Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

Chapter 33

Lu Yi could tell at a glance that the person who followed him up to the attic was not from Zhou Rao.

Lu Yi walked around the screen and walked to his side. He raised his elbows and looked at the opposite side of the screen.

The two sat behind the screen, their eyes narrowed slightly, as if they were asleep.

Looking around, there are always faint eyes sizing up the outsider, until the waiter in the shop brings the food.

At this moment, he also looked at them secretly, smelling the fragrance of the woman next door through his nostrils, his eyes were dark.

"Master Hou, do you want to fight now..." Lu Yi looked back from the screen and bowed to ask for instructions.

He looked up, and suddenly felt that the two people on the opposite side of the screen stopped the porcelain cup filled with wine, as if they heard the movement on this side, and even heard what Lu Yi said clearly.

With a guarded face on his face, he raised his hand to stop what Lu Yi was going to say next, and put the small bamboo tube into his cuff, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

He sat at the desk, and Lu Yi retreated behind him.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "pop", and there was an unexpected sound in the attic, which made his eyelids twitch.

Just crossing the threshold were two slender men who happened to bump into a drunk who was checking out.

The drunk man dragged a man in front of him with one hand, and staggered to pick up the broken wine cup on the ground with the other.

"I don't have eyes! My wine..." The drunk man was furious when he thought about the wine spilled on the ground, and immediately punched it.

"Your...Young master!" Seeing that the drunk man who was drunk with alcohol was about to injure his master, another thin man beside him was terrified.

"Whoosh—" A long sword skimmed across the drunk man's side face, and sank straight into the gap in the ground, with a few strands of hair floating in the air.

Everyone took a deep breath.

I saw a man sitting by the window wearing a bauhinia brocade robe, holding a tightly closed celadon teacup in his hand, with a smile on his lips and a bright jade face.

A school of leisurely contentment.

The sword just now was like the man's unintentional move.

He stood up, and the two people on the opposite side of the screen raised their eyebrows and stared at him with deep eyes.

He walked to the top of the stairs and stood still, maintaining a handsome and handsome face at the moment, and glanced down lightly, his gaze was unbiased, and it happened to fall on the two people who had just entered the door.

"Second brother, give him a pot of wine. His account is mine." He looked over and didn't say much, but his fairy appearance and appearance were enough to steal everyone's hearts and souls.

Hearing the words, the storekeeper immediately asked the waiter to pour a pot of wine, and stuffed his trembling hands into the drunk's arms.

The drunk man dangled his feet as if mumbling to himself, bowed his body towards the direction of the attic and thankfully shook him out of the inn.

Hengchen remained where it was.The inn was full of people watching the drunken man out of sight.

Downstairs, the two men who had just been frightened came back to their senses, looking at the "savior" upstairs, their eyes lit up.

Heng Chen was gently and dignifiedly presented with both hands.

Lu Yi took the sword away, and handed it to Lord Hou who had already gone downstairs and walked ahead.

He stepped over the threshold of the inn, walked to the innermost side of the alley, tied Hengchen around his waist, and looked up at the two people who were walking behind him.

At this time, a man with an inexplicable expression was watching him secretly. Although he was dressed in men's clothes, it was hard to hide his daughter's tenderness.

"His Royal Highness the Princess left the palace without permission, does the King know?"

He looked at Danyang, who was in distress. Danyang has restrained himself a lot recently, but he has learned to follow him when things are not right, so that he can turn a blind eye to the scene he just encountered.

After he finished speaking, he looked down at Danyang.

Xiao Jin, the personal maid behind Danyang, seemed panicked when she heard the words, and stretched out her hand to silence him, "Master Hou is magnanimous. Your Royal Highness is not sneaking out of the mansion for fun this time. Master Hou, my princess is, uh... "

Xiaojin lowered her voice, bent her back crisply and wanted to continue, but Danyang who was beside her blocked her mouth and nose.

He frowned and looked at Danyang, hoping she could confess to him.

Danyang held his breath and let go of his palm, with a pale expression, he pursed his lips and took the words.

"My princess is leaving the mansion this time, in fact, I am going to Xingzhai first to ask Cang Lizi what can I do to avoid the disaster of my princess' marriage." Danyang's eyes suddenly showed distress.

After hearing this, he looked thoughtfully at the glamorous Danyang. Princess Danyang was like a bright moon, but she could not escape her fate in the end.

He heard that the King of the Three Miao Kingdoms would enter Qianyang City in person soon.

According to the frontier city news report, the Sanmiao Monarch and his party have already passed through Bailihuang and Tuofengling, and entered Qianyang City directly from Gyeonggi Province in less than two days.And the third day is the opening day of Zhou Rao's "Shidaoguan" for scholars to discuss state affairs and world affairs.

