Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

Mu Hongcai cleared his throat: "Then the official will show his shame. Layman Dongpo's "Alcohol sleepy road is long, but sleepy, Rigao people are thirsty and think about tea.""

"Cao Mengde's "Singing to Wine, How Much Life Is". "Jiang Yi said softly, "Please..."

Mu Hongcai took a deep breath, his small eyes narrowed into slits, hesitated for a long while without saying anything, and suddenly grabbed the wine glass in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on the wine bottle on the side.

There are two wine bottles on the table, one of which seems to be fired in a similar way to underglaze, dyed with a layer of light blue patterns, while the other is a plain white porcelain bottle without any patterns on it.

The waiting woman poured Jiang Yi wine with colored glaze, but Mu Hongcai poured wine from the white porcelain bottle.

He looked away as if nothing had happened, and smiled at Mu Hongcai with a little apology: "How is County Magistrate Mu?"

Mu Hongcai blushed, waved his hands after a while, and said forcefully: "Where is it, I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

"Then shall we continue?"

Jiang Yi pretended not to hear what he was thinking, and his smile was still somewhat harmless to humans and animals: "If the county magistrate Mu doesn't like it, then we can change it to something else."

others?

When Mu Hongcai heard these three words, his heart suddenly felt cold.

You can't even deal with a flying flower order, so why play other games?Maybe you can't even understand the title.

He coughed a few times, collected himself, and looked at the person sitting across from him. For the first time, he felt that his judgment had gone wrong.

After all, he has never seen a real person before, so no one can say for sure how false or true the name of the young prime minister is.Everyone knows the story of Shang Zhongyong, what if the answer is "it's too young, it may not be good to be old"?

Mu Hongcai's palms under the table were slightly sweaty, and he scolded the person in charge of the connection in his heart for not explaining the situation clearly.

What's more, the man emphasized that he mainly wanted to win over Jiang Yi, and he was not allowed to do anything to Jiang Yi easily, otherwise he would have buried this frail scholar long ago while the moon was dark and the wind was high.

"Magistrate Mu?"

The voice with a smile pulled him out of his thoughts, and he raised his head suddenly: "Huh?"

"It's your turn."

Jiang Yi leaned back, half of his face was hidden behind the shadow, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.

Mu Hongcai's heart shuddered suddenly.

The person in front of him seemed to have lost the gentle and approachable smile he had just had, and had the air of a person who had been in power for a long time. Seeing him, he became more guilty and nervous, and had the urge to kneel down and admit his mistake.

Mu Hongcai bit the bullet and started again, and without any accident, he was defeated again in the third round.

He took the initiative to pour down the wine poured in front of him, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile: "Master Jiang, I feel a little unwell, please go out and come back later."

Jiang Yi didn't say yes or no, but just quietly watched his back as he fled in a panic.

As of now, there is no need to try any more.

Unless he changed his mind, it is impossible for Mu Hongcai, who was born as a Jinshi, to fail to understand the three sentences of Fei Hua Ling.

So this is a different person?

He was playing with the small porcelain cup, frowning slightly.

Ruomu county magistrate was secretly dropped, when did it start, and what is the purpose of the people behind it?

Jiang Yi was thinking to himself, when a shadow suddenly fell beside him.

He looked up and saw the girl who had been quietly serving dishes beside him smiled at him: "My lord, do you need more wine?"

"No need..." Jiang Yi said lightly, "If you have nothing to do, you can go and rest too, and you don't have to wait here anymore."

This woman will be kept in the dark room by Mu Hongcai, so she must be of unusual status.

After Jiang Yi finished speaking, he stood up, walked to the door, pressed the doorknob, and found that the door was locked without any surprise.

His eyes darkened, and before he could turn around, a soft place was pressed against his back.

The woman whispered in his ear: "My lord, you didn't look at me tonight, you made me feel wronged."

Jiang Yi's body froze, he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go..."

Not only did the woman not let go, but she took his arm tightly and blew softly: "I have heard that Mr. Jiang is young and promising, and I have admired him for a long time. I don't know if I have a chance to spend a good night with him tonight?"

She is quite confident in her offensive.

Not many normal men can really sit still, especially if there's drugs in that drink.

The medicine is so strong that it is basically difficult for people to maintain their sanity, and it will soon become a beast that can only be dominated by desire/thought.

Thinking of this, she moved her hands more and more eagerly, but she didn't realize that Jiang Yi's eyes were still clear.

The woman pushed him back to the chair from the door, and with a coquettish smile, he lifted his collar: "My lord, does this concubine have a chance to spend a good night with you?"

Jiang Yi narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and clasped her wrist with great force, without any sign of pity.

The woman exclaimed, her delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, and she bent down slightly in pain: "Master, you are—"

"Who asked you to do this?" Jiang Yi whispered, "Tell me, is it Mu Hongcai?"

The woman bit her lip and gave him a sad look.

Jiang Yi met her gaze unexpectedly, but inexplicably tasted a trace of killing intent from the sadness.

Alarm bells rang out in his heart, he clasped the woman's wrist, leaned back, only felt a icy cold brush past his neck.

