Wait a minute, heroine

At night, underground in Yun'an City.

Tap tap tap...

The sound of slight footsteps sounded from the long and narrow tunnel, from far to near, and then a palace lantern appeared.

The Queen Mother dressed up as a rich lady, lit up with vermilion rouge, slightly hunched her neck, and walked slowly in the deep tunnel.

Hongyu was holding the palace lantern in her hand, and her hands were around the Queen Mother's waist, hugging each other tightly. She looked around from time to time, and her eyes were obviously a little timid:

"Mother, let's go back. If we encounter something dirty..."

"Shh!"

The Queen Mother held a silver dagger in her hand to protect her chest, pretending to be calm in the face of danger, and lectured:

"How can I, the Queen Mother, be afraid of the lonely ghosts outside? Even if there are some without eyes, I have a magical weapon in my hand. The master of Yuxu Mountain has personally opened the light..."

Hongyu knew that the 'phoenix gallbladder' in the hands of the Queen Mother was a rare and famous soldier. Master Xuanji specially gave it to the Queen Mother to strengthen her courage, and she had indeed proven how to do it.

But what Hongyu was worried about was not the haunting at all, but whether she would be punished for sneaking out without telling the secret guards.

Hongyu walked away for a while, then started to back off again:

"Why don't you go back and run around outside, in case something happens..."

"We will go to Prince Jing's Mansion as soon as we get out. Just ask Li Ren to arrange a few experts as guards. If you don't want to go out for a walk, go back by yourself."

Hongyu had been playing outside for two months and couldn't stay in the palace for a day anymore. She definitely wanted to go out and hang out. After a little hesitation, she just followed along and said in a low voice:

"If Prince Jing lectures me later, I will have to say a nice word for you..."

"Know it."

"Where should we go shopping? Wutong Street?"

"Well... Ye Jingtang was made a Duke today. For such a big event, I should come to congratulate you..."

"Ah? According to the rules, Mr. Ye should come to the palace to pay his respects to the empress. There is no reason for you to come to the door to congratulate..."

"Oh, it's all the same. Later you can go buy a roast chicken on the street as a gift..."

"ah?!"

…

——

Tianshui Bridge, inside the new house.

Because there were few people in the house, the lights in the house were turned off just before night fell, while the lights in the back house were brightly lit.

There is a viewing tower in the northeast corner of the house, from which you can see the night view of Nanxun River. At this time, several maids gathered around the terrace, watching the bustling street.

Ye Jingtang himself has no special feelings about the title of nobility, but Sanniang and even the eldest aunt understand the concept of a hereditary and irreplaceable prince. Since the founding of the country, there have only been nine titles, eight of which were granted during the founding of the country, such as Jiang The Qin family in Zhouzhou, the Wang family in Yazhou, etc., if Ye Jingtang didn't have roots in various tribes in the West Sea, no matter how high one's martial arts skills are, he would not be able to squeeze in.

It was impossible for the Pei family to take advantage of such a big reward without showing any sign of it. For this reason, Mrs. Zhang, the eldest aunt, directly held a flowing banquet at Tianshui Bridge, entertained the shopkeepers, and gave out red envelopes. You can imagine how lively the scene was.

Although the Night Terror Hall has no airs, if he hosted a banquet for the shopkeeper at home, and he ran there personally, no one would dare to use chopsticks. For this reason, he stayed at home and immersed himself in handling things.

Zhe Yunli liked the excitement and took Ping'er to have a banquet. Pei Xiangjun was afraid of the familiar shopkeeper and asked about the matter of "kissing" the master's aunt and her nephew, so he stayed in the house and discussed it with Fan Qinghe. Security Question.

At the beginning of the lanterns, in the Plum Blossom Courtyard.

It was extremely quiet in the elegant courtyard. The window of the study room in the main house was lit with bright yellow lights, reflecting the profile of a man.

In the wing room on the west side, Fan Qinghe sat on the small couch in the living room. Various clothes and daily utensils were placed in front of him. He examined them carefully by the light and said:

"From now on, Ye Jingtang will use these chopsticks when eating. I will carry them with him... Ye Jingtang has practiced bathing in fire and is not afraid of strange poisons, but the maids at home cannot bear it. Remember to tell them not to take it easy. When going out, food and clothing must be inspected again and again before you touch them. When you go to serve in the night terror hall, you and I must first pass through your eyes..."

