Zhao Ping said: "Do you think that Fang Xian is deliberately seeking defeat?"

Fang Xian's reaction was too calm, and his withdrawal was too simple, without a trace of unwillingness.

That shows that from the beginning, he didn't think that he could take Mu Dian away from Huairentang.

So why did he strike again?

"It seems that the Fang Rong family is not having a good time now." Anti said.

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A white carrier pigeon flew in the drizzle of Jiankang City's silk, swept through the wind and rain, and flew into the famous ink alley in the south of the city.

Ink Lane is famous not only because it is different from other streets and alleys, and it is paved with ink stone. Moreover, because it lives in the two most powerful families in this imperial city for decades - the Xiangfu Rong family, and the Guogong Mansion Fang family.

After flying about a long distance, the carrier pigeon stopped on the high vermilion wall, turned its head and combed its slightly wet feathers with its hard red beak.

Within the high wall, the vermilion tile is heavy, the corridor is roundabout, the carved beams and paintings are unfolded through the ages, looking at it, I don't know how deep it is.

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew towards the depths of the bustling compound.

In May, the new lotus in the pond grows into a green pond with a clear green green color.

Rong Yi wore a thin crimson robe, his hair was covered with a simple white hosta, his skin was white, he looked like a Zhilan jade tree, and he had a leisurely wind in the mountains and forests, holding a rose-red carved lacquer bowl in one hand, and leisurely leaning on the railing by the flower pond to feed the fish.

His complexion was indifferent, but he couldn't see a trace of the depression that he should have when he was forced to relax.

"Childe, Ah Xian has a letter from Chuzhou."

Holding the bamboo tube that had just been removed from the pigeon's leg, Hong Bo stood still behind Rong Yi, because he was walking in a hurry on the road, and his breath was still a little unstable.

"What did you say?"

Rong Yi casually twisted the fish food and sprinkled it in the flower pond, the pond water floated a layer of ripples, and the red, red, yellow and yellow koi fish shuttled under the lotus leaves to feed, so lively.

His expression suddenly became a little lonely.

With Rong Yi's permission, Hong Bo opened the bamboo tube sealed with wax, and in addition to the fire paint on the letterhead seal, it was unfolded in the wind. His eyes swept over the paper, and he said:

Ah Xian said that he found Mu Si's traces in Huairentang and led his troops to arrest him, but he was seriously injured by Liangqing.

Also, Mu Si has a deep affection for Chang Qianfo, and was encouraged by him to turn against Chang Qianfo. At present, it seems that he did not participate in the Chuzhou people's uprising, not only did he have no fault, but he had merit. ”

More than half of the content of the letter was already known to Rong Yi. The reason why I have to pass it on again is to show it to those who have a heart.

The letter is still the same letter, but I don't know how many times the fire paint and sealing wax have been scraped off and applied.

In the royal family and Ning Yu's prime minister's mansion, there are a large number of idlers who specialize in pondering these doorways.

"You look at these fish, how comfortable you are. They want all their lives, but they eat in one bite. If you ask less, your heart will be relaxed and at ease. ”

Rong Yi looked at the colorful carp wagging his tail at his feet and said lightly.

"It's not comfortable either." Hong Bo said: "I have been trapped in a narrow flower pond all my life, and I don't know the rivers, so I am very pitiful."

Rong Yi smiled faintly, turned around, raised his hand slightly, and a little boy in Tsing Yi standing under the moon gate ran over to take the food bowl and took it to clean.

"Humber is still so relieved."

He said with a light smile, taking the scroll from Humber's hand and reading it.

Fang Xian was much more careful than before, a letter that was not short, there was no handle to grasp, and the words and sentences were scrutinized, and it took a lot of thought.

"It's hard for him, he was stabbed by Liangqing, I'm afraid I'll have to recuperate for a while."

"Ah Xian has grown up, not the child he used to be." Hung Bo sighed.

Rong Yi still smiled.

What's so good about growing up? He only said it in his heart.

Fang Xian's aunt Fang Huiyi married his cousin Rong Hui, and his two aunts married Fang Xian's uncle and uncle respectively.

But he is not a few years older than Fang Xian, playing in a small place, Fang Xian treats him as a brother, "Ah Yi" and "Ah Yi" screams, and never treats him as an elder.

He used to be like that, too.

It's just that later, he took on the burden of the two families, and no matter what he did, he considered it from the aspect of a big family, and slowly, naturally, he regarded Fang Xian as the "Yi Shinuo" you are watching now Chapter 235 Looking at the years from afar, there is only half a chapter, if you want to see the full version, please search Baidu:() Search again after entering: Yi Shinuo