Feng Yanghou Mansion.

He walked around the half-covered huanghuali carved screen in front of the door, and beside the purple lacquer painted table in the center stood a man with a ghost face who had been waiting for a long time.

Ji turned to face him, seeing him stepping into the threshold, his thin lips parted but he couldn't make a single sound.

He walked to the desk, looked at the bodyguard that Qi Xin personally gave him, and said, "Is there any news?"

Ji's gaze turned following the approaching voice.

The moment the two looked at each other, he was the first to speak.

His tone was flat, he was obviously questioning but he used a positive tone, as if he was relying heavily on and trusting the ghost-faced guard in black robes in front of him.

Ji Wenyan was taken aback for a moment, his brows were furrowed, he still took a pen and glanced at him, and wrote again: "No result."

Ji Zhi took the blank paper and handed it in front of him, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

He couldn't even detect the trace of this black-cloaked man—then, who the hell is this man?He glanced lightly at the white paper dipped in ink, and there seemed to be a turbulent sea in his heart.

Immediately, he remembered the small bamboo tube hidden in his sleeve, turned around and walked towards the sandalwood table, lit an oil lamp in the daytime, took the end of the bamboo tube to shine on the blue flame, and instantly sealed the bamboo tube. The wax dripped, and the bamboo cover rolled down to the edge of the table and stopped.

He carefully took out the cloth scroll with ink characters on it, put down the bamboo tube, and slowly unfolded the cloth with a dignified face.

Ji then leaned over and glanced at the bamboo tube on the sandalwood table that was standing aside. The place closest to the bottom of the bamboo tube was engraved with Xianxingzhai's unique cloud pattern imprint.

"Three seedlings."

He furrowed his brows deeper, and after a second thought, he moved the cloth to the oil lamp, and after a while, only ashes fell into the sandalwood table.

Ji folded his arms, his eyes dimmed.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other.Cause and effect, natural energy.

In the red corridor deep in the palace, the black-clothed man he had been searching for for a long time shuttled between the various palaces like a leisurely stroll. When he reached a waterside pavilion, he stopped and flew up to the eaves with his toes.

The man in the black tent sleeps on his back on the eaves of Pingxi Palace. When the night is sultry, he immediately reaches out to catch the full moon above his head. When he enters Chu Ai's bedroom majestically, there are crowds around the tall palace. The armored guards stood under the steps with weapons and pestles in their hands, their eyes were like copper bells, their bodies were as hard as a rock, and they were entrenched like a tiger.

Come to think of it, even mosquitoes and flies can't easily enter the palace, unless this person can escape through the wall, so that all the people outside can remain motionless.

Thinking of this, the man in the black tent smiled coldly, and the sarcasm in his eyes increased instead of diminishing.

At this moment, beside the railing in the corridor of Qingxiang Palace, there were two solid phantoms. The tall and slender woman who was full of fragrance came over, stretched out her hand to hold her breath, and held up a withered grass in the palm of her hand, with a dim green light emitting from her whole body.

The night breeze brought a little coolness.

Every time the woman took a step, the withered grass in her palm swayed slightly forward.

And the man whose face is hard to see is bent over at this moment, holding the jade-like bone meal and pouring it on the roots and tips of the withered grass in front of the woman's eyes.

In a moment, the withered grass stretched out its thin yellow and green leaves like a human figure, and soon, it came back to life, tilting one of the brightest leaves, as if smiling darkly.

In the 12th year of Jingyu, at the beginning of April, there were hundreds of steps between the Taolin and the banks, and it was tortuous to Qianyang City.

At the time of You, the sky was dark and heavy, and the clouds were very low, and the stars fell all over the sky, shining brightly.

It was night at first, and at the end of the market leading to the inner palace, the lights were brightly lit, illuminating the carriages coming from Gyeonggi and the guards marching forward on both sides.

In the meantime, the man holding the rein of the horse slowed down, and slowly toured with his dark eyes full of interest.

The feeling of viewing things is uncontrollable.

Those guards who lived in the dense forest all the way from Sanmiao saw a different scenery for the first time, neither miasma nor swamp.

The guards walking forward unknowingly lowered their steps.

Outside the carriage, the man on the horse was a little shorter than ordinary people, and his body was tightly wrapped in a tightly closed robe. The whole garment seemed to be covered by a black cloth, with no gaps to be found except for the limbs and head.

At this moment, he was standing in front of Zhumen outside the high wall of the palace.

Two teams of imperial guards were stationed on both sides of the Zhumen, which required six people to push open together, holding spears at all times to guard Fengyanghou who stood in the center and asked to welcome the king of the Three Miao Kingdom.

He looked at the mighty convoy and guards along the light from the hanging lamps. Coincidentally, he happened to see the short-headed man on the tall horse reining in his horse.