As a Jianghu person, Pei Xiangjun knew how powerful the crooked people in Beiliang were, so he said:

"The maids are easy to talk to and are obedient. But other girls...such as Prince Jing and Zhenren Lu, I don't know when Jingtang will come into contact with her, just in case..."

"Prince Jing's protection is much tighter than ours, so don't worry about it. As for the people named Lu, no matter how stupid the people of Beiliang are, they probably won't think of attacking people named Lu, so there's no need to worry. Even You and Yunli..."

When Fan Qinghe said this, he raised his eyes and looked at the charming Sanniang:

"Don't worry too much. You have to take care of the housework and come into contact with a lot of people. If you have sex with Ye Jingtang at night, it can easily become a breakthrough. You also have to take out the objects that you often come into contact with Ye Jingtang and let me see them. Look; just to be on the safe side, I’ll show you my things, but you can’t take any chances and hide them.”

Pei Xiangjun was a little hesitant when she saw this, but she did not dare to neglect the safety of the Night Terror Hall. After hesitating for a moment, she got up and came to the dressing table, taking out the jewelry box, rouge, gouache and other items:

"I haven't bought anything new recently. These are all bought before, so they should be fine."

Fan Qinghe sat sideways in front of the couch. He opened the lipstick box first, inspected it carefully by the light, and then opened the delicate jewelry box after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

The three-layer jewelry box is filled with various kinds of jewelry. There is a red silk cushion on the bottom layer, and two finely carved jade radishes are placed on it. One is engraved with a poem, and the other is engraved with the message of safety in and out...

?

Fan Qinghe blinked his eyes, looked at it briefly, and asked:

"What kind of jewelry is this? Where did you wear it?"

Pei Xiangjun's cheeks were a little hot, but he maintained his demeanor very well:

"The small ornaments given by Ning'er are of no use."

"oh……"

Fan Qinghe looked like an ornament, so he didn't dig into it, and instead picked up a flower-and-bird hairpin placed alone in a grid:

"This hairpin is really beautiful, but it looks like it hasn't been worn for a while..."

"It should be a token of love that the girl sent to the church. I don't know who it belongs to. He had no place to put it, so he put it here with me."

"oh……"

…

——

On the other side, the main house.

Because the yard is quite large, the west wing is diagonally opposite to the study room in the main house, so there is still a little distance.

Ye Jingtang was sitting behind the desk, holding the file sent by the Hei Yamen in his hand. He was also eavesdropping on Sanniang cheating on Miss Fan, but the two of them were afraid of disturbing him, so they spoke in a low voice and could only be heard intermittently.

A lampstand was lit on the desk, and the warm yellow light illuminated the small jasper turtle ornament next to the pen stand.

Big Bird, who was tired of playing outside, kicked the little wooden donkey dangling with his claws, tilted his head and looked at Ye Jingtang, and sometimes raised his wings to make gestures, presumably to ask why Ye Jingtang was discordant. Like poached eggs, I write hard and write quickly, so that I can finish writing early and go out to dinner.

The files reviewed by Ye Jingtang include, in addition to the reception of envoys in the past two days, various secrets of the world collected by the Hei Yamen, as well as records of interactions between Xiaoshan Fort and the Great Yan court.

These are all things entrusted by Master Xue, and there are quite a lot of records, but Ye Jingtang looked at them for a long time and couldn't see anything special.

After working for an unknown amount of time, the chat in the west wing had not ended yet, but there was a slight movement outside the study.

Ye Jingtang's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the door of the study, only to see the real Xuanji in white as snow, leaning in front of the door at some point, holding the Acacia sword across his arms, with a touch of blush on his cheeks, and eyes still A little unhappy.

"Ji~"

The bird jumped and turned around, raising its wings to say hello.

Master Xuanji slowly walked into the study, closed the door with her feet, came to the table, picked up the cute bird, placed it outside the window, and then closed the window.

Click~

"grumble?!"

Ye Jingtang held the file in both hands, looking at the stunning beauty closing the windows and closing the windows, cleaning up the stray birds, etc., and subconsciously sat up a little straighter:

"Fairy Lu, are you preparing..."

Xuanji's eyes were unkind, and she was like a stunning witch who was about to find a knight to challenge her. She walked slowly to the Grand Master's chair, resting her buttocks on the desk, and slowly opened the Acacia Sword.

Cha~

"Hey..."

Ye Jingtang quickly pressed Lu Xianzi's hand and pushed the sword back:

"If you have something to say, please tell me. Have I offended Fairy Lu again? When?"

when?

