Fu Sixuan's beautiful jade face turned pale with a hint of shame in an instant, and this cold voice reminded her of the scene in the underground secret room of Qinglong Hall, and the feeling of suffocation came to her heart again.

Her sweet voice trembled a little at this time, "I, I, big, big, adult, I thought you were tired and wanted to help you pinch your shoulders." ”

Xu Fan also sensed the coldness in his tone, raised his hand slightly, and his voice returned to calm, "You are the third lady of the Fu family, just do your own thing, you don't need to do anything else." ”

"Alright, you go back first. In the past few days, I won't use Jingyue Garden, and I will be a real third lady of the Fu family. ”

Fu Sixuan said "um", withdrew her hands stiffly, hid in her sleeve robe, turned around and left the pavilion, and disappeared outside the hanging flower door at the corner of the bluestone path by the lake.

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In the north of Jinling City, the rolling canal runs down the river. Several magnificent building ships are waving flags, and two large flags are erected on the bow of the ship, and the dry characters on one of the big flags are ironized and silver hooks, fluttering in the wind.

The other flag is written with the word Mu, which is vigorous and powerful.

A group of Diaoyutai monks on the boat were straight, with their right hands pressed on their waists, staring at every move on the canal with fierce eyes.

Several lofts with arches and cornices are located on the building boats, lined up, and the highest attic in the middle is a four-storey building, standing on which you can overlook the whole building ship, and the scenery on both sides of the canal can be seen at a glance.

In the attic, a scarlet lantern hangs from the octagon, and the tassels swaying in the wind, and occasionally a chamberlain dressed in purple replaces the burnt candle within.

At the highest point of the attic, the double-layer carved wooden door is closed, and there are several silver-veined fish bags patrolling back and forth on the verandah outside, and no blind spot can escape the perception of the silver-veined fish bag.

The canal is sparkling, and the sunlight reflects into the carved wooden doors, scattering a golden glow.

The quiet room was dim, except for a few horned copper oil lamps swaying slightly on the rows of pear blossom wooden shelves.

Heavy drapery on the carved windows blocks out the golden sunlight outside.

In the middle of the quiet room, on a low couch, the well-dressed Mu Yunliang sat cross-legged, his hands folded on his laps, his eyes slightly closed.

Ever since he left Shenjing, the Grand Governor of Diaoyutai has been sitting quietly in the attic at the highest point of the ship, and no one dares to disturb him.

Because he was the governor of Diaoyutai in the imperial court of Daqian, he was in charge of thousands of fish bags, including their lives.

In addition, this Grand Governor also has an identity, the Grand Monk. Emperor Longxing's most trusted monk is also the eye of the night of Emperor Longxing.

From top to bottom, there are eight floors in this building, and there are several silver-patterned fish bags at each time, and on the highest floor, there are a total of eight silver-patterned fish bags.

These silver-patterned fish bags are masters who can be in charge of a fang market in the Divine Kyoto, and there are many people who can almost enter the ranks of great monks, and at least twenty cyclone holes have been opened up in their bodies.

There is only a thin line away from a true Great Monk.

Mu Yunliang is burly, sitting on a low couch, he is also extraordinary, and a pair of sword eyebrows are under the faint candle flame, which shows his heroic face even more.

At this time, he was like a clay statue, not moving at all, even if the building boat encountered strong winds and waves, Mu Yunliang's body was as stable as Mount Tai, immovable.

"You're here?"

Mu Yunliang didn't open his mouth, but his voice still sounded in the quiet room.

The doors and windows did not move, and even the drapery that reached the ground on all sides did not change at all, but only shook slightly with the shaking of the building ship, echoing the way they should be shaking, without any abnormality.

Looking at Mu Yunliang, who was sitting on a low couch, dressed in purple clothes, and wearing a brocade robe with a five-clawed python pattern lightly embroidered on the placket. There was an inaudible sigh from the quiet room.

I don't know when, a black mist appeared directly opposite Mu Yunliang, and a vague figure appeared in the mist, his facial features were blurred, and he couldn't see his face at all, and he could only vaguely see that it was an old man with a rickety figure.

If it weren't for that sigh, it would be impossible to tell the difference between a man and a woman.

"You guys made such a big move in Guangling Mansion, have you figured out how to end it?" Mu Yunliang's voice sounded again in the quiet room, subtle, erratic, and without half emotion.

The black mist flew around the couch and blew out a few copper oil lamps, making the light in the quiet room even more dim, almost indistinguishable from night.

The person in that black fog was none other than the traitor in the mouth of the Great Qian Imperial Court, the number one thief in the Yin-Yang Gate, and the master of the Yin-Yang Gate.

Unfortunately, no one knows who he really is, not even male or female.

Because, every time he appeared, it was a black fog, appearing in the night.

It's impossible to tell whether he's here or not.

It is precisely because of this that the five great families in Jiangnan are willing to secretly support the Yin and Yang Sect, and only if it is dangerous enough can their interests be guaranteed.

In the eyes of the secret agents of Diaoyutai, the Yinyangmen are heinous traitors, and the Yinyangmen masters are even more traitors.

Some people say that after he crossed the border, he was full of bones, murderous, and murderous.

Some people also say that he is a remnant of the previous dynasty, who has lived for more than 100 years, and is a real old monster.

Some people even say that he is the last generation of the great sacrificial wine of the Yin-Yang Academy, but a wisp of obsession remains in the world, becoming a black fog, floating in the world.

It is also the interweaving of various rumors that gives the Yin Yang Gate in Daqian, those big families, and the kings of the towns and clans in various places have a chance to save their lives.

