Chu Xuan only felt that half of his body was about to be numb.

Seeing the two wake up, I heard He Jiao laughing, her voice was ethereal, like the cry of a lark, "The little girl didn't know that her piano sound was so hypnotic. ”

Ling Mei pinched her eyebrows sleepily, "It's probably because I've been too tired lately, so I'll be here today." ”

Tinghe hugged the piano and bowed slightly, "Congratulations to the son." ”

Ling Mei followed Chu Xuan out of this land of smoke and willows.

The carriage swayed, and it roamed forward.

Chu Xuan summoned the secret guard, "Monitor the Youquan Pavilion Tian and listen to the lotus." ”

Dark Guard: "Yes." ”

The cool breeze blew away the catkins on the side of the street, and slowly came, and the market closed one after another, and the only remaining wind chimes rang slowly.

Chu Xuan slightly helped the crooked hairpin on her hair, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, like a noble son in a scroll, like a noble son, "When did you realize that something was wrong with this Youquan Pavilion?" ”

Ling Mei tilted his head to facilitate him to straighten the hairpin, "It's just a rumor in the market, the last time I went to the stall to pick up snacks, I heard the people sitting there ridiculing, saying that the beauty of the capital is picturesque, and the cavalry leaders of the Huns are hooked, so I listened carefully, only to know that when the cavalry commanders of the Huns followed the envoys to Chu, they were addicted to fireworks and willow lanes. The woman in the building has met him the most. ”

This Youquan Pavilion, if it is an intelligence transfer station, a foreigner who does not know a few big characters will definitely not be able to build it.

The people behind the scenes played a big game of chess, not only the Chu State had to be folded inside, but in this game of chess, there were also Huns buried.

Chu Xuan looked at Ling Mei, and there was a deep and lingering shadow in his eyes, "You want to borrow a knife to kill someone?" ”

Ling Mei shook her head, leaning against the wall of the carriage, her side face cold as ice, "I'm betting." ”

The talisman that Listening to He took away was fake.

The real talisman has another thing, and the two can be combined into one to verify its authenticity.

This one talisman is the same in appearance, but it cannot be fully coupled with the other.

Even the emperor did not know the secret of the military talisman, and only the generals who had guarded the border knew about it.

Once this talisman is handed over to Wu Yangchu, Wu Yangchu will understand that the people behind him not only want the emperor's head, but also want the border army to die, the city of Chu to be broken, and the people to be displaced.

Strictly counting, in the first six years of Wuyang, hundreds of letters were written, all of which were related to the people's livelihood border, and they never sought a meal for themselves.

She is gambling that Wu Yangchu will not let the people live in dire straits.

As the sun set, the two went to a restaurant in the downtown area, and on the way, there were hawkers shouting one after another, and pedestrians humming old tunes.

The food in the restaurant is very rich, and the eight major cuisines are available, but Chu Xuan ordered a lot.

There are many mysteries between Xiao Heng and Chu Xuan, such as raising her as a pig.

Ling Mei put down her chopsticks, put her plain white fingers on the edge of the table, and her face was calm, "I'm done." ”

The boudoir woman eats too little, and she eats too much if she doesn't pay attention to it.

Chu Xuan frowned, "Go out for a walk and eliminate food?" ”

Ling Mei lowered her head, her chin resting on the edge of the table, wilting, "It's uncomfortable." ”

Chu Xuan hurriedly stood up, slowly and methodically hugged the person horizontally, Ling Mei climbed his shoulder, and shook his toes leisurely.

Chu Xuan hugged Ling Mei and went to the nearby medical center.

The shop was frying herbs, freshly picked perilla and poria cocos were placed on the table, and the barefoot Lang twisted He Shou Wu and put it on paper.