As the largest sect in Xuanhua, Izumoguan has 3,000 disciples, but most of the disciples are only nominal disciples, and there are only three disciples who can really be received by the Guanzhu disciples. And the selection criteria are so strict, one looks at the bones, the other looks at the talent, and sometimes even the children of the royal family can't meet the standards, so the pink-clothed girl's attitude towards Ye Xiyue is so arrogant.

Senior brother Li Yechong took the first step and went to the inner room to inform the master, leaving Ye Xiyue to sit in the tearoom and wait.

A little boy stepped forward, made a cup of tea, and then respectfully withdrew, as if she were a distinguished guest who had come in with a prayer post. She picked up the porcelain cup on the table and was about to drink a little to moisten her lips, but suddenly heard a voice dissatisfied: "Why are you still here?" ”

So she turned her head, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said to the pink-clothed girl standing behind the bamboo curtain, "What's wrong?" ”

The pink-clothed girl was the only female disciple among the three personal disciples, Shen Qiong, who was born in the Shen clan of the four major families in the capital.

"I've asked someone to inquire, you're from a small town outside Xuanhua City," the pink-clothed girl said, and then her voice suddenly raised, full of cynicism, "A mountain village girl, what are you doing here to find Senior Brother Xie?" ”

Ye Xiyue ignored her, but gently shook the teacup in her hand, the porcelain produced in the firewood kiln, with the silver needle tea in the color of blue soup, the expensive price could not be afforded by any poor people.

In other words: rich!

Shen Qiong also noticed that she was delaying drinking the tea in her hand, so she said sarcastically in a different way: "Don't talk about the tea in your hand, this grass and trees, the entire Izumo Temple was built with royal funding." It's not something you deserve! ”

Ye Xiyue smiled lightly, shook her head and said, "Miss Shen misunderstood?" ”

Shen Qiong was slightly shocked in her heart, but still said with a cold face: "What else is there to misunderstand?" Didn't you come to find your brother? ”

In addition to Li Yechong, Senior Brother Xie is the master's most optimistic disciple, born in the Xie family of the four great families, with the reputation of "Zhilan Yushu", and his appearance is also extremely extraordinary, like an immortal. Although there are many admirers, both men and women are killed, but as long as they are swept by those cold eyes, except for those big shots, basically no one dares to look at him. As the saying goes, the more things must be opposed, the more Xie Lang is indifferent to those admirers, the higher his popularity in the capital. Every other month, someone would come to Izumoguan pretending to be messengers from the four great families, and even more would buy a doorman to deliver the written love poems and flowers to Xie Lang's room, and he was severely scolded by the steward for three days.

It is precisely because of this that Shen Qiong thinks that this is another guy who is not afraid of death, and he shamelessly comes to the door to entangle.

"I'm here to collect debts," Ye Xiyue put the teacup back on the table and said slowly, "Forty taels of money, fifty taels of white money, fifty taels of old dead wood, twenty catties of Caizhi, and fifty catties of blue winter wood......

"Coupled with the manual fees for collecting, grinding, boiling, and making pills in seven years, the total is eight hundred taels of silver." Ye Xiyue had already restrained her smile when she said this, and she looked very serious and serious, but Shen Qiong's face became slightly stiff, as if she had thought of something.

"Miss Shen also said that every grass and tree in Izumo Temple was built by order of the royal family, can't you even afford this little money?"

Shen Qiong's little face was slightly red due to embarrassment: "You ......" She can't refute, and she really can't refute it, because it is true.

Ordinary disciples of Izumo may not know that seven years ago, Xie Lang went out on a tour with the master of the temple and accidentally had a serious illness. The Lord of Izumo didn't know what method to use, so he invited a master to secretly enter Beijing and stabilized Xie Lang's condition. For the next seven years, the master sent medicine to Izumokan. Seven years ago, Shen Qiong was just an ignorant little girl, and she only found out after secretly listening to the conversation between the senior brother and the master outside the door.

"Miss Ye," Senior Brother came in from outside the door, his voice slightly apologetic, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother is not in the Taoist Temple today. ”

"It doesn't matter." Ye Xiyue said indifferently. She didn't care too much if she could see this famous Xie son in the capital, as long as she got the silver. As the saying goes, it is difficult to move an inch without money, and a penny is difficult for travelers, and she still owes Shen Nanshan eighty taels of silver.

