In the imperial city, the Zongren Mansion, the House of Elders, the old man looked at the divination on the ground, pinched his fingers, and reasoned about who the person who had repeatedly peeped into the palace was.

"Big metal birds flying in the sky, small machine cars, alleys, a mysterious and unfathomable consciousness like an abyss······"

Eventually, the old man opened his eyes, but his eyes became more and more confused.

But it was the layers of control that made him try his best, and he didn't know who the final controller was, and he was confused at this time.

Zhou Yang asked Lucy to control the car, and Lucy strengthened the relay station through the signal not far away, and increased the difficulty of divination through layers of control.

It's like tracking the ID of a hacker, but you find that the hacker is crazy through the meat machine, controlling layer by layer, and it is extremely difficult to track it, and in the end you can only watch the hacker disappear and can't be chased anymore.

In the end, the old man said in a deep voice: "Continue to strengthen the guards of the imperial city!" ”

Dingxiang Building,

A brother's voice made Zhou Yang raise his head and look at the young man with red lips and white teeth in front of the table.

"Brother Tai, below is Jia Baoyu, the Mansion of Rongguo, and Brother Tai seems to have seen it somewhere."

Jia Baoyu's excuse for accosting is very old-fashioned in Zhou Yang's opinion.

"Zhou Yang, Ziwenhe, a native of Tongzhou, is currently living in the Zhenbei General's Mansion."

Zhou Yang stood up and said to Jia Baoyu.

For Rongguo Mansion and Ning Guofu, Zhou Yang came to Shangjing City, and it was already thunderous for a few days.

However, relatively speaking, although Rongguofu is a hereditary duke and his ancestors are rich, compared with an upstart like Zhenbei General's Mansion who holds real power, although his status is noble, his power in the DPRK and China is not as good as before, and he has the feeling of Ribo Xishan.

It's just that at present, Jia Baoyu's sister Jia Yuanchun has sealed the concubine, and the Rongguo Mansion is considered to be cooking oil on fire, and it is the time when flowers are blooming.

"As soon as I saw Brother Wen He, I felt familiar, and I felt like I had been friends for a long time, as if I had seen it in a dream."

Jia Baoyu said as he sat down opposite Zhou Yang, not at all, but a pair of eyes, extraordinarily sincere, as if what he said was what he thought in his heart.

Zhou Yang didn't think of a way to enter the palace at this time, thinking that Jia Baoyu's sister Jia Yuanchun was also a concubine in the palace, so he couldn't help but chat with Jia Baoyu for a while.

Unexpectedly, Jia Baoyu turned out to be very interesting, and it was very compatible when chatting about the sky.

He was originally a detached character, not worldly, in a place like Rongguo Mansion full of etiquette, but he often challenged the shackles of etiquette between words and deeds.

"A beautiful man like Brother Wen and Brother is really not like those worldly dirty and smelly clay figures, even his thoughts are so different!"

Jia Baoyu was very happy in her heart.

In the words of Wen and his brothers, he found theoretical support, and deep down he gave birth to a spirit of rebellion against feudal etiquette.

"What's wrong? Brother Baoyu, do you have something on your mind? ”

Zhou Yang saw Jia Baoyu's suddenly excited face, and not only asked.

"Brother Wenhe, I can't hide it, I came here because I got married soon, and I just came here to borrow wine to drown my sorrows. Now, listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years.

I'm going to make the decisions about my own destiny!

I invite this table of wine today, and I will do a good job in the future, please Brother Wenhe! ”

After talking about it, Jia Baoyu was already familiar with Zhou Yang at first sight.

He gently spit out the sorrow in his heart, stood up, said a wordless without a head, and left.

If Zhou Yang didn't know Jia Baoyu's plot, he really couldn't understand what Jia Baoyu meant.

In the following time, Zhou Yang thought of a lot of ways to try to sneak into the palace.

