Meng Tianqing once promised Tang Jiaren one thing.

Although Tang Jiaren had found the Immortal Ancestor and disappeared with him, Meng Tianqing also resolutely decided to fulfill his promise.

When the one hundred and three issues of "The Secret News of Baichuan" were sprinkled to *, a line of eye-catching big characters attracted everyone's attention - endless ancestors, fierce as tigers; Endless women, glamorous in the world!

For a time, the reputation of the non-stop door rose, and everyone in the rivers and lakes knew and no one knew.

Those who once touted Qiu Jiangyun as the first beauty in the rivers and lakes began to shout for the endless heroine again. Obviously, few people have ever seen a woman who has never stopped men, but there are people who like to brag, and they praise it like a nine-day fairy, which makes people forget their worries at a glance, and they will be lovesick for a lifetime, and they can't forget it. There are also people who have seen the Endless Gate Heroine surrender Qiu Yuebai and the battle of the sky with a brick, and ...... was spurned, and even Baichuan Pavilion was scolded miserably. For this reason, the war of words is lively.

Some people say that Baichuan Pavilion slaps himself in the face, and some people say that there is more than one woman who is not resting, there are ugly, fat and beautiful, and some people say that the heroine of Restless Gate is stunning and beautiful after losing weight.

Rumors spread around, which really pushed the endless door to the cusp.

In fact, the two scourges of the Endless Gate did not care about this. The eyes of the two are only each other, their eyes are full of sweetness, the fragrance of flowers wafts everywhere, and they drink water and honey. That sweetness, I saw that some people almost rushed to the crown in anger and attacked it in groups! However, how could the eyes of the two tolerate others? When have you ever taken care of the great changes in others? As for the gossip, bloody wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, what do they have to do with them?

Meng Shuilan's manuscript was tampered with by Meng Tianqing, and she was so angry that her brain hurt, and she almost killed her relatives in righteousness! The new hatred and old hatred were burning, so he chased Meng Shuilan and shouted and killed: ""The Secret Story of Baichuan" has always been neutral, but now it has become a dog's leg and a joke in the rivers and lakes. Are you going to wake up your father and mother who are sleeping underground?! Okay, well, I'll send you this unscrupulous son to kowtow to his father's grave and confess his guilt! ”

Meng Tianqing jumped on the wall and said, "You are allowed to shout, but I am not allowed to write?" It doesn't make sense! ”

Meng Shuilan pointed at Meng Tianlan and said, "What are you writing?!" What you wrote is that the Lord of Baichuan Pavilion stood on a high place and shouted four times! What do you write so-and-so for? Some friends in the rivers and lakes have to ask so-and-so when they meet, why do they shout four times in a row instead of three? How do you ask So-and-so to answer?! ”

Meng Tianqing said: "You just say that you owe it, and you are addicted to shouting, what's wrong with shouting more?" If you're afraid that you won't understand, I'll write it for you in the next issue! With that, he jumped off the wall and ran away without a trace.

Meng Shuilan glared, leaned back, leaned against the trunk of the tree, squinted at the sunlight falling through the gaps in the leaves, and actually smiled and muttered: Stinky boy! It's fast.

A leaf fell, Meng Shuilan stretched out her hand to catch it, frowned slightly, sneered, and said, "What? Do you want to sigh that the spring and autumn season will not be successful? "Shake your hand and throw away the leaves.

Meng Tianqing went and returned, lying on the trunk of the tree, scratching the trunk and saying, "Brother, I want to propose marriage." ”

Meng Shuilan looked up at Meng Tianqing and asked, "To whom?" ”

Meng Tianqing replied: "Tang is endless. ”

Meng Shuilan said: "Well, go ahead, if you can marry him, my brother will let you be the pavilion master." ”

Meng Tianqing hit the trunk of the tree with a fist, and the leaves fell, like a rain, falling on Meng Shuilan's body one after another. Meng Tianqing said: "I want to marry Tang Jiaren!" ”

Meng Shuilan cracked her mouth: "Go ahead, Tang Buxiu can pinch you to death, and the second pavilion master doesn't have to be it." ”

Meng Tianqing glared and said, "You won't help me?" ”

Meng Shuilan said: "It's not bad if it doesn't hurt you." ”

Meng Tianqing glared at Meng Shuilan and said, "No need for you!" "Stand up," by the way, Tang Jiaren said that someone assassinated Qiu Yuebai. The Assassin carried a bag of all rivers. "Jumped from the trunk of the tree to the top of the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Meng Shuilan looked at the direction in which Meng Tianqing disappeared, and couldn't retract her gaze for a long time.

Is he past the age of persistent pursuit of love? What you think in your heart is never worthy of your body's actions. Scold......

Meng Shuilan was a little envious of Meng Shuilan's persistent spirit of not being afraid of death.

It's nice to be young, impulsive, and so good.

It's nice to know it's impossible.

It's nice to dig into the corners of the walls.

The sun was a little dazzling, Meng Shuilan was afraid of tanning herself, so she limped into the shabby hut hidden in the corner in the backyard of the inn, pushed open the wall, walked into the dark passage, walked out of the rockery, passed through the people who were still silent and busy, and walked towards the study.

Pushing open the door, he entered the study, sat down in the chair that looked a little old, gently stroked the armrest, and remembered his father. This chair is the favorite of the old pavilion owner. He didn't like Qiu Yuebai, but he chose to put this chair in Qiucheng because Qiuyuebai was well under his rule, and Qiucheng could be regarded as a pure land. He put his chair here, and his heart was at peace.

