The doors and windows of the Peach Blossom Smile Tavern were opened, and the cool breeze blowing in from outside swept the strong smell of wine, Feng Yuanzhi threw the wine bowl in her hand on the table, and stared at the storyteller fixedly.

Mr. Storyteller actually didn't know how old he was, after all, before he came to this tavern to be Mr. Storyteller, he was just a talented teacher, teaching in a private school almost every day, and almost everything he knew about the outside world was hearsay. I heard that the current king and the eldest princess were born in the same year, and it was rumored that the eldest princess was the sister of the current king, and I thought that for the girl who asked the question, I would give a perfunctory answer at will, and raised my eyes, and when I looked at Feng Yuanzhi, I found that she had been staring at herself closely.

Mr. Storyteller was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "About the same age as the eldest princess." ”

When Feng Yuanzhi heard this, a trace of surprise crossed her eyes, she had been with Gao Zhengce for three years, and she had never said that he had a son, and only Gao Wan'er was his child in the palace, when did she come out with a son who was about the same age as her daughter?

Feng Yuanzhi took a big sip of the wine bowl and wiped her mouth, thinking that the current king of Beiyue is Wan'er's younger brother, Wan'er is the eldest princess of Beiyue today, and she is also the princess of Pengcheng, she is doing well, and she is also happy.

As for when Gao Zhengce had an extra son, Feng Yuanzhi was not very interested, but felt that since she came here, she had been listening to this storyteller's nonsense.

What Qingqiu Emperor proposed to An Zhan Shenjun, An Zhan Shenjun had a marriage contract with Hengqing Fairy, and the Wanqing priest was killed by the thunder, it was all nonsense in her eyes, and she wondered if what he said later was also made up by him.

Feng Yuanzhi didn't bother to listen any more, threw the silver on the table and left the Peach Blossom Laughing Tavern.

In this tavern, the most valuable information in her heart was An Zhan's presence in Qin Yuan Kingdom.

She's going to find him.

Qin Yuanguo, Xiangcheng, Anfu.

In the courtyard, Cheng Yuan was teaching An Zhan martial arts.

When An Zhan was practicing martial arts, he tilted his head sideways, stared at Cheng Yuan's face, and then his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Master, have you married a wife?"

Cheng Yuan's expression turned grim when he heard this, and he frowned and asked, "Why are you asking this?" ”

An Zhan's eyebrows were crooked, and he grinned: "Master, if you haven't married a wife yet, I'll ask my father to put a marriage notice on you in the streets and alleys of Tangcheng." ”

Cheng Yuan's eyebrows frowned slightly, he came here to teach him martial arts, but he came secretly, no one in the Fengwu Bureau has not found out, except for the people in this Anfu, no one in Qin Yuanguo knows that he came here, and it is a fact that he has not married a wife so far, but if he is posted on the street to seek marriage, he is a great grandmaster of Qinyuanguo, not only can he not hold his face, but the other four grandmasters may also have opinions.

I thought that they would blame him, why didn't he introduce them to such a lucrative job of one hundred and fifty taels of silver a day?

An Zhan carefully observed Cheng Yuan's solemn expression, heavy doubts flashed in his eyes, and he thought: Could he really not have married a wife yet? But he's all running around!

Cheng Yuan's original solemn expression gradually turned expressionless, swept An Zhan's face without being salty, and lied as usual: "I have a family." ”

"Flutter!"

An Zhan hooked his lips and said in his heart: Want to lie to me?

After the morning martial arts learning time passed, Cheng Yuan finished eating and returned to his room to rest. An Zhan walked to the outside of An Yuanwai's room, glanced at the gold and silver money through the window, and ran out of Anfu, wanting to spend a high price to invite the most famous painter in the city to come to Anfu.