Master Xuanji dared to ask this when he saw Ye Jingtang, his eyes became more and more dangerous.

Last night she wanted to talk to the Night Terror Hall, but the Night Terror Hall passed through the boudoir without entering. She initially thought it was a game of hard to get, so she waited in the room to compete with her patiently, but as soon as she closed her eyes and opened them, it was already dawn.

Ye Jingtang went to court in the morning, and Master Xuanji didn't say anything, just drank in the garden pavilion, waiting for Ye Jingtang to finish his work.

The result was great, as soon as I closed and opened my eyes, it was dark again!

Xuanji always does what she wants. It doesn't matter why she is unhappy. Now she just wants to deal with the person who makes her unhappy.

Click~

Master Xuanji put the snow-white sword on the desk, supported the table with both hands, and tilted his head to look at the innocent Ye Jingtang:

"Why didn't you come in yesterday?"

There were a lot of things going on in the Night Terror Hall from yesterday to today, and my mind didn't even stop for a moment. Seeing that Fairy Lu was unhappy, I knew that she had been left out accidentally. He stood up and motioned for her to sit down:

"I've been really busy these two days. I just wanted to get down to business. I was negligent. Come sit down and I'll make you a cup of tea."

Master Xuanji did not sit down as instructed. Instead, she supported the table and sat on the edge of the desk. She put her right leg on her left leg and hummed softly:

"I don't dare sit on your chair. Who knows what you and the girl did on the chair yesterday~"

Ye Jingtang poured a cup of tea and came back. Hearing this, his eyes looked a little strange.

After all, yesterday he finally placed Sanniang on the table, which was almost the same position where Xuanji was sitting.

It was hard for Ye Jingtang to clarify these things, so he sat down on the chair again and handed the tea cup to Master Xuanji:

"What can I do... come and have tea."

Xuanji, the real person, was wearing a white skirt and a coat made of cloud gauze. Under the light of the lights, she looked like a white fox with a leisurely posture. She glanced at the tea cup that was handed to her, but did not take it:

"What's the point of drinking tea in the middle of the night, alone, alone?"

?

When Ye Jingtang heard this, his mind became clearer. He put down the tea cup and looked at the fairy in white in front of him:

"Yes. What does Fairy Lu think is interesting? I will cooperate with you."

Xuanji's suspended white embroidered shoes swayed slightly, her calves rubbing against Ye Jingtang's arm on the armrest:

"It's quite interesting to chat about music, chess, calligraphy and painting under the lamp and in front of the flowers. I'm good at this. How about I teach you how to practice calligraphy? You can copy this booklet and show it to me."

ah? !

When Ye Jingtang saw that Master Xuanji was actually planning to punish him for copying books, he showed the same bitter look as Yunli and looked at the dossier on the table that estimated to have several thousand words:

"This... I'm a martial artist, so I just need to be able to read my handwriting..."

Master Xuanji bit her lower lip lightly, raised her hand slightly, and traced her fingertips across the perfectly curved skirt:

"There are clear rewards and punishments for being a teacher. If you write well... hmm~"

! !

Oh my god...

How could the Night Terror Hall withstand this test? The fighting spirit was aroused on the spot:

"Keep your word, don't lie to me."

"How could the teacher break his word and undermine the students' morale?"

Master Xuanji sat on the table, leaned over slightly, and left a lip mark on Ye Jingtang's cheek:

Bo~

"Do you believe it now?"

After paying the interest, how could Ye Jingtang not believe it?

Ye Jingtang smiled, flipped his sleeves, studied ink, and took out a piece of white paper.

Master Xuanji came over in the evening, obviously not to give out welfare. When Ye Jingtang agreed, he took a sandalwood paperweight from the desk:

"Learning literature and martial arts are important matters and should not be treated as a joke. If you don't write well, your teacher will not just pamper you."

Ye Jingtang knew it was not that simple, so he asked with a brush:

"What should I write in a good way?"

"It's only good if I say yes."

"?"

When Ye Jingtang heard this, he finally understood the meaning - Shuishui just wanted to hit him.

Having already been bitten, Ye Jingtang didn't have any objections and started copying the dossier in earnest.

The nanmu desk is pale golden, and in front of the paper is the pen mountain inkstone. The beautiful lady in white is sitting on the table, with her perfect hip line almost on the right side of the Night Terror Hall. Regardless of how it is written, this scene is indeed pleasing to the eye and enviable. Discourage others.

