If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

When Fan Xi came out of the restaurant, he bumped into the man in black who hurried over.

The man in black saw him and said, "My lord, an arrow flew into the study just now!"

Fan Xi raised an eyebrow, "Where's the arrow?"

The man in black took out the arrow and handed it over.

Fan Xi stroked the arrow, the tip of the arrow was very sharp, the feathers on the tail of the arrow were not like ordinary arrows, the carving was very gorgeous, he stared at the line of characters engraved on the top of the arrow.

The first branch of the Demon Sect.

Fan Xi snorted coldly, "Apart from this arrow, what else?"

The man in black took out the paper strip that was originally tied to the arrow body.

Fan Xi glanced at it, and there were a few words written in dragons and phoenixes, not big, but full of pride.

Don't make a fuss.

Fan Xi naturally knew what this meant.In fact, he never wanted to let the whole world know that the Demon Cult has spies everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River, causing panic.

Just let Fan Yu have a headache.He has never liked to be busy.

The man in black glanced at Fan Xi's face, he hesitated for a while before saying, "What is your lord doing in Jiangnan? Or Mo Zuoxiang..."

Fan Xi said: "I just want to see the plum blossoms in Jiangnan."

"..."

"Winter is almost over, let's also take a look at the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River."

"...My lord, you should tell the truth." He never believed that the master came all the way to the south of the Yangtze River for such a small reason!

"Oh, did you discover all of this?"

Look, your lord is really busy!

"Well, I just heard that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Jiangnan is very sweet. I didn't expect you to see through this. It's good to reward you to buy me an osmanthus cake."

"..." Maybe Jiangnan Misty Rain.

……

midnight.

Fan Xi sat on the eaves, the moonlight seemed to be brighter than that of the capital.

A masked man wearing a large dark cloak stepped forward, stepping on the cornice, walking very steadily.

Fan Xi didn't even look back.

"It's not bad to be able to avoid this king's men."

The masked man smiled heartily, "Your Highness is really flattering you."

Fan Xi suddenly lay down, with his hands behind his head, very comfortable.

"..." The masked man was not surprised. Few people lay down so leisurely in front of him. "Your Highness is so assured of me? Are you afraid that I will suddenly draw a knife?"

"Would you then?"

The masked man said: "No." He didn't come this time to kill him, but just to spread a message.He never does anything without pay.

"Then what is the king worried about?"

The masked man chuckled, "Does Your Highness know that I have chased and killed you?"

"know."

"Then why..."

Fan Xi answered as a matter of course: "The last time I took other people's money to do something, now it is Mo Xinwang who pays."

The masked man pondered: "Do you know why I came?"

Fan Xi smiled and said, "I still know who you are."

The masked man shrugged, "Well, Your Highness, I'm just passing on a word. Zhen Junzi is currently staying in Jiangnan, so don't get entangled with him. It's best not to even meet him."

Fan Xi frowned and thought for a long time before he remembered who Zhen Junzi was.

"What's wrong with him? This king has nothing to do with him."

The masked man smiled and said, "He has now become the murderer who murdered the prince."

If Fan Xi, who was once suspected, had contact with him, he would be suspected again.

Fan Xi raised his eyebrows and said, "Junzi Zhen? Who spread the rumors?"

The masked man said: "Qu Wen found out that there was another layer on the fugitive's letterhead, and that layer contained some of Zhen Junzi's methods of murdering the crown prince."

"..." Fan Xi couldn't help smiling wryly, An Le actually framed another person.

To clear yourself of suspicion?

Fan Xi couldn't help wiping the jade finger on his thumb, he didn't know whether he was really smiling wryly or from the bottom of his heart.

At least he can believe that An Le is still worried about his own safety.

The masked man stood on the cornice, and the night wind was still a little chilly.

He couldn't help asking: "Won't you be cold when lying on the eaves?" Although I don't feel cold when I practice martial arts, the prince doesn't necessarily feel cold, does he?

