CHAPTER XLII

After being full of wine and food, Liu Cong and the others returned to the guest room satisfied.

Several people held their stomachs and couldn't even lift their waists, like pregnant women.

"It's so full... It's going to kill me..."Bai Xiyue slumped in his chair and patted his belly with his hand.

Fan Shijin also held her belly up, but she didn't collapse on the chair and walked straight to the study.

"It seems that Brother Fan is going to write and paint again..."Liu Cong didn't want to sit downstairs, so he had already run to the bed on the second floor and lay down.

"A few of you should rest first, I will draw up the outline needed for this Southern Tang Dynasty tomorrow. Fan Shijin said, light a lamp.

As soon as the light was lit, everyone realized that it was already late at this time. The lamp turned over with a withered yellow faint light, shining on Fan Shijin's face, which became sallow for some other reason, and the bags under the eye sockets were also a little drooping, and he should have not had a good rest for a few days.

Fan Shijin took advantage of this faint candle flame to watch himself write this 'ghost drawing talisman', which was only a few days before the stubble on his chin was already covered with a patch, and it was no longer such a bare and barren place.

"Brother Fan finished getting an early rest, and I went up first. Bai Xiyue yawned, and then slowly climbed up to the attic.

Xiong Jingchong sat alone on the first floor of the case, in the dim guest room, he couldn't see the expression on his face, and there was no sound in the middle of the sound, and the whole room only heard the sound of paper rubbing against the table. The night was getting deeper and darker, and the room was getting darker and darker, to the point where I couldn't see my fingers, and the paper didn't move, but the sizzle of the fire could be heard.

Liu Cong couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so he climbed to the edge of the second floor and looked down, only to see Xiong Jingyi looking at the brush in his hand, this was taken out by the Treasure Pavilion before, and he still doesn't know its use.

"Brother Xiong, are you still not resting?" Liu Cong's voice broke the silence of the room, and the dead silence that had originally enveloped the room dissipated, and the small sound could no longer be heard.

"Ah, Brother Cong, you go to sleep first, I'll wait for your Brother Fan to finish." Xiong Jingyi raised his eyes and saw Liu Cong in the attic.

"Why don't you two rest?" Fan Shijin moved his arms and walked out of the study.

"Brother Fan, have you summed up anything?" Liu Cong lay on the floor of the attic and looked at Fan Shijin again.

"This situation is obvious, the enemy has two envoys, and so is my side! I and your big brother Xiong, one person can deal with one country!" Fan Shijin said confidently.

Liu Cong smiled slightly, no longer looked at the two of them, turned over and looked at the ceiling, and then said: "I believe that the two of you will be able to fight the Confucianism and win this game." ”

"Hahaha! Since my brother can trust the two of us, the two of us will definitely live up to expectations!" Fan Shijin said after a few laughs.

At this time, there was no sound in the attic, and Liu Cong had already fallen asleep. And Fan Shijin hurriedly got on the bed lightly, Xiong Jingchong's head fell, and it didn't take long for him to breathe evenly and fall asleep, Fan Shijin's eyelids were fighting, and he covered the quilt and went to Zhou Gong.

Early in the morning, I could hear the birds chirping outside the window, and a shopkeeper came from afar, walking in this corridor with small steps, and then stopped in front of Liu Cong and others, paused, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Can you get up?" the shopkeeper didn't dare to say more, so he listened to the movement in the room.

"Little Er, what's the matter?" a voice came through the door.

"Someone from the palace has invited the envoys into the palace, you should hurry up and freshen up, there is a carriage waiting outside the embassy. After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he thought about what he wanted to say next, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything to add.

Fan Shijin got up and got dressed, he slept too heavily yesterday, and he slept at such an hour today, looking at the house while getting dressed, it seemed that he was alone, and the rest were gone.

Just when Fan Shijin couldn't figure out the situation at this time and was in a hurry, the voices of several people came from outside the door.

"Xiao Er, I'll find out!" Liu Cong held a lot of steamed buns in his hand.

Seeing that these people had already freshened up and taken a lot of breakfast from the White Tiger Canteen, the shopkeeper bent down and nodded, and then turned around and left.

"Yo, Brother Fan can be counted as getting up. Bai Xiyue took a bite of the steamed bun in one hand and pushed the door open with the other.

Fan Shijin was still wearing his belt, and when he saw these people, he came in, and hurriedly shouted: "Close the door, close the door!

"Hahaha, don't tease your big brother Fan. Xiong Jingchong took the door casually, sat down next to the desk and poured a few cups of tea.

After Fan Shijin put on his clothes, he hurriedly went to freshen up, and after he was freshened, Fan Shijin looked at a few people attentively, found a place to sit down, and said, "I said a few of you, why don't you make any sound when you go out?"

"I want you to sleep more, Brother Fan should have been tired last night. Liu Cong said after putting the bun away.

Fan Shijin picked up the bun with the tea in one hand and the other, took a big bite, and then took a sip of water.

