my phoenix is ​​below

He was so funny, Xie Bulian sat down and listened.

"That beautiful young master is talented and intelligent, but he could read and write at the age of two. If the general's wife hadn't passed away due to illness, the young master would probably have to stay in his yard for the rest of his life."

The storyteller paused, stopped to take a sip of tea, and opened his fan to fan the wind slightly: "Okay, I'm going to throw the scroll again, so I won't blow it. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go to the brothel.

The people below seemed to be used to him like this, so they left without saying anything.

But Xie Bulian stayed at the tea seat, poured a cup of tea and quietly thought about the storytelling just now.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't imagine who that young master would be.

"You are so stupid. You are so closed-minded as the king of a country. If I were you, I would have returned to the palace and sent someone to arrest the storyteller and force him to tell who the young master is." Lu Yanzhen crossed her legs, Seriously.

Xie Bulian put on a bitter face: "I think so too, I listened to storytelling for three days in a row, and when he was about to tell the story of which country it was, he was actually killed."

Lu Yanzhen asked: "Could it be Ye Lanting?"

Xie Bulian said: "At first I thought so too, but at that time the world only knew General Xiaoye of Qi State, but not Ye Lanting. Besides, it is said that Mr. Pingshu was killed by his wife because he visited too many brothels. Lanting has nothing to do."

Hearing this, Lu Yanzhen tsk tsk tsk in disgust.

Look at this man, at this time, he is still defending Ye Lanting, he bah!

"Then why do you go drunk and dream to death?"

Xie Bulian has been asked for a long time, and he became more and more impatient: "Although you saved me, you talk too much, I don't want to talk to you."

Lao Lu couldn't eat melons, so he answered casually: "Okay, then what do you think you want?"

Xie Bulian fell back on his back again, paralyzed on the bed: "I just want to die."

In this situation, Lu Yan really wanted to slap her two big slaps, and then kill Xie Bulian.

This guy, why don't you listen to advice?

He was so annoyed that he suddenly heard a voice from the aisle.

"Routine work, the idlers wait to disperse quickly!"

officers and soldiers!

Lu Yanzhen became vigilant immediately. He thought of what he had exposed, and felt that these people were coming for him.

It's over, it's over, Qu Fengfeng is not here now, he has a weak cultivation base and a disabled death seeker, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape!

He was terrified to death, but in the end, people just walked through the scene, greeted him at the door, and then left.

Hasty, really too hasty!

Lu Yan really didn't expect that the so-called belligerent Qi State would be so sloppy internally. This posture was comparable to his Wuya!

When he was sighing, Xie Bulian suddenly shouted: "Kill me, I beg for death!"

Ah!

Lao Lu, who was still in joy just now, fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

He quickly turned around and covered Xie Bulian's mouth, but the officers and soldiers had already heard the sound and came over cursing.

In desperation, Lao Lu had no choice but to make a bad plan.

"I hate you son, Qingtian Bairi treats my family like this, and you still say that you can't die. Is it because my family didn't serve you well?"

Lu Yanzhen squeezed her throat and started acting.

The soldier was also stupid, he smiled outside the door, and then walked away.

The moment he left, Lu Yanzhen quickly drew the knife and put it on Xie Bulian's neck.

"If you want to die, don't take me with you."

Xie Bulian didn't care about that, just now when he told the story to Lu Yanzhen, the sadness in his heart was aroused again, now his heart is ashamed, and he just wants to die.

The kind that even King Yama can't persuade you to come back.

This kind of courage is really like a bone of iron, which is admirable.

Lu Yanzhen stared at him for a while, and finally punched him.

So Xie Bulian, who begged for death but failed, passed out again.

After finishing the work, Lu Yanzhen jumped off the bed, went to the window and opened an opening, and looked outside quietly.

The bustling world is full of fireworks.

The window is just facing the steamed stuffed bun shop, and the steamed stuffed buns eaten in the past two days are all bought by his family.

I don't know when there was a stall selling books next to the pastry shop across the street. The owner of the stall was a handsome scholar with a fair face. When he saw Lu Yanzhen, he flattered and said, "Young master, do you want to buy a book?"

Lu Yan really couldn't care less about marveling at the scholar's good eyesight, so she just changed her hand to support her chin, and said with a smile, "What books are they all?"

The scholar walked to the steamed stuffed bun shop, covered his mouth with his hand, as if he was very careful: "It's all about fairy tales, what about Boundless Island, young master, would you be interested?"

Lu Yanzhen narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Don't look at it."

Then he slammed the door shut.

Not right.

It's not right.

According to the common sense of time, there will naturally be mortals who ascend to heaven and attain the Tao, but at most they know some scriptures about the Nine Heavens. How could anyone know about Wuya Island?

What's more, there were so many people passing by on the street, the scholar only asked him, but turned a blind eye to others.

This scholar has a problem, definitely has a problem.

Lu Yanzhen, who thought she was extremely smart, told Qu Fengfeng about this matter after he came back, but Qu Fengfeng just responded lightly, which made Lao Lu a little unhappy.

"Why are you dizzy again?" Qu Fengfeng pushed open the window and looked out, but he didn't see the book stall.

Lu Yanzhen lay down on the table unhappily, and said, "He just wanted to drag me into the water, but I couldn't hold back and knocked him out."

"Then what do you want to do now, keep him here, and then leave, or," he paused, "take him away?"

Lu Yanzhen is so annoyed to death now, she can't care about others: "Let's stay here, I won't let me eat melons, he'd better die!"

Qu Fengfeng frowned slightly, walked up to Lu Yanzhen and sat down, took out something from his bosom and handed it to Lu Yanzhen.

"Look."

Sullenly, Lu Yanzhen turned her head to look, and suddenly there was light in her eyes.

"Little white porcelain fox, where did you come from!"

He picked up the small pendant in Qu Fengfeng's palm, his face was full of joy.

Seeing Lu Yanzhen like this, Qu Fengfeng's mouth curled up, and his mood seemed to improve a lot: "I found a porcelain shop and made it myself. How about it? Do you like it?"

"I like it!" Lu Yanzhen was playing with the pendant, obviously he couldn't put it down, but Qu Fengfeng looked at Lu Yanzhen's smile and suddenly became intoxicated.

magic barrier.

When he came back to his senses, he scolded himself like this.

He's in trouble again.

Luckily, Lu Yan was really concentrating on the little white porcelain fox, and didn't notice anything unusual about the style of music.

But Qu Fengfeng was a little uncomfortable, and he started to strike up a conversation just like Lu Yanzhen did before.

"Actually, you guessed right. There are indeed some things following us recently, but Ayan, tell me honestly, what secrets do you have?"

He stared at Lu Yanzhen, who had a stalemate smile, and said again: "Or, tell me, you said you are not the son of old bald crane, so what are you?"