Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 431 Lingering
In a private house not far from Zhou Dahu's home.

Under the dim light, King Qi, dressed in armor, dozed off on the bed, snoring "snoring, snoring".

Occasionally, he would twitch his mouth subconsciously, and then frowned sadly and hummed twice.

"Leopard kills all!" Wei Qiye and Qi Wang's soldiers were gambling, and occasionally looked back, with disgust and disgust all over their faces.

Such a fat, worthless fellow actually wants to be emperor!

To actually hope that Webster would fill it all in for him, what a wonderful idea!
Suddenly he heard the hooting of an owl outside, and he threw the dice to leave: "I'm sleepy, His Royal Highness Qi Wang is sleeping soundly, and I'm sleepy too, let's go, let's go."

The soldier lost the money and stopped him from leaving. He was impatient and threw the money bag on the table generously: "Brothers and brothers, please drink and have fun!"

The soldiers were satisfied and laughed, and he strode back to the room.

The room had already turned on the lights, and the tall and slender maidservant was sitting at the table wiping the piano. When she saw him coming in, she said without looking back, "Is the matter settled?"

Wei Qiye said: "The person was arrested and beaten to death. Zheng Gangzhong personally dealt with it. A straw mat was wrapped and dragged out, and it was poured with oil and turned into ashes. They were thrown out again. They should all go to find him. In coir raincoats."

The maid said: "When will Yujia return to Luan?"

"It was said before that it was the day after tomorrow, but I don't know if it has changed after this incident."

"do it according to plan."

"How do you know Yu Jia will definitely leave the day after tomorrow?"

Wei Qiye expressed doubts: "Are you sure that He Maoyi will arrive in time? What if he doesn't fall for the trick?"

"Based on the experience I have accumulated in the palace over the years."

The maid turned her head and looked at Wei Qiye coldly: "No matter what I say, you just do it. If he doesn't fall for it, it's my business and has nothing to do with you."

Wei Qiye said respectfully, "Yes."

The maid said worriedly: "You must not be like that aunt of yours...otherwise..."

Wei Qiye smiled: "My picture is bigger and more, just like your picture is bigger and more, we are the same type of people, so you can rest assured."

There is no moon and stars tonight, and the night wind is slightly cool.

In a deserted temple on the outskirts of the city, a man stands on top of a stupa.

His white clothes fluttered, and the starlight sprinkled on it, like a banished fairy.

He looked far away, looking at the town sleeping under the starlight, hoping to see the person he missed.

But the temple was too far away from the town, and the pagoda was too low, and nothing could be seen except a dark shadow.

A black figure knelt in the shadow not far away, and said in a low voice: "Young master, I'm sure Mu Xi and the others are lurking in the town, and Wei Qiye is his backer."

He Maoyi floated down the tower and asked lightly, "Are you all ready?"

Several voices came from different directions: "Get ready."

He Weiyi walked towards the Buddhist hall at a leisurely pace, and said with a smile, "Now that you are ready, let's fight hard. Use your blood to defend the original oath."

"Swear to defend the young master to the death!"

The people outside the house shouted their oaths in unison, and He Yiyi smiled lightly, but his eyes were emotionless, so clear and transparent that they could reflect the stars in the sky.

Seeing him coming in, Xia Zhi hurriedly handed him a cup of hot tea, and waited on him to wash and change clothes: "Master, is he going to sleep?"

He Suoyi shook his head: "I have to do some more calculations."

After Mu Xi provoked him, she purposely lured him here, there must be some deception in it.

He also happened to want to follow suit, but every step in the process could not go wrong.

If you make a wrong step, you may lose your life, which made Mu Xi easier.

If one step is wrong, the success may fall short, and Chonghua will be cheapened in vain.

A hunched beggar came to the outside of the temple, and after beating with a dog-beating stick for a period of sound that seemed scattered but actually rhythmic, He Maoyi asked Xia Zhi to bring him in.

After kowtowing, the beggar raised his head and quietly looked at the legendary young master.

I saw that the confession case in the center of the Buddha statue was replaced by a beautiful soft couch, on which a man in a white robe reclined.

He looked up at the roof, and the wide white robe sleeves were snaking down and hanging on the ground.

There was a big hole in the middle of the roof, countless stars and cool wind leaked down from there, surrounding him.

Lonely, lonely, beautiful, dusty, sad.

The beggar was deeply shocked. Although the young master's appearance was not very similar to that of the hall master, the charming demeanor was the same.

The beggar bowed deeply again: "Greetings to the young master."

He Maoyi looked back indifferently: "What news did you bring?"

The beggar recounted the fact that Li Yaoshi couldn't get out, and said: "I can't see anyone, and I can't pass on the news. The security is tight, but according to the situation, I can know three things.

First, the emperor plans to build a palace in Yingzuijian;
Second, Yu Jia will return to Beijing in the morning of the day after tomorrow;
Third, the emperor and his brother Qi Wang were at odds. Qi Wang once knelt in front of the emperor's palace and cried loudly after he was drunk. "

He Maoyi waved the beggar away.

Building a palace in Yingzuijian meant that his previous strategy worked. Both Chonghua and Zhong Weiwei were convinced that they had to stay in Jiujun Mountain for medical treatment in order to survive.

This palace was specially built for Zhong Weiwei to live in, and Zhong Weiwei agreed.

Yu Jia will return to Beijing in the early morning of the day after tomorrow, so Mu Xi will definitely do something that day, and that will also be his chance.

As long as he just sit back and watch the changes and take appropriate actions, he can get twice the result with half the effort.

As for the disagreement between King Qi and Chonghua, it's not unusual, but if you use it well, it can help.

He Maoyi thought about what he was about to do, turned over, turned his back to the door, and fell asleep in an instant.

Waking up at dawn, she called Xia Zhi and gave some instructions in a low voice.

Xia Zhi said nervously: "Isn't this bad? What if he takes the opportunity to kill him?"

He Weiyi smiled indifferently: "Silly boy, you may still have a chance if you gamble, but if you don't gamble, you will never have a chance."

Xia Zhi went to work with a heavy heart.

He Maoyi stared straight at the roof, the sky was a very pure dark blue, with a little white near the rising sun.

Two green grass fell down in the cracks of the tiles, swaying gently with the breeze, the stems and leaves were entangled, and they could not be separated, just like Chonghua and Zhong Weiwei.

And he can only watch them lingering like this forever.

He Maoyi flicked his sleeves, and a gust of wind shot towards Xiaocao.

The grass was cut off at the root, fell down, and sprinkled finely on the blue-gray gravel ground.

He stared at them for a while, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

At the same time, Zhong Weiwei woke up, thanks to the pill delivered in the middle of the night yesterday, she had a good rest.

Because I had a good talk with Chonghua, my appetite increased and I drank half a bowl of porridge.

The fly in the ointment is that when she fought with Chonghua for tea, she lost because her sense of taste was affected by the medicinal juice.

Even though Chonghua quickly covered it up and pretended that she had won, she still saw the clue from the sadness that flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)