Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

"You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief for a thousand days. You came to the Ning concubine palace to keep an eye on me at night, but you didn't find Chou Yin Mao. According to me, let's forget it."

It was an old friend who said this.

Bai Wuchang, Qin Feng.

Du Manzhi prepared several carts of gold ingots for tuition.

Not only did he learn from Qin Feng how to transform his soul into a decent set of clothes after leaving the body, he also learned the rules and regulations, shift schedules, taboos that cannot be touched, etc.

Let's put it this way, many people think that being an undercover person is a very prestigious profession, but in fact it is the same. They are also hardworking social animals.

Modern bosses, while making money, also take time to care about the physical and mental health of their employees, lest employees suffer heart attacks or cerebral infarctions and be sent to the ICU when they poop with pay, and by the way, put their company on the social news.

The boss of the underworld doesn't have to worry about this problem at all.

What is 996? In Qin Feng's understanding, it is indeed a blessing. After all, not only is he on duty hours a day, all year round, but he doesn't even have to sleep.

"Oh, I really envy you that your life is impermanent. When you are alive, you are impermanent. You are no different from ordinary people. You can do whatever you want without those broken rules." Qin Feng sighed sincerely.

Du Manzhi thought, then you don't know the truth.

She was holding two salaries from Fengdu and Qinggong at the same time, doing her own work, and it didn't stop her from earning money from the other world in exchange for good things to use here.

It cannot be said, it cannot be said.

I said I was afraid of being isolated by these evil things.

Qin Feng dragged the soul of an old eunuch and went back in no hurry to work as a foreigner here.

Du Manzhi, who was also in a state of soul, stood on the treetop. It was dark and quiet underneath, with no unusual aura at all. He didn't know what he was expecting. He sighed, and tonight was in vain again.

She always felt that there was something wrong with Ning Bin.

Asking is intuition.

Qin Feng said: "Ning Bin, she goes to bed earlier than anyone else. Every time she passes by her, the lights in the palace are never turned on. But I tell you, the suspect should have a basis. If she stares at her all day long, if she There is a problem, I have noticed it a long time ago, is there still a flaw waiting for you to catch?"

Du Manzhi shrugged: "I understand the truth, but the ghost king disappeared in the palace, and the prince still has that little thing of unknown origin. I always feel that the palace is full of dangers. I can't sleep well, so I might as well look around."

Qin Feng was even more puzzled.

"What does this have to do with you? Have you received a wanted order? Have you been assigned to investigate by the higher authorities? None, so what are you worried about? You can just hang around... learn from me, earn more gold and silver to buy a family background, and you will be better in the future. If you have the opportunity, invest in a wealthy family, this is the right way!"

Du Manzhi glanced at him, expressionless: "Is there a possibility that your gold and silver were earned from me?"

"...It seems so."

Donor father, forgive the offence!

Qin Feng ran away directly.

……

Du Manzhi can be stubborn sometimes, with a sense of responsibility that she cannot explain.

These shady agents are acting according to orders. Without instructions and no benefits, don't even think about them making any more moves.

The biggest difference between Du Manzhi and them is that she acts freely and based on her heart.

Her original intention is to solve the trouble she created first.

On the day of the Ghost Festival, Chen Douer fought with her to buy time for the Ghost King, but the Ghost King lost him again with her. In addition, she had been to the corpse raising ground in Xichang before, but she didn't notice that there was a ghost king underneath.

At this point, bringing him to justice has become her obsession.

Du Manzhi put his consciousness into Gui Lu's cell and teased the little black ball for a while. Seeing that it still refused to admit its origin, he decided to see him another day.

Returning to Yuxu Palace, she glanced at the air above and knew someone was coming.

Jiu Qiansui was sitting next to the bamboo table in the living room. When he heard people in the back room getting up to put on their shoes, he put out the snacks and milk tea in the food box.

The milk tea here is different from modern times. It is not overly sweet because it is salty and has a strong tea astringency. It is difficult to like it when you first taste it. After drinking it a few times, you feel that you can't live without it, so it becomes a frequent visitor at her dining table. .

Enjoyable late night snack time.

It is also a time for exchanging information.

Jiu Qiansui's Xichang spy is very good, and the information Du Manzhi got from the evil spirits and ghosts is also very exciting.

Light and darkness, day and night, the combination of information from both sides will often produce qualitative changes, directly reaching the essence of things.

"Zhan Shuhua is very ambitious, you should be careful." Du Manzhi suddenly said.

Nine Thousand Years Old: "If you had said that from the beginning, I wouldn't have believed it."

Du Manzhi sneered: "Believe it or not." I'll give it up if I spoil you.

