[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

The small town is not too big, and it is not located in a major traffic route. The news is relatively closed, but it is not enough to be ignorant of such things as the Jin people attacking Taiyuan.

Yan Jingbai's current appearance is very good, and he smiles amiably, and soon asked about the things he wanted to know.

He sat down beside Fang Yingkan, picked up the tea bowl in front of him and drank several mouthfuls, until the bowl of water was empty, he wiped his chin and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Yingkan waited for him to finish his drink before leaning over and asking, "How is it? How is the situation in Taiyuan?"

Yan Jingbai shook his head, and said with a sneer, "Maybe we have all been played by the golden men."

Fang Yingkan frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

Yan Jingbai explained: "If the Jin people really attacked Taiyuan, it is impossible for the people here to have no news. We have traveled all the way, and we will not meet a single person who fled."

"Shocking?" Fang Yingkan raised his eyebrows.

Yan Jingbai sneered coldly: "The Emperor of the Kingdom of Jin really thinks highly of me. He mobilized his troops to set up such a big game just for my life."

"The official's words are wrong," Fang Yingkan joked with a smile: "You are the emperor of Song Dynasty, your life is more precious than anyone else, how can you say it is a mere life?!"

Yan Jingbai ignored him, he was thinking about the next situation.

No matter how calm he pretended to be in front of Fang Yingkan, he could not conceal his inner anxiety. It would be a lie to say that he was not impatient. Now that he is missing, how could those ambitious conspirators easily let go of this golden opportunity? !

Zhao Ji doesn't count on him. The father-son relationship between him and Zhao Huan is not very deep. Before leaving the palace, he even had a fight with the other party. The quarrel was very unpleasant. It would be great if he didn't stab Yan Jingbai in the back. Satisfied.

Besides, it wasn't that he looked down on Zhao Ji. With the other party's ability, even if he was on his side, he probably wouldn't be able to help much. He might still have a headache that the other party would hold him back!

The only one who can place hope is Zhuge Zhengwo, I hope he can make a choice that satisfies him.

"What are you thinking?" Fang Yingkan's voice rang in his ear.

Yan Jingbai sighed and said: "If you think about how to get back to Bianliang as quickly as possible, I'm afraid the weather will change if you're late."

"Finally in a hurry?!" Fang Yingkan gloated, "I thought you could keep pretending to be calm, but I overestimated it."

Yan Jingbai squinted his eyes, but was not angry, but suddenly changed the subject and said, "I pawned your sword."

The pitch-black eyes widened all of a sudden, and Fang Yingkan couldn't even speak, "You, you, what are you talking about?"

"Your sword was pawned by me." Yan Jingbai repeated it tirelessly, and then added: "Otherwise, how do we go back to Bianliang? Walk back like a beggar?"

Fang Ying saw his blood surge up, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood. He shook his fingers and said, "But that is the Blood River Excalibur, the Blood River Excalibur that has been with me for nearly 20 years!" symbols of!Is that how he got pawned off? !

Yan Jingbai frowned, "Do you think I want to be that sword? It's not inlaid with gems, nor does it have a gorgeous scabbard. I negotiated with the pawnshop owner for a long time, and I only pawned 20 taels of silver. It's likely that I haven't reached Bianliang yet." We will run out of money."

Fang Yingkan's face was flushed, and the inferior gold step in the bun dangled in mid-air, which was kindly sponsored by Aunt Yang, looking at the other party's eyes, wishing to eat him alive.

Yan Jingbai rubbed his chin and said innocently: "Isn't it just a sword? If you really don't want to part with it, wait until we return to Bianliang and send someone to redeem it. At that time, I will give you ten more as interest."

Fang Ying looked up at the sky, wanting to cry but no tears.

Yan Jingbai searched almost all over the town before he found a carriage owner who was willing to travel far away. After paying a deposit of five taels of silver, he finally set off for Bianjing City.

Yan Jingbai, who was determined to rush to Bianliang, would not know that just two days after he left, the small town ushered in three people - a boy in black with a sword, a handsome young man with bad manners, and a sunny and cheerful young man.

It was the cold-blooded, ruthless, and life-seeking trio who had gathered.

