[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

When Ximen Chuuxue returned to the dining table, Lu Xiaofeng quickly turned his head to look in Ding Minjun's direction, then leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Ximen, are your father and senior Ding still old acquaintances?"

Ximen Chuuxue poured himself a glass of plain water, picked it up and drank it slowly, apparently not intending to answer.

Lu Xiaofeng has always been a person who is very good at observing words and expressions. After he noticed the attitude of the other party, he put away his curiosity in a timely manner and asked another topic: "Why did you go out this time?"

He knew it, according to Ximen Chuuxue's past style, he would stay outside for so long this time, obviously to do something that he attached great importance to.

Sure enough, after a while, he heard him say lightly: "In three days, I will compete with others in Qingfeng Mountain outside the city."

Lu Xiaofeng was slightly taken aback when he heard it, his heart sank slightly, and he asked, "Which senior is the warrior?"

He would ask this, because among his peers, Ximen Chuuxue has already had few opponents, and the swordsmanship he practiced is destined to be rewarded only by fighting against someone who is stronger than him or someone who is also proficient in swordsmanship, but with someone who is also proficient in swordsmanship There are usually only two endings in a battle between such people: either win or die.

He and Ximen Chuuxue have known each other for six or seven years, and he knows that every time he fights against others, he has a narrow escape to win. Before that, he hadn't fought against anyone for half a year. For this long-lost battle, he must be I have found an opponent for myself who has to fight with my life. As a friend, knowing that the other party is about to fight with others, it is inevitable that I will be a little worried.

However, Ximen Chuuxue himself raised his head, his dark eyes were bright, full of high fighting spirit, his thin lips moved slightly, and he revealed a name: "Dugu Yihe."

Lu Xiaofeng opened his eyes wide, and asked in surprise: "But that Supreme Elder of the Emei Sect, one of the six people who are said to be able to truly reach the peak of martial arts in the world today, the Dugu Yihe who is as famous as you?"

Ximen Chuuxue raised the corners of his mouth in a rare way.

Lu Xiaofeng could tell that he was in a good mood, the joy of meeting his opponent was one of the rare things that could arouse his emotions.

But he wasn't in a good mood at all. As a friend, even if he didn't agree with Ximen Chuuxue's way of pursuing a higher level of swordsmanship with his life, he wouldn't say anything to stop him, so he could only suppress all his opposition in his heart , picked up the still warm boiled water as wine, and got bored in one sip.Finally, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and let out a long sigh.

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On the other side, Ding Minjun picked up a steamed bun and put it into Yang Qingyan's bowl, lightly hit the chopsticks that were about to be broken by him, looked at his bitter and bitter look and asked funnyly: "What are you thinking about? What about things, can't even take care of food?"

Yang Qingyan suddenly came back to his senses, took a bite out of the steamed bun as if trying to hide it, and said vaguely: "No, it's nothing..." But he was even more wary of Ximen Chuuxue in his heart.Leaving aside the question of why my younger sister fell in love with this kid at first sight, I never expected that even my own mother seemed to have a close relationship with the other's father.

Among other things, he only wants to know one thing now——

Yang Qingyan thought deeply: About this Ximen Wujue... Senior, does dad know anything about it?

It's not clear if his father knows him or not, but his mother has obviously sensed that something is wrong with him, and she is putting down her chopsticks as if she wants to have a good talk with him.

Yang Qingyan: "..."

He hurriedly lowered his head to pretend that he was concentrating on eating, avoiding his mother's probing eyes.

At this moment, Shangguan Danfeng who was sitting at the next table came over and asked in her usual soft tone: "Madam, it's almost time, if we don't leave, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach King Jinpeng's mansion before dark."

It stands to reason that after she was mercilessly humiliated yesterday, with the self-esteem and pride she showed towards her status as a princess, she should definitely not be like this today as if nothing happened.I don't know whether to say that she is broad-minded and does not hold grudges, or that she is deep-minded and has strong endurance.

Shangguan Danfeng's gaze inadvertently swept across the awkward maid standing aside with lowered eyebrows and hands down, she didn't take it seriously, she quickly moved her gaze away, and fixed on Ding Minjun again, waiting for her Reply, and that's why she didn't notice that the unremarkable maid breathed a sigh of relief after she left her sight.