"Brother Fan is so anxious?" Liu Cong looked at this Fan Shijin, two or three mouthfuls of buns, not eating but swallowing.

"Someone from the Nantang Palace summoned me and waited...... Whether it is success or failure depends on today!" Fan Shijin quickly drank a pot of water and a basket of steamed buns.

Liu Cong and the others were not idle, and after packing up the items, they were ready to get up and leave the embassy.

"But everyone, can we bring this weapon into this Southern Tang Palace?" Bai Xiyue looked at the two swords at his waist.

Liu Cong also held the long sword of the Kongyang Gate at his waist, this sword is very rare, if it is left in this restaurant, I am afraid that there will be bad people to steal it.

"Take it, when you enter the palace gate, you will be detained there, and you still can't enter the palace, depending on whether you stay here or stay at the palace gate." Xiong Jingyi put his brush into the cuff.

"Brother Cong, this sword is taught by the Great Palm, and the old man seems to have a sense of this sword, if I die here, the Palm Sect will take it back. Bai Xiyue seemed to see Liu Cong's concern.

"Then I'll take it, just in case. Liu Cong was relieved when he heard Bai Xiyue's words.

"Okay everyone! Let's go!" I don't know when Fan Shijin stood up and patted the steamed buns on his body.

Liu Cong and the others looked at each other and smiled, and then stepped out of the guest room, when they walked past the front desk, the shopkeeper was still writing something, and when he saw this pedestrian coming out, he raised his head and said: "Someone in the palace has paid for tonight's guest room for you." ”

"Brother Fan, the treatment of this Nantang is quite good!" Liu Cong said with a grin.

"If this is really generous, it should be promoted to the Vermilion Bird for us!" Bai Xiyue dismissed, and then said: "Wang Haoyue's great beauty is there!

The carriage in the palace was already waiting in front of the door, and when he saw this pedestrian, he stepped forward and asked, "But the envoy from Shu Kingdom?"

Fan Shijin took out the letter and handed it to the person, who looked at it and asked the group to get into the carriage.

After a few people sit down, the carriage will slowly set off, and after a while you can hear the lively sound on the street, compared with yesterday's desertion, today is like a New Year's holiday, the sound of selling and shouting are louder, open the curtain of the carriage, look at the crowd outside the window, this situation seems to be to another region, the crowd on the street, the market with busy traffic, people and horses are endless.

"This Jianye is also quite lively!" Fan Shijin sighed as he looked out the window.

"Compared to yesterday, it's really different, this person is just like an agreement, and all of a sudden he is on this street!" Bai Xiyue sighed as he looked at the crowd coming and going.

"Brother Fan, you can talk about it now! What did the shopkeeper say in your ear yesterday?" Liu never wanted to look out the window.

"This Southern Tang Dynasty is the dictatorship of the Queen Mother, and the Tang King is just a decoration when he is young, in order to ensure his stable position, he also deliberately pulls the general as a backing..."Thinking of this, Fan Shijin sighed, and then said: "I only hope that this Queen Mother is a reasonable person." ”

"This omen of the death of the country, one of them has a harem to interfere in politics, the second is to have relatives to interfere in politics, and the third is to have ministers to interfere in politics, which accounts for three points. Xiong Jingchong also began to worry, if there was a situation in the Southern Tang Dynasty and he was unable to take care of anything else, the success rate of the Northern Zhou would be half lower.

"What are you doing in politics...?" Bai Xiyue asked puzzled.

"Except for the king himself, other people's interference in the government will lead to political instability. Fan Shijin explained to Bai Xiyue.

"It's okay if only I come this time, but this Jin Chu will all come to join in the fun!" Although Liu Cong couldn't understand what a few people said, the situation was still very clear in his opinion.

"From what my brother said, this situation is really difficult, although there are many twists and turns along the way, I never thought that things would develop to such a field. Fan Shijin thought for a moment, and then looked at the patterns on the curtains.

"Then do you two have a way to deal with it?" Bai Xiyue hurriedly asked.

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven. I and Jing Jing will do our best!" Fan Shijin gently knocked on the window edge.

The voices of the people around the carriage gradually faded and faded away, and by the time they looked again, the roads around them were already wide and bright, and they were no longer full of ordinary people, but soldiers standing guard with spears.

The armor of this soldier is not like that of the gatekeeper, the armor looks much more exquisite, the body armor is composed of small armor pieces in the shape of fish scales, this small armor piece is extremely bright, if the sun is fierce, maybe it can reflect the light, but the colored cloth on the soldier's body is still light blue, it seems that this is the unified color of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

"It seems to be almost there, and there are fewer people around, and the rest are all soldiers. Liu Cong opened the curtain and looked out the window.

Fan Shijin opened his slightly closed eyes and said slowly: "Everyone, are you ready? From now on, you will have to cheer up your spirit!"

"Brother Fan..."Liu Cong shouted, and the sword in his hand also trembled, I don't know if Liu Cong's heart was surging or if there was a hidden murderous motive here.

Then I heard the coachman say, "The messengers have arrived!"