Deep in Langxuan City, inside a building.

The building was built temporarily, not tall but quite large, and it was a place where the heads of the major departments of the West Sea held meetings in peacetime, and there was a residence in the rear for the current heads of Langxuan City to live in.

There is no law in Langxuan City, the personnel come from all over the world, and the background is either the Hongshan Gang, a giant of the rivers and lakes, or a prince like the kings, if you want everyone to obey the rules and obey the adjustment if something happens, you have to have a person with absolutely high prestige to sit here, otherwise this assembly will not be able to do it at all.

It was late at night, and the area around the clean and plain house was full of soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying guns.

In a courtyard at the back, two lanterns were hung, and a figure stood under the eaves, holding a paper in his hand to examine it carefully.

The figure is quite burly, wearing a black leather armor, looking like a general, but he is not wearing a helmet, his gray hair is tied up with a headband, his eyebrows are upturned and sharp like a sword, and in the center of the room behind him, there is also a long-handled glaive knife, the blade is engraved with a unicorn pattern, and it exudes a cold color in the light.

The territory of the Xihai tribes is too large, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and there are many high-ranking hermits, but Sima Yue, as the patriarch of the Gouchen tribe and the great grandmaster, is undoubtedly the contemporary controller of the Xihai tribes.

If it weren't for the warning of the Northern Liang court, I am afraid that now I have begun to form an alliance with the various ministries and begin to try to reintegrate the ten thousand ministries and become the new king of the Northwest Royal Court.

Sima Yue is nearly sixty years old, and when it comes to his life, it can also be called a big ups and downs - he was born in the Gouchen Department since he was a child, when the Northwest Royal Court was still there, he was the grandson of the Great Sima of the Dynasty, and his family controlled the main force of the Northwest Royal Court, and his background was comparable to Wang Chihu in the capital of the Great Wei Dynasty.

In order to unite and consider, Sima Yue went to the palace at the age of six to study and learn art with the last king of Tianlang, and the master was the king of Tianlang.

When he was in his twenties, his brother, who had grown up together since childhood, became the new king of Tianlang, and he also put on armor and became the great Sima of the Northwest Royal Court.

Later, the Northwest Royal Court collapsed, and Sima Yue was also downtrodden for a while, but the foundation of the Gou Chen Department was still there, and it didn't take many years to regain a firm foothold; Without the King of Tianlang, the Gou Chen Department regained the position of the strongest tribe in the West Sea, and Sima Yue entered the Great Grandmaster with his extraordinary skills, and his status was even higher than in the past.

But Sima Yue did not have the prestige of King Tianlang, after all, he could have his current status because he needed an obedient person to be the leader of the Xihai tribes in the Northern Liang, and did not focus on suppressing him, not that he won the hearts and minds of the major departments by his ability.

After looking at the paper for a moment, Sima Yue put it in his sleeve and spoke in front of the door:

"Aaron, come in."

Pedal Pedal –

Soon, a man in his thirties walked in quickly from outside the door, walked up to him and said:

"Dad, do you have orders?"

Sima Yue stood with his hands in his hands, was silent for a moment, and said:

"King Liang's son will arrive in the next two days, and the residence will be arranged in the area of the porcelain building, and when the time comes, the people who patrol and watch nearby will be transferred away, so as not to disturb the distinguished guests."

"Huh?"

When Sima Long heard this, he was obviously a little puzzled, but he didn't ask much, nodded and said:

"Understood. By the way, Dad, it seems that the Winter Hades Department is privately sending someone to inquire about clues about the imprisoned dragon miasma. The imprisoned dragon miasma was sold to Lu Jieyun, and was taken to kill the Great Wei Emperor, but he lost his hand after hearing rumors. How could the Winter Hades suddenly find out about this? ”

Sima Yue frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said:

"The Winter Underworld has always been interested in this strange poison, probably because they heard the news of the Great Wei Capital and sent someone to investigate. You don't have to worry about arranging your own business. ”

"Yes......"