Ding Minjun also wanted to solve the Huamanlou matter as soon as possible, so he quickly stood up and led the people out.Seeing this, Lu Xiaofeng on the other table quickly stood up, and after a brief talk with Ximen Chuuxue, he jumped over in three steps at a time, squeezing himself between Yang Qingyan and Shen Lang without treating himself as an outsider at all. , smiled at them very naturally.

The speed of the carriage was not slow, but after three hours, it arrived at the Jinpeng Palace that Shangguan Danfeng had mentioned.

It is said to be a palace, but in fact it is just a relatively large house, not even as good as a courtyard of their own. Among them, there is the daughter of the richest man in Fenyang, the wife and children of the bright left envoy of Mingjiao, and even a Naturally, the place where the rich woman lives can't be bad. Even Lu Xiaofeng, who seems to be the poorest, often runs between Wanmei Villa and Huafu. Whether it's the slightly dull vermilion paint on the pillars or the buckle on the gate that can't cover up the rust even though it has been painted golden, in their eyes, everything is really telling the meaning of decline, just like how many times even if the country is destroyed. Ten years later, the Shangguan family still stubbornly clings to the status of the long-existing royal family.

After Ding Minjun and his party were led by Shangguan Danfeng to meet the aging King Jinpeng, they went to the guest room specially prepared for them to rest. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw a man sitting alone in a pavilion in the garden. The young man in brocade with his sleeves in his sleeves cooking tea.

Yang Qingshao and Zhu Qiqi were overjoyed and shouted at the same time: "Brother Hua Qi!"

The two looked at each other, picked up their skirts and trotted over.

This young man in brocade clothes is naturally the Huamanlou they came looking for on this trip.The sun was shining today, and his eyes couldn't stand the strong sunlight, so he closed them. However, since he was a child, he has been able to listen to sounds and distinguish positions to the extreme. When his eyes can't see, other senses It will be multiplied, sometimes even sharper than seeing with the eyes.

When Yang Qingshao and Zhu Qiqi ran over, Hua Manlou had already stood up, smiled and nodded in their direction exactly, and called, "No regrets, Qiqi, long time no see."

Then he took the initiative to take two steps forward, stood up straight, and softly called Ding Minjun who walked into the pavilion, "Aunt Ding, I made you worry."

"You." For this junior whom she has always liked very much, she didn't say anything to blame, but took out the jade pendant from her sleeve pocket, hung it on his waist herself, and said to him: "It's so important Don’t just ‘borrow’ things for others to use in the future.”

Hua Manlou smiled a little embarrassedly, stroked the engraving on the jade pendant lightly with her fingertips, and nodded, "Okay."

The pot of tea on the small red clay stove is finally brewed, and the fragrance of tea is permeating, which is fascinating.

It's not suitable to talk about secret topics in broad daylight, so a group of people have already moved to the guest room.

Lu Xiaofeng picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup unceremoniously. He was not in a hurry to drink, but asked curiously while sniffing the fragrance of the tea: "Hua Man Lou, why are you here?" His eyes Turning around, he added: "Could it be that Princess Danfeng invited you here too?"

Hua Manlou shook his head when he heard the words, then nodded lightly, and said: "I am here indeed for Princess Danfeng, but it is not her who invited me, but her cousin Shangguan Feiyan."

"What?" Lu Xiaofeng was a little confused by him, and asked, "What's going on here?"

Before he could answer, Yang Qingyan, who was sitting next to him, looked at the facial maid standing behind his mother and asked suddenly: "You have a face mask on your face, right?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone's attention was drawn to the ugly-looking maid.The latter was slightly taken aback, and looked at Ding Minjun subconsciously. Seeing her nod, he raised his hand and groped behind his ear for a while, then slowly tore off a piece of penis as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing a picture with that Danfeng The princess is seven or eight points similar, but has a more beautiful and noble face.

She put the torn urinals on the table, looked at everyone and said, "Because I am the real Shangguan Danfeng."

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