Qi Jinwan sat on the seat, and when she saw Lan Wudie coming in, she immediately left her seat to greet her, moved a chair herself, asked Lan Wudie to sit down, and then moved a chair and sat opposite Lan Wudie.

In front of her, Qi Jinwan had no usual depth and calmness, and there were always a lot of words, telling her all kinds of interesting things she had encountered when she traveled before, some of which were new, and some of which had already been told many times, but it didn't matter, she was willing to listen, and he was willing to talk.

After chatting for a while, he took out two fans from his arms, holding them in his left and right hands, one fanning himself and the other gently shaking for the beauty.

On the front and back of a group fan, the word Jinwan is written, and on the front and back of a group fan, the word dancing butterfly is written.

When he was full of joy to give the fan to Lan Wudie, Lan Wudie insisted on not to, and finally cried and said, "I'm not worthy!" and ran out of the room.

What Lan Wudie said was not worthy, Qi Jinwan knew what it meant, but he didn't care at all, from the moment he saw Lan Wudie, he had a good impression of this woman.

As he gradually got in touch, he became more and more infatuated with Lan Wudie, and only felt that there was no one in this world who could compare with her except for his deceased mother.

Qi Jinwan made no secret of his love for Lan Wudie, he liked the feeling of being with her, he liked the feeling of her unconsciously attached to herself, he wanted to protect her, protect her for the rest of her life, he wanted to protect her, protect her for the rest of her life.

Since the day Lan Wudie refused to accept the group fan, Qi Jinwan has never forced her to do anything she doesn't want to do, and has never made Lan Wudie cry again.

The group fan was treasured by the eldest prince of Qi, so his subordinates often saw the eldest prince of Qi opening the bow left and right and fanning the wind together, I don't know, I thought how hot the eldest prince must be.

When they saw the words on the fan clearly, everyone naturally knew it, and when they saw Lan Wudie again, they nodded one by one, and they were so polite that they didn't want to.

This also created an incomparably superior condition for Lan Wudie to calmly contact Tianrui's core secrets, and she could easily obtain everything she wanted to know without any waste.

However, every time she transmits information, her heart is very entangled, and she does not pass on the entrustment of the king, but also the affection of the son, which makes her suffer.

Later, Qi Jinwan didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he told Lan Wudie not to be so tired, to allow her to call some people from the outside world to take over her work, and also open the door to these new recruits, so that they can also easily access those secrets.

Lan Wudie took the opportunity to install a lot of Tianze meticulous work, and handed over the intelligence collection work to others to do, while she specially accompanied him to chat and play under the pleading of the eldest prince of Qi.

Today, the two sat together and chatted again, there were always endless topics, and while they were talking and laughing, someone reported: "Qi Yu is handsome, Prime Minister Tang asks to meet!"

Lan Wudie stood up playfully: "I, I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

Qi Jinwan frowned, and then said gently: "It's okay, I'll send you, you come early tomorrow, and I'll tell you a story." ”

Lan Wudie nodded shyly, turned around and walked towards the door, when she walked to the door, she met Tang Zhengquan who was walking into the house, she was somewhat afraid of this Tang Prime Minister, in front of him, she always felt uncomfortable, and hurriedly bowed her head to Tang Zhengquan to say goodbye.

Tang Zhengquan frowned and snorted, ignoring her.

Qi Jinwan said to Lan Wudie: "Wudie, you go, remember to come early tomorrow, I'll wait for you!"

Lan Wudie's face flushed, and she hurriedly got up and left quickly.

Qi Jinwan looked at Lan Wudie until she couldn't see her figure, then she turned her head to look at Tang Zhengquan and said coldly: "What is the old prime minister looking for me?"

Tang Zhengquan bowed and said seriously: "Eldest son, the old man is here specifically for Miss Lan. ”

Qi Jinwan nodded: "Let's go into the house and talk!"

The two of them walked into the lobby together, and after the guests and hosts sat down, Qi Jinwan asked, "Old Prime Minister, if there is anything, please say it directly!"

After Tang Zhengquan pondered for a moment, he said solemnly: "The eldest prince, according to the reports of his subordinates, recently, Miss Lan recruited a group of people to engage in intelligence processing for her, but I am no longer a director, and I run to Gongzi every day, I don't know if there is such a thing." ”

Qi Jinwan smiled and said, "Yes, there is indeed this matter, I asked Wudie to do this, is there any problem?"

Tang Zhengquan originally planned to sue, but he didn't expect to be on top of this eldest son, and generously admitted that it was his own doing, and it didn't matter to anyone else, how could he sue for this case.

Tang Zhengquan felt a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and said stubbornly: "The eldest prince, Lan Wudie is already unclean, the old minister and the king both hope that the eldest prince will have less contact with her, the eldest prince has already reached the age of marriage, the king has already arranged it for you, and there are several ladies of the court..."

Qi Jin stood up violently, the smile on his face disappeared, and said coldly: "Tang Xiang, please respect yourself, there is only the topic of leading troops to resist the enemy between me and you, as for other things, I don't bother you!"

