The most powerful minister in the world

The night is vast and the moon is bright in the sky. Watching the night view of Dancheng from this abandoned beacon tower has a unique flavor.

The criss-crossing streets and rows of oil-paper lanterns hung on solid wooden pillars look like stars in the sky from a distance.

The pavilions and pavilions are colorful, and looking at the four city gates, the soldiers of Xiziying escorted batches of prison cars into the city.

Jingxi stretched out on the Taishi chair, patted his belly and said, "I'm hungry~"

"Second Young Master, I said we should go to a restaurant at noon. If you don't go, forget it. You still have to drag me here to stay until now." Feng Zhuoyi curled his lips and murmured.

"You know what the heck, I'm so jealous of you, young master. Do you think you can see such a scene anywhere?"

Feng Zhuoyi shook his sleeves, put his slender fingers to his lips, looked at the torches swaying in the night, and shook his head.

"Hey!" A sharp voice exploded in everyone's ears like an arrow piercing the sky.

Jingxi closed her ears without even thinking that Li Min had arrived.

I saw this ninth-level cook walking up the stone stairs with two food boxes in hand and an unhappy look on her face.

A pair of big eyes wandered around Jingxi's body. When he walked up to him, he shouted: "If you don't want to eat, why don't you let my bear eat?"

"Miss Li, I haven't eaten either." Li Dongyang stretched out his hand and said.

"you shut up!"

Li Dongyang shrank his neck, turned around consciously and faced the wall and stopped saying anything.

"Why do you blame me if you don't come to see me off at noon?"

Faced with Jingxi's shamelessness, Li Min gritted her teeth and slammed one of the food boxes on the small square table, causing tea to splash all over the table and all over Jingxi's crotch.

Jingxi jumped up and was about to yell, only to hear a cold voice coming from his ear: "I'm waiting for you to come back for lunch. The food is sour and I haven't seen you. So I'm hiding here."

When Feng Zhuoyi saw the person coming, he stood up in a hurry, only to feel a dark shadow passing by him quickly. When he turned around, he saw that Jing Xi was already walking back this way with the person in his arms.

"Miss Liu~" Feng Zhuoyi saluted seriously.

Liu Ningmei exchanged a squatting salute and sat down on Feng Zhuoyi's chair without ceremony.

Jingxi shouted towards the darkness: "Go and get a gown."

Liu Ningmei put a slender hand to her mouth, yawned, and beat her legs again.

"Tell me, what are you doing here? There's no shelter from the wind. What should you do if you get cold?"

"Hmph~" Liu Ningmei rolled her eyes, "If you really don't want me to come, you should go back earlier."

A soldier from Xiziying with a resolute face handed the coat to Jingxi, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Jingxi shook out his coat and put it on Liu Ningmei.

"Ha~How many people were arrested?"

Jingxi proudly held out a finger: "Let's call it a hundred."

"Let me take a look at the list."

Jingxi, who was touching his chest, didn't take out the list for a long time. It wasn't until Liu Ningmei glared that he took it out and handed it to her hand.

After a while, Liu Ningmei's face gradually darkened. Seeing this, Jingxi asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Liu Ningmei, who had been silent for a long time, raised her head and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, I'm worried that the dungeon can't accommodate so many people. Ahem, let's eat first."

Jingxi shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, maybe someone will invite you later."

The cries of nightingales could be heard endlessly, and the sound of daggers being unsheathed on the left and right gave off a bit of chill.

At the stone staircase, an old man in his fifties, dressed in rich clothes, was not afraid of the Xiziying soldiers who suddenly appeared from the darkness.

He even calmly rubbed the short knife close to his neck with his fingers and praised: "A good knife, I only see it in my life."

Jingxi smiled and said, "Then you are really ignorant."

He waved his hand, and the Xiziying soldiers sheathed their swords and stood behind the man.

The old man bowed to Jing Xi and said, "I am an old steward of Prince Annan's Mansion. On the order of the prince, I came here to invite the second young master to a banquet."

Hearing this, Jingxi raised his eyebrows at Liu Ningmei, quite showing off, which made her squeal.

"Look, I've already finished eating here. You can go back. I'll prepare a generous gift and go to the palace to meet the prince some other day."

"Oh ho ho~ It doesn't matter. The prince said that if the second young master has already had his meal, it would be good for him to have a cup of tea at the prince's palace."

"If you think about it, the prince can be regarded as the uncle of the second young master. Since he is a member of his own family, he doesn't need to care about those false etiquette."

Jingxi stepped aside and rubbed the fingers of his fingers. When Liu Ningmei's back appeared in the sight of the palace steward, he quickly bowed and said, "I didn't know Miss Liu was here. I'm rude."

"What? The prince also invited me?" Liu Ningmei had no intention of getting up and only said coldly.

The palace steward still bent over and said with a smile: "The prince knows that Miss Liu has arrived in Jiangnan. The prince and Mr. Liu Kaiyan have a teacher-student relationship, so naturally he wants to invite the girl to sit in the house and show some friendship as a landlord."

"However, there is a cool breeze tonight. I know that the girl is in poor health, so I did not send out an invitation. I hope you will forgive me."

From the answer, we can naturally know that this old steward is not an ordinary person. He answered so freely and appropriately, but he was also worthy of the reputation of Prince Annan's palace.

"I'm tired of traveling and traveling, so I won't trouble the prince. Why don't I ask someone to go and greet the prince on my behalf, lest anyone say that we juniors have broken the rules."

Jingxi's pupils shrank sharply, and without waiting for him to dissuade him, Liu Ningmei waved her beautiful hand, and a person slowly fell from the air on the teeth of the city wall.

This man stood with his hands behind his back and held a sword. His bronze face looked full of evil aura in the dark night, and his eyes like ice caves were like iron ropes that seduced the soul. As long as he looked at it, he would be entangled to death.

The green glass sword in Li Dongyang's hand began to tremble without warning, as if the fighting spirit was aroused by the intimidating sword energy all over his body.

He quickly held it down and turned around to look at the person who came. Yes, the person who came was none other than the Cave Mystic Realm sword cultivator who captured Scarface’s head with thousands of troops that day—Xi Shi!

Li Dongyang breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and smiled in his heart: It seems that I don't have anything to do tonight.

"Meimei, what are you doing? I'm taking Uncle Xishi with me. What's going on?"

Liu Ningmei patted his face and said: "You are not taking him there, and he is not taking you there. You two go your own way, and no one is in the way of the other."

Before Jingxi could speak again, Liu Ningmei smiled and said, "Uncle Xishi, I'd like to trouble you to take a trip."

Xushi raised the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly, saying, "Miss, please act smart."

After saying that, a pair of cold eyes fell on Jingxi, making him shiver uncontrollably.

He coughed quickly and said, "Uncle Xishi, please come first."

"The stone stairs are too slow. I'll wait for you below."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xushi fell backward naturally and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Second Young Master, please~" the old steward said without changing his expression.