Otherwise, the two dynasties of Daqian Taizu and Taizong will definitely be weakened, and even those vassal kings with different surnames will not escape the fate of cutting the domain.

It is precisely because of the master of the Yin and Yang Sect that Daqian Taizu could not turn a blind eye before he died, and Taizong was even assassinated and died.

The princes of the Great Qianman Dynasty and the vassal kings of various places were secretive about Taizong's death, and it was not until Emperor Longxing ascended the throne that some secrets came out, and the spearhead was still pointed at the Yin and Yang Gate.

It's just that no one in the world can imagine that the most trusted person of Emperor Qianlongxing, Mu Yunliang, the governor of Diaoyutai who is known as the eye of the night, will be alone in the same room with the master of the Yin and Yang Gate, and the distance between the two can even be said to be close.

"How?" Mu Yunliang frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a touch of displeasure in his eyebrows.

A hoarse voice came out of the black mist, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a male voice or a female voice. "I have already sent Zuo Protector to Guangling Mansion in person, and there is no one and nothing that can escape his eyes."

"As for the Xu family, since it has failed. Then you might as well completely mess up Jiangnan, why not? ”

"Why not!?" Mu Yunliang's eyes opened suddenly, and a pair of dark and deep pupils stared at the erratic black mist in front of him, and his eyes were full of thick warnings. "Jiangnan Province is the foundation of the Great Cadres, and there must be no chaos."

"What's the matter with me? The agreement between us was made long ago. I don't owe you anything. But the secret of the Xu family is something that we must get in the Yin Yang Academy. There was a mocking laugh from the black mist, loud and loud, resounding throughout the ashram.

The curtains in the ashram were shaken by the laughter, and even the horned copper oil lamps were shaken to slide on the wooden shelves and crash against the walls of the ashram.

Even so, the silver-veined fish bags and other fishing platform spies wandering on the verandah outside the quiet room did not find the slightest clue.

Outside, there was not a single sound in the quiet room.

Mu Yunliang's eyes were cold, his right hand stretched out like lightning, and a slight palm wind slapped out, scattering the black mist in front of him.

There was a terrible roar in the black mist, and in the dark quiet room, the black mist turned into countless messy fragments, flying wildly in the quiet room, rushing through the curtains, floating over the pillars, passing the dim candle flames on the copper oil lamps, and bypassing the four corners of the low couch.

Bursts of howls came from different directions in the quiet room, making it impossible to tell how many sounds and how many sounds appeared in the quiet room.

There were old men, old women, children, teenagers, women, and even strange voices that people couldn't distinguish.

It's like all kinds of phases, and people can't tell the difference at all.

Mu Yunliang turned a blind eye to the ghost crying wolf howl in the quiet room, just closed his eyes slightly, and put his right hand back on his lap again.

"Don't install it anymore, I haven't even used half of the gas engine. Who are you pretending to show it to? ”

A breeze blew through the quiet room, and the scattered black mist slowly gathered together, floating in front of Mu Yunliang again, with two humanoid arms in the depths, clapping their hands in front of the black mist and laughing, this time it was an old woman's dry voice, "What, I just want the Grand Governor to feel the pleasure of slapping the Great Monk to death, isn't it possible?" ”

"Don't play tricks, you know, I can't kill you." Mu Yunliang's disdainful voice came from the quiet room, with a slight hint of mockery.

"What? Isn't it your wish to kill a great monk? I just happened to satisfy you, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? The voice in the black mist changed again, this time it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

Hearing this voice, the corners of Mu Yunliang's mouth twitched slightly, and his right hand suddenly slapped forward again, and a strong wind swept through the entire quiet room.

Whether it was the curtains hanging in front of the windows, or the curtains that reached the ground all around, or the animal horn copper oil lamps and rows of pear blossom wood shelves in the quiet room, they were all shattered into powder.

And the black fog was completely dispersed, and it could no longer form a black fog the size of a fingernail.

Mu Yunliang stood up, staring at the dark quiet room with gloomy eyes, and his voice was cold as if it came from the depths of the ice of ten thousand years, "If you dare to use his voice again, I will completely eradicate your Yin and Yang Sect and see how you face the teacher after you die." ”

The black fog did not let out all kinds of screams and screams this time, and only Mu Yunliang's cold and piercing voice remained in the quiet room.

There was silence for a long time, and in the dark quiet room, a very small black fog appeared again out of nowhere, so small that it could not be seen by the naked eye.

But at the moment when that black fog formed, a pair of deep, cold eyes locked onto the black mist.

"Good, good. I promise you. The voice of a two- or three-year-old child came from the tiny black mist.

"This is the last warning!" Mu Yunliang threw off his sleeve robe and walked towards the door of the quiet room.

"Why don't we join forces again? This time he will definitely not be allowed to escape! There was a hint of eagerness in the voice of the three-year-old child in the black fog, for fear that Mu Yunliang would turn around and leave.

"The Xu family is the Xu family of the Great Qian, and the things of the Xu family should also be His Majesty's. I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. ”

Mu Yunliang stood at the door, put his hands on the wooden bolt at the door, pondered for a moment, exhaled, and said with a touch of remembrance in his tone, "For the teacher's sake, I'll give you one last chance." You can strike first. ”

"Squeak".

Mu Yunliang's hands still stopped on the wooden bolt and did not slide.

But the wooden door of the ashram slowly opened.

"Meet the Governor!"

The two silver-veined fish bags who had been standing outside at the door knelt on one knee, their hands clenched into fists, and their tones were filled with excitement and more awe.