Including the time of the Great Xia World, the ant-sized chips were hidden in the team that went out of the palace to buy, and they were easily judged by the formation and were about to be shattered.

But five days later, when he was in the general's mansion, shaking his red wine glass, basking in the sun, and eating pork shop, Li Luoluo came with a bright invitation.

"The invitation sent by the housekeeper of the Rongguo Mansion said that it was personally arranged for you by the prince of Baoyu. Brother Zhou, when did you meet Baoyu Shizi? ”

Li Luoluo sent the invitation to Zhou Yang and asked curiously.

"I met in a restaurant a few days ago."

Zhou Yang opened the invitation and saw that it was an invitation for Jia Baoyu and Xue Baochai to get married, and the date was three days later.

"It seems that Jia Baoyu still hasn't escaped his original fate."

"That's normal, too. Jia Baoyu was originally indecisive, and as a Shenying attendant, he went down to earth, which was himself a tribulation, how could he break free from fate so easily. ”

Zhou Yang put away the invitation and said, "Three days later, Luo Luo, you and I will go to the appointment." ”

"Yes, yes!"

Li Luoluo nodded again and again, happy.

Three days later,

The lights in front of Rongguo's Mansion are bright, and the gorgeous carriages in front of the street are crowded.

In front of Jiafu, people come and go, traffic is busy, and carts of gifts keep pulling into the house.

On this day, Jiafu is worthy of being a veteran aristocrat that has been inherited for a hundred years, cooking oil with fire, blooming with flowers, and the entire Shangjing City is paying attention to the liveliness of Jiafu.

Stepping into Jiafu, there are small and medium-sized people in their own mansions to lead the way.

Compared with the Zhenbei General's Mansion, the Jia Mansion is undoubtedly more sufficient.

The pavilion and water pavilion, the corridor waist is back, the eaves are high and pecked, there are red walls and green tiles, and the moon gate corridor changes the scenery step by step.

When I see the plaque, there is the emperor's imperial pen, and there is everyone's pen and ink.

The luxury in the house is by no means imaginable to ordinary people.

Li Luoluo also came to Jiafu for the first time, and his little head turned left and right, and he was also amazed by the luxury of Jiafu.

Under the guidance of the little maid, I soon arrived at the house.

At this time, a phoenix blows and blows, red colors are hung everywhere, and the main guests are all smiling, which is festive.

Jia Baoyu listened to Sister Feng's words, thinking that her struggle had achieved results, and she was going to marry her beloved Lin Daiyu, and her face was also full of joy and red light, so she was waiting to get married.

On the throne, his eyes caught a glimpse of Zhou Yang's arrival, and he bowed his hand to Zhou Yang happily.

Zhou Yang also returned the salute, and under the warm atmosphere, Baoyu and Xue Baochai, who was covered with a red hijab, went back to the cave room.

"Baoyu Shizi and Miss Xue are really talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven!"

"The son of Baoyu, according to legend, was born with a title of jade, and he is a god in the sky, and the old lady loves him very much. This time I got married, I'm afraid that the happiest person is the old lady. ”

Zhou Yang said a word to Lin Luoluo, who was eating the banquet, left the banquet, walked to the thatched house, made a stealth decision, swept his mind, and walked towards the Xiaoxiang Pavilion where Lin Daiyu was.

Weeping blood, dripping tears, red as beads, drooping crisis.

When Zhou Yang walked into the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the crying had gradually disappeared.

"Miss Lin, go."

Zijuan held Lin Daiyu's gradually cold body and cried.

"People die and their dreams are gone, and they still go to the Immortal Pavilion to be a pearl."

With a soft sigh, there were pink petals floating in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and a jade boy came in the wind, and landed in front of the door, and with a wave of her hand, Miss Lin disappeared on the bed.

The purple juan and the others, seeing the jade boy stepping on the wind, like a fairy, disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye, leaving only a thin layer of petals on the ground.

"Mission accomplished: 55."