After half a pot of tea.

Shen Nanshan was lying on the roof of the car, smiling and reaching out to grab it in the air, a heavy money bag fell into his palm, so he smiled even brighter, and one rolled over and fell to the front of the carriage, and his voice lazily floated to Ye Xiyue's ears: "Guest officer, where are we going next?" ”

Ye Xiyue got into the carriage and considered whether to add money to Shen Nanshan, but seeing that he was so happy to count the money, she still suppressed this idea without hesitation.

"I want to see someone," Ye Xiyue said, "and then, I want to leave here and go around the world." ”

Shen Nanshan immediately asked, "Who do you want to meet?" But now he didn't know how much trouble this reflexive question would bring him in the future, so that after the two of them went through a lot of tribulations, one day he suddenly remembered the scene of this day, and only gently sighed "The world is impermanent".

If there is a question, there must be an answer, not to mention that they are already friends, multiple friends and multiple paths.

So Ye Xiyue thought for a while and said in the howling north wind.

Shen Nanshan's eyes widened and widened.

Because Ye Xiyue is not talking about a complete name, but a surname.

"White".

White snowflakes swirled and fell, and in the vast white snowfield, the girl in white clothes and white umbrellas whispered this surname.

Shen Nanshan felt that he had experienced two shocks in one day, and it was a miracle that his heart was still throbbing in his hot chest according to normal rules instead of jumping out.

This brings us back to the original story.

The founding emperor of Nanling Kingdom was surnamed Bai, and his children and grandchildren naturally also had the surname Bai. The current empress is the sister of the first two emperors, and the emperor before these two emperors was her father, Emperor Chongming. Today's royal children, in addition to the empress and her only daughter Princess Jinghua Bai Jing, the empress's own uncle Zhaolie Marquis who survived the palace coup, only a large group of concubines of Emperor Chongming and their children remain.

So who is the royal child surnamed Bai that Ye Xiyue is looking for?

Maybe it's because the identity of the person Ye Xiyue is looking for is too special in the capital, so that when the two of them were sitting opposite each other eating noodles in the lobby of the inn, Shen Nanshan was still searching in his brain and filtering the list of names over and over again.

"Is it male or female?"

"Female." Ye Xiyue picked up a chopstick pickle, mixed it into the noodles, and by the way, motioned to Shen Nanshan to hand over the soy sauce bottle.

At this time they were sitting in an inn.

In the front hall, there are people boiling steaming noodles in a large pot of boiling water, and they can be eaten as you like. The door of the inn was open, but the steaming heat and fragrance spewed out of the open door of the inn, blocking some of the cold, so the guests did not feel cold in the inn, and ate and chatted casually.

"Any other characteristics?" After Shen Nanshan handed her the bottle, he continued to ask.

Ye Xiyue thought about it, she and her master had seen a lot of dignitaries and nobles on the mountain, of course, all of them were bombarded back by the master's cold words and cold tea, but this one tirelessly went up the mountain every year, would touch her head to bring her a lot of interesting gadgets, would hold her on her lap and tell interesting stories about the mountain, and would come to celebrate on her birthday. Of course, every time she came, she didn't carry a lot of retinues with her, at most two maids who were responsible for bringing gifts.

Su Lanyi didn't mind and disgusted her visit, but showed her generosity and allowed her to spend the night in a small bamboo hut. After a long time, she also knew that this good-looking and gentle eldest sister was surnamed Bai, and her family lived in Xuanhua City, and she was estimated to be twenty-five years old this year.

"Twenty-five, surnamed Bai, female ......" The more Shen Nanshan thought about it, the closer he got to a bold conjecture in his heart.

"Any clues?" Ye Xiyue quickly ate half of the noodles in the bowl, not how delicious the noodles in this inn were, but that she had been busy for an afternoon, and the sweet potatoes she ate in the morning had already been digested, and she didn't eat a piece of dim sum on the table in Izumokan, and now her stomach was empty, and when she heard that the store said that there were ready-made Yangchun noodles, she bought two large bowls on the spot.

"Wait, let me think about it again." Shen Nanshan said with a serious face.

"Then there is only one person," he said, looking down and taking a bite of noodles, and said vaguely, "only the woman of the empress's house remains." ”

The woman from the Empress's family? What other woman is there in the Empress's family?

