I am Feng Jun

Chapter 647 647. Find something for the Wumeng and Tangmen to do!

"Go, find something for Wumeng and Tangmen!"

Mu Yuanxi, who was a little irritable in his heart, let out a cold sigh, a faint light flashed in his ink pupils, and his voice was a little cold.

Hong Jin felt a little inexplicable about Mu Yuanxi's sudden hostility, her lips opened and closed, and the words she finally uttered were a slightly hesitant inquiry.

"Your Highness, is it the same treatment as the Dark Palace?"

This is a bit difficult to deal with!

It's been a lot of effort to set up a dark palace, and almost all the hidden forces have been mobilized.

If this comes out to engage in the Wumeng and Tangmen again, it will be too obvious, and the possibility of exposure is very high.

How could His Highness's arrangements and plans for so many years go to waste because of this inexplicable hostility?

"It's just to make you troublesome, there's no need to show them face like that!"

Mu Yuanxi glanced at her, instantly seeing through her thoughts, his brows and eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was still indifferent.

Only then did Hongjin heave a sigh of relief, and nodded in acceptance.

"Yes, Your Highness, this subordinate knows."

After asking Mu Yuanxi and knowing that there were no other orders, Hong Jin went down.

The Renfeng pawnshop was just a temporary resting place. Mu Yuanxi originally planned to continue on his way tomorrow morning, but Yin Heng, the shopkeeper of the pawnshop, was a little excited when he heard that the Lord was coming.

However, just as she was preparing a sumptuous dinner to invite Mu Yuanxi, she saw the door of the room was pushed open abruptly, and the Lord, who was dressed in a black and black crane-pattern robe, walked towards her in the air-conditioning.

Yin Heng didn't say a word, and only heard a cold question from the master.

"Is the horse ready?"

"Uh, my lord, not yet"

How long is this!The horse was almost exhausted when it got here, so don't let it rest for a while?
Before Yin Heng finished speaking, he saw very clearly that Mu Yuanxi's gloomy ink pupils turned cold again, and his heart trembled.

"Forget it, you send a message to the people in Tangling City to ask them to prepare their horses."

As soon as the words were finished, before Yin Heng could say what he came for, a gust of cold wind swept across his eyes.

The beautiful figure flashed past her eyes, and then jumped onto the roof, but within two breaths, it disappeared from her sight.

Only Yin Heng was left in a mess in the autumn wind.

"Tangling City? Then there are two cities away from here, the Lord is planning to fly all the way there?"

"What's the rush?"

Yin Heng was a little disappointed. Gucheng was far away from the imperial capital, and he hadn't seen the Lord for a long time. It was so hard to see him, but he left in such a hurry, without eating a meal, alas.

Regrets are all regrets, but the master did not dare to ignore the order, immediately studied ink, and sent a letter to Dongling City through Xinniao.

In Fengying City, the maple forest is like fire, and the sparse branches and leaves sway with the wind, accompanied by the melodious birdsong, rising and falling.

On the fourth day of August, the fourth day of the Flower Banquet, Junzilou welcomed unexpected guests.

Zihuai brought the two green and white snakes, the four envoys of Fenghuaxueyue, and a pet servant, Qiong'er, to the Fengying City where there are many guests.

Almost all the senior officials of the dark palace were mobilized, and when everyone thought they should recuperate in Shaozhou and settle their losses, they suddenly appeared at the flower banquet in Junzilou.

Zihuai has not come out of the mountain for many years, and the last time I saw her was 17 years ago. Although I heard that she came out for some things a few days ago, no one saw her, half-believing.

However, today, I really got to see the powerful Lord of the Dark Palace who was dressed in a deep purple dark pattern dress.

Shen Ci was trying to see if the water and soil on the gentleman's building could grow Jin Jiuyuan, but suddenly he heard the arrival of the man from Luzhou's dark palace, and after changing his appearance, his brows and eyes became a little deep and resolute. Some hostility.

"Dare to come to Junzilou at this time?"

Shen Ci's brows were slightly frowned, judging from the actions of that purple locust tree before, he probably already knew his identity, and the person who came here this time might be a bad person!

On the high platform of the Martial Arts Arena, the stone bricks that were somewhat damaged by the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect and Shen Ci bullets a few days ago have been replaced.

However, on the originally empty high platform, there is now a large seat.

Zihuai occupying it was playing with his scimitar with one hand, and caressing the face of the beauty lying on her lap with the other. The six people behind him spread out, waiting quietly for the arrogant young host to show up.

What Shen Ci saw when he came here was such a scene. The people under the high stage were whispering, not knowing what the Dark Palace wanted to do this time, but he was familiar with those people on the stage.

"The master of the dark palace? I have been waiting for a long time."

Shen Ci pushed back the wide hem of his clothes and sat on the high seat that belonged to him. His legs crossed naturally, and he was sitting in a full-bodied posture, but his tone was extremely casual.

For the almost provocative visit from the dark palace, Shen Ci didn't have any special emotions.

Simply, there is a eaves shade above his position, which is much more comfortable than the central position of the martial arts field where Zihuai lives.

The dark palace has been messed up enough by her daughter-in-law, but now it's just a strong outsider, and it depends on whether he wants to trouble him or not.

Seeing the presumptuous behavior of the familiar young man, Zihuai narrowed her deep eyes slightly, thinking that now she is not called the Lu Chi palace master?
Did he know that he had something in his hands, so he started to curry favor with her?
Zihuai sneered, she was not in a good mood these days, she didn't have the heart to go around in circles with the boy, and directly pointed out her intentions.

"Jiang Shaozhu, 21 years old, with a mask covering his face, his identity is a mystery, Shen Ci, do you think you can escape from the palm of my palace by wearing a mask?"

So you don't want others to know your identity?I will not let you wish!

Hearing the words, the five gentlemen in the audience all looked cold, and the others were also puzzled for a moment when they heard Zihuai's words.

"Shen Ci? Who?"

However, it was the boy in the seat who first asked the question that most people wanted to ask.

Her voice was cold and her emotions were natural, as if she really didn't know who Shen Ci was.

Zihuai's red lips hooked slightly, the corners of her mouth curled up in a contemptuous arc, and her voice was cold.

"Do you think that if you don't admit it, it's fine?"

"On Luoshan, I still remember the 5 taels of silver that Second Young Master Shen stole from my hands!"

Zihuai was very righteous, and everyone in the audience was a little shocked.

"Second Master Shen? Which Second Master Shen?"

"Well, I'm afraid it's not the Shen family in the imperial capital?"

"Shen Yin's first concubine?"

"how is this possible!"

"Is this the news that the master of the dark palace came out of the mountain? Second son Shen is the young master of Junzilou?"

"But looking at this young master Jiang, it seems that he doesn't know who Shen Ci is!"

"But it is said that the lord of the Shen family is not surnamed Jiang?"

"There are too many people with the surname Jiang. The short-lived Jiang Liu'er six years ago is still surnamed Jiang!"

"How can this be the same!"

"I have stayed in the imperial capital for a while, and the master of the Shen family is a reckless person, so I still know something about it. From what I hear, it seems to be right!"

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Listening to the discussions below, Shen Ci propped his chin with one hand, lowered his eyes slightly, but he didn't feel in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)