Several people are well-known head-hunters of the Six-Fan Sect, and they still have some experience in finding someone, but they seem to be a step late.

Inside the dimly lit inn room.

An ordinary long soft sword was placed on the table, the narrow blade glowed coldly under the candlelight.

"This is indeed Fang Xiaohou's Blood River Excalibur!" Wu Qing was silent for a long time, and finally came to such a conclusion.

Zhui Ming frowned, and said: "The owner of the pawn shop said that this sword was mortgaged by a young man in his twenties with a gentle temperament, and he said that it would be redeemed in two months."

Wuqing said in a deep voice: "It seems that the young master is either Fang Xiaohou or an official, but we came a step late."

Leng Xue, who had been standing silently in the corner all this time, suddenly raised his hand, the sword light flashed, and a flower pot placed on the window sill split in half instantly.

Frowning ruthlessly, he said in a rare soft voice: "Don't worry, you also heard from your third senior brother that after those two became swords, they hired a carriage to go to Bianliang. When we arrive in Kaifeng, we will always meet people.”

Zhui Ming pursed his lips, and suddenly interjected: "How can the elder brother be sure it must be them? Others have already said that they are a young couple."

He gave him a ruthless and displeased look, "At this time and here, it is the wise man's way to disguise himself."

Zhui Ming shrank his neck and muttered softly: "I don't know who those two are playing the little lady..."

Hearing this, even if it was cold and ruthless, he couldn't help but fantasize about it in his mind, and then shivered uncontrollably.Whoever plays the wife role seems like a horrible thing to do.

The green eyes flickered, Leng Xue suddenly opened the door and walked out without even saying hello.

Ruthlessly looked at the back who disappeared outside the door, and suddenly said, "You are right, Leng-Blood has indeed changed."

This sentence immediately brought back the thoughts of Zhui Ming who didn't know where they were scattered. He lay on Wuqing's body like a boneless body, and said with a proud face: "Is it right, I said he has changed, you and the two Brother still doesn't believe it."

He knocked on the big furry head ruthlessly, and cast his worried eyes out of the door again, "I just hope that things are not as bad as I thought..."

……

Bianjing, Xiangguo Mansion.

When Gu Xichao went back to the room in the night, the goal was Fu Wanqing who was sitting under the lamp and was a female celebrity.

His wife is really a beautiful woman, not only beautiful, but also gentle and kind. Although she was born noble, she is not arrogant and domineering. Instead, she is gentle and considerate, and she has fulfilled her duty as a wife to him.

Gu Xichao came from a low family background, he was ridiculed all kinds of things when he was young, and later he was beaten to death in order to display his ambitions.

Although he has an arrogant personality, deep in his heart he hopes to have a warm home, a wife who cares and loves him, and an innocent and lovely child.

Fu Wanqing is very good, very good, she satisfies all his fantasies about women, he cherishes her, respects her, but dare not love her.

Because he came with a conspiracy, because of the kindness of that person, and because-they are destined not to be consummated.

Fu Wanqing rubbed her blurred eyes, and when she looked up, she saw Gu Xichao standing at the door. She smiled slightly, with a gentle arc, and her soft voice was as gentle as water, "You're back!"

As she said that, she had put down the needle and thread in her hand and wanted to get off the couch.

Gu Xichao hurried up, held her wrist, and lightly said: "Be careful, you are not alone now, what if you fall!"

Fu Wanqing blushed, and said softly, "I'm not so weak."

Gu Xichao made a serious face on purpose, touched her stomach which was still intact and said: "Be careful sailing for ten thousand years, if you touch it, it will be too late."

"Okay," Fu Wanqing smiled sweetly, "Just follow your orders."

Gu Xichao nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to the pile of needles and threads on the couch and said, "I'll avoid touching these things in the future, it's not good for my eyes, I don't want to have a wife who can't see."

Fu Wanqing was a little embarrassed, "But I want to make some clothes for the children myself."

"You!" Gu Xichao patted her forehead affectionately, and instructed, "Don't do too much!"

"En!" Fu Wanqing quietly snuggled into his arms.

On the white window paper, two figures cuddled together, looking from afar, they looked like a pair of mandarin ducks crossing their necks...