Xu Fan reversed, stretched out his hand and grabbed the dagger, and a wisp of cyan and bright cold light suddenly emanated from the dagger, and then several cold lights flashed.

Before everyone could see what was happening, the bluestone fragments around them were slashed by these cold lights, turning into powder and floating invisible.

From Xu Fan holding the dagger to slashing at the fingertip-sized pieces of bluestone around him, it was only a short breath.

A few feet away, the two red-robed young eunuchs who were rushing over had just rushed out of the crowd when they saw that Xu Fan had already turned the dagger around, his left hand was behind his back, and his eyes were staring at the drunk man who had collapsed on the ground.

Zi'er and the others were also panicked, they were almost pierced through their bodies by rubble just now, but fortunately, Gongzi came to the rescue in time.

The eyes of all the maids in the Wave Court have changed from looking at Xu Fan, they were afraid in the past, but now they have a touch of awe.

"Childe is too powerful! It's amazing!"

Xu Fan simply released a wisp of sword light through the dagger of good quality in his hand.

Let not only the people of the Xu Mansion spread worship, but even the scholars and beauties who were watching not far away were also bright.

Most of these people are the sons of the families in Jinling City, as well as the sons and young masters of the mansions of wealthy merchants, and there are many monks around them who are also closely protected.

But these ordinary monks have also opened up five or six cyclone holes, at most, they can deal with ordinary warriors and do something slightly stronger than the caretaker.

In the face of the real fight between the monks, he can only use his own life to delay time.

Just now, when the drunk man made a move.

There are many monks behind the sons of some families who see the difference, but for the safety of their own sons, they only have one more thing than one less, and they watch from the wall.

Xu Fan turned a blind eye to the exclamations around him, and his eyes only glanced faintly at the drunk man on the ground who had only half a life left. He turned to the two red-robed young eunuchs who rushed over and ordered, "Prepare a quiet room for me and take him with you."

Who is going to do it to the people around him?

Judging from the goal of the other party's actions, Xu Fan has already judged that this drunkard's strength is average, if he wants to assassinate him, he can only say that the people behind him are too stupid.

Knowing his strength, he would send someone to assassinate him, Xu Fan guessed that there must be other secrets behind this.

The two red-robed young eunuchs who rushed over were stunned for a moment, and then reacted that the person they invited was actually assassinated at the ferry, which simply did not give them face.

The two red-robed young eunuchs showed a shallow smile on their faces, and arched their hands, "Young Master Xu, please come with me."

One of the red-robed young eunuchs picked up the drunk, and if he was carrying a small chicken, he followed Xu Fan and the others.

The crowd of onlookers around saw that Xu Fan and his party were going to the ferry, and many of them wanted to follow, but they were blocked by several strong men at the ferry.

Everyone could only watch Xu Fan and the others enter the ferry under the guidance of the red-robed young eunuch and head towards a shrunken and palatial painting boat on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

"Are they going to Hundred Flowers?"

A young man in a purple brocade robe in the crowd looked at the back of Xu Fan and others walking on the ferry, and reminded softly.

"I don't know which family's son, but I was lucky enough to go to Baihuafang tonight. Gee... Tsk, that's the painting boat of the Jinling Oiran Willow."

A young man in a green shirt beside the purple-clothed young man waved the folding fan in his hand, with a touch of coldness in his eyes, looking at the two red-robed young eunuchs, and his tone was cold, "Ziyang, can you find out who chartered this Baihuafang tonight?"

"This... Today's subordinates thought that the sixth prince had set the top level of the Accord to investigate. Only then did I know that Baihuafang had been chartered, and it was the entire painting boat."

The purple-clothed young man had a strange expression on his face, looked at his young master, coughed lightly, and lowered his voice very low, "I heard that it is an attendant from Shenjing."

"An attendant from Shenjing?"

A look of clarity flashed in the eyes of the young man in the green shirt, and then his gaze fell on Xu Fan's back that was about to disappear, without joy or anger.

It seems that the people from Shenjing want to stir up the storm in Jinling City. In the past few days, three of the five major families in Jinling City have been lost, and the local forces in Jinling can be said to have suffered heavy losses.

At this time, people from Shenjing actually feasted young and handsome people from all sides of Jinling in Baihuafang.

The young man in the green shirt looked back at the crowd on the side, and saw a few acquaintances, but they were all the most prominent sons and ladies in the descendants of the major families, and many of them were Jinling Thirteen Hairpins.

He even saw the car of the Nan'an Palace, surrounded by more than a dozen monks guarding the side, apparently knowing what had just happened at the ferry.

"Childe, do we still want to go up? If the sixth prince finds out, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble." The purple-clothed young man reminded carefully.

The young man in the green shirt waved his hand, took out a pale gold gilded invitation card from his arms, and sneered secretly in his heart, "Since you have taken the invitation card from the sixth child, how can you let go of this opportunity." If you want to blame, you can only blame my father's partiality, I don't want to be crushed by the sixth child for the rest of my life. The royal family is not a king or a sixth king."

The purple-clothed young man saw a touch of determination on the side face of the young man in the green shirt, so he had no choice but to stop persuading him, and just stood silently behind him.

The two followed the car of Nan'an Wangfu and headed towards the ferry together. Z.b

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I was met with two red-robed young eunuchs who blocked the way, and checked the invitations carried by each person before they were released in turn.