In order to complete the task, Ye Jingtang did not glance at the willow waist and buttocks next to him, and carefully copied down - Ten years of Jianwu...

Just after copying four or five words, a ruler was placed on my wrist.

Ye Jingtang paused his writing, looked at Gong Gong's neat handwriting, raised his eyes and said:

"has a problem?"

"Stretch out your hand first."

"Well……"

Ye Jingtang nodded helplessly and held out his hand.

Pa~

Master Xuanji pretended to be a dignified and quiet teacher, patted the palm of his hand, and then pointed at the writing with a ruler:

"The muscles and bones are sparse, formless and rhymeless. Your handwriting is just like Yang Guan at the dock. It seems to be powerful and upright in appearance, but in fact there is no skill inside and it is not popular at all."

The Ye Jingtang Escort Bureau was born as a martial artist, and his handwriting can be understood. He is already considered a top student in Liangzhou. Where has he studied this? He asked:

"How do you think you have muscles and bones?"

Master Xuanji turned the paper over, picked up the pen and wrote down the four words "A spring girl can't stand it" casually. The strokes were light, and she started and stopped gracefully and calmly. She didn't say the words she wrote, but just looking at her movements and expressions was pleasing to the eye.

When the four characters were completed, Ye Jingtang looked at them carefully. Although his appreciation ability was not high, he could still see that every stroke was natural. The overall look even looked a bit coquettish, and he saw the characters as if he were seeing people.

"..."

Ye Jingtang watched for a moment, and felt in his heart that he was probably similar to Yang Guan's current self, but in his heart he felt completely different. He asked:

"This is a hard skill that requires a drop of water to penetrate a rock. I'm afraid I won't be able to practice it in a few years."

"several years?"

Master Xuanji was a bit amused: "I'll give you ten years. If you can develop these seven points, you will be considered to have good understanding."

Ye Jingtang didn't quite believe it. After all, writing and practicing martial arts were all about hands-on skills. It was difficult to become one's own, but to imitate a cat and a tiger, it was nothing more than hard work. He thought for a while and said:

"Write it again and show it to me."

Master Xuanji can be considered a good and conscientious teacher, so she raised her pen again and wrote:

The pen moves the dragon and the snake

This time, the strokes of the pen have completely changed. The words are like silver hooks and iron paintings, penetrating the back of the paper. Each stroke seems to be carrying a sharp sword energy, and the two characters "dragon and snake" seem to jump out of the paper.

After Master Xuanji finished writing, he nodded with satisfaction and handed the pen to Ye Jingtang:

"I know you're a quick learner of kung fu. If you look at it once, you can imitate a three-quarter figure like a cat or a tiger. I'll show you the new pants I bought yesterday."

? !

Faced with this unmissable reward, Night Terror Hall immediately felt pressured.

Ye Jingtang took a deep breath, cleared his distracting thoughts, then took the pen, closed his eyes and started practicing.

In terms of calligraphy and painting attainments, Ye Jingtang is not as good as Huniu Niu. Without years of accumulation, it is impossible to write with spirit.

But being able to write and being able to write are two different things.

What Ye Jingtang needs to do now is not to write in his own style, but to copy Xuanji's calligraphy.

This can be tricky. If you treat the pen as a weapon and the handwriting is the scratches left on the paper after the move is made, then it will not be difficult for the pair of Night Terrors.

With a trace in front of him, he only needed to figure out the best solution to leave such a trace and reproduce it with the most accurate technique.

Ye Jingtang's method of practicing calligraphy can be regarded as a martial art that only seeks to resemble the form, not written, but 'drawn', which is a wrong way to go.

But it cannot be said that this method is not good, because martial arts only seeks to resemble the appearance, and it can only be practiced as a showpiece; but the handwriting is exactly the same, that is, it is exactly the same. At most, it can be regarded as a human copy machine without its own style.

Master Xuanji was sitting next to him waiting, and it could be seen that Ye Jingtang was sitting upright, with his eyes closed for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep, and had no intention of writing at all. She tilted her head slightly and joked:

"If it doesn't work, forget it. I won't laugh at you as a teacher. I can only make a mockery of you."

Ye Jingtang had no reaction, and he quickly dissected each stroke in his mind, looking for the most suitable movement strength, and then combined it with Master Xuanji's hand movements just now, and gradually put them together.

