"Ward off evil spirits?"

When Baili Heze floated away, the guards guarding the city looked back at the vivid little piglet on his pants.

He felt that today was really mysterious, before the decisive regent suddenly became interested in tying profane pants on the beacon tower at the city gate, and then there was a transcendent national teacher who praised the regent for the effect of his intimate clothes to ward off evil spirits.

"Blessed by the ancestors and ancestors, the kid is fortunate to see the east and the two isolated in the air today, fortunately even ah, I feel deeply honored!" The guards of the city folded their hands and faced the rising sun, tears of excitement.

Under the city gate, King Chen, that is, Mo Zichen, raised his eyes impressively, staring at the obscene pants waving in the wind on the beacon tower like a ghost, shocked.

"There is such a wonderful person in this world who dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head?"

Ji Mo Zichen really didn't believe that Jun Mo Ran would hang his profane pants on the beacon tower, so he was very curious about whether it was very sacred, so he spared his life and dared to offend the perverted regent of Donglin.

Phew-

Ji Mo Zichen held a longbow in his hand, and simply shot down Jun Mo's profane pants that were hung on the beacon tower to show the public.

Sneeze –

Feng Wuwu sneezed several times in a row, and his eyelids jumped suddenly.

For some reason, she always felt that she was going to be out of luck today.

"Could it be that the small blood vessels are chasing after you?"

Feng Wuwu was shocked, paused slightly, and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

Smack-

At the moment when she turned around, Jun Mo's obscene pants actually used the power of the strong wind to smash into her face.

"Hey! Say you, quickly hand the profane trousers to this king. ”

Jimo Zichen sat upright on the horse's back and stretched out his hand to Feng Wuwu.

Feng Wuwu's long and narrow eyes swept over the longbow in Jimo Zichen's hand, and anger suddenly appeared in his heart, "People bend their bows to shoot eagles, and the atmosphere is majestic and piercing." Look at yourself, what kind of are you shooting? Dong Shi imitates the wind, and it is foolish. ”

"Hah! You're dead, you dare to call Ah Ran's underwear some kind of! ”

Ji Mo Zichen leaned over suddenly, and with one hand removed the obscene pants wrapped around Feng Wuwu's hair and jade crown.

Feng Wuwu realized that Jimo Zichen had a lot of relationship with Jun Moran, and he didn't want to have too much entanglement with him, so he bluntly patted the horse's belly, which made Jimo Zichen's sweaty and bloody BMW run in fright, and jumped out dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, why are you plotting against this king? Do you dare to tell this king who your name is! That is, Mo Zichen tightened the reins in his hand, and the time to turn around had already jumped out a hundred meters away.

"I'm not stupid, why tell you?"

Feng Wuwu looked at Jimo Zichen with a smile and a smile, and immediately carried the antiques from the regent palace, and swaggered into the largest pawnshop in Kyoto in the east.

"Shopkeeper, will you accept the best Huangtian jade?"

Feng Wuwu went straight around the carved screen at the entrance of the pawnshop, and pushed the jade antique in his sleeve to the shopkeeper with a "click".

The pawnshop shopkeeper squinted his eyes, carefully looked at the Huangtian jade brought by Feng Wuwu, and his face was happy, "Accept!" One price, two hundred lines of silver. ”

Feng Wuwu naturally knew that this jade must be more than two hundred lines of silver, but she didn't want to worry about the pawnshop shopkeeper.

After all, these antiques are not hers.

"Then look at it, how much is this jade treasure box worth?"

Feng Wuwu took out another treasure from his bosom and asked the pawnshop shopkeeper unhurriedly.

However, before the pawnshop shopkeeper took over, the Bazhen box in Feng Wuwu's hand was intercepted by Jimo Yinren, who was next to her.

"Where did it come from?"

Jimo Yinren asked Feng Wuwu in a deep voice, his face dark.

Feng Wuwu slandered in his heart, Jimo Yinren looks similar to Jimo Zichen, and he must also be a member of the royal family.

However, she didn't think that the half-grown boy in front of her could threaten her, so she blinked and replied casually, "A friend gave it to her." ”

"Friends? As far as I know, the regent doesn't like to make friends, let alone give gifts, how could he give you such a valuable box of eight treasures? Jimo Yinren shook his head, not believing Feng Wuwu's words.

"You'll have to ask him. I'm not him, so how do you know why he cares for me alone? ”

"You mean, the Lord Regent cares about you?"

Jimo Yinren exclaimed in disbelief, he rubbed his eyes repeatedly, but he still couldn't see anything outstanding about Feng Wuwu, which could make Jun Mo Ran look at him differently.