……

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Langxuan City, as a trading market of all countries, is full of rare and rare objects that are rare in other places, not only there are normal local specialties, but also many 'scientific and technological products' researched by ghosts in Beiliang, such as tools such as clairballs, as well as strange hidden weapons such as rainstorm pear flower needles.

I walked around the night terror hall for a long time, and even saw a 'sundial' at a stall.

Its shape is a small plate larger than the copper coin, brass texture, both sides are embedded with crystal stones with high transparency, the front is engraved with twelve hours and scales, there is a miniature carved gold toad sticking out its tongue, pointing to the hour, still slowly rotating; On the back is a compass, so you can't see any seams in the whole stitching, and you can't find the place where you want to wind it, so the structure is extremely exquisite.

Night Terror stopped in front of the stall, picked up the little sundial and looked at it a few times, and then looked at the sky, and was quite surprised:

"Can this thing keep spinning?"

Sitting in the stall was a middle-aged businessman who looked quite a philistine, shaking the fan that had been passed down from Jiangzhou in the Great Wei River, and said proudly:

"There's a mechanism inside, and it won't stop when you walk around with it, as long as you don't fall around, you can use it to send you away."

"Who made this thing?"

"This thing is one of the four saints, Zhongsun Jin, personally developed, built by the disciples in the door, and the name of the craftsman is engraved below, such as a fake exchange. If you are interested, you will be given a personal price, one hundred taels of silver, and if there is a problem in the future, you can come to Yanjing Wanbaolou and help you contact the craftsman for free. ”

“……”

Night Terror Hall took the copper sundial, and felt that this thing was indeed of great use, although a hundred taels of silver was not a small amount, but he still bought one for silver.

After Xuanji Zhenren left the stall, he took the little sundial and played with it, quipping:

"The material of this thing is not unusual, it sells for a maximum of ten taels of silver in the capital of Beiliang, and it is really rich."

"The value of this thing is not the material, but the idea, I really didn't expect someone in Beiliang to study this thing."

After the Night Terror Hall walked for a while, he asked:

"Zhongsun Jin is one of the Four Saints of Northern Liang, and he still engages in these?"

"Zhongsun Jin is rumored to be a disciple of the Mo family, not only his martial arts are unfathomable, but his institutional attainments are unparalleled in the world. Fan Jiuniang can get this kind of simple object, I guess it's not his old man's handiwork, it's just an apprentice of Qianjimen who got it casually. ”

"Oh......"

Night Terror Hall nodded, and wanted to take his little baby back, but found that Xuanji Zhenren had seen it a few times, so he took the little sundial into his arms, and said very politely:

"Lend me two days to play, the night boy shouldn't mind, right?"

Night Terror couldn't stretch his hand into Xuanji Zhenren's arms, so naturally he didn't mind, but just admonished:

"Be careful, if it breaks down, you can help me take it to Yanjing for repair."

"Got it."

The two of them wandered around the streets, although the Night Terror Hall maintained a superior demeanor, thinking that they were just going around with Xuanji's real people, but there were too many things in Langxuan City to attract men, especially a bookstall that sold miscellaneous books from Beiliang, all of which were brand new versions that they had never seen at all.

When Night Terror Hall passed by the bookstall and shook his hands, he didn't know how much perseverance it took to resist the urge and pick it up and flip through it in front of him.

Fortunately, Xuanji Zhenren knew the little hobby of Night Terror, and at this time, it did not prevent Night Terror Hall from pursuing his own little hobby, and deliberately took the bird to a stall selling bird cages to take a look:

"Boss, is there a big cage that can hold it?"

"Tsk?!"

……

The Night Terror Hall took this opportunity to come to the bookstore and selected a few idle books that seemed to be well written.

The two of them went around like this, and walked around for nearly half an hour before they turned a small part of Langxuan City, and the birds were hungry.