An Zhan didn't say who he wanted the painter to paint, but only said a price, and the painter felt that it was an opportunity to make a lot of money, so he followed An Zhan into Anfu. It wasn't until the two of them walked into An Mansion that An Zhan said: "This afternoon, when my master taught me to practice martial arts, you grabbed one of the best looks to draw them." ”

The painter frowned and said, "But Young Master An, he doesn't have a fixed posture, which is a little difficult to draw!" ”

An Zhan pushed him and said, "Can't you remember his most handsome appearance, form a portrait in your mind, and then draw the portrait in your mind on paper?" ”

The painter froze slightly, "I can't do it!" ”

An Zhan thought to himself whether this would be the reason why the money was not in place, so he asked the family to carry a box of silver to the painter, and then opened it in front of the painter, and a box full of white flowers of silver came into the artist's eyes.

But that whole box of white flowers and silver is indeed his chance to get rich, the painter is ruthless, anyway, it's good to draw it, I still have the money to collect it if the painting is good, yes!

When the painter was about to answer him, An Zhan said: "My master is one of the five great masters of Qin Yuanguo, Cheng Yuan, very famous, you should have heard of it, right?" He has always been very famous, maybe you have seen him many times and have a certain impression of his appearance, and it should not be particularly difficult to draw. ”

The painter gasped, his eyes widened, his jaw dropped in shock, and he exclaimed, "Your master is ............. Cheng Yuan? ”

An Zhan looked at his changing expression, a trace of surprise crossed his jade-like eyes, and asked, "It's Cheng Yuan, what's wrong?" ”

The painter's heart was shocked, he didn't want a penny, and ran away.

An Zhan chased out, so he chased and shouted loudly: "What are you running?" Come back! ”

After Feng Yuanzhi left the Peach Blossom Smile Inn in Beiyue, she used her spiritual power to fly to Qin Yuanguo, walking on the lively streets of Tangcheng, and couldn't help but think of Sanli Street in Nanyue Kyoto.

Feng Yuanzhi smiled slightly, "Qin Yuancheng is lively, a little more lively than Nanyue Kyoto Sanli Street. ”

"What are you running? Give me back! ”

"Young Master An, I really can't do this job, you better go find someone else!"

Feng Yuanzhi heard the voices of an adult and a child behind her, turned around and saw a little boy chasing a man, and the little boy shouted loudly while chasing: "I know you can, you come back to me, and I will add another three hundred taels of silver to you!" ”

Feng Yuanzhi looked at the little boy's face and couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

It's a bit like An Zhan!

The painter panted as he ran, and said, "Young Master An Zhan, I don't dare to paint if you give me another three hundred taels of gold!" He is one of the five great grandmasters of Qin Yuanguo, and he is also the head of the five great grandmasters! If I dare to draw him, even a hundred heads will not be enough! ”

Feng Yuanzhi smiled slightly: It's really An Zhan!

An Zhan chased after him, Feng Yuanzhi suddenly fell from the sky and stopped him, An Zhan only cared about chasing the painter, and didn't notice that a person suddenly appeared in front of him, and when he rushed up, he crashed himself into Feng Yuanzhi's arms.

An Zhan thought to himself, who is this? I'm not going to say I've hurt her, have I?

An Zhan's eyes rolled, and he suddenly took a few steps back, deliberately falling to the ground.

"Oops!"

An Zhan fell to the ground, frowned tightly, looked up at Feng Yuanzhi and said, "Girl, who are you?" Don't you see I'm chasing someone? Why did you suddenly run out to stop me, and it hurt me to death! ”

Feng Yuanzhi was about to reach out and pull him up, when a young hand was placed on An Zhan's shoulder first.

"Are you alright?" Nine-year-old Zetian looked at him and asked worriedly.

An Zhan looked at his shoulder, saw that there was a hand on his shoulder, raised his head again, looked at Zetian's face, and asked, "Are you Zetian?" ”

An Zhan remembered that every time he used to go to the private school to watch children who were about the same age as him in class, Zetian always performed the best, and was often praised by Mr. Teaching, so An Zhan was quite impressed with him.

Zetian nodded, smiled slightly, and replied, "Yes, I am Zetian." ”

Feng Yuanzhi looked at the nine-year-old boy holding the book, and couldn't help but recall the back of him jumping off the altar when he was in the Heavenly Palace.