"A few days ago, the old lady came up with some good ideas, and the princess was released from confinement that night. The next day, Duke Chengen's daughter-in-law came to the palace to visit, and she took a family letter with her." Jiu Qiansui smiled, "Do you want to know? , what did she write in the letter?"

Du Manzhi rolled her eyes at him: "I'm too lazy to think about it. Anyway, it's related to you. You, who are about to be plotted, are not in a hurry. Why should I be anxious?"

"Oh, I wanted to take you to see some fun, but it's a pity that you left early and came back late, so you missed the daytime show."

Du Manzhi was stunned: "Huh?"

He made a gesture, meaning to come over.

Unable to bear his curiosity, Du Manzhi leaned over.

A slightly moist breath swept softly by the ears, and the familiar sandalwood flowed along their sleeves. Du Manzhi's eyes subconsciously glanced down to someone's abdomen, and saw that he was wearing a purple robe stretched straight on his knees, and there was nothing visible.

His forehead was suddenly flicked.

There was no pain, but all reverie was interrupted.

"I asked you to hand over your ears. Where are you looking?" The man was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

The distance of half a meter is like a trench, with broken ice floes floating in the sea, sinking and floating.

Du Manzhi didn't like this feeling.

She stepped forward and boldly grabbed his chin.

It felt as tight as she imagined.

This chin line is clearer than her unfinished career line.

What a disaster. It's a pity that she was reborn as a boy. Otherwise, how could there be anything to do with Concubine Ning in this palace?

"What does this mean?" The beauty lowered her eyebrows and showed no joy or anger.

Du Manzhi licked his lower lips and looked at the face intently: "You have to know that most of my dignity is just a show. Everyone has a love for beauty."

The beauty's smile flashed: "Are you trying to say that you also love this skin?"

"Yes, I love its fresh look the most."

She didn't want to see his ugly appearance with gray hair and wrinkled face.

But when I thought about the plot in which he was in his prime and miserable when he died, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Du Manzhi looked away sullenly and said seriously: "If you are going to die one day, remember to find a place where no one is around and don't hurt this good body."

Jiu Qiansui also asked seriously: "Waiting for you to pick it up?"

She didn't know what she thought of, and she chuckled: "Yes, I will come and get it, peel off your skin and make it into the most beautiful doll. You will serve me tea and water every day, wash and cook."

Jiu Qiansui shook his head and grabbed her hand.

"It was you who insisted on changing your identity and didn't want to be my wife."

Du Manzhi fell down on the edge of the coffee table, ran her fingertips through the black hair on the side of his neck, and asked him lazily: "Can't it be the other way around?"

You, be my wife.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled slowly, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Hugh, think about it."

"..."

"The Duke Cheng'en's Mansion will hold a banquet tomorrow. If you want to go, let Liu Yan accompany you."

Du Manzhi was puzzled.

Who is Liu Yan?

……

This question persisted until she met the real person.

She stood on the second floor and looked down. Zhao Tie led a person through the path of Yuxu Palace.

The woman was only half a head shorter than Zhao Tie, with slender limbs. She wore a flying fish suit, an embroidered spring knife, and a neat low ponytail hanging from the back of the imperial guard's hat to her waist.

She has long eyebrows and narrow eyes, and a stern face. As she strides forward, the sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, illuminating her wheat-colored profile.

Good guy.

The temperamental royal sister, the pure Jiquan Tiancai!

Du Manzhi was glad that he had a firm mind and was not easily turned into mosquito coils.

"Everyone has a love for beauty?" Jiu Qiansui looked at her unable to take her eyes away. When he saw her two proud subordinates, he suddenly didn't like her so much, "Humph."

Du Manzhi felt guilty inexplicably: "Ahem, I'm not as good-looking as you."

As soon as the words came out, it was wrong. It was nothing to do with him. He was just a partner.

As soon as Miss Tiancai entered the small courtyard, her eyes searched for Du Manzhi and became stuck there. His eyes were almost tearful and eager, as if just saying a word to her would make her cry on the spot in the next second.

so weird.

"...Do I owe her money?" Du Manzhi muttered.

Nine Thousand Years Old handed over five words: "Odd changes to even and remains unchanged."

"Ok?"

Du Manzhi's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's a fellow countryman! !

And she felt that Liu Yan's reassuring temperament was very familiar. Whether walking or standing, the posture is upright. In one word, stable!

She had only encountered this kind of temperament in one type of person.

Under Du Manzhi's hot look back, Liu Yan smiled, like the spring breeze blowing on her face, the ice melting and the snow melting.

Snap, her feet came together.

Raise your hands and salute.

Du Manzhi's smile was more sincere.

