"You...... Don't keep calling me Miss... Make you look like a minion...... You, just, just call me by name. Hua Baining squeezed out this sentence from her mouth with a twist, and the sound of the next few words was as small as a mosquito.

"Huh?" Huang Fuyang really didn't hear clearly.

"Just call me by name......" the voice was quieter.

"What?"

"Call me by name! Just call me by name! The ears are not good! Hua Baining's face was once again dominated by crimson.

……

The stream is murmuring, and the sound of the piano is faint.

In the middle of the mountain stream, in a grass house, a monk-like person in the courtyard sits on the ground, his eyes are closed, and he gently strokes the piano.

This is said to be a monk, but his clothes are more gorgeous than ordinary monks, and there is a gloomy appearance in the gorgeousness.

"Idiot, welcome." The monk suddenly said something, which made the novice next to him tremble, and the monk seemed to hear something, but still did not open his eyes.

“…… Yes, Master. Shami put away the panic of the moment just now, and bowed to receive the order.

Walking to the mountain gate, sure enough, two people were walking towards the mountain, and the magic idiot put his hands together: "Two donors, there are tigers in the mountains, don't go deep." ”

These two people are Jin Zixing and Zhou Cuo, Jin Zixing looked back at Zhou Cuo, Zhou Cuo stepped forward, and put his hands together: "Both are jackals and leopards, why are you afraid of tigers." ”

Miao Idiot heard Zhou Cuo's words, and bowed deeply: "Two donors, please come with me." ”

Presumably, this is a kind of code. Jin Zixing thought so, his pace did not slow down, and he followed Miao Idiot into the mountains and forests.

"Master Hengsong, don't come unharmed." Walking into the courtyard of the grass house, Zhou Cuo stepped forward to greet the monk as if he had seen an old friend.

The monk smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "Amitabha, the poor monk has long been removed from the temple, Mr. Zhou doesn't want to make fun of the poor monk, the poor monk is now called Tang Songheng." Wonderful idiot, prepare tea. The two novices took the order and left.

Hearing this name, Jin Zixing's body was shocked, this monk was actually Tang Songheng, the northern envoy of the Sixiang Pavilion? In the land of the Four Elephant Pavilion, how could there be a monk sitting in such a high position?

Tang Songheng saw that Jin Zixing was a little distracted, looked at him subtly, glanced at Zhou Cuo again, and interrupted Jin Zixing's fugue: "Donor, please." ”

"Oh." Jin Zixing came back to his senses and realized that he had been a little rude just now: "The juniors are offended, look at Master Haihan, please." ”

The three of them went into the house and sat down, and tea was prepared.

"I didn't ask for advice, who is this young man?" Tang Songheng was calm and relaxed, but it made Jin Zixing a little flustered.

"Junior Jin Zixing, Zhongshan King Fengzi......" Jin Zixing was just about to continue, but Zhou Cuo stopped him and shook his head with a smile: "Your Royal Highness, there are no outsiders here, and the master in front of your Highness is a person who can help us achieve great things." ”

When Tang Songheng heard His Royal Highness the Prince, his face was shocked, and then he turned calm: "Amitabha, the Royal Highness the Prince that Mr. said, I'm afraid, it's not from this dynasty." ”

"Master Wisdom, this person is the only surviving heir of the Great Jin Dynasty - Xiao Qi." Hearing Zhou Cuo introduce himself like this, Jin Zixing felt comfortable from the bottom of his heart, this is a hundred times happier than being a half-slave in Zhongshan Palace, since confirming that he is a descendant of the Jin family, Jin Zixing has become more and more obsessed with this identity.

Tang Songheng looked at Jin Zixing carefully, and Zhou Cao saw that Tang Songheng didn't speak, so he continued to "sell" Jin Zixing: "The Xiao family's dragon vein is not endless, this image of Xiao Jin's re-prosperity, isn't the lord waiting for this world to reopen?" ”

"Not bad." After looking at Jin Zixing, Tang Songheng closed his eyes, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding slightly: "Since ancient times, the rise and fall have changed, and you can't force it...... Or, on October 15, in the middle of the world, the lord will come. ”