Yue Beihuai walked out of the store with a puzzled look on his face with vermilion lacquerware, he looked back again, and didn't understand why the boss only accepted gold and didn't accept the meeting just now. It seems that after he returns to Beijing, he will report to the emperor to speed up the circulation rate of the huizi.

He glanced at what he was holding, picked his lips and smiled, then put it away. It was already completely dark, and the jade shop behind him had gone out with the lantern in front of the door closed. Yue Beihuai hurried back to the inn, he still had important things to do tomorrow.

The next day, in the most prosperous place in Songhai, there is a ingenious Jiangnan Rain Pavilion shining brightly in the early sun. This is the residence of the king of Yujun, named: Mirage Tower.

Yue Xiaojiu, who was standing outside the vermilion lacquer door of the mirage building, snorted coldly and said, "This King of Yujun is really extravagant. ”

At this time, a servant came from inside the door, knelt down and said, "Two princes, the king of Yujun is invited." ”

Beihuai glanced at this person slightly, raised his sleeves and stepped over the doorrail and went straight in. When he entered the main hall, he saw that the lord of the county was holding Xiangyu into his arms.

The king of Yujun pushed the woman in his arms away, and then got off the seat and saluted: "I don't know if the two princes are coming to the cold house, and they are not welcomed." ”

Yue Beihuai didn't appreciate it, and said coldly: "Is this the hospitality of King Yujun?" ”

"The Seventh Prince, this is serious." King Yujun glanced at the people around him and ordered, "Don't go and prepare a first-class meal yet, fool." ”

Yue Xiaojiu didn't buy it, and said: "I am afraid that I will not have the blessing to enjoy the delicacies of the mountains and seas of the King of Yujun." Today, the saint advocates saving money, but the king of Yujun seems to be doing the opposite. ”

Yue Beihuai seemed to blame Yue Xiaojiu for being rude, and said: "Ninth brother, don't talk nonsense." The city of Songhai is the land of fish and rice. Everyone said that Songhai is ripe in the world, and this half of the grain in the country is in the pocket of the lord of the county. This enjoyment is what the lord of the county deserves. ”

The lord of the county has long been angered by the two of them singing and harmonizing, but he can't say it, and he has to put on a smiling face, which is really embarrassing.

Yue Beihuai waved his hand, asked his subordinates to present a treasure box, and said: "The emperor knows that the king of Yujun loves jade, so he asked my two brothers to send you the seven treasures of the Buddhist family thousands of miles to make you happy. ”

The lord of the county knelt down and saluted: "The emperor's grace is mighty, and this king is unforgettable." ”

Yue Beihuai saw that the seven treasures of the Buddhist family had been delivered, so he said: "I still have something to do with my ninth brother today, so it is inconvenient to disturb the king of Yujun." ”

Seeing that the two of them had decided to castrate, the king said: "The two princes wait for a while, this king has something he wants to offer to the emperor to show his loyalty." He took a sword from the sword stand, put it in the brocade box brought by his subordinates, and handed it to Yue Beihuai.

Yue Beihuai opened it and glanced at it, and said: "The king of Yujun is going to leave with him, and it is really a good sword." In that case, I'll quit. ”

Not long after Yuebei Huai and the others left, there was an extra man in Tsing Yi beside King Yujun. This person is the secretary of the Ministry of War, Wan Heqian.

Wan Heqian glanced at the seven treasures of the Buddhist family brought by Yuebei Huai, and said: "It seems that the emperor really values the king of the county, and it is very valuable to send it by the two princes personally." ”

The king of Yujun drank the wine and said disdainfully: "This king does not need the weight of others. ”

Wan Heqian spoke mellowly, but every word was fine: "What the county king said is that I hope that in the near future, only the county king will value others." ”

"Okay, it's better for Lord Wan to speak to my liking."

The mirage building is a place of drunken dreams and death, and time has always been extremely fast for those who enjoy it. Night came a little earlier, but the mirage building was still brightly lit.

Mu Nanju pulled up the black veil in front of him, stood on the eaves of the mirage building, and lifted a glazed tile.

The purpose of her coming here was because Uncle Nine sensed the rebellion of the King of Yanjun, so she came to find out the truth.

Mu Nancheng saw the county lord, Wan Heqian and Liangzhou Prefecture Ling Sun Ao sitting in the chief. Inside the house, sheng sang and danced, drunk and golden. Mu Nancheng frowned and listened carefully.

Lord Yan was the first to speak: "Lord Wan, Lord Sun, what do you think of this Yan Dance Alluring City?"

Sun Ao clapped his hands and applauded: "The dance is beautiful and light, and all sides are like peach blossoms." Jiangnan really has a lot of beauties, one side of the water and soil to raise one side of the people, in my opinion, it is still the credit of the king of Yanjun. ”

And Wan Heqian just drank the tea quietly, he was incompatible with the red light and green wine in his green clothes, but he was like an idle cloud and wild crane with two sleeves and a breeze, why is he here?

At this moment, a drop of water fell from the crack in the tile. Wan Heqian keenly felt the slightest fluctuation in the aura around him, and then he saw a drop of water falling from the eaves. The mirage was built by the lord of the county with a lot of money, how could it leak?

Mu Nanju saw that the three of them did not react, and breathed a sigh of relief. Who knew that Wan Heqian put down the teacup and shot a silver thread from his hand, passing through the dancing geisha and shooting in the direction of Nan Tang. Mu Nantang's feet were tightly trapped by the silver thread and couldn't break free.

Seeing Wan Heqian's move, Lord Yan asked puzzledly, "Lord Wan, what's wrong?" ”

With a force in his hand, Wan Heqian dragged Nan Tang down, crushed the eaves and fell in front of the maiko, frightening the women to scream again and again. Wan Heqian quietly withdrew his hand and dragged Nan Tang in front of the three of them. At that time, he felt that this person's weight was lighter than that of a normal adult man, but he didn't expect it to be a woman.

Mu Nancheng can be regarded as having seen Wan Heqian's silk silver thread, and she can only consider herself unlucky when she is caught, who said that she accidentally stepped into a puddle just now.

Sun Ao, who was sitting on the right side, was obviously frightened, and his voice trembled a little as he pointed at Mu Nantang, and asked, "Who are you?" Who sent it? ”

Although Wan Heqian didn't say a word, the slender fingers holding the silver thread trembled slightly as he gently tapped the table. Nan Tang only felt that the silver thread on his feet was getting tighter and tighter, and there was a burst of pain, strangling a blood mark on his white skin.

She reluctantly pretended to be unhindered and said, "I'm not a celebrity, and I'm not instructed by anyone. Normally, I often do things to rob the rich and help the poor, but today I can't get used to seeing you, a dog official, and come to take your life. ”

Sun Ao sneered and said, "A bold fanatic, you dare to speak wildly. Come on, drag them down and cut them down. As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fell back on the back of his chair. I saw a poisonous needle pierced into the Yintang acupoint accurately, and I lost my life like this.

The lord hurriedly ordered: "Come on, take her down."