It seemed that a century had passed, and Jun Mufeng had not been able to recover from the shock and sadness, and he could clearly feel that his heart suddenly tingled like a needle pricking after seeing those words clearly.

So when Zuo Yi came in, what he saw was Jun Mufeng half-dead slumped on the stool, his eyes blank and his hands weak.

"Jun Gongzi, the Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion has an invitation."

Although Zuo Yi was surprised by Jun Mufeng's current appearance, he didn't ask too much.

Anyway, Qilin Xi just asked him to protect Jun Mufeng, but he didn't let him be responsible for solving problems for Jun Mufeng, besides, if he really asked him to comfort people, it would be better to let him kill someone, at least for him, the latter is much easier than the former.

Jun Mufeng's whole person seemed to react a beat slower now, and it wasn't until Zuo Yi finished speaking and stood aside and waited for a while that he reacted slightly.

I saw him slowly raise his head, staring at the invitation on the table with his eyes not very focused, and then slowly raised his right hand, straightened his waist slightly, and took the invitation in front of him in slow motion.

It was a gilded folded invitation, and there was a hollow carving in the rectangular invitation, with the words "Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion" written on it.

Jun Mufeng opened the invitation card and glanced at it, and hesitated a little after seeing the content clearly.

"Tomorrow afternoon? Poetry meeting? ”

That's right, what is written in the invitation is that at noon tomorrow, the owner of Prime Minister Zuo's mansion, Ou Daihe, invited Jun Mufeng to participate in the poetry meeting.

"In this winter, which man's poem is written and which one's fu is written? I'm afraid it's not that simple. ”

Although Luo Yan's letter stimulated Jun Mufeng, Jun Mufeng was not a hairy boy who grew up in a honey pot after all, and he didn't lose his mind so easily, so when he saw the content of the invitation, he pondered in his heart.

"Prime Minister Zuo is a person from the prince's side, and now he is clearly on the side of Qilinxi, although the break is over, but the prince believes it or not, and the bureau is instructed by the prince." Jun Mufeng thought about it and said to Zuo Yi: "Go and tell the prince about this." ”

Left a little, then looked at Jun Mufeng, who seemed to be back to normal, turned around and went out.

When Zuo Yi came out of the main entrance, he saw someone who seemed to be watching nearby, his face was not visible, he still bowed his head and hunched his waist, and tried his best to play his role.

Those who are watching as long as they see someone coming out, regardless of their status, they will follow and take a look, so Zuo Yi doesn't have to look back, he knows that someone is following him.

The one on the left looks like he is harmless to humans and animals, and walks quickly towards the drunken Xuan Tower with small broken steps.

Ming Wu was settling accounts at the counter, and when he saw that it was Zuo Yi, he put down the work in his hand.

"The shopkeeper, I want a pot of daughter red."

Zuo Yi pointed to the table with the wine vat as he spoke, and Ming Wuyi understood when he heard it, this is Jun Gongzi who wants to deliver the words.

These secret guards have their own secret codes in private, and the numbers in a sentence represent the amount of the message to be delivered, and the things to be bought represent who the message is to be handed to.

The reason why Qilin Xi was privately designated as his daughter red by the secret guard was because he once buried a jar of wine under the tree in his yard, saying that he would take it out and drink it when his daughter got married in the future.

Don't talk about the girl, Qilin Xidu hasn't found a princess at this age, and Concubine Ning Guifei has recruited him into the palace for this matter.

Therefore, this kind of "naan" word is not a word, and only Qilin Xi can do it in the entire Lingyao country.

Ming Wu nodded knowingly, and pretended to say: "A pot of daughter red, ten yuan." ”

"Ten dollars is not enough for my son-in-law to drink, the boss adds two more dollars, my son-in-law likes good wine with good poems, good poems and good words, so that he can be happy."

When I heard it on May Day, I was stunned, "Tomorrow at noon?" Poetry? Lyricist? What kind of poems and lyrics did you write this winter? When he saw the money that Zuo Yi took out with his left hand, he knew that this matter was probably made by Prime Minister Zuo.

Zuo Yi saw that Ming Wu already knew about the invitation, so he didn't say more, picked up the daughter Hong who was handed over, and turned around and walked out of Zuixuan Building.

The people watching outside the door saw Zuo Yi come out with a pot of wine, and they were a little confused, and saw that Zuo Yi seemed to have a normal face and did not look like a fraud, although he doubted that there was something greasy in the pot, but he still decided to let him go.

Although Zuo Yi is not very sophisticated, he is still very clear about the twists and turns of people's hearts. After all, he is also a person who has been stalking, and knows what will arouse the suspicion of others.

So while the group of people hadn't dispersed, Zuo Yi tripped on his left foot and stumbled on his right foot, and a big character lay on the ground, and the pot of wine naturally fell to pieces.

Hearing such a loud movement, everyone on the street looked over, and the group of people watching also stared at Zuoyi, and then moved their eyes to the broken wine jug.

After looking at it carefully for a while, after making sure that there was no problem, he disappeared into the crowd.

Passers-by saw Zuo Yi fall to the ground in embarrassment, some sympathized and some ridiculed, Zuo Yi didn't care, anyway, his goal had been achieved.

stood up and patted the dust on his body, put on a sad face, and walked towards Jun's house dejectedly.

At this time, Jun Mufeng was trying to calm his mind, and after a long time, he picked up the letter paper that fell on the ground, the words on it were eye-catching and dazzling to Jun Mufeng, and the emotions that had just calmed down seemed to be provoked again.

Shaking his head, Jun Mufeng put the letter aside.

"Little Yan'er, what's wrong? What the hell are you messing with me? ”

I couldn't figure it out, if the situation allowed, Jun Mufeng really wanted to go back to Qu Jingcheng directly and ask Luo Yan face to face! It's a pity that others are already in this whirlpool, and they can't easily get out.

Jun Mufeng walked to the door and looked up at the sky, tomorrow's poetry meeting, I'm afraid it's not so simple.

Kirin Xi also didn't expect this old fox to be ready to make a move so soon, so when the news reached Kirin Xi's hands, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"This Ou Daihe has been following the pace of the prince, and this sudden poetry meeting, I'm afraid it wasn't the prince's instructions?" Kirin Xi thought as he knocked on the table.

"Since the old fox invited the Jun family, it seems that the Ruo family is also counted among them, Qilin Yi, what the hell are you talking about?"

Kirin Xi held his forehead with one hand and tapped the table with the other.

The situation in the capital is now more unpredictable than he expected, and the attitude of the emperor is also ambiguous, so he doesn't believe that the movement in the capital will not be known to the emperor.

Qilin Yi Na seems to have already moved, but it's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to predict the future, since this is the case, he can only see the move.

"Poetry will, hehe. The water in this capital is afraid that it will get deeper and deeper. ”