Qin Shi: Starting from saving Yan Lingji

Chapter 117 Nothing to do today, Zi Lanxuan listens to the music
Purple Orchid.

Han Fei was sitting in the simple and elegant upstairs private room, not only him, Zi Nu, Wei Zhuang, and Nong Yu were all there.

In the past few days, Han Fei has been busy looking up past classics, and Han Fei always feels that among the forces existing in Xinzheng, there is definitely something that he ignores.

Fortunately, he paid off his hard work and finally found a useful clue.

Liu Yi's death involved the past of Baiyue more than ten years ago, and Mr. Zheng, who showed his talent, actually involved the secrets of a hundred years ago.The cause and effect of the past continued in Xinzheng, and Han Fei didn't know whether it was good or bad for the precarious South Korea.

Sitting in front of the case, the air in Zilanxuan was still sweeter. Shaking his head, he said casually: "After so many days, why is Zilanxuan still so deserted?"

When he walked in earlier, he didn't see as many guests as when he first came.

Hearing this, Zi Nu's charming face still had a faint smile, making it hard to see what was going on in her heart, and she slowly shook her head, "It's all thanks to Mr. Zheng."

Ever since the rumors about Zilanxuan spread, the business has never been as hot as before.After all, if you taste bad seafood, the consequences are very serious. Seafood merchants have strict requirements for the quality of seafood.

Han Fei raised his eyebrows lightly, and he didn't come out for a few days, and he didn't hear Zi Nu bring up Zi Lanxuan's difficulties.

"If he doesn't say yes, will he help resolve this matter?" Han Fei asked.

Liu Yi's death has been confirmed, and it has nothing to do with "eating bad seafood". Zilanxuan's situation has indeed improved, but the business is still not comparable to before.But people tend to believe more in what they see. Maybe they can ignore the installation risks, but they must never let the real machine and the risks get involved.

Regarding this, Zi Nu smiled slightly, "But he didn't say when to help."

This feeling of being hung up all the time is not good.

"Miss Zi Nu didn't ask?" Han Fei raised his head, looked at her and said.

He didn't think that Zheng Ze would perfunctory them in this matter.

Zi Nu shook her head, and the purple hair on the side of her face shook slightly, "Nong Yu asked, and he said that now is not the time. Let's not talk about that, why didn't Mr. Zhang Liang come this time?"

The unbelievably beautiful woman next to Zheng Ze seems to be gone, so Zilanxuan is especially frequent these days.

Instead of asking in person, Nongyu asked Nongyu to speak because he never paid for his purchases at Zilanxuan, but Zinu recorded every bill, and she planned to ask for it next time she saw him.

It's not that she has no way, but the method proposed by Zheng Ze can not only solve Zilanxuan's difficulties, but also make Zilanxuan's influence to a higher level.She is patient enough for a better future.

Han Fei glanced at the quiet and elegant Nongyu beside him. From his point of view, she was also a rare and good girl.Feeling being watched, Nongyu, who was tuning the guqin, raised his head and nodded to this distinguished son.

After returning a smile, Han Fei looked away and replied, "Mr. Fu Nian of Confucianism is visiting, and Zifang is welcoming guests in the mansion today."

Hearing this, a strange look flashed in Zi Nu's eyes, she knew who the Confucianism came for, "Then why doesn't the ninth son go to meet the same sect?"

Han Fei shook his head. The Confucianists didn't come to him, but went to visit Zhang Kaidi, and the meaning was obvious.With regard to South Korea's internal affairs, Confucianism itself has no intention of interfering in any way. Zhang Kaidi is already an extremely human minister and does not need the help of Confucianism.

"I haven't met that disciple who is directly in charge of the sect much. It's been a long time since Xinzheng has been so lively!" He said with emotion.

At this moment, Wei Zhuang, who had been standing by the window with a wine bottle in his hand, looking at the scenery outside, suddenly spoke.

"While paying attention to the excitement, we often ignore the danger hidden behind it." His voice was as cold as ever.

