Tencent Hall.

Half an hour ago, the two gold medal news of "Liangcheng" for help had been placed in front of the bookcase of Xiao Jian, the "Variety Scholar", the first one was urgent, and the second was urgent.

The first gold medal news was brought from the ankle of the flying pigeon: Leng Ruoya was attacked in "Netease Lane" and was in danger, and the "Power Gang" good player "was once lonely" Golden Ember secretly came to the battle to kill the same junior sister "There is no news" Garnet Red disappeared.

Xiao Jian sighed softly after finishing the first message, and a light sigh stirred up a small echo in the empty hall: "I didn't expect that Jin Ember would fall in love with the enemy?"

The second gold medal news was sent by a sweaty man galloping on his horse, and his horse actually rushed straight into the "Tencent Hall", which shows how critical the information for help he brought?

The second gold medal news is: "The master of the "Power Gang" and the "head of the "Raid faction" Fengwei Xiangluo are thin and heavy, and the boss of the "shrinking faction" "Biwen Dome" plans to intercept Leng Ruoya in "Sohubo" in the middle of the night, and the situation is extremely sinister!

Outside the wall is the surging rivers and lakes, and the plum blossoms inside the wall are blooming beautifully.

Xiao Jian suddenly smiled and said, "Yaoyao, the plum blossoms outside the hall are blooming so well, you go and fold a bunch and come back." ”

Dye Xiyao obediently said a light "um", put on a red cloak, and the young man walked out of the hall to step on the snow and fold the plum.

Before the news of the third gold medal came, a bouquet of blooming cold plums had already been placed on Xiao Jian's desk. In the time when + Xiao Jian's tea before the rain was not drunk, Dye Xiyao not only had cut the plum blossoms, but also brought Leng Ruoya's third gold medal news to "Tencent Tang" for help:

The third arrival message is only four words: Shou Lack of Son.

On the smooth mirror-like table, there are three small gold medals in a column, and two elegant Qin seal small characters "Liang Xi" are engraved, which is the font size of the left minister Li Gang, there are a total of thirteen gold medals, which are the tokens used for the emergency contact between the "Liangcheng Inn" and the Zuo Xiangfu in order to reward the "Liangcheng Inn" in the "Shuke Beta Attack and Killing Operation", and it will not be used until the last resort.

Xiao Jian said lightly: "Yaoyao, what about the person who sent the gold medal?"

Dye Xi Yao lowered his hand to his desk in an orderly manner: "The six-bag disciple of the 'Beggar Gang' who sent the letter has already left. ”

Xiao Jian frowned lightly, and said more and more respectfully: "According to Yaoyao's secret observation, this 'beggar gang' six-bag disciple has already been hit by the 'snow stick' of the 'Shou Missing Son', and I am afraid that it will not be able to survive for two hours, so I am in a hurry to retire and arrange my own affairs." ”

Xiao Jian said "oh" and said: "I didn't expect that Wen Ci, the 'Missing Son' who was the head of the 'Six Sons', was invited to intercept Leng Ruoya? On that day, my 'Changing Son' was working under Cai Jing, and I, plus the 'Destroying Playboy' Gongzi Ming, the 'Joy Seeking Son' Chu Yunmian, the 'Heartless Son' Shi Yulou, the 'Masked Child' Helan Xingxing, and the strength of the five of us, are not the opponents of the 'Guarding the Missing Son' Wen Ci's half-arm, if Wen Ci makes a move, Leng Ruoya will definitely die!"

Then, Xiao Jian stopped talking, just turned the three gold medals in his hand with his index and middle fingers, and said after a long time: "Who else in our house knows about this matter?"

Dye Xiyao said with a confused look: "Except for you, Brother Xiao, there is no second person who knows." The implication was that I had forgotten about it.

Xiao Jian nodded approvingly and said, "Yaoyao, you did a good job. It's late at night, it's time for you to put on an extra shirt......"

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Sohubo.

The road was muddy and narrow, and the yellow leaves of the reeds on both sides of the water had fallen, revealing a bleak scene.

Two green mules were pulling a small carriage and were galloping from north to east.

The dark purple curtain hung low on the carriage, and on the bow of the carriage was a coachman with a whip, his head shrunk into a broken felt hat in the north wind, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Compared with this mule cart, the carriage coming from east to north is much more luxurious, rich, atmospheric, and majestic.

Eight tall white horses were at the wheel, the carriage was white, the sedan curtain was white, and the rest of the wheels, spokes, reins and even the snow-clad girl riding the horse were all white.

The whole carriage was not only white, but also new, new and clean, white and spotless.

The road surface of "Sohubo" was extremely narrow, and when the mule cart approached the luxurious white carriage, two healthy horses galloped from the east.

The two healthy horses were one in front of the other, and the eight hooves flew over, and the two riders on the horse covered half of their faces with heavy hoods, and they could only see that it was a man and a woman, and the woman was in front, galloping wildly, and the style was domineering.

In the blink of an eye, the two horses had caught up to the side of the mule cart, and it seemed as if they were about to overtake the cart before it could go wrong.

