Zilanxuan.

Han Fei sat in the simple and elegant upstairs room, not only him, but also Zinu, Wei Zhuang, and Lang Yu.

In the past few days, he has been busy consulting the classics of the past, and Han Fei always feels that there are definitely things that he ignores between the forces that exist in Xinzheng now.

Fortunately, I finally found a useful clue.

Liu Yi's death involved the past of Baiyue more than ten years ago, and Mr. Zheng, who showed his talent, actually involved the secrets of a hundred years ago. The cause and effect of the past continue in Xinzheng, and Han Fei doesn't know whether this is good or bad for the stormy South Korea.

Sitting in front of the eucalyptus, the air in Zilanxuan was still sweeter, shaking his head, he said casually, "After so many days, why is Zilanxuan still so deserted?"

When he walked in before, he didn't see as many customers as he had when he first came.

Hearing this, the purple girl's charming face still had a surging smile, making it difficult to see what she was thinking, and she slowly shook her head, "This is thanks to Mr. Zheng."

Since the rumors of Zilanxuan came out, business has never lived up to its previous boom. After all, if you taste bad seafood, the consequences can be very serious, and seafood merchants have strict requirements for the quality of seafood.

Han Fei raised his eyebrows lightly, he didn't come out for a few days, and he didn't hear Zi Nu take the initiative to mention Zi Lanxuan's difficulties.

"If he doesn't say yes, will he help with this?" Han Fei asked.

Liu Yi's death has been decided, and it has nothing to do with "eating bad seafood", Zilanxuan's situation has indeed improved, but the business still can't be compared with before. But people tend to trust what they see, and they may be able to ignore the installation risks, but they must not let the real machine and the risks get involved.

At this, the purple girl smiled lightly, "But he didn't say when he would help."

This feeling of being hung all the time is not beautiful.

"The Purple Girl didn't ask?" Han Fei raised his head, looked at her and said.

He didn't think that Zheng Ze would perfunctory them in this matter.

The purple girl shook her head, the purple hair on the side of her face swaying slightly, "Lang Yu asked, and he said that now is not the time. Don't talk about this, why didn't Mr. Zhang Liang come this time?"

The woman beside Zheng Ze who was so beautiful that she didn't seem to be talking was gone, so Zilanxuan had been especially frequent in the past few days.

didn't ask in person, but asked Lang Yu to speak, because he never paid when he came to Zilanxuan to consume, but every account was written down by Zi Nu, and she was going to ask for it next time she saw him.

It's not that she has no choice, it's just that the method proposed by Zheng Ze can not only solve Zilanxuan's predicament, but also make Zilanxuan's influence go to a higher level. For a better future, she kept enough patience.

Han Fei glanced at the quiet and elegant Lang Yu next to him, in his eyes, this is also a rare good girl. Feeling watched, Lang Yu, who was debugging the guqin, raised his head and nodded at this noble son.

After smiling back, Han Fei retracted his gaze and replied, "Mr. Fu Nian of Confucianism has visited, and the ovary is welcoming guests in the mansion today."

Hearing this, a hint of discoloration flashed in the purple girl's eyes, she knew who Confucianism was here for, "Why didn't the Ninth Prince go to meet his fellow disciples?"

….

Han Fei shook his head, the Confucian people did not come to him, but went to visit Zhang Kaidi, and the meaning expressed was obvious. For the internal affairs of Korea, Confucianism itself has no intention of interfering, and he is already a very popular minister and does not need the help of Confucianism.

"I haven't seen that sect leader and disciple many times, and Xinzheng hasn't been so lively for a long time!" He sighed.

At this time, Wei Zhuang, who had been holding a wine bottle, standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside, suddenly spoke.

"While it is lively, it is often overlooked the dangers that lurk behind it." His voice was as cold as ever.

Hearing his voice, Han Fei slowly put away his relaxed expression and nodded, "Brother Wei Zhuang is right, what do you think he will do?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhuang turned his head, his gaze was always calm and sharp, "No matter what he does, he can't keep what he has, if he loses it, danger will follow!"

Regarding Wei Zhuang's opinion, Han Fei agrees.

Confucianism, Taoism, and Mo all came for paper, and it is not difficult to see that they attach great importance to this object, which is why there is no big movement at night. But this attention also confirms their desire to win, compared with the huge hundred schools, Zheng Ze threw away the aura of paper and strategy, in fact, he is just a small person with a weak force and a little fame.

Previously, he dared to poke Zheng Ze secretly in the palace at night, but once there was no influence of the hundred schools, the result was self-evident.

"Brother Wei Zhuang is also waiting for this moment?" Han Fei asked with a smile.

Raising his head, Wei Zhuang glanced at him and did not answer.

When the aura fades and there is no way to take advantage of the situation, Zheng Ze's situation will be very dangerous, and the best choice at that time is to rely on a force, and quicksand is a good choice.

Although they wanted to go together, Wei Zhuang and Han Fei's purpose was not the same. The moment he saw Zheng Ze, he remembered the past.

Lang Yu listened to their conversation, and on Wen Ning's delicate face, Dai frowned slightly.

What they mean is that Zheng Ze will be in danger?

……

Zheng Ze, who was in the vortex of danger, swung his sword over and over again in the courtyard, and the internal breath after the fifth layer required several times the accumulation of the previous one, although Flame Spirit Ji had been amazed by his talent, but Zheng Ze still felt that it was not enough.

The fourth stage of the puppet was about to be accelerated, and he was looking forward to the last effect.

Not far from him, Yan'er walked to the pole where the clothes were dried, and two stools were placed there.

Place the barrel on one of the stools, step on the other yourself, and dry the laundry in the bucket on the pole. It can be seen that the clothes bought by Zheng Ze on her body are stained with many water stains.

Zheng Ze didn't stop the little guy's behavior of trying to show his value, but just told her to be careful.

Probably because of her mother's strength, Zheng Ze found that Yan'er's strength was much greater than that of children of the same age.

Putting down the sword in his hand, Zheng Ze let out a breath of turbidity, and he didn't continue, because his keen perception had already told him that someone was coming.

"I really admire you, the sword is pointed at the neck, and you are still so leisurely." On the eaves of the wall, an ink-colored crow is especially conspicuous during the day.

….

He glanced at him, and Zheng Ze just said, "If you think this sword can be a threat to me, you won't come to trade with me."

Mo Crow smiled lightly and did not refute, he has been coming over every day recently, and now there are too many eyes in this city focused on this, and the night is in control of Zheng Ze's every move.

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As the flames licked the pages, the handwriting on them was swallowed up.

Before it was all turned to ashes, it could be seen that the fragment read, "It's okay today, Zilanxuan listens to the music."

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