Fan Xi closed her eyes, and replied softly: "He likes to lie on the eaves and sleep lightly."

The masked man naturally knew who the "he" Fan Xi was referring to, and Mo Xinwang had also told him not to talk too much.

The masked man curled his lips and said, "I'll take my leave."

"Wait," Fan Xi suddenly said, "By the way, I will bring a word for this king to Mo Xinwang."

The masked man said unceremoniously: "Bring the silver taels, it will be done naturally."

"Look for Mo Xinwang to go."

"……Speaking."

"Tell him that Fan Yu is a good candidate."

The masked man couldn't help asking, "What's the meaning of this?"

Fan Xi smiled and looked at him.

The masked man curled his lips and muttered, "We must kill him hard!"

After saying that, he flew away swiftly, stepping on the old tiles without a slight sound.

Fan Xi continued to lie on the roof tiles, most of the moonlight was blocked, and she was very ignorant.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is still tangy, but there are only a few residual plums left on the branches.

"The flowers are about to fade—" A sigh lingered around the branches for a long time.

……

Meixueling is a bit colder than Jiangnan, but the plum blossoms are still flourishing, and the bright red is almost more colorful than the snow. Accompanied by the sound of flutes, zithers, and the crisp sound of chess pieces hitting the chessboard, it is like a fairyland outside the world.

An Le and Mei Wuyin were talking about the wine order boredly, there was no one else in this land except them and a few boys, it was quiet, but they couldn't bear a bit of desolation, and it was very boring to talk about the wine order.

In order to drink, An Le often loses on purpose, and he is very forthright when he gets to the bottom of it.

Mei Wuyin let him smell of alcohol, mumbled the order in a daze, and took a sip slowly by herself, it was refreshing and intoxicating.

An Le held the jug, raised his head and took a sip, the rest was not enough for him.

"Come again!"

Mei Wuyin put down the wine cup and said clearly, "You're drunk."

An Le chuckled, "Not drunk."

Mei Wuyin got up quietly, and glanced at him with disgust, "Go back and sleep well."

An Le ignored him, and picked up the flagon beside him, Mei Wuyin swiped with his left hand, and at some point a green bamboo fan appeared from his fingertips, and hit the flagon suddenly, the flagon shattered!

An Le was stunned for a while and guessed: "This is already the second jug of fine wine you smashed."

Mei Wuyin also said: "This is also the second time I've seen you drunk."

"Not drunk." An Le shook his head and muttered.

Mei Wuyin sighed, "What are you obsessed with?"

An Le fell silent, and slammed her head on the table, making a loud noise.

Mei Wuyin stared at him for a while, took a deep breath, and called the boy, "Help him in, it's too cold outside."

Xiaotong responded, helped Anle up, and was about to walk to Anle's Xiaoyao Pavilion, but Mei Wuyin asked again: "Have you received any letters from Baili recently?"

The little boy replied respectfully: "Sir, the letter paper has never been broken."

"Is there anything mentioned?"

The little boy frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "What do you mean sir?"

"The matter of An Le...and what happened to the court?"

"An Le seems to have committed the crime himself in order to get rid of the crime of a prince, and then escaped. The court—except for the prince and his recovery."

Mei Wuyin frowned, "Take the blame? Why didn't you say it before?"

Xiaotong thought that he was also blaming him, so he hurriedly lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Mr. didn't ask much—"

Mei Wuyin waved her hand and said, "Send him back to the house."

"Yes."

Mei Wuyin looked at the pool of wine stains on the table, the lingering aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

"A prince?" Mei Wuyin muttered.

The next day, An Le stepped out of the house with her head in her hands, still playing the flute, and still swaying the red plums.

Mei Wuyin smiled when she saw An Le, "Follow me down the mountain today."

An Le covered her head and said, "What are you doing?"

"Tomb sweeping."

"……kindness?"

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Afterwards, there will be a large-scale running of the plot, and the emotional drama will be after about 90 chapters, the above