Seeing that it was getting late, the Night Terror Hall turned back with Xuanji Zhenren, and first had a full meal at the hump meat stall to satisfy the birds' small thoughts, and then returned to the Winter Hades station.

The central area where the Winter Hades Department is located belongs to the territory of the big tribes, and there is no small business, and the market has been closed in the second half of the night, leaving only a few warriors to patrol around the stations of the various tribes.

Under the leadership of the Winter Hades tribesmen, the Night Terror Hall came to the resting tent, and found that Queen Fan really held a grudge, and did not treat Xuanji Zhenren as a guest at all, and the tent arranged was very gorgeous, but there was a big bed inside, and then a blanket was made in the corner, which was the maid's residence.

Xuanji Zhenren entered the tent and saw the carefully prepared arrangement, and was a little dissatisfied:

"You're a guest, how can she let you sleep on the floor, it's really not a bit of hospitality."

"Huh?"

Night Terror Hall originally wanted to help Queen Fan explain two sentences, but when she heard this, she was stunned and wanted to say something, but it seemed that it was meaningless to say anything, so she nodded and said:

"It's fine. I don't pick a place to sleep, it's not early, let's rest early. ”

So saying, he went into the big tent, fetched the candles, and sat down on the floor.

Seeing this, Xuanji Zhenren came to the bed slowly and looked at it:

"The bed is quite big, and you don't have any ideas if you sleep two people, so you don't have any ideas?"

The bed made by the night terror, in the face of this ridicule, just said casually:

"If Fairy Lu feels uncomfortable sleeping in the bed, we can change it, and you can make a bunk."

Xuanji Zhenren saw that the night terror hall was not suited, so he didn't say anything, and turned around and walked out again:

"You sleep in the bed, I'll go sleep with Fan Qinghe's mother-in-law, dare me to make a bunk on the floor......"

Night Terror Hall turned his head after a pause: "In other people's territory, you still have to have someone to help, you still have to be a little awe-inspiring, and the fight is heard by your subordinates, Miss Fan has no face."

"I know measure."

After Xuanji Zhenren finished speaking, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

Night Terror Hall was quite helpless, there was no way to take Xuanji Zhenren, so forget it, and after Xuanji Zhenren's footsteps were far away, he took out the book from his arms, sat upright, turned a page seriously, and muttered softly:

"The Secret History of Cleopatra continues...... Dare to love and turn the Queen Mother to Beiliang......"

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The giant tent in the center of the station is the temporary residence of the Winter Hades.

The front is the hall for hospitality, and the back is separated by a curtain wall, which is the place where Fan Qinghe sleeps on weekdays.

At this time, the lights behind the big tent were on, Fan Qinghe ran around outside for a whole year, and he couldn't even eat well when he was chased by Xuanji Zhenren, and after coming back, he went to the capital non-stop, but he was locked up in prison again, and it can be said that he didn't have a day of leisure.

At this time, after returning from a long journey, Fan Qinghe could finally relax, sitting at the large desk, studying the Qimen medicine he was most interested in, wearing a tulle nightdress, his plump figure looming, and his face was still covered with a white mask prepared by himself.

While fiddling with the medicine, Fan Qinghe was also thinking about the next arrangement.

Fan Qinghe didn't have the intention of being an empress, but the clan paid tribute every year, suffered from the bullying and poverty of the Northern Liang court, and must rebel now in order to change.

Originally, she wanted to reproduce the Tianlang Pearl, use it to take her martial arts to the next level, and thus become the boss of the Xihai tribes, but this road seems to be difficult to go through at present.

And the next thing is to assist the Night Terror Hall, and let the Night Terror Hall be the leader to raise the banner of rebellion.

But the question now is how to make the Night Terror Hall think of itself as a member of the Western Sea Tribes, and take the initiative to think about recreating the glory of the Northwest Royal Court.