The two cars were still more than a foot apart, and the two riders suddenly whistled in unison, far away in the north wind, and with this whistle, the two men together shot at the mule cart that was on the way.

The incident happened suddenly, and the driver with the whip on the front of the car had not had time to open his sleepy eyes, and the attack had arrived

The female rider who grabbed the front suddenly flashed a five-foot-long snow-bright long knife in her hand, and slashed down at the sedan shed on the mule cart like lightning!

A male rider who fell behind dropped a short sword of more than two feet from his sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, he attacked more than ten swords from the back of the mule cart!

The north wind is howling, the sky is cloudy, and a heavy snowstorm is approaching.

Just as the attack was about to be successful, a soft cough sounded from the silver carriage.

The cough, like a little, tiny, tiny note, gently fell from the depths of the luxurious snow-colored curtain.

The cough was also an order, and the two runners immediately restrained their war horses, stopped their swords and swords, and did not dare to move.

The snow-colored sedan curtain hung out deeply, and a young man's voice gently came out: "Miss Bo Bo, the head of the 'Turbulent Faction', 'Fengwei Xiangluo', and the head of the 'Shrinking Faction', 'Biwen Dome', Mr. Ye, are worthy of being the most capable generals in front of the Father's Throne, such a wonderful joint attack may not be common in the entire 'Jingshi'?"

The person in the car only said these few words, and he had already seen a slight wheezing, as if he was physically exhausted and had just recovered from a serious illness.

The head of the "Sudden Faction" who sent out the lightning knife, "Fengwei Xiangluo", said several times: "Thank you for the praise, is it Young Master Wen in the sedan chair? Although our 'Thirty-six Faction' has always been rare with the eldest prince, we have admired it for a long time!"

The head of the "shrinking faction" who used the fast sword, "Biwen Dome", was silent in the middle of the night, obviously not good at rhetoric.

"You forced me, I don't want to. The man in the sedan said: "I'll handle the matter here, please do it for the two of you." Although his voice was light and his breath was weak, every word he said had an indisobedient majesty.

Bo and Ye glanced at each other, not daring to disobey, and the two fast horses galloped straight in the direction of "Jingshi" with their respective masters, and the rapid sound of hooves quickly fell silent.

The snow-colored carriage weaves the sedan curtain of gold and silver, gently lifted, revealing a section of snow lotus-like wrist, white and delicate, the flesh and bone are evenly stopped, and the three golden bracelets on the wrist are gently swinging with the wind, which is even more charming and moving.

The driver of the mule cart holding the horsewhip looked at him in a daze, and the saliva from the corners of his mouth could not help but drip down.

The snow-clad girl driving the silver carriage frowned slightly, waved her long sleeves, and swept the mule coachman into the muddy ditch on the side of the road with an "oops" from a distance of more than a zhang.

It was a bright woman who lifted the sedan curtain, she leaned out and looked out at the mud all over the ground, frowned in disgust, and turned back and said: "It's very dirty, does the prince want to get out of the car himself?" Her voice was crisp, and every time she issued a character, the ring on her temples "jingled", which made her even more charming and lovely.

The man in the sedan coughed again and did not say a word.

The snow-clad girl who was driving hurriedly jumped out of the car and quickly spread a large piece of snow-colored carpet on the ground in front of the car.

The texture and weaving process of this carpet are also extremely exquisite, presumably from the "Persia" area of the foreign boutique, worth a thousand gold; however, the snow-clothed girl spread this precious thing into the mud, but did not even frown, can have such a big extravagant extravagance, except for the rich world's "Lingnan" Wen family's "lack of son" Wen Ci, the world is afraid that no one in the world has this aura and pomp.

There was a thin and clean arm gently resting on the fragrant shoulder of the bright woman, and the bright woman whispered: "Son, be careful, it's windy outside." ”

Wen Ci moved down gently, it was a thin and thin young man.

His face was even more frighteningly white, his body was surprisingly delicate, his whole body was wrapped in a silver robe, his hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of sickness and tiredness.

The snow-clothed girl looked respectful and solemn, standing at Wen Ci's side with her hands down, shielding him from the howling north wind.

Wen Ci arched his hand to the mule sedan that had no driver and said, "Is there the third girl of the Leng family who is famous in the sedan car?" His demeanor was very modest and gentle.

However, he had only just made such a simple gesture of his hand that he began to gasp slightly.

The curtain of the small sedan on the mule cart shook slightly in the wind, but no one answered.

Wen Ci smiled slightly and said: "I am Wen Ci, one of your brother Leng Beicheng's four and a half friends (see the first chapter of the "Killer Building" volume), I was entrusted by my father-in-law Cai Xiang to ask the third girl for a trick, since the girl is unwilling to move the lotus to see each other, please forgive Wen Ci for offending." ”

There was still no movement in the mule cart car, only the sound of the mule snorting.

Wen Ci turned around and said, "The rod comes." ”

The bright woman looked solemn, held a snow-white "snow stick" in both hands, and handed it to the owner.

With a staff in his hand, Wen Ci's sick body suddenly stood straight like a javelin, his hands no longer trembled, and the languishing color between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant, replaced by a murderous aura like snow, reflecting the two maids beside him.