If it weren't for the fact that his voice was very low, and most of the people around him who were eating noodles were ordinary people, any person could give him a charge of "insulting the princess", and then Shen Nanshan would be able to die alone on death row in Nanling.

But Shen Nanshan was not afraid.

Because the empress has always liked young people with youthful spirit. What's more, he is still a talented young man with a lot of money.

The two of them buried their heads in the gap between eating noodles, and the sturdy man in the green jacket who was sitting behind him and sucking on the noodles stood up, slapped the silver ticket on the table very boldly, and shouted: "Shop! Checkout! ”

Xiao Er, who had a white towel on his shoulder, hurried over, and was not surprised by the behavior of the man who left the silver ticket and left, while cleaning up the dishes and dishes on the table, he complained: "Why are you in a hurry to leave before you have eaten two bites, and now the shopkeeper is going to scold those Jianghu knights who don't cherish food!" ”

The sturdy man left the shop and headed straight east.

It was a gathering place for the aristocracy, and every inch of land was valuable, and the more the owner lived in the center, the higher the status.

Naturally, he is not a nobleman, and he can't afford to live in a house here.

He was only one of the lowest subordinates of the owner of the house, and he made a salary about the same as that of his colleagues in the market. The more precious the information, the more money you make.

The steward in charge of these people sent him away with a bag of silver taels, and then came to the prince's study to report in person.

The prince is the same age as Princess Jinghua this year, although they are cousins and sisters, but if the prince's biological father is still there, the person who stands in the position of the prince in the court will not be Princess Jinghua.

In the past, after the empress led her troops to force the palace successfully, she did not embarrass the few surviving descendants of the first emperor, and also gave the prince the title and mansion. And the title of this prince, coincidentally or not, is a "shun" word.

Straight? Do you want the first emperor to submit to obedience forever? Or is life going smoothly? In the eyes of the discerning person, it is undoubtedly the former.

After Prince Shun ascended the throne as the empress, he did keep to himself and made friends with Princess Jinghua, and not long ago he asked Princess Shun to hold a flower appreciation banquet at home, and sent a lot of peony flowers to Princess Jinghua.

"You said that guy Shen Nanshan was talking about Princess Jinghua with a woman in white?" Prince Shun sat on a chair made of white tiger skin mattresses, enjoying the massage of the concubine's ten fingers, which was very comfortable.

"Yes. The woman's appearance is six or seven points similar to Her Majesty the Empress and Princess Jinghua. ”

Prince Shun seemed to think of something unpleasant, and waved his hand to let the steward retreat.

The concubines in charge of the massage are the three most beautiful flowers in his backyard, and even Princess Shun may not be as pampered as them on weekdays. Now in the eyes of Prince Shun, who is in a bad mood, these three flowers are no longer so beautiful, and they are all sent to lay paper and ink and dip pen with a blank face.

Soon a guard came with a pigeon basket, and Prince Shun tied the written silk silk to the pigeon's leg, and with the sound of the fluttering of wings, the dove, a symbol of peace, flew to the residence of the Grim Reaper.

Shen Nanshan had eaten his fill, stretched his waist, leaned against the wall, squinted, and said to Ye Xiyue, who was checking out the shopkeeper, with his years of anti-tracking experience: "We are being targeted." ”

Ye Xiyue gave him a turn: "Oh." ”

"It's still a big man," Shen Nanshan said, "what are you going to do?" ”

Ye Xiyue said: "Then who do you want to see?" ”

Shen Nanshan touched his chin, and when he was about to say, "It's a prince", he was choked by Ye Xiyue's next sentence.

"If you can beat it, you can fight, and if you can't beat it, you can run." Ye Xiyue turned around and faced Shen Nanshan with a serious path.

The shopkeeper with slightly frosty sideburns behind him had an approving smile on his face.

He had seen many outlaws, and he had seen many people who had died for the sake of justice, and he had asked them countless times, but no one had answered them so wittily as this girl.

It's a kind of confidence, but it's also a trade-off.

Where there is life, there is hope.

He had some hope in his heart that the two young men would survive the killer's hunt, especially the beautiful girl.

Otherwise, it will cause another bloody storm.

His small shop has been open for less than three years, but he can't stand this, and the street management fee has not yet been paid.