Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 899

The dumb slave was stunned for a moment, then Fang bowed his head and said: "No one in the manor's master was bewitched by him. It is useless for other warriors to be drawn by him."

He said this very frankly, the implication is that in the Huan Mansion, there is no one else who can leverage Huan Zicheng except the Grand Master.

A rare smile appeared on Huan Zicheng's face, and he said half jokingly: "I made a slip of the tongue. With the dumb uncle around, all the disciples in the house will switch to the fourth younger brother, and I have no fear."

The dumb slave followed suit with a smile, and said with a simple and honest face: "The others don't dare to say, but with one martial skill, I, Gongsun Tu, are ranked second, and no one in the world dares to be number one."

When he said this, his expression and tone were very simple, without showing off at all, even though the words were surprising, they were still just ordinary.And the more so, the more astonishing the aura on his body, as if the drizzle was being forced to slow down by him.

Huan Zicheng laughed, shook his head, and stepped into the room.

The dumb slave followed behind him, looked up at the sky before entering the door, and frowned slightly: "My lord, it's getting late, can you raise the fire?"

The rain at this time was much weaker than before, but it was still dense, like a transparent net, enveloping the whole world.

Huan Zicheng didn't answer him directly, but asked, "Is the purple ghost here?"

"Here it is, I'll pick it up in person. Thirteen Niang's place has already been arranged." The dumb slave said, with a bit of hesitation on his face: "My lord's previous arrangement, do you want to continue?"

"Continue." Huan Zicheng said calmly, and walked towards the study: "We will leave Beijing soon, if the imperial city cannot be cleaned up, I will feel uneasy."

The dumb slave looked at him with some puzzlement, and frowned with thick eyebrows: "What do those palace guards in the imperial city have to do with the lord's plan?"

"It's about life." Huan Zicheng said briefly, and took out the fire folder from his sleeve, and looked around.

"Raise the fire now?" the dumb slave asked immediately.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, just nodded.

A gust of wind swept into patches of rain, blowing his black shirt into the air.

He walked to the desk, polished the torch, and lit the scroll on the desk.

With a sound of "huh", the scroll immediately burned, and the flames spread to the surroundings. Soon, the top floor of the desk became a small sea of ​​flames.

Huan Zicheng blew out the fire pocket, stuffed it into his sleeve, looked around, and said in a low voice: "The list that the purple ghost gave you, you distribute to Meng Zong and Lu Zong, and let them do things at night. In addition, I remember that the Du family has a daughter who is seventeen years old and now lives in Hanguang Hall."

Having said this, he suddenly stopped talking, and only raised his palms, making a chopping movement from bottom to bottom.

The dumb slave looked at him with a look of surprise on his face, and replied: "Yes, my lord, I will arrange it now."

"Ningzong has ready-made medicine. You don't have to force it, just die slowly." Huan Zicheng ordered again, and stepped out of the door without stopping, and his figure quickly disappeared into the rain.

Almost at the same time, in a burst of strange fragrance, Huan Shisanniang slowly opened her eyes.

It was quiet all around, and on the small desk next to the dressing table, a delicate glazed lantern with twined lotus branches was lit. .

The raindrops tapped on the window lattice, making the room more and more quiet. Thirteen Niang opened a section of gauze curtain with sleepy eyes, and called softly: "Qinmei, pour me a cup of tea."

The soft voice, as innocent as a girl's, can almost make people let go of their guards.

In the past, whenever she called out so delicately and softly, Qinmei would appear quickly, and that gentle smiling face was also full of love and affection.

However, tonight seemed to be a little different.

After Thirteen Niang called, there was no movement outside the brocade curtain, not to mention the soft and steady footsteps that Qinmei was used to.

"Qinmei, where are you?" Thirteen Niang raised her voice a bit, but there was still a bit of nasal sound in her voice, it seemed to be coquettish, and it also seemed to be whispering when she was sleepy.

"Swipe", with a soft sound, the brocade curtain embroidered with thousands of blessings was suddenly lifted, and a slim figure walked in lightly and delicately.

Thirteen Niang stared at her, her face suddenly paled, and she looked at the visitor with a cold face: "Who are you?"

The girl who came in was beautiful, with a face like a small family jade, with a soft and gentle smile.

"Greetings to the girl." The woman bowed to her, then walked forward again, and said softly: "Qinmei is not free now, let me serve you."

Thirteen Niang looked her up and down a few times, and for some reason, she always felt that this woman was extremely unpleasant.

"I don't want you to serve me, you ask Qinmei to come in." She pouted, her thin and light brows were drawn together under her forehead, the brows were frowning, she was very pitiful.

The woman smiled at her, her eyes, which were not considered very beautiful, seemed to be mixed with the gentlest waves in the world: "My name is Xu Zirou, Thirteen Niang, please look into my eyes, okay?"

Her voice is sweet and soft, combined with the intoxicating fragrance that fills the room, it makes people stupefied and dizzy.

Thirteen Niang couldn't help looking at her, feeling in a trance that what the owner of the eyes was about to say was extremely important and unchangeable.

She gave a soft "um", then obediently looked into Xu Zi's eyes, listened to her soft words, and never looked away...

After half a stick of incense, Xu Zirou walked out stroking the center of her brows, with a slightly tired look on her face.

"Are you ready?" a voice asked her.

It was a woman's voice, soft and hoarse, not as weak as ordinary women, but with a special pleasant sound.

Xu Zirou quickly lowered her expression, and said respectfully: "Cheng Zong, don't worry, within a few days, she will firmly believe in what she said."

"That's good." The voice said, and people walked under the candlelight.

Xu Zirou looked up, but saw that the person was wearing a plain green dress, with a fine jade hairpin in her hair. She had a beautiful appearance, but she was a bit older, at least over thirty.

"See Cheng Zong." Xu Zirou said immediately, bowed with crossed hands, and glanced at the other party's hair without any trace.

"How? Does it look good?" Cheng Zong immediately turned half of his body, turned his figure, and held up the bun that fell behind his head with one hand, and said with a smile: "It's the medicine made by Ah Ning, and the hair has really turned black. It's a pity that it's not bright enough, not as good-looking as my previous hair."

Xu Zirou nodded hastily: "This subordinate thinks it looks good, Cheng Zong has always been very good-looking."

"You little sycophant." Cheng Zong said with a smile, but there was a little pride on the beautiful face: "I really think it's pretty good, although it's a bit dark, but it looks young."

(End of this chapter)