The prince gave me a bamboo horse

"The underground black market is not all underground, um, it may be in the suburbs of the mountains, or it may be in the humble village," Ning Nanbei said.

"Then I don't know where, how do we go?" Wen Xingyuan asked.

"Yuan'er don't worry, I have sent a post to Bai Xiaotong's manager, and they will send an invitation card when the time comes, then we can just take the invitation card and go according to the time!" Ning Wuque explained.

"All right!"

"By the way, you guys have to cover up your faces. After all, it's the last process of the martial arts conference. If you don't keep it all, there are people with money eyes." Ning Nanbei frowned and added.

"Uncle Ning, don't worry, you will!" Ming Huaiyan cupped his hands.

"Well!"

……

It was close to nine o'clock after the discussion, Wen Xingyuan couldn't help yawning on the way back to the house.

Ming Huaiyan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Wen Xingyuan's eyes, "Are you sleepy?"

"Um"

Once back in the room, Chang Sheng had already prepared hot water for washing, and after cleaning up a few times, Wen Xingyuan kicked off his shoes and got into bed.

Ming Huaiyan bent down to arrange the shoes, and saw that Wen Xingyuan had covered a quilt by himself, with the corners of his mouth tightly pursed. Both of them used to cover the same quilt. Since that day...although they moved back later, they still separated for a while, each covering their own. Wen Xingyuan also said that he would not disturb Ming Huaiyan.

Stretching out his hand to touch Wen Xingyuan's hair, Ming Huaiyan's body temperature is high while practicing martial arts, while Wen Xingyuan's body is cold, every time Wen Xingyuan loves to cling to him, this can be described as a lot of torture for Ming Huaiyan, especially in the past two years.

After lying down, he tilted his head to watch Wen Xingyuan fall asleep, and Ming Huaiyan gradually became sleepy.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain again outside, Ming Huaiyan opened his eyes to see Wen Xingyuan wrapped in a quilt facing the wall, and stretched out his feet to lift the quilt at Wen Xingyuan's feet.

Summer nights are an excellent temperature for most people, but Wen Xingyuan is not. Feeling the coolness, he slipped into the bed, Wen Xingyuan retracted his feet and curled up into a ball, but the air-conditioning was still coming in.

Muttering a few words dissatisfied, Ming Huaiyan's ears were sharp, and when he heard Wen Xingyuan talking about himself, he stretched out his hand, feeling the heat, Wen Xingyuan rolled over to Ming Huaiyan under the blanket, hugged Ming Huaiyan's arm skillfully, and It's not cold anymore, it's warm, and I can finally sleep peacefully.

The next day, Wen Xingyuan found himself lying on Ming Huaiyan's chest, with water stains hanging from the corner of his mouth, Ming Huaiyan's clothes were also wet, he quickly raised his hand to wipe his face, after wiping, he just wanted to destroy the corpse, Ming Huai Yan opened his eyes, "Yuan'er"

"Ah!" Mingming said plausibly that he wanted to cover his own quilt, but he not only hugged Ming Huaiyan but also kicked his quilt under the bed. Yes, I..."

Ming Huaiyan laughed, "I know, go get me some clothes!"

"Okay!" Wen Xingyuan hurriedly got out of bed, picked up the quilt and smiled at Ming Huaiyan before going to get clothes from the closet.

Hearing someone calling in the room, Chang Sheng quickly came in with a basin, "Your Highness, son"

"When is it?" Wen Xingyuan took the initiative to twist the veil for Ming Huaiyan.

"It's almost nine o'clock," Chang Sheng said.

"Can someone send an invitation card?" Ming Huaiyan was most concerned about this matter.

Changsheng shook his head.

"Your Highness!" Lou Cheng knocked on the door outside, "Invitation from Bai Xiaotong"

"That's really hard to say!" Wen Xingyuan said while wiping his face.

Ming Huaiyan stepped forward to accept the post, Wen Xingyuan leaned over, "This invitation is so grand!"

The crimson and gold-sprinkling post opened and a scent of ink rushed into his nostrils. Wen Xingyuan could tell that it was the smell of Qingyun hibiscus sandalwood, and a small piece was worth ten thousand gold.

"At ten o'clock in the evening on August [-]th, eleven miles north of the city," Wen Xingyuan read, "Isn't today August [-]th? But where is this eleven miles? Distance or place name?"

"Go ask Uncle Ning and the others." Ming Huaiyan received the invitation. Ningnanbei, Sangzhu and Ning Wuque were all people with status and status in the Jianghu, so they naturally each had an invitation.

"Eleven miles to the north outside the city is to go eleven miles north to the outside of the city," Ning Nanbei said.

It rained last night, and it was also foggy the next day. Counting the time, everyone packed up and set off in a carriage.

I counted the distance to eleven li, but when I got off the carriage, it turned out to be a barren mass grave, and there was a crow from time to time.