Now, he is very fortunate that he did not hide his private house here, otherwise...... We will not be spared. Thinking of Meng Tianqing and Tang Jiaren, Meng Shuilan's mood was a little complicated.

"Knock knock...... There was a knock on the door, interrupting Meng Shuilan's chaotic thoughts.

Immediately after, a voice said, "Pavilion Master, there is golden grass." ”

The so-called golden grass is said to mean that someone pays a large price to buy news.

Meng Shuilan put away her messy thoughts and said, "Come in." ”

Baiyi walked in and handed a small pure gold arrow to Meng Shuilan.

Baichuan Pavilion has a clear division of labor, Baiyi is the leader of the flying pigeons, and he is responsible for passing important news to Meng Shuilan.

Meng Shuilan took the pure gold arrow, and did not shy away from Baiyi, directly pushed the small mechanism on the golden arrow, opened it, took out a small roll of silk from it, and unfolded it.

On a silk about two fingers long and wide, a sentence was written: Tang Buxiu, who is it? Five thousand taels of silver.

Meng Shuilan asked thoughtfully: "Who and where did this question be served?" ”

Bai Yi replied: "Back to the pavilion master, this question was sent directly to the inn, and it was not in other realms. The person who sent this question said that his master would ask for an answer tonight, and asked the master of the pavilion to gather at Fengyue Tower. ”

Meng Shuilan weighed the golden arrow and said, "Is this a horse or a lottery?" ”

Baiyi knew that Meng Shuilan didn't ask him what he said, so he didn't make any fun, just asked: "Pavilion master, do you want to take it?" ”

Meng Shuilan said: "I just ordered a private room by that little beast, so I naturally want to answer this question and subsidize the family." He tapped his finger on the table, "Gather the dusters, let's look it up." Squinting and smiling, "I am also curious about who this person is." ”

Sweeping the dust, specially responsible for peeling off the cocoon from the details gathered by all parties, looking for the truth, is the most meticulous as dust.

Baiyi responded: "No." ”

After a while, six men pushed the door and entered the study, and said in unison, "Pavilion master." ”

Meng Shuilan sat on a chair, holding a brush in her hand, and while sketching on the paper, she said: "Tang Buxiu, the master of the Endless Gate, calls himself the ancestor of Buxiu, about thirty-one or twelve years old, his martial arts are unfathomable, and his good use of weapons is only the size of the palm of his hand, like a flattened arrow, with a slight hook at the bend, thin as a wing, and extremely sharp; His apprentice, Tang Jiaren, about 16 years old, is poisonous, once pretended to be the sixth prince, and the truth is indistinguishable. Tang Jiaren's figure is fat and thin, and it is not to be guessed. "Wei paused, put down the pen, lifted the portrait, and said, "Check." You have to know, who are Tang Buxiu and Tang Jiaren, and what is the relationship with the Tang Gate? ”

Sweeping dust and the others looked at the figure paintings displayed by Meng Shuilan, and were stunned, then they hugged their fists and responded: "No." ”

On the white paper, it is Tang Buxiu and Tang Jiaren. The eyebrows, the demeanor, and the demeanor are simply lifelike. Moreover, Tang Buxiu's side also painted the weapons he used. The reason why Sweeping Dust and the others were stunned for a moment was not because Meng Shuilan's painting was too realistic, but because ...... The layout of his paintings is different from what it used to be. In the past, if he drew two people who were related to each other, he would draw them together. This time, however, he painted Tang Buxiu and Tang Jiaren separately. A piece of paper, Tang Buxiu occupied the left, Tang Jiaren occupied the right, both of them stood close to the side, and they could drive an ox cart in the middle. When you see this painting, you will think that these two people are so unhappy with each other, but they have to stand together and be painted by the artist.

Meng Shuilan didn't care what others thought in their hearts, she directly moved the mechanism, and the treasure shelf was removed, revealing the entire file.

The frame in which the dossier is placed separates from the middle, revealing the dossier in the back layer. The frame in which the dossier is placed is again separated from the middle, revealing the next layer of dossier.

The dossier was opened layer by layer, as if mysterious doors had been opened, leading to unknown places.

In the secret room where the file was placed, there was no open flame, but it was as bright as day.

Just because, there are night pearls the size of a dragon's eye, although they are not splendid, but they are extravagant.

It is said that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book, and everything shown in this secret room is the best interpretation.

The files, both old and new, are well organized and staggeringly powerful.

Baichuan Pavilion looked at the operation of "Baichuan Secrets", in fact, selling news is the real livelihood. However, some messages can be sold, some can't.

These dossiers recorded secrets about the martial arts and the imperial court.

Whether you're a peddler's pawn or a powerful minister, there's a secret. The secret is the weakness, and the weakness is the handle.

Baichuan Pavilion knows the autumn leaves, and when these news are connected, many unexpected and shocking secrets are often obtained. However, there are some secrets, and they would rather let them lie in the secret room and sleep quietly than let them out to set off stormy waves.

There is a bottom line, which is the only magic weapon for Baichuan Pavilion to stand for a hundred years.

Sweep the dust and others pulled out the futon and the simple table, spread a piece of paper, and then moved out the file in an orderly manner, classified it and put it on their own table, sat on the ground, and actually looked through the file with one hand, grabbed a charcoal pen with the other, and quickly scratched something on the paper. It's so fast, it's staggering.

The room was quiet, only the sound of charcoal rubbing the paper, rustling, reassuring.