Give her a completely different feeling.

After Zetian finished speaking, he reached out to grab An Zhan's hand, wanting to pull him up, An Zhan also stretched out his hand, and when he was caught by Zetian, he suddenly remembered that Ze Hanniu came to Anfu with a knife to kill someone, and quickly dodged his hand, and said coldly: "Your father once came with a knife to cut my father, who knows if you brought a knife to cut me, I don't need you to help me." ”

Zetian frowned, aggrieved in his heart, and said, "I didn't bring a knife, I only had a book in my hand." ”

Seeing that An Zhan still ignored him, Zetian was in tears, wiped the tears on his face, and ran away.

Feng Yuanzhi looked at Zetian's back running away, retracted her gaze, squatted down, stretched out her hand in front of An Zhan, and said, "Come, I'll help you." ”

An Zhan looked at Feng Yuanzhi's beautiful face and said, "What a beautiful girl, but my father said that the more beautiful the girl, the more she will deceive people, who knows that if you hold on to it, you will throw me aside, I don't need your help." ”

"The more beautiful the girl, the more deceitful she is?" Feng Yuanzhi raised her eyebrows and said.

Is it true that the more beautiful a girl is, the more she can deceive?

No way?!

An Zhan's eyes were rippling, and he said: "My mother is very beautiful, and she is recognized as the most beautiful girl in the city. ”

After An Zhan finished speaking, he stood up, patted his dusty clothes, took a step and chased forward, Feng Yuanzhi hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

An Zhan looked up at Feng Yuanzhi's eyes and said, "Of course, it's chasing the painter who ran away." ”

Feng Yuanzhi asked puzzledly, "What does the painter do?" ”

An Zhan replied: "Chasing the painter, of course, I want the painter to paint for me." ”

Feng Yuanzhi's dark eyes lit up: painting is not easy!

Feng Yuanzhi asked, "Why didn't he paint for you?" ”

An Zhan replied seriously: "Because I asked him to draw my master, but he said that my master was one of the five great masters of Qin Yuan, and he didn't dare to draw him secretly, so he ran away." ”

Feng Yuanzhi smiled and said: "I am also a painter, he ran away, I will paint it for you." ”

An Zhan raised his eyebrows, "You? ”

Feng Yuanzhi thought to herself that An Zhan, who was only nine years old, must not know who the most skilled painter in Nanyue was, but it was better to say that he was the best painter in Nanyue, so that he would take himself home. She nodded, pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't underestimate me, I am the most skilled painter in Nanyue Kingdom." ”

An Zhan pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, then you." ”

An Zhan secretly took Feng Yuanzhi into Anfu, walked to a room, opened the window and looked at the courtyard in front of him, then raised his eyes to look at Feng Yuanzhi's eyes, and said, "My master will teach me martial arts here this afternoon, and you can find one of his most heroic appearances to paint at that time." ”

Feng Yuanzhi thought for a moment and said, "It's naturally no problem to paint, but I'm curious what you're painting him for?" ”

An Zhan said: "Post him a marriage notice." ”

"Huh?" Feng Yuanzhi chuckled.

At the beginning of the afternoon martial arts practice, Cheng Yuan taught An Zhan martial arts hand in hand, Feng Yuanzhi hid in the room, feeling bored, so he flew up to the roof and lay on the roof to look down.

It's not easy to draw his most heroic appearance?

Feng Yuanzhi waved her hand, and when a blue light disappeared, a blank piece of paper appeared in her hand, Feng Yuanzhi looked at Cheng Yuan's appearance, condensed it into a portrait in her mind with her divine sense, and then output it to the white paper.

It was a cloudy day, and the breeze on the roof was very pleasant, and after Feng Yuanzhi finished the portrait, she lay on it and closed her eyes, and fell asleep unconsciously.

After An Zhan finished an afternoon of practice, he ran to the house to look for Feng Yuanzhi, but he didn't see Feng Yuanzhi's figure.

An Zhan looked around and said, "Painter, where are you?" ”