Time passed quickly. Just when Master Xuanji couldn't wait any longer and wanted to raise his hand to shake, Ye Jingtang opened his eyes, brushed his sleeves with his left hand, dipped the pen in the inkstone with his right hand, and then wrote on the white paper. Down:

But that's it

The movements of Ye Jingtang's hands are definitely not as easy as those of Master Xuanji, and his body feels a little tight, but that's all the flaws.

When Master Xuanji finished the first stroke, he frowned and felt something was wrong.

When the four words were completed, the beautiful peach blossom eyes visibly widened a bit.

As for the quality of handwriting, there is no need to go into too much detail. The four characters "Bi Zou Long Snake" next to it look like they were written by the same person. The same strokes look like they were picked up from the side and moved over. It is impossible to tell who is who. written.

Different strokes also maintain the overall style. Xuanji himself may be able to feel the difference, but for another person, he definitely cannot distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Writing four words "Yejingtang" was more tiring than pondering it for several hours, but I felt very accomplished. I picked up the paper and flicked it. After comparing it carefully, I handed it to Master Xuanji:

"Hmm? Is this good or bad?"

If it is written exactly the same, there is no way to evaluate whether it is good or bad.

Master Xuanji took the paper and looked at it for a long time, then glanced at the Nightmare Hall:

"Well... your calligraphy is overkill and goes against the concept of calligraphy. Even if you write exactly the same thing, you are just imitating the appearance of your predecessors without knowing the inner meaning, and you will never become the founder of a sect... "

Ye Jingtang was a martial artist, and he didn't expect to make a name for himself through calligraphy and painting. He just wanted to use it to support his appearance. He leaned on the back of his chair and said:

"Just say it's okay."

"..."

Xuanji is speechless. What she can write is exactly the same as hers. If you pull her out, you should stop talking about 90% of the literati in the capital. They don’t have the best literary skills. The remaining 10% don’t dare to say that they are stable. It doesn’t matter to anyone. Good words.

When Ye Jingtang saw that Shuishui was silent, he smiled, raised his hand to support Liu's waist, and moved Shuishui sideways in front of him.

Master Xuanji had to fill the hole he dug himself. He just looked at the writing on the paper carefully and said casually:

"Don't you think it's insulting to be polite like this?"

"I'm willing to admit defeat, but I can't go back on my word."

Since Master Xuanji couldn't hide away, she didn't show any cowardice like her little daughter. She just leaned on the table to read like a scholarly beauty.

The skirt decorated with red plum blossoms was pulled up slightly, and her fair calves were immediately exposed in the candlelight.

Ye Jingtang made sure that Shuishui didn't kick him, nor did he show an overly aggressive expression. He was just looking at him by candlelight like he was admiring a flawless jade.

Soon, the pure white bow came into view, the fabric fit tightly, and the light in the room felt a little brighter.

! !

Ye Jingtang looked up and found that Xuanji's cheeks were still a little red, but it was covered up by the blush after drinking.

Xuanji, the real person, seemed to be happy-go-lucky and generous, but how could he not have any trouble in his heart? He casually scanned the handwriting, waited for a moment, and said softly:

"Have you seen enough?"

Sui~

Before she finished speaking, Xuanji noticed that her buttocks were loose. Her eyes changed suddenly. She immediately pressed down her white skirt, but something was still pulled out.

Ye Jingtang was kicked away by his feet and hit the back of the chair. He hid his hands behind his back and said seriously:

"That's enough, that's it..."

Choking——

There was a flash of cold light in the room.

Master Xuanji's face was cold, like an angry iceberg fairy, and the three-foot green sword held Ye Jingtang's neck:

"give me back."

Ye Jingtang felt that Shuishui was so fierce, but he still shook his head:

"I'm going to buy you a new set tomorrow as compensation. This one was stained by my hands..."

"You still haven't paid it back?"

Xuanji's eyes were slightly cold, and she seemed to be ready to get up and grab it.

But before she took action, she noticed a lot of footsteps coming from outside the yard, and voices coming:

"The Queen Mother is here to welcome you, but my servant is far away to welcome you..."

"You don't need to be so polite. I just have nothing to do at night and am out for a walk. Yunli, isn't your Aunt Lu at home?"

"I was in the garden just now, why have I disappeared? Cousin Jing~ The Queen Mother is here..."

…

Master Xuanji's cold expression froze, and after glaring at Ye Jingtang, she quickly put away her sword, silently leapt out of the back window, and then appeared on the side wall of the courtyard, speaking in leisurely and calm words:

"Why didn't you inform me when you came out? I'll pick you up."