Based on Fan Qinghe's observation these days, he found that the night terror hall was almost flawless, and it seemed to be just a little lustful.

The beauties of the West Sea are like clouds, but even she, in terms of identity and status, can't tie with King Jing, she uses beauty tricks, and if the Empress of Great Wei also uses it, she estimates that she has to play herself as a dowry for night terrors.

Moreover, the Winter Underworld and the Night Late Department have been in-laws for generations, and the Late Winter Department has married a princess, and the daughter of the Winter Underworld Department has also married a princess; In case the night is the son of King Tianlang, I'm afraid this generation will be a little messy......

While thinking wildly, Fan Qinghe's ears suddenly moved slightly, and a familiar sense of crisis came to his heart.

Hula~

Fan Qinghe's face changed slightly, and the moment he turned around, he saw a white shadow flashing in from the outside with lightning speed, holding her who was just about to get up.

Fan Qinghe's clothes were pressed on the stool without covering his body, and his eyes were burning with anger:

"Witch, you're sick, aren't you? Why again? ”

Xuanji Zhenren didn't pay attention to this, looked down and found the mask, and raised his eyebrows:

"What's on your face, why do you wipe it like a female ghost in the middle of the night?"

Fan Qinghe struggled a few times, and found that he couldn't get rid of it, and he was a little loveless:

"If you want me to give you something to nourish your face. If you don't sleep at night, why are you running to me? ”

Xuanji Zhenren carefully looked at the mask and smiled:

"I can't sleep on the floor, so I came to you to rub the bed. Your outfit is quite chic, specially prepared for hooking up with men? ”

"If you can't sleep, I'll arrange another room for you, if you do this again, I'll call the guards, this is my territory, and there are more than a thousand thugs outside......"

"What's the use of having a lot of people? The dignified Winter Hades King, there is no one to sleep at night, it's too shabby~"

“……”

Fan Qinghe really couldn't do anything about this demon girl, so he let Xuanji Zhenren hold it, and continued to fiddle with the medicine, just as if there was a pendant behind it that didn't exist at all.

Xuanji Zhenren teased for a moment, and then put her cold hand on the translucent nightdress, and tossed it on the white ball.

Knock knock~

Finding that Fan Qinghe ignored her, Xuanji Zhenren was a little bored, so she let go of her hand, picked up the bottles and cans on the table and looked at them, and leaned over to her nose and sniffed it:

"Yo...... The blood clotted, and it was a strange poison that worked on me for two quarters of an hour last time...... What kind of poison is this, it smells so strong......"

？？

Fan Qinghe saw that the Qimen poison she prepared was smelled by this demon girl as a sachet, and she felt greatly insulted, gritted her teeth and said:

"You dare to touch the poisoner's bottles and cans? If something happens, I don't have time to save you. ”

"I've already practiced the Fire Bath Diagram, how did you poison me?"

Xuanji's real buttocks were pillowed on the edge of the desk, and she searched among the many bottles and cans, and found a small red bottle, which was written 'like a dream', and the position was also eye-catching, and she said curiously:

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Fan Qinghe talked about his masterpiece, and his eyes showed a little pride:

"This medicine is a unique secret that can make people see what they think in their hearts, it's very fun, and it's not a poison that doesn't hurt the body, the fire map shouldn't work, do you dare to smell it?"

Xuanji Zhenren was suspicious and hooked his hand:

"Give me the antidote first."

"Aren't you afraid? What is the antidote? ”

"Be prepared. Give me the antidote, and I promise not to bully you for three days. ”

？？

Fan Qinghe sat up straight for a few moments, and was about to speak, when he found that the demon girl was about to put the medicine bottle on her nose, and hurriedly raised her hand:

"Okay, you're amazing!"

"That's right......"

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Yesterday's has been made up for tomorrow's update, or in the afternoon or evening.,It's too long to stay up today.or2!

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