Zhao Rucheng slept until the afternoon and didn't wake up, he twisted uncomfortably, and was about to continue sleeping. But I always feel that something is being overlooked.

Last night, did you smell a faint sweet smell?

He got up, put on his clothes, and hurried out.

After passing through the courtyard, he saw Jiang Wang who was practicing swords, and he threw a sentence in his busy schedule: "Third brother, you should change your bedding, it's weird." ”

Without waiting for Jiang Wang to answer, he disappeared.

"Hey!"

Jiang Wang couldn't stop screaming, and he was a little confused: "I just changed the new futon last month." ”

He took his sword and went to the bedroom, and turned over in bed for a long time, but found nothing. Finally, when I lifted the whole futon, I saw that there was a small piece of wood on the bed board.

“......”

"Between the two mattresses, he was still caught by this piece of sawdust?"

"Maybe this is a big family......"

......

The cloud crane of Lingxiao Pavilion does not fly directly in the air like a carrier pigeon, in fact, it is always in the clouds, blending with the sea of clouds. The Dao power wrapped the information through the white clouds, and it was not until it was close to the target that a cloud was temporarily "pulled out" and turned into a crane and flew down.

Even if this power is captured before, it will be difficult to decipher the information in between, and it will only get a cloud of escaping energy.

Therefore, Yunhe communication is a very safe means.

The time of Ye Qingyu's letter is usually at night, not long after dark, when it is not yet dark

。 This letter came a little later, and I don't know what delayed it.

The cloud crane flew from the window, Jiang Wang reached out to pick it up, but the cloud crane circled around and flew in front of Jiang An'an.

"The letter is for me!" Jiang An'an chuckled, put down the notebook that was coming, and grabbed the cloud note and a photo stone in his little hand.

"Yes, it's for you. Jiang Wang smiled dotingly, and leaned over to watch together.

Jiang Anan suddenly grabbed the letter and turned his head and ran out: "I won't show it to you!"

“......”

Jiang An'an cat was in the bedroom for a long time before returning to the study.

"Where's Yunhe?"

"I wrote a reply and flew back!"

Jiang Wang, who was reading the Taoist scriptures, turned his head: "Brother hasn't written it yet." ”

Jiang Anan glared at him very proudly: "This letter is written to me, it has nothing to do with you!"

I think at the beginning, she just rubbed it with a greeting on the letter. It's only been a long time since he has already usurped the letter and successfully replaced Jiang Wang's pen pal position.

Jiang Anan took out a cute little cloud crane and showed off: "Sister Qingyu also gave me a little cloud crane." If I want her in the future, I can write to her directly!"

The cloud crane that carries the message is not a simple cloud beast, it can find the recipient of the letter, and it can also ensure the safety of the letter it carries. It's a nice curiosity.

You don't see the dignified Du Yehu Uncle Du, who is bragging and coaxing, but he can only command a simple pawn to run back and forth to dictate?

Of course, Jiang Wang didn't ......

"Okay. Jiang Wangsour said: "If there are words in the letter that you don't know, or if there are words that you can't write, don't come to me." ”

"Hmph. Jiang Anan proudly pointed to the calligraphy on the small desk: "I have recognized all the words on these calligraphy!"

"Amazing, amazing. Jiang Wangyou said two perfunctory sentences weakly, and then continued to read his Taoist scriptures.

"I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. Buy twenty tatams!" he shouted silently in his heart.

An An also picked up a small brush and wrote in a regular manner.

Jiang Wang turned the page, and suddenly remembered Du Yehu's message during the day, so he asked casually: "An An, do you sometimes think of a person? A person who is about the same age as my brother has been gone for a while." ”

"Who?"

"Well, no one. ”

Sister An An must miss you very much?

......

Three-point aroma building.

In Miaoyu's room, Fang Zehou, the ruler of the Fang family, was sitting on a chair, sniffing the fragrant tea.

"What do you think?" Miaoyu asked softly.

Fang Zehou sniffed for a while and put the teacup down.

"Not very good. He seemed to be commenting on the tea.

"What conditions can you mention. Miaoyu was not annoyed, but still smiling.

"No conditions. Fang Zehou got up and dusted off his robe, "It's not something I can touch, I won't touch it." ”

It is rumored that he is obsessed with beauty and falls under Miaoyu's pomegranate skirt. Who knew that he was in Miaoyu's boudoir, but he was so unpretentious?

"Did Fang Yuanwai forget, how did the trade route of Yunguo come about?"

Fang Zehou stopped his steps about to leave, and chuckled: "In this matter of the Yunguo Trade Road, I am very grateful for your help from the Three Aroma Building. But in business, I don't miss the remuneration I should pay. We have money and goods, and we don't owe each other. The dignified three-point aroma building, you won't take advantage of me for this, right?"

"Of course not. If Fang Yuanwai insists on refusing, then we will not force it. ”

"Thank you Miss Miaoyu for your understanding. Fang Zehou said, and sighed again: "It's really not that I don't want to help the girl, but now that the situation in Yunguo is so tense, no one dares to take anyone out of the country." Whoever that person is, the stakes are too great. ”

Miaoyu smiled charmingly: "There is no need to say much outside the Fang Yuan, Miaoyu understands." ”

"Miss Miaoyu understands righteousness and has an extraordinary bearing. Fang Mou said goodbye first, and then bothered him next time. ”

Fang Zehou arched his hand and left.

Looking at the closed door, Miaoyu smiled.

"If it's really a deal between Sanfen Aroma Building and you, of course you are a money and goods, and you don't owe each other. ”

"But what helped you was the White Bone Dao, how did you clean it?"

......

Mochizuki Tower, in a secret room.

Fang Heling lowered his hand and asked, "Everyone has been arranged?"

The steward standing below him bowed his head and replied, "The arrangement is arranged." But young master, now ......"

Fang Heling waved his hand to interrupt him: "Just do as I tell you." I'm in charge of this!"

The steward has been in the Fang family for more than ten years, and of course he knows the weight of Fang Heling in Fang Zehou's heart.

But the stakes are so high, I still can't help but look embarrassed: "It's not easy for us to open up this trade route, and no one knows what happened to a person who is unknown." If it is found out by the Yunguo side, our business will be over. ”

As soon as Fang Pengju died, the future of the Fang family was no longer as optimistic as the other two. Coupled with the fact that the Heart Eater Demon had broken the Great Shrine Protector Array and killed the pillar powerhouse and the backbone of the clan, the momentum of the entire Fang family was now shaky. It can even be said that most of it is supported by the business route of exclusive communication Yunguo.

So the Fang family actually couldn't afford to take the risk.

But the current ruler of the Fang family is Fang Zehou, and the name of the patriarch is just waiting for the old patriarch who is lingering on the sickbed to breathe. Fang Heling, as Fang Zehou's sister-in-law, the future patriarch of the certainty, practiced at the inner gate of the city Taoist courtyard. He said what he said, gave orders, and this matter of fact was irresistible.

Because of the urgency, he didn't even have a chance to report to Fang Zehou.

"For you, the origin is unknown, but for Young Master Ben, it is clear. You can rest assured, if there is any problem, I will take care of it. ”

Fang Heling dismissed the steward in a few words, and then left the dark room.

Soon walked into a private room, and there was a sound of staggering.

He is here today to feast on his brothers and sisters, and he doesn't know anything.

If anything happens, it can't be relied on him.