The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the master suddenly went crazy and ran all the way to Da Rui to avoid the eyes of others.

It turns out that he is the second prince that Prince Da Rui has been looking for.

motherfucker.

He finally guessed right once.

The dog's brain isn't for nothing.

He wanted to test something more, but when he moved the wine jar away, the young man was no longer around him.

The dog is in a bad state.

Forget it, whatever happens.

He doesn't understand the drama of royal power and nobles, he is just an abandoned and dissolute orphan.

Eight years ago, the master saved him from the hyena's mouth, and his life has belonged to the master since then.

I don't know the name, it doesn't matter.

I don’t know my identity, it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter whether you have money or not, or whether you have life or not.

In short, he will be wherever his master is, and he will hit wherever his master points.

In Yuxi Village.

In the living room of the Yan family, Bai Xiang held the tea he had brewed himself, poured it, and handed it respectfully to the bald Taoist priest.

Taoist Jia didn't dare to take it, and leaned back cautiously, "You are being polite for no reason. Tell me what you want to do first, and I will consider whether I can drink this cup of tea."

"Master——"

The little disciple is acting coquettishly.

The old Taoist took the tea with a sullen face and drank it in one gulp. He felt angry and fanned himself quickly, "Let it go."

"..." Bai Xiang automatically ignored the word "release" and asked humbly, "Why is it that a person is mute but his throat is intact and has not been damaged at all?"

"If it's not an external cause, then it must be an internal cause. Either he has been subjected to excessive stimulation and has lost his voice and become mute, or he has a mental illness and is unwilling to speak."

"I understand, Master. This tea is brewed by me using old tea leaves. It has double the efficacy. Drink it slowly. I'm leaving now!"

"Oh, what are you talking about, old Taoist? If I had known you were like this, I would have walked away. I don't want to see you anymore!"

Bai Xiang smiled and threw a bag to the Taoist priest before leaving.

Taoist Jia waited until his unfilial disciple left before he put away his unhappy expression and happily opened the bag.

Sure enough, he knew it was a good thing as soon as he smelled it.

A bag of Hundred Aspects Pearls as big as the tip of a little finger!

The Lin family left half an acre of land unharvested, and the old seedlings were nurtured for a full ten years. Finally, half a year ago, crystal clear pearls were produced!

The emerald green color is comparable to the most beautiful green jade!

The epidermis is covered with serum and appears semi-transparent when facing the light!

Good stuff, good stuff!

Ten hundred-year-old ginsengs are not worth one hundred-phase pearl! A life-saving magic medicine!

It can remove dead flesh and regenerate flesh, and can whiten bones! It can cure all kinds of poisons!

The bag given to him by his good disciple is of the best quality among all the Baixiang beads.

It's worth it that he has spent more than ten years here!

When he dies, he will take these things into his coffin!

Jia Banxian smiled so hard that his teeth were showing and he returned to his room happily.

I'll go find my good disciple tomorrow and tell him my will in advance!

If anyone dares to take the things in this bag from him, he will not let that person go even if he becomes a ghost!

Suddenly, there were two strangers in the clinic. One had a cold face and never spoke, while the other was a chatterbox who talked to everyone he met.

After a while, the workers in the workshop got used to it, and when they got off work, they would shout and go to the canteen together to grab food.

In the Lanshui Palace of the Eagle Tribe, the king suddenly disappeared, and everything was in chaos.

In the Qinzheng Hall, Shen Hou received report after report from his subordinates. His face was gloomy and his eyes were filled with anger and anger that he did not conceal.

"It was a perfect time to plan the final blow, but he ran away without a word! How can he be a king? It's ridiculous!"

With a wave of his hand, all the secret letters were torn into pieces and scattered in the air.

The spy who came to report lowered his head and kept silent, not daring to speak.

"Can you find out where Wang was last seen?"

"Your Highness, we can't find out. The king left at night and avoided everyone—"

"Avoiding everyone? Xu Gou is not a human? He is favored by the king and has been the closest person to the king in recent years. He does not want to whip the king to make progress, but instead follows the king to mess around! When he comes back, he will be severely punished according to the rules!"

Turning around and sitting heavily on the sheepskin chair, Shen Hou shouted, "Retreat! Continue the investigation! Divide into two groups, one to investigate the whereabouts of the king, and the other to pay close attention to Yan Changqing's movements. As long as he leaves the South Pass, report immediately!"

The spy received the order and retreated.

After dismissing the people serving him, Shen Hou took out a secret letter with slightly curled and hairy edges from his lapel and unfolded it.

He has read this letter many times, and every time he opens it, he still can't suppress his excitement.

——No matter the cost, kill Yan Changqing!

Among the five princes of the Da Rui royal family, except Yan Changqing who is outstandingly talented and has a aptitude for governing a country, the other four have their own strengths and weaknesses.

Yan Changqing is the crown prince whom Emperor Hong Jing of Da Rui values ​​and relies on the most!

If the Eagle Tribe can successfully kill Yan Changqing, Da Rui will be in chaos!

Take advantage of the chaos and attack!

He has been in the Eagle Tribe for ten years, training batch after batch of brave fighters, all for this day!

As for Da Rui’s counterattack?

There will be a war eventually, so why fear!

The monkey held the secret letter tightly, his eyelids shrank and his teeth clenched.

After assisting the king wholeheartedly for so many years, in the end, he did not gain as much trust as a beggar rescued from a hyena pack!

Since the king didn't trust him and was unwilling to rely on him, no matter how much support he received, it would be difficult for him to come to the fore. It was no wonder that he pretended to obey but actually acted first and reported later!

The winds blow in November.

A light snow had begun to fall in the capital city of Changjing.

The snowflakes covered the walls and eaves with a touch of white.

The mansion of the Earl of Expedition seemed even more desolate, without a trace of vitality to be found in the house.

"Cough cough..." Yuanzheng Bo was curled up in the warm room, with a blazing charcoal fire in front of him, a hand-warming hot water bottle in his hands, and a thick fur coat on his body to resist the coldness rising in his body.

He squinted his old eyes and looked out the window, his voice weak, "Yan Changqing left Changjing, is he going to Yuxi Village?"

"Yes, he goes to Yuxi Village two or three times every year, staying for two or three days at most, or only one day at least. This time he is going to the outer realm, I think he is going to Yuxi Village to say goodbye to the people there."

"Still can't find out what happened in Yuxi Village?"

The black-clad man in the warm room lowered his head upon hearing this. “Many of the court’s senior officials are in Yuxi Village, and there are people secretly stationed in the ten-kilometer area around the village. It’s not easy to investigate inside, otherwise it’s easy to alert the people inside and reveal their flaws.”

"Those old guys are not easy to deal with. It's just that... the storm is coming, there is no need to make trouble. It is better to be careful."

"Yes."

After this response, there was no sound in the warm room for a long time.

Only the burning charcoal produced some sparks and crackling sounds.

The man in black raised his head and looked at the old man carefully.

The old man's eyelids drooped, as if he was half open and half closed. He lay motionless on the bench and had fallen asleep.

This frail appearance is exactly the same as the old Duke Lan's frail body when he was old.

My uncle is already in his sixties and almost seventy years old this year.

Unlike the old Duke Lan who has medicine prescribed by a miracle doctor to prolong his life, Lord Earl... can he really wait for that day?

The snow was rustling outside the window, hitting the window frame and making a soft sound.

The man in black looked out through the window and saw the withered garden scene gradually covered by snow.

This mansion smells of decay everywhere.