Wen Xingyuan was a little scared, Ming Huaiyan quickly embraced him, signaling that he was there.

"Let's wait," Ning Nanbei said.

Sure enough, without waiting for a long time, a person came out from the bushes and asked, "Do you have an invitation card?"

Hastily took out the invitation card, the man bowed "Guest please come with me" and turned into the bushes.

Although it looks like a low bush from a distance, but when I get closer, I realize that it is extraordinarily low because the place where I was standing just now is high.

But everyone is taller, and they still have to bow their heads when passing through some branches. Ming Huaiyan carefully protected Wen Xingyuan's head and continued to move forward.

"Remember what I told you." Ning Nanbei's voice under the scarf had changed.

Everyone didn't say much, just nodded.

Soon, a dilapidated village appeared. In the dark night, he was like a monster with its fangs. Following the guide, he continued to move forward. The lights were not very bright, but there was a blue-green light. Difficult to light the way under your feet.

Ming Huaiyan held Wen Xingyuan's hand, and Wen Xingyuan felt a little relieved.

After entering the gate of the village, he was separated from Ning Nanbei and the others. Wen Xingyuan looked around. This place should be an abandoned village. The villagers moved away, and it became the place where Bai Xiaotong held a black market.

Going forward, the lights are a little denser, but this color, coupled with the cold wind that blows from time to time and the crows of the mass graves not far away, make people feel like they have come to hell.

There were also more people, but most of them were wearing dark cloaks. Those sitting under the lights lowered their heads, and he would only look up when someone was in front of his booth, but he also wore scary masks.

Although the village is small, it extends in all directions, and there are stalls on every small road.

Ming Huaiyan took Wen Xingyuan by the hand, his eyes fell on these stalls, he walked past them over and over again, and there were fewer and fewer people setting up the stalls, Wen Xingyuan held him back, "Brother Ayan, no, let's go back!"

"Looking at it!" Ming Huaiyan didn't give up, in case he didn't notice.

"oooooo"

There were a few cock crows in the distance, and it was almost dawn.

The rule of the black market is that the stalls must be closed after the cock crows, and the blue-green lights are extinguished one by one, and the village is suddenly quiet, except for a few insects.

Ming Huaiyan sighed, and hugged Wen Xingyuan back, "Are you tired after walking for so long?"

"Not tired!" Wen Xingyuan's legs and feet were sore, but he knew that Ming Huaiyan was in a bad mood, very bad!

Ming Huaiyan led Wen Xingyuan to a table and sat down, staring at the whiteness on the far horizon, in a daze.

"Brother Ayan, it's fine if you can't find it, it's the same if you don't have that medicine!" Wen Xingyuan didn't think that there was such a heaven-defying magic medicine in this world, maybe it was just boasted by the world.

"Definitely!" Ming Huaiyan looked at him firmly, then turned his back and bent down, "I'll carry you back."

"No need, I'll go by myself!" Ming Huaiyan also left all night, Wen Xingyuan couldn't bear it.

"Be obedient!" Ming Huaiyan's movements remained unchanged.

"it is good"

Lying on Ming Huaiyan's body, Wen Xingyuan found that the village was even more dilapidated than what he saw at night. After passing the gate of the village, a precarious sign was shaking in the wind, as if it was about to fall down in the next second, but Wen Xingyuan found out that it was There are mass graves, how come there is no "Brother Ayan, why is this road different from when we came here?"

"The black market is full of fish and dragons, and Bai Xiaotong is also afraid that someone will enter by mistake, so he has set up a suspicious circle around him," Ming Huaiyan explained.

Wen Xingyuan nodded, "Isn't what I saw yesterday a hallucination?"

"It's not all, it's just that they use the different vision at night to add some formations," Ming Huaiyan said flatly.

"Yeah" persisted all night, a little sleepy, Wen Xingyuan fell asleep on Ming Huaiyan's back, and Ming Huaiyan walked slower and more steadily.

He didn't wake up until noon the next day, and after lunch, he heard Ming Huaiyan and Ning Nanbei talking outside.

"The Snow Mountains of the Western Regions are the sacred mountains of the countries in the Western Regions. They are heavily guarded and difficult to approach, but this Daqing is the only chance!" Ming Huaiyan held something in his hand.

"But it doesn't matter, the snow mountain is so big, they may not all be able to defend it, let's sneak in and take a look first," Ning Nanbei pondered.

Wen Xingyuan walked over, "What's wrong?"

"Bai Xiaotong sent it, indicating that next year there will be a Daqing pilgrimage to the snow-capped mountains in the Western Regions, and you can take the opportunity to go in at that time." Ming Huaiyan showed the letter paper to Wen Xingyuan for him to read.

"No, it's too dangerous. Don't say whether those people will let us in, just say that the environment of the snow mountain is complex, and finding a grass with the same color as the snow is as difficult as climbing the sky!" Wen Xingyuan flatly refused.

Ming Huaiyan had already made up his mind, "I'm going!"

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