Without waiting for Tang Zhengquan to explain anything, Qi Jinwan said coldly: "Don't let me hear any slander against Dancing Butterfly, otherwise, I will be unkind, hum!"

After that, he flicked his sleeves, ignored Tang Zhengquan, and turned around and entered the inner hall.

Tang Zhengquan was choked with a big red face, opened his mouth for a long time and didn't speak, and finally could only leave the lobby with a disappointed face, shaking his head as he walked, it seems that his own girl wants to marry the eldest son, and it is basically hopeless.

Guarding the camp outside the pass, on this day, the old sect master and his party were ushered in.

In addition to the old sect master, there was also a sloppy Taoist priest and a few disciples.

Mu Jinyun personally welcomed out of the barracks and took everyone into the big tent, the old sect master introduced everyone, the sloppy Taoist priest was the old sect master's uncle, a candle Taoist, and the rest of the people were the same generation brothers of the old sect master.

Among a group of people, the senior of the people who belong to the first candle is the highest, and when the others salute him, they are all performing the junior salutes, and the old Taoist accepts it calmly.

Only when Mu Jinyun greeted him, there was a little situation, and Brother Mu wanted to be polite, ready to pay homage to Lao Dao as a junior.

Unexpectedly, the first candle Taoist first looked at Mu Jinyun, then dodged and hid aside, and muttered: "Boy, don't hurt me, if you dare to worship me, I'll leave now, Lao Dao can't stand your worship, our brothers are polite, you call me Brother Dao, I just call you brother." ”

The old sect master's face turned red, and he secretly complained in his heart: "Uncle, what kind of song are you singing, you and my aunt call me brothers, so what should I say!"

Mu Jinyun felt that this old way was a little interesting, and he had a very good temper with himself, this lord was originally an informal person, and said casually: "Okay, old brother, please sit down, my brother won't see you outside." ”

The Candle Daoist replied, "Thank you, brother!"

After finishing speaking, he happily sat down in his seat, and raised Erlang's legs and shook there.

The old sect master felt even more embarrassed, and the senior brothers were also gloomy, but Mu Jinyun was overjoyed, and when he came to the fairy world, he finally met a normal person, this one-candle person, which reminded him of his hometown.

He didn't return to the main seat, so he sat down next to the candle man, and the two brothers no longer paid attention to others, and no one else chatted about homely things.

This chatter, the more you talk, the more speculative it becomes, the more you talk, the more you talk about it, and finally even your mother's legs and grandma's grandchildren are all brought out, and I just feel like I am old at first sight, and I hate to see each other late.

The more the two of them chatted, the hotter and hotter, and finally decided to kowtow on the spot, the old sect master waved his hand to the brother and the girl, and everyone rushed up, completely separated the two people, and resolutely stopped the occurrence of this nonsensical incident.

The two had no choice but to put the matter of worshipping the son back, and the old man complained: "Brother, it's been a long time since the vernacular, my brother is thirsty, drink it all the time!"

Mu Jinyun patted his head and responded with a smile: "Brother, brother, how can we get it, or don't drink tea, just get a bar!"

A candle Taoist took off a wine gourd from his waist, handed it to Mu Jinyun, and said with a smile: "Brother is not mistaken, brother is a real person, yes, just get wine, you help me fill this gourd!"

Mu Jinyun took the gourd, glanced at it casually, how much wine could it hold, called a personal guard, and handed the gourd to him.

"Go, fill this gourd, and then fetch dozens of jars of good wine. ”

The guard bowed down to receive the order, and walked out of the big tent with the gourd, and Mu Jinyun accompanied Lao Dao to continue chatting.

After waiting for a long time, the guard returned to the big tent, his expression was slightly embarrassed, he didn't dare to disturb Mu Jinyun, but found Gong Shaoxue, and whispered something back to her, Gong Shaoxue didn't say anything, just frowned, and kept looking at the old way.

Mu Jinyun's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the guard, he beckoned him to come over and asked, "Where is the gourd?"

The guard nervously handed the gourd up, and Mu Jinyun scolded: "Bastard, pour a drink, why did you go for so long?"

The guard said in a low voice: "King, there is something strange about this gourd, hundreds of jars of wine have been poured in, and it is not full, the quartermaster asks the king, do you want to continue to pour it?"

Mu Jinyun squinted at Lao Dao, shook the gourd in his ear, and sure enough, he only felt half of it, and couldn't help scolding in his heart: "Your mother, I'm here to fight the autumn wind, okay, you old bastard, count yourself ruthless!"

casually threw the gourd to Lao Dao, and said unceremoniously: "That's all, give it to you, love or not!"

Lao Dao pouted and said: "Brother is not real, I said that it was filled, why did I only fill it half, and I didn't believe it!"

Mu Jinyun scolded: "Pull it down, don't you want to have an old face, hundreds of jars of wine have been given to you, and you are not satisfied, how much to leave some for Lao Tzu!"

Lao Dao was not angry, he couldn't stop laughing, the old sect master was depressed, the more he said, the more he didn't like it, why did he still call himself Lao Tzu, you and my uncle talked about Lao Tzu, then what did I become.