The woman finally let go of her weak disguise, her gaze became colder, and a short blade appeared in her other hand at some point.

The short blade was pale gold in color, shaped like a snake, and the second half was wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet, and when the sleeves were hung down, it looked like ordinary jewelry, and it was impossible to tell that it was used for assassination. the sharp edge.

Jiang Yi's guess about tonight's Hongmen Banquet was eight out of ten.

At first, Mu Hongcai persuaded him to drink so graciously, indirectly telling him that there was something wrong with the wine.

He poured out the wine quietly, just in case he didn't even take a few bites of the food on the table, originally to delay the time to make a drink order with Mu Hong, but he accidentally tried something wrong with him.

If he had just drunk and ate something unprepared, then the medicine should be taking effect at this moment, and what the woman in front of him did in this dark room is tantamount to giving someone a ready-made excuse.

The means are really inferior.

Jiang Yi cursed Mu Hongcai inwardly, and hid behind the chair sideways.

When she found out that he was not poisoned by the wine, the woman felt that something was wrong.She was even more surprised that the two knives did not kill the civil servant.

A stern look flashed across her eyes, her toes touched the ground, she leaped over the solid wooden chair lightly, and stabbed Jiang Yi with the knife with her backhand.

The blade was blocked by the personality halfway, the woman slowly increased the strength of her hand, and raised her eyes to meet a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that the one blocking her blade was actually a folding fan.

The blade slowly scratched a thin white mark on the wooden handle of the folding fan. A look of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she exerted force again without hesitation, trying to cut off the seemingly delicate folding fan in half.

But the folding fan was only scratched with a white mark by the blade, but it couldn't hurt the handle at all.

The woman's expression turned cold, she suddenly withdrew the knife and took a few steps back.

She originally thought that the young civil servant was just at the end of his strength and could only struggle for a moment, but unexpectedly she retreated, but the civil servant directly bullied her, picking the folding fan in her hand towards the veil covering her face impartially.

The woman panicked for the first time and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she couldn't move faster than the folding fan.

The veil floated down, revealing the face hidden under it.

The nasal bone is high, lining the eye sockets very deep, with a bit of foreign fierceness.

Jiang Yi understood: "People from Wusi..."

When the veil was lifted, the woman seemed completely panicked, and rushed towards Jiang Yi without hesitation.

The two tossed and turned in the only gap in the dark room, the strong wind brought by their robes blew out the faintly burning candles, and fell into darkness.

The woman's eyes were suddenly plunged into darkness, her mind was shaken, and she subconsciously reached out to touch the things in front of her, but it was empty for no reason.

She thought something was wrong in her heart, she turned her arm into an elbow, and struck behind her, only to hear a faint muffled groan.

Finally hurt the man?

Originally, I thought that a Han civil servant was powerless, and he didn't even need to use force to deal with him, and the problem could be easily solved with just beauty, but now I have to secretly admire this man's tough and vigorous skills.

She felt ruthless in her heart, the short blade suddenly grew a few inches, and stabbed towards the position behind her.

The warm liquid splashed on the back of her hand, and the woman was overjoyed. Just as she turned around, a sharp pain suddenly hit the back of her neck.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Jiang Yi's eyes were cold, and he relit the candle on one side with trembling hands.

The candlelight illuminated the entire dark room again, and he looked down at the unconscious Us girl on the ground, secretly afraid in his heart.

Considering that Mu Hongcai might be searched, he deliberately didn't bring any sharp weapon for self-defense, only the folding fan that Lu Yifeng gave him.

The handle of the folding fan looks to be made of wood, but it is covered with heavy silver, which is much heavier than ordinary folding fans.

He pressed his fingertips on the woman's neck for a moment, and he let out a long sigh of relief after confirming that she was still alive. His right hand was hanging weakly by his side, and blood beads slowly dripped from his fingertips on the ground.

The woman did stab his arm just now, but he did it on purpose.

After a long fight, people will inevitably start to feel anxious, especially at first when they feel that they will win the situation. The longer it drags on, the more irritable they feel. At this time, if they can hurt the other party, no matter who they are, they will subconsciously relax for a while .

Jiang Yi was waiting for this opportunity.

He frowned slightly, bent down and took off the strangely shaped knife from the woman's hand, only to find that there was a pattern engraved on the snake-like back half.

The candlelight was too dim, and the pattern was too concealed. He looked at it for a while but couldn't figure out what it was painted on. He was about to put away the blade and study it carefully, when he suddenly heard a slight "click" sound from his side.

Just as Jiang Yi relaxed a little, his nerves tensed up again, he took out the knife and looked around vigilantly.

The "click" sound didn't stop after a while, and continued to sound thinly and densely, which made people's scalp numb.

His gaze turned around and finally landed on the statue of Bodhisattva.

The voice seemed to come from behind the Bodhisattva statue.

Jiang Yi held the handle of the knife, and before he could think of any countermeasures, he saw the willow branch in the left hand of the Bodhisattva suddenly slowly raised.

The Bodhisattva statue slowly moved to the side, revealing a dark corridor behind.

The author says:

Climb and climb, I wish you all a happy holiday;

My roommate invited me to climb the mountain tomorrow, I am really honored;

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