Hearing his voice, Han Fei slowly put away his relaxed expression and nodded, "Brother Wei Zhuang is right, what do you think he will do?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhuang turned his head, his gaze was always calm and sharp, "No matter what he does, he can't keep what he has in his hands. If he loses it, danger will follow!"

Han Fei agreed with Wei Zhuang's opinion.

The three schools of Confucianism, Taoism, and Mohism all came for paper, and it is not difficult to see that they value this object, which is also the reason why Nightfall did not make any big moves.But this emphasis also confirms their determination to win. Compared with the powerful schools of thought, Zheng Ze throws away the halo of paper and policy theory, but is actually just a small figure with little power and a little reputation.

Previously Yemu dared to poke at Zheng Ze secretly in the palace, once the influence of Baijia was gone, the result would be self-evident.

"Brother Wei Zhuang is also waiting for this moment?" Han Fei asked with a smile.

Looking up, Wei Zhuang glanced at him, but didn't answer.

When the halo fades and he cannot take advantage of the situation, Zheng Ze will be in a very dangerous situation. At that time, the best choice is to rely on a force, and Quicksand is a good choice.

Although they wanted to go together, Wei Zhuang and Han Fei had different purposes.The moment he saw Zheng Ze, he remembered the past.

Nongyu listened to their conversation, her eyebrows frowned slightly on Wen Ning's delicate face.

What they mean is that Zheng Ze will be in danger?
……

Zheng Ze, who was in a dangerous vortex, swung his sword over and over again in the courtyard. After the fifth floor, the accumulation of internal energy required was several times that of the previous one. Although Yan Lingji had always marveled at his talent, Zheng Ze still Not enough.

The fourth stage of the puppet is about to speed up, and he is looking forward to the last effect.

Not far from him, Yan'er hugged a wooden barrel that was extremely disproportionate to her small body, and walked to the clothes drying pole, where two stools were placed.

Put the bucket on one of the stools, step on the other, and hang the laundry in the bucket on the pole.It can be seen that the clothes Zheng Ze bought on her are stained with water.

Zheng Ze didn't stop the little guy's behavior of trying to show his own value, but just told her to be careful.

Probably because of her mother's strength, Zheng Ze found that Yan'er's strength was much stronger than that of children of the same age.

Putting down the sword in his hand, Zheng Ze let out a foul breath. He didn't continue, because his keen perception had already told him that someone was coming.

"I really admire you, the sword is pointed to the neck, and you are so leisurely." On the eaves of the wall, the black crow in black clothes is especially conspicuous during the day.

Glancing at him lightly, Zheng Ze just said: "If you think this sword can pose a threat to me, you won't come to trade with me."

Mo Ya smiled lightly and did not refute. He has come here every day recently, and now there are too many eyes in this city, and the night controls Zheng Ze's every move.

As the Mo Ya who was in charge of monitoring him, he knew Zheng Ze's actions in the past few days except staying in the yard and going to Zilanxuan like the palm of his hand.

Of course, probably no one would have thought that his pair of monitoring eyes and the person who was to monitor had secrets that no one knew.

"After hiding for a few days, Tianze and the others have come to Xinzheng. Your beauties are also here. Where's the letter this time?" He said bluntly.

Zheng Ze took out a thin envelope from his chest, and threw it to him with all his strength.

After receiving the paper like a hidden weapon, a strange color flashed in Mo Ya's eyes, "Are you about to break through?",

Zheng Ze's eyes were flat, "I don't want you to be found out because you are talking nonsense to me."

Hearing this, Mo Ya chuckled lightly and shook his head, "Don't forget your promise."

After finishing speaking, the black figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a crow feather slowly swaying down from the midair.

……

In Xinzheng City, in an unnoticed place, Yan Lingji opened the envelope, and there were only a few words on it. After reading it, her delicate face was no longer indifferent before, and the few words made her mood less beautiful.

With a soft snort, he immediately raised his hand, and the bracelet hung down on his wrist. The flame ignited the paper and watched it slowly burn out.

As the flames licked the paper, the writing on it was also swallowed.

Before it turned into ashes, one could see the words on the broken page: "Nothing happened today, Zilanxuan is listening to the music."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)