Infinite Luck Master

"Interesting, is that what he said?"

In another huge room.

Several people were sitting or standing, smiling or wryly smiling...

And the young man in purple, with a frivolous smile on his face, sitting next to the desk, although his limbs are weak and unable to sit, he seems to be a frivolous young man.

But judging from the direction of the crowd, it was clear that they were unconsciously surrounding him, as if this person was the leader of the crowd.

Han Fei!

Whether it is Zhang Liang, who is extremely resourceful, or Wei Zhuang, who is from Zongheng and is so powerful that he has few opponents, they are all willing to take the lead... Obviously, he has something extremely special about him.

And at this time...

Everyone's eyes were focused on the bamboo slip in Han Fei's hand.

Write four verses.

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and I stay in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant.

The merchant girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river.

Su Jingyi wanted to get Han Fei's attention, so when Zi Nu asked about the so-called poem that had a vague meaning but not yet complete meaning, he naturally gave it to her in a considerate way and explained clearly that Qin Huai was the one he had passed through. A river, after all, the Qinhuai River will probably not appear until Yingzheng unifies the six countries. Although he is a civil servant, he is still relatively responsible.

but……

"Is this really poetry?"

Zhang Liang pondered for a while and then said: "I have read extensively, but I have never seen this style of poetry, and compared to the poetry we usually use, this poem is too..."

He thought about it and concluded: "Straightforward!"

Han Fei looked left and right, staring intently at the poems above, and sighed: "But because of the straightforwardness, I feel that there is something in it, as if it is sarcastic... It's very deep to the bone." , and it is extremely concise. The numbers of Liao Liao and the cutting and beating really made me dizzy. I have to mention that it is really much more direct than ours. "

Wei Zhuang said without looking at Han Fei, "This poem is for you."

"Yes, it was written for me to read."

Han Fei smiled bitterly, "The other party asked me to deliver it myself... Among the seven countries, South Korea was the first to be destroyed. Obviously, the other party knew something."

Zi Nu said worriedly: "The other party is good at martial arts and has magical skills. It might not be safe if you go there alone."

Han Fei said: "So I want to invite Brother Wei Zhuang..."

Wei Zhuang said bluntly: "I won't go!"

"oops……"

Han Fei smiled bitterly.

Zi Nu smiled and said, "I'll accompany Ninth Young Master."

Han Fei lamented: "Oh, thank you, Miss Zi. It's true that she can't do it if she doesn't know martial arts. She has to ask for help when she opens her mouth and shuts up, but they still don't help... Alas, the people in the royal family are so weak, no wonder they say what they say about the Seven Kingdoms." In the middle, Korea was first destroyed.”

Wei Zhuang glanced at him lightly, "Boring."

"Let's go and see what good news they can bring us, um, or bad news."

Han Fei stretched his body and said, "Anyway, the prince has just been found, so don't make any trouble for me again... I'm petty and can't afford big things."

Saying that, he walked out of the door.

Wei Zhuang sneered and said: "The people who come here are not evil. Since these people are coming, they will definitely not bring good news. Anyway, be mentally prepared first."

Han Fei: "…………………………………………"

And at this time.

Not far apart, tens of meters away.

In a very elegant room.

Murong Ruo, Qu Wuyi, and Su Jing each sat on one side of the table. There were several exquisite side dishes on the table. Although it was strange that in this era there were fish-flavored shredded pork, braised tenderloin, and tomatoes and scrambled eggs, it had to be mentioned. The chef at Zilanxuan still tastes very authentic.

Su Jing's food was delicious.

Only Huanwan did not sit at the table. She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her little feet in annoyance. She was used to going barefoot on rainy days. Although she had wrapped her feet with zhenqi so that they did not touch her feet during the walk, she did not sit at the table. Mud, but look at the mud under your feet, and then step on it... Whether it sticks to it or not is one question, but whether you can cope with it psychologically is another question.

It's as disgusting as stepping on shit through your shoes.

So now she opened her little foot and checked it for a while. After making sure that there was no mud on it, she finally let it go with satisfaction.

I stepped comfortably on the cashmere carpet and laughed happily.

Seeing Su Jing sitting there eating a bowl of rice, she asked: "Master, are you really sure that the person you are looking for will really come to you?"

Su Jing swallowed the sweet and sour fish in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Maybe."

"What if he doesn't come?"

"If he doesn't come, I will go!"

Huanwan complained with a slumped face: "Then why didn't you go find him from the beginning? Master, you are doing this too much."

"Will the effect be the same if you take the initiative to send it to your door or if someone else comes to invite you?"

Su Jing glanced at her and said: "Zhuge Liang already loves Liu Bei, why do you want him to visit the thatched cottage? To put it bluntly, are you trying to raise yourself up? We took the initiative to send it to Han Fei's door, and then asked Han Fei for help? Why not let him Come to us and ask them to ask us for help?”

Qu Wuyi paused with his chopsticks and asked, "Is it Han Fei you are looking for? Legalist Han Fei?"

Huanwan pouted dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you go to the Mo family? Unfortunately, you still use the Moh family's swordsmanship..."

The little girl is a descendant of the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect comes from the Mo family. She has a strong sense of belonging to the Mo family.

Su Jing clapped his hands and said, "That's a good idea. We can pretend to be Mohist disciples."

"Why do we have to pretend? We are obviously..."

Before Qianqian finished her words, there was a knock on the door.

"I'm here."

Su Jing finished the food in a few bites and said with a smile, "I'll go open the door."

He stood up, Qu Wuyi put down his bowl and chopsticks, and Murong Ruo waved her hand, and all the food and leftovers were collected, and the table looked tidy...

Murong Ruo was quite flexible to be able to use the storage space for such a thing.

Su Jing opened the door.

Outside the door...

Zi Nu said with a kind smile, "Sir, this Ninth Young Master accidentally heard the poem you said from me, and wanted to make friends with him, so he asked me to bring him here, hoping to meet you!"

"Ninth Young Master Han Fei, I have heard your name for a long time."

Su Jing smiled and said, "I am waiting for you, please come in."

"Brother is waiting for me."

Han Fei looked Su Jing up and down, with a look of shock in his eyes. He thought that the one who said this poem should be a cynical and patriotic man who wanted to serve the country but had no way to do so, but he never thought that the other person was so handsome, and it seemed that he was even more elegant than himself, the Ninth Young Master.

And behind him...

Several girls with extremely beautiful looks, each in their own age, were beautiful beyond words.

"Uh... then I am sorry to bother you."

He walked in a little uncomfortably.

Although he did not agree with Confucianism, he had been a student of Xunzi for many years, and Confucianism still had a great influence on him...

He still felt uncomfortable when he walked into the room of the strange woman.

Is it just an illusion?

I always felt that the little girl and the girl with the sword on her back looked at him with some pity in their eyes.

Pity me?

What's going on...