CHAPTER XLV

Liu Cong and the others took the carriage in the palace and returned to the embassy, and after the carriage stopped, the coachman helped several messengers out of the carriage, and after a few words of greeting, he whipped away.

Fan Shijin still looked up at the embassy, tidied up his clothes, the day was getting colder, and it seemed that autumn was about to begin.

"Let's go back to our rooms!"

Fan Shijin retracted his gaze, walked towards the door of the embassy, and when he opened the door, he found that the shopkeeper no longer wrote and painted, and stood there seriously, looking at the few people who had just pushed the door in, with a familiar smile on his face.

"Everyone's hard work, I'll let Xiao Er prepare hot tea and send it to a few of you later. ”

The shopkeeper said with a smile, as if talking to the air, except for Liu Cong and others, there was no one else at the front desk, so this should be said to everyone.

After Fan Shijin responded to one or two sounds, he entered the left door and went to the White Tiger Guest Room, looking in the direction of the Vermilion Bird Corridor, and saw Wang Haoyue standing in the corridor in a daze, Wang Haoyue didn't seem to see a few people.

"As long as this Wang Haoyue doesn't speak or move, she is still a beautiful girl!" Bai Xiyue looked at Wang Haoyue and teased.

"Don't be beautiful, your martial arts can compete with Brother Wenren, so you don't have to think about boring thoughts. Liu Cong dragged Bai Xiyue to the guest room.

"Well, I'll take a nap later, and then I will have the energy to deal with this next round of negotiations. Fan Shijin didn't turn around, just walked like this, and he didn't know who to say this.

Liu Cong and the others returned to the guest room, and several people lay on the bed very tacitly, Liu Cong and Bai Xiyue went to the attic, but Fan Shijin did not go to the study, but also lay on the bed, with his eyes closed and his hands on his stomach.

Maybe it was because they got up too early, and after a few people entered the door, they didn't say much, and after a while, a few people staggered away towards sleep.

The light in the room, respectively, is the attic window, and the door on the first floor through the cracks, but there are still a few places where there is no light source, black, this black place seems to be standing a person, and I don't see him coming out of the black place, holding an account book in one hand and a brush in the other, his face is smeared with paint, a bit like a singer in the troupe, dressed in black, with a jade belt around his waist, wearing a green crown, and a closer look at the color of the clothes on this body is all dark, black, purple, green... These colors are composed.

Xiong Jingchong turned over, facing the black and lying down, at this time the man in black came over and poked Xiong Jingchong with the pen in his hand, Xiong Jingchong didn't wake up and raised his hand to knock off the pen in the man's hand, the man in black hurriedly picked up his pen, put the pen on his waist, and wanted to flip Xiong Jingchong's sleeve, but this turn couldn't be turned, because Xiong Jingchong was sleeping on his side, which happened to press the sleeve.

The man sighed, and tapped Xiong Jingchong's forehead with his finger, and then there was a light into Xiong Jingyi's head, Xiong Jingchong immediately woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the person with a ghost on his face, and he was so frightened that he immediately cried out.

"Ahh

Xiong Jingchong immediately jumped up from the bed in fright, fortunately the ceiling was high enough, otherwise it would have crashed. But the strange thing is that even if Xiong Jingyi shouted so loudly, no one else got up, and the rest of the people were still lifeless, as if they existed in a different space from Xiong Jingyi, and they couldn't hear Xiong Jingyi's cry at all, but they could clearly hear the breathing of these people.

Seeing that Xiong Jingyi had woken up, he took a few steps back, and the grimaces painted on his face seemed to move, and after a pause, he said: "Xiong Jingchong! Don't panic......

Before the man could finish speaking, Xiong Jingchong kicked over, and the foot passed through the man's body as if he were stepping into the air.

"Where are you a demon and a monster! My Xiong family has a hundred years of Xiong family, and there are countless ancestral immortals, if you don't leave, I will immediately summon the ancestral immortals to appear and subdue you!"

Xiong Jingchong said while learning from the Taoist priest, this time it was just his own nonsense, and he only hoped that the person in front of him would retreat.

"I'll see... Hmm..."After hearing Xiong Jing's words, the man began to look through the account book in his hand, as if he had found something, and then added: "Yes, yes, yes! Yes, you Xiong clan does have a century-old foundation, and generation after generation of hard work has the blessing of today's Xiong clan." ”

Xiong Jingchong looked at this person, he was not dressed like a Taoist priest, he looked like an official uniform somewhere, a style that he had never seen before, the color matching was very dark, and there was no bright color to embellish.

"You...... Who the hell are you?" Xiong Jingyi asked, pointing at the man.

Seeing that Xiong Jingchong seemed to have calmed down, this man put away the account book and said, "Do you have a pen hidden in your cuff?"

"Yes and what!

"I don't want to go around with you, you..."

"This one is mine!"

"Right...... Well... Not true!"

Xiong respects this person, and you don't know when you're arguing.

The man took out the pen at his waist, and the shape of the pen was the same as Xiong Jing, but one was larger and one smaller.

