped on the stool with one leg and ate at the same time.

But just now when he was angry and begging for money for the old man, she could see that the man in front of her was not bad.

"Okay, it's okay to have more than one person on the road."

"Girl, your food."

The old man had already put the rice in front of Zhao Yunduo's table.

"Thanks, shop."

"Girl, are you okay behind the scenes?"

Seeing the old man asking her with concern, I thought that the old man still took what had just happened to heart.

Being reminded by this old man like this, I really feel some hot pain behind it.

"It's just a little painful, you have abrasion medicine in the store."

"Girl, yes, I'll ask her to give you medicine when my wife comes back."

"Thanks, shop."

"Girl, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid my old body would have fallen."

"You don't have to worry about the shop, it's just a bruise."

"How can you not worry, how can you not hurt when you have such a small body."

"Shopkeeper, I'm really fine, you go and clean up the broken tables and chairs in this place."

"Okay, I won't disturb you eating."

The old man smiled and went to clean up the broken tables and chairs on the ground.

"Girl, it's really different from ordinary women."

"What's the difference?"

Zhao Yunduo asked the handsome man with some curiosity.

"It's different."

Zhao Yunduo just smiled.

"By the way, Childe, we have been talking for so long and still don't know Childe's surname?"

"Girl, just call me Xiaoyi!"

"Xiaoyi?"

This name is obviously a pseudonym!

"My name is Yunduo, you can call me Yunduo."

Feng Junyi looked at the woman who was smiling brightly in front of him, and the heartstring in his heart was plucked a few times in those clear eyes, and he couldn't even feel it.

He called in a low voice, "Clouds." ”

"Hmm."

"Xiaoyi, I'm done eating."

"Shopkeeper, can you take me to my room first?"

"Xiaoyi, you eat slowly, I'll rest first."

Zhao Yunduo asked the shopkeeper not far away, turned his head and said to Xiao Yi next to him.

"The girl comes with me."

"Okay."

The old man walked out of the room as he spoke, and Zhao Yunduo followed.

The man who talked to Zhao Yunduo was dressed up by Feng Junyi.

Feng Junyi looked at Zhao Yunduo's back, he thought to himself that he had just heard Feng Qishan said by the scar man, as if the scar man knew her, was she really Zhao Mianmian, and he could only go to her room at night to find out if she was Zhao Mianmian.

The woman in the heavy building has a lotus flower engraved on her chest, and you can know whether she is Zhao Mianmian by looking at whether she has it on her chest.

But if it is, then who taught this body of kung fu, how can this temper and character make a person change so quickly, and no matter how much he changes, he can't change his life habits.

Zhao Mianmian is used to eating with her left hand, while she uses her right hand.

If it was really Zhao Mianmian, but he could only be sure that this body and soul were not Zhao Mianmian, he could only think so.

The old man took Zhao Yunduo to an empty room, and the furnishings inside were also very simple.

A bed, a square table, a few chairs are simple.

"Girl, you have a good rest in your room."

"I'll go down and clean up the tables and chairs."

"Okay, shop."

Zhao Yunduo nodded and watched the old man out of the room.

She was a little tired, walked a long way, got into a fight and got smashed in the back.

She stroked her back, it really hurt.

I closed the door, quickly took off my shoes and socks, and lay on the bed and closed my eyes to rest.

At this time, she was sleeping on her stomach, which was a bit funny.

In the camp tent of General Yi, the five people in the tent were chatting happily, and a soldier outside the camp tent reported that Miss Zhao had left the camp.

The five people in the tent were a little curious, did this Zhao girl have something to do with coming out of the camp tent at this time?

Gu Xingchen in the tent asked Gao Mengya to follow this Zhao girl first, why did he do it?

Gao Mengya walked out of the camp tent and walked towards the camp gate, asking the guards if they had seen Miss Zhao.

According to the direction of the guard's finger, he also walked into the forest, he searched the entire forest and did not see Miss Zhao's figure, and he was a little worried and hurriedly returned to the camp to report to the prince.

Gu Xingchen asked him to bring some people to look for it, but he still couldn't find anyone after searching every inch of the forest.

Gu Xingchen guessed that she should have secretly run away, because the hand ornament he had put on the table next to the bed in his tent was gone, so he thought she had taken it away.

Didn't you go back to the building before you completed the task? Or did she remember her way home?

Gu Xingchen was a little puzzled.

In the boudoir of the woman of the Chu Xiangfu in Kyoto City.

A young woman in a pale pink dress was sitting in front of a bronze mirror looking at her beautiful face.

Behind her, a young woman in a royal blue dress was removing her hair ornament and combing her long hair from the woman sitting in the bronze mirror.

"Yingge, is there any news in the army?"

The woman in front of the bronze mirror looked at her beauty in the mirror and was very confident, and she asked the woman behind her in a beautiful voice like a yellow bird.

"Miss, I heard that King Ping has defeated the Northern Regions and passed through Kyoto three days later."

The woman behind her looked at the face of the woman in front of the bronze mirror and said with a smile.

"Really?"

The woman in front of the bronze mirror happily turned around and pulled the woman behind her to ask.

"Miss, I see that you are pleased."

"Nothing."

I saw him bow his head a little shyly.

This woman is Chu Mengyu, the concubine of the prime minister of Chu Yuan Chu.

No one in Kyoto City knows who doesn't know her, Chu Mengyu, she is the only daughter of Prime Minister Chu, and she is the first beauty in Kyoto City.

Not only is the beauty of the person kind-hearted, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, outstanding literary talent, talented, and one of the best talented women in Kyoto City, and the embroidery is also a must, who doesn't like such a woman and who doesn't want to get it.

The threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion is about to be trampled on, and people will come to the door every day to propose marriage, but this Miss Chu can't be looked down on by anyone, but she just fell in love with the legendary fierce god King Evil Ping.

It's not that she hasn't seen King Ping, but once in a while, in the garden of Chu Xiang's mansion, she saw a handsome man talking and laughing with his father from a distance.

Later, when he inquired about his father, and learned that he was the fierce god of the people, he was a little angry with those who bit the root of their tongues, and said that this handsome man was a fierce god and evil spirit.

Since that time, she asked the maid around her to inquire in many ways, this square is not only handsome, but also the emperor's favorite son, but also a man with both civil and military skills.

Since then, the man she wants to marry in her heart has been the king.