He also made a clear registration and identity inspection of those servants who accompanied him, so as to prevent anyone from impersonating others.

On the Baihuafang, the warbler and the swallow, the sound of the qin and the guzheng are filled in the attic and the platform.

Xu Fan and his entourage, led by two red-robed young eunuchs, came to a quiet accord, I don't know what kind of wood it was made of, and the moment the door was closed, the sound of piano music and dancing outside was completely blocked outside.

A red-robed young eunuch threw the drunk man on the ground and arched his hand towards Xu Fan, "I don't know if it's okay here?"

Xu Fan glanced at the simple furnishings in the Accord, went straight to a round table with pear blossom wood, untied the true solution gourd around his waist, picked up the white porcelain wine glass on the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and said to the drunk man who was paralyzed on the ground.

"What's your name, who's behind you."

The red-robed young eunuch in the Accord was a little stunned, and he didn't expect Xu Fan to interrogate the assassin in front of him.

Another red-robed young eunuch who came with him was taking Zi'er and his party to the quiet room next door.

Therefore, he carried the drunk man to the Accord here.

The drunkard's heart suddenly moved, obviously he was just a teenager, and the sound could make his heart shake, and he felt that an invisible force was violently slammed into his head.

The drunk man was about to tell the truth subconsciously, and when he saw Xu Fan's delicate face clearly, his teeth bit the tip of his tongue and made him sober up for a moment, "Wang Ping."

"By whom are you commanded?" Xu Fan's voice raised a few points, and there was a touch of positive color in his eyes when he looked at Wang Ping, but he didn't expect that when he used the Daomen Mind Questioning Technique, this drunk man could actually keep himself awake for a moment.

This made Xu Fan curious about the drunk man on the ground.

The red-robed young eunuch standing on the side didn't know whether to listen or not for a while, and was a little dilemma.

The other party was the murderer who assassinated Xu Fan, and he did not target them, but it was at the moment when the ancestor was feasting on the young and handsome men from all parties in Jinling.

Just when the red-robed young eunuch was still hesitating, the drunkard Wang Ping's eyes were clear, he was no longer half drunk, and his breath was stable and abnormal, but the words he said made the red-robed young eunuch frown slightly.

"Nan'an Palace! The Son."

The palms under the sleeves of the red-robed young eunuch suddenly clenched into fists, and his eyes looked at the drunk man coldly, and then at the young man sitting at the round table.

At this moment, the red-robed young eunuch even suspected that Xu Fan could let him hear the news because he wanted to cause a conflict between the old ancestor and the Nan'an Palace.

The red-robed young eunuch lowered his head, the light in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and his thoughts flew in his heart, thinking about what Xu Fan's intentions were.

If you want to use your ancestors to provoke the relationship between the Nan'an palace and the imperial court, this is not the case

It will be too inferior.

The care of the imperial court and the Nan'an Royal Mansion is already very subtle, but no matter how subtle it is, it is not something that an ordinary person can tease.

Li Muzhi, the king of Nan'an, is in charge of the Lingnan Dao 30,000 army, even if the imperial court wants to move the Nan'an Palace, it will also throw a rat trap.

"Really?" Xu Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he scolded lightly.

The drunken man Wang Ping's body trembled slightly, trying to turn the qi in his body to resist the feeling of oppression in Xu Fan's voice on the other side.

His face was flushed, and his body seemed to be bearing a huge force of ten thousand catties, so that he couldn't breathe.

At the beginning of the question, he wanted to detonate the qi in his body. In this way, you can use your body as a weapon, and if you suddenly attack, you can at least be a real dead soldier.

But he was at a low point for Xu Fan.

At the moment when the red-robed young eunuch picked up the drunk, Xu Fan released a wisp of qi, always locking on Wang Ping, as long as he had the slightest movement, he would be penetrated by that wisp of qi.

At this moment, the reason why the drunkard Wang Ping did not die.

It was Xu Fan who wanted to find out who was behind him.

Facing the more powerful young man, the cold sweat on Wang Ping's forehead broke out, he was trying his best to resist Xu Fan's attack of the Mind Questioning Technique, but unfortunately he didn't last long.

Although this is a mundane world, the vitality of heaven and earth is exhausted.

Xu Fan's strength was also pitifully low, and the most basic heart asking technique of the Dao Sect could only exert less than one thousandth of its power.

That's enough, though.

Xu Fan slowly drank the wine in the white porcelain wine glass, and a wisp of heaven and earth vitality poured into his abdomen along his throat, nourishing the cyclone points in the Purple Mansion, and a more refined qi machine traveled along Xu Fan's meridians.

"Who are you commanding?"

After this qi machine swam around, Xu Fan said coldly again, his voice was cold and indifferent, but it was impossible to refuse.

Wang Ping's face was full of struggle, and he was even more panicked in his heart, not knowing why he couldn't resist the question of the young man in front of him. All this, just struggling for a moment, he was still unable to resist the attack of the Mind Asking Technique.

"Lu Haiping."

"Lu Haiping? Who is it?"

The red-robed young eunuch was keenly aware that the meaning of this name was by no means simple, and he asked first.

But Wang Ping turned a deaf ear to his questioning and did not react at all.