In the world, the prince's mansion, Tinglan Boudoir, Fang Xin secretly wondered: Thinking of you or resenting you?

Lord Ying finally couldn't help it, patted Jin'er, who was bending over to make the bed and fold the quilt, and began to take off her clothes, Jin'er sighed, helplessly untied the collar, and just unbuttoned half of the blouse, Lord Ying, who had already stripped off her coat, came up impatiently, and took off her pants, Jin'er exclaimed:

"Oops! County Lord, County Lord, what are you doing here? You let the slave come by herself. ”

But where did he resist the power of the county lord's "tiger wolf", and after three or two blows, the belt that was torn was broken, and the pants fell to the heels, revealing the white and tender thighs.

Lord Ying hurriedly pushed her down, lifted her heels upside down, poured out her pants and hurriedly put them on, and pinched her thighs in his busy schedule, and teased with "bad intentions":

"It's so slippery, it's a pity for Jiang'er, oh, obediently put on my clothes and wait for me to come back on the bed!"

As he spoke, he had already cleaned his pocket, and opened the door triumphantly but vigilantly, looked left and right, and saw that there was indeed no one around, so he quickly ran out of the corner door of the backyard.

This morning, Jiang Er had already found out:

Yun Sheng has been very idle for a while lately, and the prince seems to have abandoned him, and he goes to a tea house in the city every evening to listen to books and watch plays.

Lord Ying was a little sad:

Do you have a lot of time to listen to the drama and not come to see me?

With his mind turning, he leaned on the willow tree that had lost all its branches and leaves, and watched intently at the people entering and leaving the prince's mansion.

The short winter afternoon seems to be only half of the morning, and when I first go to Shenshen, the sky is very dark.

Lord Ying looked at the sky, the ink halo was spreading from the sky, and there was no sunlight in the early morning, and there was no trace at this time:

So why is the sky bright? It must be from above the clouds to look down on the world, to warn the world that even if I do not appear, even through the clouds, the light and hope you need most will not be gone forever.

Just like Yun Sheng, he doesn't say what he asks for himself, but he will do it after all, it's just, it's just, does he like himself?

She shook her head, not to deny her conjecture, but to not want to think about it more, the confidence when she first left the house for some reason seemed to be like a wind chime in the air, Ding Dong sweet, but ethereal.

Just thinking about it, someone in front of the house where I listened greeted with a smile:

"Yo! Are the cloud guards going out again? ”

The county lord of Ying was in good spirits, and he looked at it with wonderful eyes, but saw Yun Sheng nodding with a smile, and walked out without saying a word, walking along the market, the county lord of Ying looked around, and quietly followed not far away.

The location of the teahouse is quite ideal, people in winter do not have much entertainment and leisure places, although the wind and moon and gambling halls are attractive, but after all, the common people do not have such financial and physical resources to work every day, right? As a result, the light teahouse has entered the peak season era.

After people finish work, they come here for recreation when they have nothing to do, order a pot of good tea, a few plates of quite exquisite snacks, snacks, listen to storytelling, or silk and bamboo musical instruments, etc., and a few friends chatting about homely things, and they will slowly endure the long night.

Lord Ying watched Yun Sheng walk in idly and sat down in an inconspicuous position on the second floor, she hesitated for a moment, and decided not to go over first, and secretly observe before talking.

The shopkeeper who was serving the tea walked up to Yun Sheng's side and asked softly, and after a while, he understood correctly, then turned around and came to the county lord's table to inquire.

Lord Ying is also very concise:

"Whatever the man asked for just now, you can also give me a copy as it is."

Xiao Er raised his eyebrows, didn't say much, and went to prepare.

......

......

Somewhere in the Three Realms, the mage was standing there with a private lamp and a non-lamp thing waiting there, and when his breathing became more and more stagnant, a burst of extremely catastrophic cold breath suddenly hit, he not only shrank a little, but bowed down to greet him:

"You're here, Yan Jun."

The cloudy and cold air flow poured in from the sky like rootless water, fell into the nameless ground under his feet, and then transformed into a transparent flowing crystal, the crystal was soft but not dispersed and flowing, but layered on top of each other, gradually piled up to an extreme point, solidified into a tall humanoid, and this humanoid seemed to be shaped in the stage of the unfinished transparent body, the dark placket inside was fluttering and floating, and every commotion also made the superposition of the crystals more complex and changeable.

As the shoulder blades of the sleeves continue to plump, the transparent shell wrapped in it is also constantly melting and thinning, until at a random breakthrough, the crystals like water leak like a rapid current, and a complete human body is completely revealed.

Seeing the mage's shrinking state, he snorted in his nose, but he also flicked the sleeves of his robe, and the space that was stagnant and difficult to stay suddenly seemed to be suddenly stretched by an inexplicable force, so the little breathing air that was left added to it out of thin air as the space expanded.

When the mage was at ease, he couldn't help but thank him. The Third Hall Yan Jun asked impatiently in a deep voice:

"What's the burden? What about the mandala now? ”

The mage bowed again and replied:

"The situation is not ideal, the number is imminent and has disappeared, using Xiao Dao cultivation as a spell cannot peep into the mana enchantment he has laid out, and Xiao Dao is not clear and beyond his power, so he specially came to seek Yan Jun's help."

The Third Hall Yan Jun frowned and asked:

"He's just an ordinary person now, how can he understand spell nodules? Can you find out who is behind it? ”

The mage shook his head and said:

"As far as Xiao Dao knows, apart from relying on Xiao Dao spells and magic weapons to make some simple arrangements, he is not aware of any other human mages to help. Therefore, Xiaodao guessed that it must be someone from the underworld or outside the world who helped.

Therefore, I have come to inform Yan Jun to investigate thoroughly, otherwise, the dragon's spine will be broken in minutes, once he returns to the underworld and understands the hidden situation, there will be chaos in the Three Realms at that time! ”

The third hall Yan Jun was silent, his eyebrows were gloomy and unpredictable, and he said in a half-loud voice:

"You go and carefully send someone to search for the whereabouts of the palace guards, and I will send messengers from the underworld to help."

The mage said yes, bowing his head to adjust the "light" mechanism he was holding, but Yan Jun of the Third Hall stretched out the sleeves of his robe and rolled it up, and even brought a lamp to send him out of the space.

After the mage left, the three halls Yan Jun still frowned and pondered:

The return path of the mandala has long been sealed by me, but who helped him break the ban and secretly bury the number? And those who have such a contrarian ability, which are beyond the reach of ordinary mages or messengers of the underworld, even if they are from the heavenly realm, they can't see the true meaning of the law, who will it be?

Suddenly, my heart moved:

"His mind can never be guessed, and such strange things are very much like his person. It's just that.. What is the purpose of his reversal? ”