"Seventh Prince, the little one is so good." Li Yunwei was in the corner of the city gate, and when he looked at the people who came, there was obviously a complaining attitude in his tone.

"What's the matter, are you in a hurry?" The man who was called the Seventh Prince looked cynical, Li Yun thought to himself that the people he knew were all this person, and the soft and lazy voice came slowly, "This king exchanged the Cordyceps of Kalun Mountain for a customs clearance espionage, it should be you who take advantage." ”

"What the prince said is that the little ones don't know how to lift." Li Yunlian sighed unlucky, the two riding attendants behind the Seventh Prince all glanced at each other, and saw one of them, holding out the brocade box hidden in his arms, "The person Li Weiwei cherishes is really a good life, Kalun Mountain has been closed a month ago, this is the only one left, adults take care of it." ”

Even in the face of the very provocative attendant between his eyebrows, he couldn't separate Li Weiwei's gaze, he reached out to pick up the brocade box, and saw the attendant throw the box to the ground, and the cordyceps broke in half without accident.

"Yaoyao, stop messing around." Another attendant called softly, the light cloak covered the faces of the two attendants tightly, and the little guard beside Li Yun looked from afar, and could only see that both of them were carrying a rather porcelain thing behind them, "My lord, give it." The guard bent down to pick it up, and couldn't help asking, "What is the origin of that man?" The prince didn't say anything, and the little attendant shook his face. ”

Li Yun snorted, "What's the origin, I don't care what he comes from, Lao Tzu only recognizes money, do you know that this cordyceps is worth a thousand gold." Idiot. "It's like a little guard who is confused by the second monk, he can only watch the three people in front of him gradually disappear into the night, and Li Yun's fierce kick still reminds him of what to do next." Hurry up and transfer the guards on duty in the night room to the Weiwei Mansion. ”

"My lord, there are only two teams of men tonight, and one team was taken by the assassin just now, and this team is gone, and there will be no one. When the time comes, the prefect will blame him......"

"You stupid hat, won't you stop talking, hurry up and get out of Lao Tzu!" Li Yun kicked the little soldier's buttocks, and saw the little guard trotting away.

The complicated and gorgeous carriage stopped in front of the incomparably bright Weiwei Mansion, and Lan Mo, who was lying at the bottom of the carriage, breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped on the mysterious silk soft boots to get out of the carriage, although Lan Mo's hair hung down to the ground, it did not affect her observation of the person's feet at all.

This person walks vainly, without more than ten years of internal skills, presumably it can't be like this, well, no wonder just above the city gate, can't get a little cheap, the light work of the person who came should not be underestimated, and he hurried away after taking something for a while.

Lan Mo calculated, taking advantage of the busy gap between the people of the Li Mansion who were sent there, she had already swam to the backyard of the mansion, and when she turned over and jumped down, she happened to land next to a thousand-year-old banyan tree that was five people thick.

This is a rather quiet courtyard, a man-made stream flows slowly in the rockery, behind the rockery there is a stone screen inlaid with nine dragon patterns, you can see a hall made of fir wood from the hexagonal pane in the middle of the stone screen. Lan Mo was listening to the movement in front of him, but he was unconsciously attracted by this hut, and was about to leave, when the arch closest to the ancient banyan was faintly heard the sound of footsteps getting farther and closer, vague and powerful, difficult to detect.

Lan Mo thought secretly, it seemed that this was where this man stayed, and she hurriedly leaned into the house.

"Childe, the slave family has been whitewashed." A scantily clad woman in the room, no, Lan Mo clearly couldn't see any cover on the woman sitting at the head of the bed. She didn't hesitate, and before the shy woman had time to raise her head, the wooden fan pendant that flew out of her sleeve had already instantly lit the dumb hole of the woman at the bedside.

The strange woman looked at Lan Mo dressed in black gauze, and the fear swept over her like a god of death, she wanted to open her mouth and shout, but all that awaited her was a muffled fist. Lan Mo stuffed the woman with a red strip like a white fish into the closet, if there was a light gauze curtain in the room, it could be an excellent disguise, Lan Mo took off the black gauze on his body, and put on a sea green half-zale skirt, lining the skin of the person in the bronze mirror as white as snow, except for the scar on his face, Lan Mo pursed his lips and smiled, so, he can get through the test.

The man pushed the door in, and a bewitching sea-green figure faintly revealed on the bed curtain, holding the pillow with one hand and facing away from him. The man glanced at it hurriedly, and then did not stop again, he walked around the curtain, and without a single step he walked to the beaded curtain behind the curtain.

Lan Mo was closing her eyes and pretending to sleep, she originally thought that as long as this man hurriedly lifted the curtain and entered, the last word fan pendant she had prepared was the best reward for this person, but the man completely ignored himself and walked to the back hut.

"Do you want to keep pretending to be asleep?" There was a domineering attitude that could not be denied in a deliberately low voice, and the man shouted through the beaded curtain.

Lan Mo didn't squeak, she had excellent ear power, but suddenly had an illusion of deafness, why didn't she find out that the stream on the rockery actually flowed to the courtyard of the back house, and the hut behind the bead curtain seemed to be more than just a hut, if Lan Mo guessed correctly, it should be a spring in the ground.

"Come here." Seeing that the woman on the bed did not reply, the man was not angry in his heart, but continued to speak calmly.

Fang Cai's question can be regarded as a teasing, at this moment this sentence is an obvious order, Lan Mo knows that if she wants to get what she wants tonight, she must be wronged and act. When she looked through the sparkling bead curtain at the soup spring that only overflowed the man's chest muscles, Lan Mo was infinitely calm in her heart, joke, did she stay in the Jingong for 8 years, to say, the long water prison was the first level.

In the water, but it's her forte.

"Rub my back." Lan Mo was about to step forward and sneak attack, but he couldn't help but be stunned, "Let's go out after rubbing." "The fan fell to the ground, no, it should be on the bare feet of the blue end.

Lan Mo screamed silently in his heart, and could only squat down and put the fan pendant again, inserting it back into his head and acknowledging it.

There was only a wide bath in the hut, and there was no place for it at all, Lan Mo hesitated to stand under the beaded curtain, a wisp of beaded curtain brushed her cheeks, the slightest cold, the room contained a thick mist, and she vaguely saw the naked back of the man not far away.

She thought that there was a five-point chance of winning by taking the opportunity to sneak attack at this time, but just after the battle at the city gate, she also appreciated this person's skill and sword energy, if she confronted him in this small space, she would simply throw herself into the net.

Looking for a brocade hand, she was about to drip down in a pale green half-sara skirt.

"What are you doing?" The man looked at Lan Mo who had already entered the water through the fog, and suddenly asked puzzledly, "Don't you take off your clothes?" ”

"Why should I take my clothes off?" Lan Mo was surprised, she was stunned for a moment, and she forgot to say the honorific of the slave.

"Aren't you hot?" Before the man could react, it was like a submarine swimming towards Lan Mo quickly, and his slender waist was slammed into the man's broad chest.