"I just had an impromptu decision. I just said hello to Li Ren...why don't you come down?"

"Ha~ It's just cool..."

"Cool?"

…

Ye Jingtang didn't expect the Queen Mother to come. He quickly stood up and put away the white cloth, straightened his robe and walked out. After taking two steps, he quickly turned back and put away the works such as "The Spring Girl Is Unbearable".

The Queen Mother suddenly came to the door, and Sanniang and Fan Qinghe both walked out of the house.

Master Xuanji landed lightly in the hospital. Although her aura was the same as before, her walking posture was much more graceful and she seemed a little afraid to open her legs.

Ye Jingtang came out of the study. Perhaps he was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't dare to look at Fairy Lu. He came to him and bowed his hands:

"The Queen Mother."

The Queen Mother stood in the courtyard with Hongyu, her manner was very graceful, she didn't show much expression when she saw the Night Terror Hall, she just looked around:

"Where's Niaoniao? I heard that he likes to eat roasted chicken. I just asked Hongyu to buy one as a congratulatory gift for you to be knighted. Don't dislike it."

How could Ye Jingtang not understand the Empress Dowager's thoughts, how could she dislike it? He took the oil paper bag and looked for it in a blink of an eye, only to find that the bird that had just been thrown out of the window was squatting alone on the wall with his back to everyone, looking like he was still alive. Stifling.

Ye Jingtang was a little helpless and asked Yunli to comfort Niaoniao, while he was going to take the Queen Mother to sit in the living room.

The Queen Mother came to Ye Jingtang's house. Although she didn't say it clearly, she really felt like visiting a wedding room in her heart. She didn't want to sit in the house, so she naturally took Sanniang's arm and looked around the yard.

Sanniang and the Queen Mother are quite similar in body shape. They both have plump and attractive gourd figures. They look like sisters on the outside. You can only tell the difference when you hug them. One is very elastic after practicing martial arts all year round, and the other is very soft.

Real person Xuanji was walking with her, looking very fairy, just holding the acacia sword and looking around; Fan Qinghe found that the demon girl was a little quiet today, and felt strange. He had been observing secretly, and even quietly came up to her and said with concern:

"Witch, are you menstruating?"

"I just drank a little too much."

…

A few people just strolled around the yard and quickly walked around the yard. The Queen Mother also went to the study to take a look and found that her "Picture of a Hawker Buying Chickens" was hanging in the middle. She felt indescribably satisfied. Then he went to the west wing and took a look.

Pei Xiangjun and Fan Qinghe were checking each other's belongings just now. They didn't have time to pack them away, so they put everything on the table.

The Queen Mother glanced at it casually, originally not wanting to go in, but when she saw something on the table, she was slightly startled and walked over again.

Sanniang's face froze slightly at her side, but the Queen Mother saw her ornaments and quickly winked at Ye Jingtang.

Ye Jingtang also wanted to stop it, but found that the Queen Mother walked directly to the small case, picked up a beaded hairpin worn by the girl and looked at it, her expression became a little dazed.

When Ye Jingtang saw this scene, he immediately understood who buried the hairpin.

Although it was a bit unexpected, it made sense after thinking about it. He glanced at the Queen Mother and whispered:

"I picked it up in the palace before."

When the Empress Dowager saw the hairpin she had worn when she was young and buried under the ginkgo tree to pray for blessings after entering the palace, her heart could be said to change a thousand times in an instant.

Although she didn't know why the hairpin buried under the tree appeared in Ye Jingtang's hands, no matter what the reason was, it seemed to her that the tree master had appeared, or it was destiny.

The Queen Mother stroked the hairpin a few times and said:

"This hairpin is the style from Jiangzhou, which is quite rare. Can you give it to me?"

Ye Jingtang felt that the Queen Mother wanted to talk to him privately about the hairpin, so she naturally nodded.

When they walked out of the room and saw the bright lights outside, Ye Jingtang spoke again:

"It's very lively outside, why don't we go for a walk on the street together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jingtang suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could see Fairy Lu holding the Acacia Sword with a dangerous look in her eyes, so she quickly added:

"Xianzi Lu, why don't you go change your clothes? You're so dressed up, everyone in the street will be looking at you when you go out."

Master Xuanji was then satisfied, turned around and went to the bamboo courtyard outside...

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Thank you very much for the reward from the leader of [The Dark-Hearted Sniper] and [Yueya Qiling]!

I recommend the book "The Marquis of Jing'an", a million-word historical masterpiece, the quality is still very good~