"I'll make a long story short, this is a copy of this judge, created by accident by a skilled craftsman, but this power is too large to interfere with the normal order! Today I wanted to secretly retrieve it, but you have already woken up, and the judge will tell you that this can be borrowed from you once, after all, this is your right, but only this once, not more, I will take back this pen when I am finished..."

Xiong Jingchong shouted: "This is mine!"

Bai Xiyue and Liu Cong in the attic were awakened by this shout, and thought that an assassin was coming, and just took out the blade and looked downstairs, they found that there was no one else, only to see Xiong Jingchong lying on the bed struggling, struggling and snatching something.

"Reverence... Reverence!" Fan Shijin was so frightened by this cry that he sat up, and then pushed the bear beside him to revere him.

Xiong Jingchong opened his eyes and realized that he seemed to have a dream, not that someone was trying to take away his pen in reality.

"I'm bothering you...... I had a nightmare... A singer wants to snatch my pen..."Xiong Jingyi woke up and felt that this dream was ridiculous.

"Hahaha! This singer is not good at singing, what is it to rob your pen?" Liu laughed out loud from holding his stomach.

"Brother Xiong is still humorous and funny, and he dreams of doing it so interestingly. Bai Xiyue grinned.

Fan Shijin laughed out loud with a few people, and then laughed uncontrollably, a group of people hadn't been so happy for a long time.

"Anyway, the people in this palace, why haven't you seen it yet?" Liu Cong rubbed his eyes and walked to the window to look out.

The direction of the window is the same as the direction of the door, and you can see the scenery of the White Tiger Courtyard in the distance, and you can see the pedestrians in the corridor outside the guest room up close.

Liu Cong retracted his gaze from a distance, looked down, and saw a few people standing outside the door, this time Liu Cong didn't dare to speak at all, looking at everyone who wanted to speak but was afraid of being heard by outsiders, he had a plan when he had no choice.

"Everyone, I want to go to the study and write a poem for a few people!" Liu Cong yelled.

"Brother Cong, what a great interest, the poetry must be paired with fine wine! I'm going to make a jar of wine!" Xiong Jingyi got up and wanted to go to drink.

Seeing this, Liu Cong hurriedly pulled Xiong Jingchong, and said: "Brother Xiong!

Xiong Jingchong didn't know what Liu Cong thought, so he had to sit on the chair next to the desk to see what tricks this Liu Cong was going to play.

Liu Cong saw that a few people had no intention of going out, so he immediately sharpened the ink, this inkstone was planted in Liu Cong's hand, which is grinding ink, this is clearly an open edge, the same as polishing the blade.

Seeing that the ink was almost ready, Liu Cong picked up the pen and wrote eight big characters on the paper, and hurriedly ran out of the study to show everyone.

It was written on the paper: There are people outside the door, and those who come are not good.

Several people wanted to appreciate Liu Cong's poems, but they didn't think that this was the case, so they gagged one after another, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I heard that many brothers are coming to see us, I wonder if they are coming?" Bai Xiyue shouted at the top of his voice.

When the people outside the door heard this, they pulled out their knives one after another, and they wanted to blow smoke into it and kill it slowly, which would save this step.

Hearing a scolding from outside the door, the door was kicked open by several people, and several swordsmen saw that the room was already empty, and they were still talking, why was there no one at this time.

"Search me!

The knife guest swarmed into the guest room, inside and down the bed, in the cabinet, in the study, inside and out.

"Your Excellency... The window on the second floor is open...", the knife man found the window open.

"I haven't run far yet, chase me!" the leading swordsman called a few people out of the room.

Liu Cong and the others had already run to the exit of the White Tiger Tower, and Fan Shijin said with a smile while running: "This is called outwitting, you can't force everything to come." ”

"Brother Fan, how did you know that there is an exit here?" asked Bai Xiyue.

"As early as when I entered this White Tiger Tower, I saw a drawing in this room, and this drawing is to introduce the structure of the room and the White Tiger Tower!" Fan Shijin smiled proudly.

"The thieves must have thought we had escaped through the window. When Xiong Jingchong was still in the room before, he asked Liu Cong to open the window.

"Hahaha, well done reverence! Walk out of the jasmine corridor in front, and I'll be out of this White Tiger Tower. ”

Fan Shijin was so tired that he couldn't run, so he stopped and gasped for breath.

"Brother Fan... I can't rest at this moment!" Liu Cong's physical strength is quite good, and he doesn't see any breath.

"Don't say... Don't say you're fan... Big brother...... I also... I can't run...!" Xiong Jingchong also stopped, this exit was close in front of him, and it only took less than ten steps to walk to this jasmine corridor.

Bai Xiyue's physical strength is also good, he took the lead in running ahead, and saw that several people stopped, so he slowly slowed down, and as soon as he stopped in this jasmine corridor, he could smell the jasmine fragrance spread under this corridor, which was very fragrant.

Before he could reminisce about this, Bai Xiyue walked out of this corridor and saw the direction of the Xuanwu Corridor, and a group of vicious people were walking towards this side, still holding sharp blades in their hands, obviously coming towards these people.