my wife is wonderful

Being stared at by Geng Shuhuai with such a rare serious look, coupled with his words, Li Xu instantly sat up straight and looked at his body, while Geng Xingyu turned pale.

"What happened next?" Geng Xingshuang broke the nervous mood.

"Later...then I appeared! It was like a god descending to earth, saving Seventh Sister and Brother Li at the critical moment when their lives were at stake!"

Geng Shuhuai praised himself vigorously. After he finished speaking, he found that except Yang Qingmo, the other three people were looking at him blankly.

"What are your expressions? Didn't my image improve a bit when I lured away the master who wanted to kill you?"

"It's sublimated. It's sublimated. Now I especially admire Brother Geng!" Li Xu said repeatedly.

"That's pretty much it!" Geng Shuhuai glanced at Geng Xingshuang and Geng Xingyu and gave them a proud smile.

"Second brother, how did you run from the back mountain to the martial arts training ground? That person didn't follow you to the martial arts training ground?"

Geng Xingshuang interrupted her second brother's self-reflection and asked her about her doubts along the way.

"The mountain man has his own clever plan!" Geng Shuhuai pretended to be secretive. Since no one came to follow him along the way, he had some idea and knew that King Ping did not dare to arrest people openly.

Now that they have returned to the uncle's house, if Prince Ping has doubts about them, the future may not be peaceful.

But... so what?
You can't be afraid from now on because of something that hasn't happened yet.

How should we live our lives?
As for what King Ping is going to do, what they can do is to be more vigilant and use their troops to stop him.

Therefore, Geng Shuhuai's seriousness only lasted for a moment.

"You took the secret path." Yang Qingmo said clearly.

"How do you know? Oh, by the way, you fought with those monks, did they tell you?" Geng Shuhuai reacted.

"Second brother, how did you discover the secret passage of Da'an Temple?"

Geng Xingshuang was very suspicious. Since it was a secret passage, both the entrance and the exit should be very secret, so that people could easily discover it.

What's more, Geng Shuhuai was still being hunted when he was in the back mountain. He had no time and extra energy to find the secret passage. Geng Xingshuang even suspected that before that, Geng Shuhuai had no idea that there was a secret passage in Da'an Temple.

Sure enough, as soon as she asked this question, Geng Shuhuai said helplessly: "Sister Shuang, can't you imagine that your second brother, I, am leaping lightly with my eyes like an eagle? Wherever I pass, nothing can escape. my eyes."

Geng Xingshuang really carefully imagined the image Geng Shuhuai just described. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head. It was too hard to imagine.

"Aren't you dizzy? Don't think about it. There are monks guarding the mountains behind Da'an Temple. The monks probably saw him when he was being chased and took him into the secret passage."

Yang Qingmo accurately guessed the truth of the matter again.

"Actually, when I saw the monk, I had already left that man behind, otherwise he would have discovered us when we entered the secret passage."

Geng Shuhuai forced himself to save his respect.

"Don't worry too much. Since Prince Ping didn't intercept us at the beginning, he won't dare to let go later."

Yang Qingmo's words undoubtedly made a few people feel more at ease.

"Should I tell my father about this when I go back?" Li Xu was a little undecided.

"what ever!"

Li Xu was confused, what did this mean?Should I say it or not?
Geng Shuhuai patted him on the shoulder, "Since Yang Liu said it's up to you, that means you can say what you want, or don't say if you don't want to. He won't interfere, and of course, I won't interfere either." Li Xu nodded to express his understanding. Yes, but there is still a bit of confusion on his face.

Now that the matter has come to this point, what happens next is beyond their control, but Geng Xingshuang still has things to do.

"You guys can continue the discussion. These are what you will all experience in the future anyway. Seventh Sister and I are leaving first!"

Geng Xingshuang said, pulling Geng Xingchen to go out.

"Where to go?"

The first one to speak was Yang Qingmo.

Geng Xingshuang said: "You forgot, I have to go to Shu's house."

Yang Qingmo said: "Don't go today, just find a suitable opportunity to tell Mrs. Shu."

Geng Xingshuang was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

"Prince Ping asked the man to tell his master that the so-called happy event will definitely happen. That happy event..."

"You mean the marriage between the eldest son of the Xie family and Sister Chan?"

Yang Qingmo only said half of what he said, and Geng Xingshuang suddenly realized that she was enlightened, "So, the man who met Prince Ping is actually from Xie Kun, the governor of the two cities in the West?"

"I'm just guessing." Yang Qingmo said.

But Geng Xingshuang knew that since he had spoken out his guess, he was very confident about it.

It's just that she really didn't expect that Shu Chan's marriage, Prince Ping, would have a hand in it. How long could Mrs. Shu hold on?

"Your Majesty, Feng Yi sent a message saying that the person...has been lost!"

In a quiet room in Chuntang Courtyard next to Qiuguiyuan of Daan Temple, Ye Xiucheng, an aide to King Ping, glanced at the note he had just received. After reading it, he took out a fire folding stick and lit it, and the note instantly turned into ashes.

Prince Ping frowned, "Isn't his martial arts very high? Feng Yi has already reached the second place in Fengzi. In Ningdu City, he can do nothing to an ordinary pilgrim and even let him run away!"

Ye Xiucheng recalled the scene on the back mountain just now, and said pertinently: "That person before... was not like an ordinary pilgrim. Although I don't know martial arts, I can also see that that person's skill is definitely extraordinary. Your Highness, today It seems that the person living in the next courtyard is Jinke Tanhualang. It is said that Jinke Tanhualang Yang Maoshan is a man with lush forests and bamboos, a powerful man with vast mountains and mountains, talent in both literature and martial arts, and a unique and beautiful man, unparalleled in the world!"

Prince Ping glanced at Ye Xiucheng and suddenly asked: "Xiucheng, do you think God is very unfair?"

Ye Xiucheng immediately handed over his hand and said, "Your Highness, I have no such intention."

Prince Ping walked up to him with his hands behind his back and said softly: "If that's what you mean, it's normal. Ye Xiucheng is no better than Yang Qingmo in terms of knowledge or appearance. Both of these are because you are imprisoned in Prince Ping's palace. And it must not be shown in front of the world. As for martial arts, if I hadn't had your legs broken and reattached back then, you might not have been able to learn good kung fu."

"Your Highness, I am just discussing the matter. What I just mentioned about Yang Maoshan is just a retelling of the rumors. I mentioned this person just to remind Your Highness that there are indeed people with profound martial arts skills in Da'an Temple today."

Prince Ping took a deep look at Ye Xiucheng. Ye Xiucheng always maintained a respectful posture with his head bowed. Although his expression was slightly nervous, it was... just right.

"It's not him." After a while, Prince Ping said, "But because he is here, this matter can only be put aside temporarily, and it is not appropriate to conduct a large-scale search."

After all, Yang Maoshan often appears in front of his father, and Yang Maoshan's father is now on an equal footing with Shu Pingkuo, but when it comes to the emperor's heart, even ten Shu Pingkuo can't compare to Yang Shaojing.

So no matter whether the person who appeared in the back mountain today was someone from the yard next door, he could only ignore it.

However, Prince Ping raised his head and glanced at the crabapple tree outside the window, which had shown signs of depression. His father would not always be in his prime, nor would he always be restrained. (End of chapter)