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Chapter 720 Similarity is not
The ink clouds are low and heavy, pressing down on the gray walls and black tiles stretching far and near.The ink alleyway with few pedestrians is empty and silent, and there is a shade of cold seeping from the cracks in the bricks, which does not mean the summer heat at all.

The wheels rolled over the water-bright black slate, and the sound of the rumbling car seemed to be the only sound in the world.

Before entering Rong's mansion, the heavy rain poured down like rivers and seas.

The concierge opened a thick oilcloth umbrella and hurried down the steps to meet Uncle Hong.

The person holding the umbrella for Mu Dianke was a woman in her thirties, with healthy arms and a thin waist, and her lower body could be seen to be quite stable when she was walking. She was undoubtedly a practitioner.

The road was wet and slippery, and the woman was under the threat of Mu Dian, and she floated up the stone steps without touching the ground.That is to say, he retracted his umbrella and took a step back, bowing his head in salute, with a very respectful attitude.

Hong Bo led the way ahead, walked through corridors and alleys, traveled about two or three miles, and finally stopped under a clay plaque.

There are three characters written on the plaque, which are delicate and fragile, and they are almost broken. They are written by women.

——"Bi Liao Pavilion".

Mu Dian could remember the first time he saw Rong Yi in Fusifang, the weedy courtyard where he lived was also called Bi Yao Pavilion.It turns out that this is the real body.

There is no bise in Bidiao Pavilion.The beams, slabs, wall columns, and stair handrails are all made of black and shiny black rosewood, with no decorations, just an empty pavilion.

Hong Bo stopped at this point, and Mu Dianke went up by himself on the stairs shaped like clouds.

The stairway goes back and forth, hovering high in the sky, like a luan flying back and forth, all the way to an open viewing platform on the top floor of the fifth floor.

Looking from a high distance, you can see rows of weeping willows blowing branches on the high walls around Huanrong Mansion.

——The so-called biliu: look at the blue color, and become a liao.

Rong Yi leaned against the railing and sat reclining, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were slightly drunk, in front of him was a long black sinking wood plan, on which was placed a Ru porcelain sky blue glazed jug, warming the wine.

But it turned out that he had eaten wine.

"They all say you look like you." Rong Yi tilted his neck, looked at the woman in white standing on the railing at the end of the stairs, narrowed his eyes, and looked far away, as if he was looking at someone, but also seemed to see through the person in front of him , Thinking of someone, "It's a bit like it." He nodded.

Mu Dian could move forward calmly, walked to the desk opposite Rong Yi, and sat down cross-legged.

"Like, it's not after all." She raised the teapot on the table, poured tea for herself, and said with a faint smile.

The words can be received here.

Rong Yi also smiled, without embarrassment or disappointment.A person has been in a high position for many years, and gradually loses his strong mind, gains and losses are all indifferent to him, and there is no obsession.

"And Xiangye also knows that it doesn't look like it."

Mu Dian still remembers the first time he saw Rong Yi in the Four Squares. At that time, he was standing by the flower pond feeding the fish with his back turned to him.

At that time, no one else would be able to be as calm as Rong Yi, when he first saw a face that resembled his dead lover, he could be so calm that he didn't show any clues.

Although this has something to do with the deepness of his city, but it cannot be ruled out that there is another reason, that is, Rong Yi loves Liu Qingwu deeply, so the Liu Qingwu in his eyes is different from what others see: more vivid and vivid, focusing on the subtleties, to the soul.

With just one glance, he can completely distinguish himself from Liu Qingwu.

Judging from the reactions of Liu Yan, Huang Fengling, and even Hong Bo, Liu Qingwu's appearance should be very similar to her.But Rong Yi didn't admit until today that the two of them only resembled each other, and it was only after drinking.

How sober and clear this person should be.

Rong Yi was still leaning on the railing with a lazy posture, but his eyes were gradually cleared by the cold wind blowing the rain.

"Too wise." He leaned forward a little and pushed a rectangular box.

On the black velvet lies a bright silver camellia string.

This string is no stranger to Mu Dian.

"Fang Yuan...failed to reach Dongpu?" Mu Dianke asked with a frown.

What she was worried about still happened!
Rong Yi felt very sorry.

He had to admit that among the women he knew, Mu Dian was the most worry-free and labor-saving to talk to.If she wants, she can explain the language to any man, and can be a strong help.

——A pearl fell into Changjiabao!
Mu Dianke followed Rong Yi's gaze, and saw Chang Qianfo walking with an old man in Chinese clothes under the dense eaves of the deep corridor ten feet away, talking very smoothly, and looked up into the building from time to time.

The corner of her mouth could not be restrained into a smile, and a shallow pear dimple appeared on her left cheek.

It seemed that even though Uncle Hong had repeatedly promised that he would send him back intact, he still refused to believe it, and for some reason, he followed along.

Compared to Rong Yi, or even Jin Yanchen, who is about the same age, Chang Qianfo often appears less stable, with a kind of impulsive childishness.But it was his enthusiasm and sincerity that moved her heartstrings the most.

"The most enviable young man's thin spring clothes..." Rong Yi tapped on the railing with his fingers, and turned around to ask, "Miss Si, don't you know?"

Mu Dian was wondering if Chang Qianfo had noticed that he was looking at him, and Rong Yi's eyes widened suddenly, only then did he realize that his smile was a bit inappropriate.

Rong Yi obviously didn't ask Chang Qianfo about entering the Rong Mansion.

Mu Dianke held back the smile on his lips, and said lightly, "I don't know." When talking about Fang Jun and the matter, her eyes became serious again: "Even if I know now, I can do a lot. Limited. I will do my best to protect the king and his life, but I am afraid that Xiangye wants more than that."

"What does Jin Yanchen want?" Rong Yi asked.

"No matter what he wants, Master Xiang can only give it to him." Mu Dianke said: "He always knows what bargaining chip he holds and how much it is worth, and he will not open his mouth like a lion, and he will never do it. A loss-making deal."

Rong Yi drank the wine with the pot, and smiled noncommittally, "You know Jin Yanchen very well."

"Xiangye has fought in the battlefield, you should know that Paoze will live and die together, not only relying on trust, but also understanding each other."

"You really can keep Fang Yuan's life safe?"

"Not necessarily." Mu Dianke said, "But I will try my best."

It's not for Rong Yi's invitation, but for Fang Junhe's kind meal many years ago, and for the little warmth and comfort that he has sent over the years, even if it is not very useful.

She said it, and Rong Yi believed it.

Everyone in the Jianghu knew that even though Mu Dianke was ruthless, she always kept her word and would never regret what she said.

Rong Yi poked out a slender jade hand from his wide sleeve like a hanging cloud, pinched a letter with five fingers, and slowly landed in front of Mu Dianke.

Mu Dianke felt uneasy suddenly.

Rong Yi has always given people a calm and relaxed feeling, such a solemn attitude fully shows the weight of this letter.

"I know you're looking for Dou Yan." Rong Yi said, "It's just that these secrets in the deep house can't be found without some special means..." He paused: "It's my gift to Jin Yanchen. The first sincerity."

This is also the reason why Mu Dianke clearly disliked Rong Yi's arrogance, but still wanted to see him.

The Fangrong and Rong clans have been rooted in the capital for more than a hundred years, and their influence has penetrated into every corner of the imperial city.They wanted to do something on this land, which was much easier than Jin Yanchen, her and Chang Qianfo.

"You don't need to read it now." Rong Yi smiled lightly, and glanced at the figure who was trying to delay walking in the hallway: "...it's more appropriate for Mr. Chang to read the content of this letter first."

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