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A faint light had just appeared in the eastern sky, and Lao Cai drove the donkey cart out of the side door of the willow garden.

He is the chef of the Guogong Mansion and has been working for twenty years. If nothing happened later, maybe he would have been here for another twenty years.

After a while, Granny Fu, the housekeeper of the inner house, also walked out of the side door with her huge buttocks, and rode a big green mule to the East Market. Yesterday, she took a fancy to a little girl who sold herself, and she could take people away for only two taels of silver, just so that she could send them to the water room to do rough work.

With a few scattered groups of people going out to run errands, the sky gradually brightened, and the gate of Liuyuan, which had been closed all night, opened on time, and two rows of big men with tigers on their backs came out, standing majestically and proudly outside the door.

But soon they were stunned, only to see Diao Xiaosi sitting cross-legged on the street ten zhang away from the gate, with two black flags on a white background erected beside him, with the words "Take mine and give it back to me" on the left, and "Spit it out if you eat mine" on the right, holding a banner high in both hands and saying: "You Diao Siye is back again!"

Behind him, there was still the inseparable car that people couldn't understand or see, and a toad was lying in front of the car with its back against the wall and basking in the sun.

After last night's incident, the eight guards all knew that Diao Xiaosi was not easy to mess with, at least they couldn't mess with themselves, so they entered the door very interestingly and reported to the little grandfather.

After a while, the little grandfather's reply arrived, adding up to a total of six words - he doesn't move, I don't move.

All the guards were impressed by the wisdom and broad-mindedness of the little grandfather, and immediately complied with it.

The sun slowly rose, and after a long night of darkness, Chang'an City came to life again.

However, Lao Cai, who went out to buy vegetables, Granny Fu who went to Dongshi to buy a little girl, and Ma Kuai-legged who went to Sun Shilang's house next door to deliver invitations...... It's as if the collective world has evaporated, and everyone is gone.

At this time in the past, there was already a lot of traffic outside the Willow Garden, and the celebrities and gentry in Chang'an City came to visit the little grandfather one after another. As the guards who guard the gate and strictly prohibit idle people from entering and leaving, they can naturally make a small fortune because of this.

But now, as if he was asking for a debt, Diao Xiaosi sat quietly outside the gate, and he couldn't even see a sparrow.

It didn't make sense - the guards secretly exchanged a look, not knowing if they should report the little grandfather again.

Suddenly, the drums and music were noisy in all directions, and groups of people wearing tattered clothes and dragging rotten straw sandals called Huazi sang lotus flowers and poured into Yong'an Fang, surrounding the willow garden, tearing out their voices and shouting at the garden: "Uncle, auntie, let's give some silver......

If one person shouts Hanako like this, it is to come to the door to fight the autumn wind, a group of people shouting Hanako like this is deliberately blackmailing, then hundreds or thousands of Hanako shout together with their hoarse throats, it is a disaster.

The eight guards looked at each other at a loss. If they had encountered a similar situation in the past, they would have rushed forward without hesitation, punching and kicking to drive away the troublemakers outside the door, but now the six-character proverb of the little grandfather is still in his ears, and it seems that he can't act rashly.

Looking at Diao Xiaosi's surroundings surrounded by crying and grabbing flowers, he always looked at his nose and nose, and sat there like a person who had nothing to do, as calm as ever.

- He doesn't move, I don't move!

The eight guards recited the Sermon over and over again in their hearts, telling themselves to learn to be patient.

Finally, a Liuyuan steward rushed out of the door angrily, pointing at the eight loyal guards of the Guogong Mansion and said, "Are you all dead, why don't you drive them away?"

Before the words fell, the steward suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and there was a rotten vegetable leaf pressed by black pressure on his head, stinky fish and stinky shrimp, egg shells, gnocchi, and black-hearted buns...... Wrapped in a peculiar smell that could only be smelled by jumping into the swill tank, it crackled and fell down, and for a while the sky was dark and dark like rain, and he was so pale that he vomited wildly.

As a result, the eight guards were inevitably injured by mistake, and they were all filled with righteous indignation and hatred for the enemy, all of them drew their swords and roared, braving the rain of bullets and bullets to rush towards the group of called Hanako.

Suddenly, the deafening roar that the steward found abruptly stopped.

He hurriedly raised his head to wipe away the puddle of tofu residue stuck to his face, and reluctantly narrowed his eyes to look ahead, to his horror to find that the eight guards were all gone.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, a chill involuntarily rose in his heart, and suddenly noticed that just in front of Diao Xiaosi, a shallow curve was drawn crookedly, as if the entire willow garden was all in it.

"What's it?!" the steward almost cried out, staring blankly at the crooked and ugly curve, vaguely realizing what was going on outside the willow garden.

But he still couldn't believe his guess - half a night, a Qimen Dunjia array was set up around Liuyuan, is this still a human being? And using a magic circle to besiege the Guogong Mansion is definitely not something that normal people can do. Could it be that Diao Xiaosi is brainless, and he doesn't know the consequences of doing this? Not to mention that since the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, it has gone back 500 or 800 years...... I haven't heard of anyone daring to put the Qimen Dunjia Array at the door of the prince's mansion!

