At this time, the salary in the hall asked Shuoge to take out the seven-stringed guqin, and Shuoge responded, but what he took out was a dream sent by Jimo Qinghe.

"Dream." Ji Xin stroked the strings a few times and muttered in a low voice.

"Sweet scenery, a dream ...... yellow sorghum"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and put his hands on the piano, and played it gently, the sound of the dream was clear, and in the hands of Ji Xin, even if the repertoire was not extremely complicated, it seemed quite pleasant.

Shuoge listened to the king's music, and was also very happy, Ji Xin played half of the song, and suddenly held down the strings, Shuo Ge saw that the sound of the piano was interrupted, and looked at Ji Xin in puzzlement.

"Your Majesty?"

He put his hand on the strings and spoke.

"Shuoge, check the current residence of the chief of the Hongzhen Chamber of Commerce, this king will go there in person."

Why didn't she say goodbye, and why did she suddenly appear, she treated each other with sincerity, but she didn't get half a word, and she needed to hear Zixiu say it herself.

When Jimo Qinghe returned to the mansion, it was dark, the bright moon gradually climbed up and hung in the sky, he stood in the courtyard, his eyes were sad and lonely, the bamboo forest sounded slightly with the breeze, Jimo Qinghe closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Feeling the direction of the wind, he suddenly pulled out the soft sword, and for a while the cold suddenly appeared, and several sword tips were raised, only to see the silver light shining, the sword shadow flashed, like a swimming dragon, slightly tilted, and several bamboo leaves that were blown down by the wind were chopped up.

Outside the pavilion, Zhao Yu and Xiao Jin leaned together, looking at Jimo Qinghe from a distance.

"What's wrong with Childe?"

Xiao Jin asked.

Zhao Yu lowered his head and looked at Xiao Jin and patted his head.

"Can't ask for it, resentment will be, love parting, you will know it when you grow up."

Xiao Jin pursed her lips.

"If you don't say it, I also know that Gongzi likes the king, and Gongzi has painted many pictures of the king."

It was rare for Zhao Yu not to quarrel with Xiao Jin anymore, but he just smiled bitterly, and looked at Jimo Qinghe, who was flying on the side of the bamboo forest, standing tall in the sky, only this matter, no one could help.

Late at night, in the mansion of the ghost-faced man, a person wearing a red-cloaked came, and the triumphant wind led the person to the inner hall, where the ghost-faced man was already sitting.

"Master Su really kept his promise."

Su Suyi took off the cloak.

"I don't like to guess with people, what do you have, what do you want, just say it."

"Hahahaha, Lord Su is really refreshing!"

The Ghostface laughed.

"I have the secrets of the maintenance movement, I have the deadliest handle of Jinghong, and I have the opportunity to let you enter the maintenance operation."

"You have survived for so many years with the help of the Weiyun Chamber of Commerce, but now you want to lose these things for a while, and what you want is different." Su Suyi sneered.

"I want to self-study." The ghost-faced man looked gloomy, "As long as you give him to me, I'll transport the entire dimension to you." ”

Su Suyi didn't show much surprise, but looked at the ghost-faced man calculatedly.

"What do you want him to do?"

"You don't need to know this, you just have to bring him to me, and I will naturally give you everything."

Su Suyi is already delicate, although she has increased in age in recent years, she has used maintenance techniques, and she is even more gorgeous, at this time the night is deep, and half of her face is looking at the ghost-faced man in the shadows, which looks a little inexplicably weird.

"Okay, three days later, Ruohua Pavilion on the outskirts of Beijing, I don't believe your words, you have to bring Jinghong."

"That's nature."

The ghost-faced man gave up his hand, Su Suyi snorted coldly, threw his sleeves and left.

"What a ruthless woman." Seeing Su Suyi walking away, the ghost-faced man sat down again. "It's really funny that there are people who have such a vicious mind."

"But soon it will all be over." The Ghostface laughed heartily.

Here, Jimo Qinghe put away his sword momentum, and Zhao Yu hurriedly stepped forward.

"Childe, I just came to report, the Hongzhen Chamber of Commerce really did not interfere in this matter, and also, Childe let me keep an eye on Jing Hong's whereabouts, and the house that Jing Hong often goes in and out of has not been there for several days."

Jimo Qinghe picked up a towel to wipe the soft sword.

"The person behind Jinghong must have a backhand, and he must find out."

"Yes."

"That, Childe," Zhao Yu hesitated, and when he saw Jimo Qinghe looking at him, he simply closed his eyes and said loudly. "If the son likes it, then say it, if you don't say it, then she will never know, if it's late, she will regret it for life!"

Ji Mo Qinghe saw that Zhaoyu looked like death, and couldn't help but feel a little funny, and after laughing, he felt slightly bitter, and looked at Xuanyue in the sky with a smile.

"It's not time yet."