These are the soldiers from their hometown. Whenever their home and country are in trouble, they always rush to the front without hesitation. Anyone with a grateful heart will find it hard not to have a natural affinity for this profession.

She jumped out while holding on to the railing, and landed in front of Liu Yan. Her aura held open her coat, like a light and proud white crane.

This action surprised Liu Yan, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it, but the opponent had already landed lightly.

"Sister, how long have you been here?"

Liu Yan said without hesitation: "It will be twelve years in eight days!"

To be honest, Du Manzhi thought about it for a while, but she couldn't answer the exact date of time travel in one sentence.

Maybe it's because she doesn't want to go back. The body there is dead, and she has no relatives to care about.

She guessed that Liu Yan had thoughts there.

Or maybe something unforgettable happened on the day of time travel.

When they met for the first time, she didn't ask much. She just asked which year in reality the year Liu Yan traveled through corresponded to, and what major global news and major inventions had happened since then.

Liu Yan listened with great interest and interjected from time to time.

Zhao Tie looked at the sky, assessed the time, and reminded them that they could set off.

Du Manzhi: "The Cheng'en Palace didn't send me an invitation, so I just went like this, as if I was ruining the place."

Jiu Qiansui said in a casual tone: "Didn't you get a few sets of robes on the first day you entered Yuxu Palace? There are absolutely no counterfeits in the world. If you wear them, who would dare to stop you from entering?"

As for whether it counts as ruining the situation, it depends on whether the old man in Cheng'en Palace has something wrong with him.

Zhao Tie said: "This is a good thing to bring glory to their faces. You have to have a good seat to watch the show. Let's watch it slowly."

When they said it, Du Manzhi was really curious about what would happen during the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet.

"Then, will Liu Yan come with me?"

What she was thinking was that Liu Yan, who was dressed in standard Jinyiwei clothing, looked very glamorous in front of others, but behind the scenes he might be scolded as a lackey of the West Factory.

When a girl goes to a banquet to enjoy flowers, why don't she change into a pretty little dress and go play in the garden?

Liu Yan explained: "They asked me to protect you personally, but I think your skills are not bad, so you shouldn't need my protection. And I also want to help you identify people."

"Recognize someone?"

"The previous silver hairpin case was handed over to the West Factory. Because the victims were all female dependents, I basically led the team into the backyard to investigate. I should have seen all the ladies attending the banquet today."

Wow.

Traveling back in time to ancient times, it was already amazing to be a woman and get the rank of Jin Yiwei. She could also lead a team on a mission alone! Awesome, policewoman style!

Liu Yan didn't brag.

After entering Duke Cheng'en's Mansion, she not only recognized all the guests, but was also familiar with the route. She stood in front of Du Manzhi with a cold face and swept away a group of buzzing flies that were scented with makeup and powder.

The flower-viewing banquet has not yet officially started, and the important matron and princess did not appear. The daughter-in-law of Duke Cheng'en who was welcoming the guests was not sure of her mother-in-law's thoughts, so she did not dare to be too enthusiastic towards this distinguished guest of Yuxu Palace. So as not to fall into the blame.

Liu Yan pulled Du Manzhi around and turned into a path along the landscape forest.

The destination was an abandoned courtyard next to the backyard, and there were voices inside.

They scratched the roof and listened.

A thin female voice ordered.

Occasionally a man's voice expressed obedience.

After a while, two veiled women in cloaks walked out first, one behind the other, in an orderly manner.

Liu Yan pointed to the dignified man in front of him.

"That's the princess."

In fact, Du Manzhi could see the heroine aura of that person, it was Zhan Shuhua.

She felt that the robe of Yuxu Palace was in the way, so she took off her outer robe and tied it around her waist, then jumped down and blocked the door.

"These people are all poor scholars hired by the old lady of Cheng'en Palace." Liu Yan said in her ear.

"Look at those people in their forties who have not yet passed the exam. They have no money to go home and have no shame to go home. So they set up stalls on the street to copy and write letters for others."

"The younger one on the left can draw. He has a calligraphy and painting stall in Nanshi. It was smashed a few days ago."

After counting them all, they were all poor and frustrated Confucian students.

Du Manzhi found that she had left out one person.

And in terms of appearance, he is the most conspicuous among the crowd.

The young scholar wears a wrinkled gown, a bamboo fan at his waist, and a slender white feather inserted diagonally in his bun.

Although his clothes are wrinkled, they are not old and washed out until they turn white. Large areas of green bamboo are embroidered on the corners of the clothes with fine silk thread, and the embroidery threads shine with a little color in the dim place.

"A guy pretending to be poor sneaks in..." Du Manzhi thought about what the heroine's maid ordered the group of people to do, and smiled slightly, "Is this brother also here to watch the fun?"