The tragedy of Jiafu officially began, and when the fire was extinguished, Jia Ji hurried into the basement and found that several of the most valuable items were missing, and his face was as red as a pig's liver. The matter of pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info is not over, as soon as the sky clears, the catch of Kaifeng Mansion will come here. Jia Ji thought it was to help him find the thieves who had infiltrated the mansion and retrieve his lost belongings. But his wish was frustrated, and he began to feel hopeless.

As soon as the arrester of Kaifeng Mansion came in, he detained Jia Ji without saying a word, and controlled the Jiafu family and maidservants, and surrounded the burning wing of Jiafu~ In a word, Jiafu has committed a crime, and it has committed a major crime, the crime of bullying the king!

The reason for this naturally comes down to the fact that Ximen Qing nailed to the gate of Kaifeng Mansion is a golden belt embroidered with a real dragon, and a note that "this thing is obtained in the Jiafu Mansion of the Household Department". The real dragon is a symbol of the royal family, and if you are not afraid of looking for death, you are afraid of death, and the Jia family is really finished this time~

At dawn, Yueting woke up from a dream in which she saw a black-armored warrior rescue her from the depths of her life. Shaking her head to sober herself up, Yueting looked at the unfamiliar environment around her in a daze: This is not a dream! I was really rescued! His surname is Ximen, right? The girl was not confident to think that she was too nervous and scared last night, and she did not remember the name of the life-saving benefactor, which made her extremely annoyed.

Suddenly, an object next to the bed came into his sight, but it was a new dress~

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Ximen Qing had already been drinking on the first floor of the inn, although he had not slept all night, he was still in good spirits, this is the benefit of practicing martial arts, and he can stand up without sleep for a few days.

While drinking, Ximenqing lamented that it had been nearly two months since he came to the Northern Song Dynasty. Although he was very hesitant at first, he gradually adapted to life here in the past two months. Of course, it is because the possessed 'Ximen Daguan' is a second-rate master, although the rivers and lakes are big, Ximen Qing is confident that there is no place where he can't break in.

Ximenqing also has a secret in his heart, whenever he falls asleep at night, he always has a strange dream. In the dream, the sky was chaotic, the earth was dark yellow, and there was dust everywhere, and there was no trace of life.

But it is in this lifeless dream that a big tree grows, with ancient trees and dense green cages. The only pity is that it has no flowers and fruits.

Every night as soon as he fell asleep, Ximenqing would enter this dream, why was he the only one in this dream?

The reason was soon revealed, and the answer was in his 'robbing the rich and helping the poor'. Whenever Ximen Qing does a good deed, the ancient tree in his dream will bloom into a flower. Ximenqing has been helping the poor in the past few days, and the "Tree of the Soul" in his dream is already flourishing (Ximenqing has temporarily named it the Tree of the Soul); when Ximenqing stole the mansions of no less than ten corrupt officials and wealthy merchants, it finally produced a fruit, which resembled an apple, but it was much larger than an ordinary apple.

The fruit is ripe and falls naturally, and it doesn't need to be picked up by Ximenqing, it is as if it has spirituality, and it goes directly into Ximenqing's body in the dream.

When the fruit was integrated into the body, it felt like an initiation, which made Ximen Qingmao suddenly open: suddenly there was an extra martial arts mastery in his mind, or an extra life-saving item on his body.

This discovery made Simon overjoyed, so he worked harder to steal the property~

Ximen Qing pondered, there were already some diners on the first floor of the inn one after another, and everyone looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, chatting while eating. Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to a girl coming down from the second floor.

The long skirt of dark blue brocade, embroidered with white plum blossoms, with a white brocade belt to tie the slender waist that is unbearable, the black hair into a wishful bun, only a plum blossom white hosta is inserted, and the face is not powdered. Although simple, it looks fresh and elegant. Walking with lotus steps, he walked to the table by the window, and there was already a young man dressed in white at the table.

This woman is naturally Yueting, and sitting by the window is Ximenqing.

"Ximen Gongzi, good morning! Thank you for saving me out!" After that, she bowed to Ximen Qingyingying, and then sat on the stool on the side of the table, sitting in front of her to block Ximenqing's view of the scenery outside the window, and she didn't have the courage to sit next to Ximenqing.

"Did you sleep well at night?" asked Ximen Qing with a smile.

"Back to Ximen Gongzi, I slept well, and slept until dawn" Yueting replied obediently, "And let Ximen Gongzi break the bill and buy me such expensive clothes!"

"You don't have to be so polite, I'm not used to hearing it. Ximen Qing drank a glass of wine and said, "It's good to call me Brother Ximen in the future, how can you say that we also have a night together, right?"

This sentence is somewhat ambiguous, and "one night of shared experience" can be a real experience of suffering together, or it can be understood in a negative sense. Yueting's face is thin, and her white face is faintly pink.

"Ahem, ahem!" Ximen Qing knew that Meng Lang was talking, so he hurriedly coughed twice and changed the topic: "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Without waiting for Yueting to answer, Ximenqing called Xiao Er and asked him to have some exquisite breakfast.

The two didn't speak again, bowing their heads to eat breakfast, enjoying the sunny morning. For Yueting, from today onwards, her life has changed, and she looks forward to a better future.

"Hey, have you heard, Lord Jia Jijia, the head of the household department, was arrested by the Kaifeng Mansion and his house was also seized by the government, what is going on?" a young scribe in a blue robe asked his companion at the next table.

Of course, Ximen Qing and Yueting also heard his voice. Ximen Qing shook his head and continued to drink, Jia Ji had committed such a big thing, it would be strange if no one talked about it. Yueting already knew that the evil young man who forced her to sell herself last night was Jia Wenhao, the son of Jia Ji, so she was also very interested in the seizure of Jiafu, and listened attentively to the conversation at the next table.

"Your news is outdated, Kaifeng Mansion posted a notice at the entrance of the yamen early in the morning, the head of the household department Jia Ji has no king, committed the crime of defrauding the king, in order to be known by the current saint, the saint personally supervised the case, and dealt with it strictly!" The partner who spoke was a middle-aged scribe wearing a Confucian crown, he slowly tasted the tea, and deliberately bought a pass, because he found that the purple-clothed beauty at the next table was also looking at him and listening to him tell the following.

Without waiting for Yueting to ask, the young scribe at the table couldn't wait: "What is the matter? Don't you have friends in the official mansion?

"Of course I asked the reason, otherwise wouldn't my reputation as a know-it-all be over?" The middle-aged scribe was triumphant, deliberately glanced at Yueting, and then said slowly: "It's also strange to say that this matter is also strange, just after dawn, there is a dart inserted in the door of the yamen of Kaifeng Mansion, and there is evidence of Jia Ji's deception on the dart, and a belt embroidered with a real dragon pattern, Yin Bao Mingxuan of Kaifeng Mansion did not dare to hide it, and he had already made this matter clear to the Holy Lord, do you say that the Holy Lord can not be angry? ”

"Where did that dart come from?" asked the young scribe again.

"I don't know about this......"