The steward immediately realized that the seriousness of the situation was no longer something he could settle, and immediately rushed into the mansion without his life, and came to Wang Xuanshu's study and shouted breathlessly: "Little grandfather, something is wrong!"

Wang Xuanshu is standing behind his desk and painting, painting neither mountains nor water, nor ladies, noblewomen and monks and hermits, but a legendary scene of the underworld. This painting has been conceived and written since he came to Chang'an, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he still has not been able to finish it.

Last night, he sent his henchmen out of the city to track and find out Diao Xiaosi's whereabouts and whereabouts, and until now he still has no one alive or dead.

The gray-clothed old man is an old man in the Zheng Guo Mansion, and his cultivation has reached the realm of Tongyun, and he will never be under Duan Zhentian, who was killed by Diao Xiaosi back then. Such a first-class master of the Demon Gate actually disappeared quietly, and it can only be said that Diao Xiaosi did not disappoint himself, and he was barely qualified to be an opponent.

At this time, the steward came to the study, reported what he had seen and heard in front of the mansion to Wang Xuanshu in a few words, and then waited for the young master's decision with wide eyes.

He is even ready to gather the people in the mansion and slaughter Yong'an Fang with blood, so that Diao Xiaosi and the troublemaker Huazi will be killed cleanly, so that all the rats who dare to provoke the divine power of the Zheng Guogong Mansion will understand what it means to have a tiger's butt and not be touched!

Unexpectedly, Wang Xuanshu only focused on the painting scroll under his pen, and only said indifferently after a while: "I know the Tao." ”

"Oh," the steward breathed a sigh of relief, "Little master, what do you want me to do?"

Wang Xuanshu smiled and said, "Go to sleep." ”

"Oh...... Huh?" the steward was stunned and said, "But the kid surnamed Diao is too rampant—"

"Isn't it good that Fusheng steals half a day's leisure?" Wang Xuanshu said disapprerovitically: "It's rare that Diao Gongzi volunteered to guard the door of the Guogong Mansion and block a group of people in the city who are attached to the flames and slap horses out of the willow garden, I really should thank him." ”

The steward nodded confusedly, gave a thumbs up and praised insincerely: "High, really high!"

Wang Xuanshu didn't mean to speak again, and the steward immediately withdrew from the study with interest and went back to the house to find the little girl.

"Huh-" A cloud of black gas suddenly gushed out from the corner of the study, and a demon warrior covered in black armor of an unknown dynasty emerged from the ground like a ghost, bowing to Wang Xuanshu with a look of awe on his face: "My lord!"

Wang Xuanshu said slowly: "Pass the news out." ”

"Yes!" the Dark Warrior promised without hesitation, but he didn't dare to look up at Wang Xuanshu, and Lingtai keenly sensed the bloody aura emanating from that scroll.

"Three days later, sub-hour. Wang Xuanshu commanded in a calm tone: "You can do the rest by yourself." ”

"My subordinates understand!" the Dark Warrior said no more, the black qi in his body rose, and his body was hidden underground.

Wang Xuanshu lightly hooked, painted the last stroke of a bull's horn on the upper left side of the scroll, slowly put down the brush, and his eyes casually cast his eyes out of the window, faintly hearing the noisy human voices and drum music outside the willow garden.

The corners of his lips inadvertently escaped a sneering smile that was not popular, and he whispered to himself: "Want to use this method to force out the hole cards of the Zheng Guogong Mansion——!?"

With a few slight turns of his wrist, he lifted the pen and continued to concentrate on his painting.

At the same time, the flowers outside the willow garden gathered more and more, and the surrounding walls were in shambles, littered with rotten leaves, rotten eggs, and many colorful and pungent smelling unknown things.

A whole day passed like this, the gate of the Guogong Mansion was closed and there was no response, and in the evening, the Hanako set up tents outside the willow garden, and played the invincible banner of "Occupy the Guogong Mansion", and they were ready to take root in Yong'an Fang for a long time.

In order to adjust the boredom and boredom of the slow and long night, Diao Xiaosi invited hundreds of Qinglou girls who could sing and dance in Chang'an City to open a bonfire party outside the gate of Liuyuan.

So after nightfall, the outside of the willow garden did not fall silent, but the sound of silk and bamboo, the song and swallow dance, a lively scene of singing and dancing.

Diao Xiaosi has also changed shotguns, I saw that he didn't know where to get a luxurious warm couch, held up a big umbrella comfortably, comfortably hugged the beauty in his left hand and held the wine glass in his right hand, and shouted and drank happily.

Looking at the tightly closed and silent Zhu Gate, he couldn't help but begin to admire Wang Xuanshu. Unexpectedly, this kid's shrinking head turtle skill is cultivated well, and he is really much stronger than his cousin Wang Renze.

- Do you want to play yin with Lao Tzu? You are still a little tender, Diao Siye has so many hole cards that he can't even count them.

It's only the first day, let's play slowly, play you to death!