I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

This sentence attracted the attention of the two talented young men. They looked at Su Jinyue with burning eyes and asked questions one after another.

"What is this object?" Gongshuzi asked anxiously.

"What kind of improvements?" Mo Qi followed closely.

Su Jinyue smiled mysteriously and waved to the two of them.

The three of them put their heads together and finalized the details of the entire drawing in just one afternoon.

Su Jinyue, feeling very proud of herself, went to Baiyujing instead, preparing to pack some food to take back to her father and mother.

She sat leisurely in the carriage, looking at the people on both sides of the street and the endless calls of the vendors, which aroused her inner desire to get off the carriage and stroll around.

Lady Tan advised gently, "Princess, please change your clothes before shopping next time."

Su Jinyue slumped weakly in the carriage, "Okay, then go buy me some fun things."

"Yes."

Lady Tan jumped off the carriage and was about to go to a street stall to pick out some interesting ornaments, but she was bumped by a man who looked hurried and almost fell.

She steadied herself, her expression instantly becoming serious, and she looked sharply at the guards who followed her. "This person has martial arts skills, so there must be something strange about him."

Before the guards could make any move, a slovenly old man came up to Lady Tan.

The old man covered his cough with a hunched back, and showed a carved plaque from his sleeve to Lady Tan, then quickly took it back.

The moment Lady Tan saw the carved plaque, her expression became even more cautious. She quietly waved her left hand, telling the guards to return to their original positions, and continued walking towards the stall, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, the old man slowly stood up, staggered, and continued walking in the direction the man had left.

After passing through several alleys, the old man followed the man to a dilapidated courtyard. There was deathly silence all around. The old man stopped at the corner of the street, took out a broken bowl, sat crookedly and took a nap, looking like an ordinary beggar.

The man in the yard carefully closed the doors and windows and returned to the table. He took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, gently opened the stopper, and poured out a roll of paper as wide as a thumb.

His eyes were filled with nervousness and anticipation as he carefully unfolded the note, brought it close to his eyes, and examined it carefully. There were only a few words on the note, exactly the same words Xiang had said before his death.

The man frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

After checking it, he carefully put the note back to its original place, walked to the pen and ink, and made a copy.

After everything was done, he felt relieved and turned to leave without stopping.

After he left, the old beggar looked around and found nothing unusual. Then he slowly stood up and continued to follow him.

Not far away, Su Jinyue took the ornaments bought by Lady Tan and was looking at them curiously.

Our ancestors' aesthetic tastes are truly varied, some are simple and elegant, while others are exquisite and unique. What's surprising is that some of the strangely shaped animal sculptures give off a cartoon-like feel.

She turned the figurine over and over again, playing with it.

Lady Tan looked at Su Jinyue's focused expression, her lips curled up slightly. "These little gadgets, while not as valuable as the palace treasures, are still quite interesting."

After she finished speaking, she pondered for a moment, and finally told Su Jinyue what had happened in detail, "The man I just met was strange, I'm afraid there is something unusual going on."

After hearing this, Su Jinyue stopped what she was doing and asked, "Are you saying that someone from the Secret Guard is following us?"

"Correct."

"Then don't worry about it. Father will definitely make the decision."

"Yes, Princess, shall we return to the palace?"

Su Jinyue raised the soft and adorable four-legged beast in her right hand, raised her chin slightly and said, "Buy a few more and take them back as gifts for the little ones."

"Yes." Lady Tan jumped off the carriage and went to buy ornaments again.

Su Jinyue was in the carriage, but she put away her smile and thought carefully about what had happened recently.

The newly replaced attendants in Yuehua Palace, the released Zhao Gao and Hu Hai, and several new faces in the Chaoyi Hall.

Every change indicates that Haodayadi is accelerating its layout.

Where will this chess piece of mine go?

At the beginning of Xiyun, the pavilion was sinking, and the rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Su Jinyue had just left when a group of extremely gorgeously decorated carriages drove up on the street.

"Why don't you let down the curtain? How can you be so reckless?"

A gentle female voice came from the carriage, and the curtains of the carriage were lowered.

Inside the carriage, a beautiful woman with a delicate face extended her index finger and lightly tapped the forehead of the girl opposite her. "You, this is Xianyang City. There's no place for you to be so presumptuous."

The young girl was in her twenties, with a pretty face. She held the beautiful woman's arm affectionately and said, "Mother, do you see how prosperous Xianyang City is? The roads are smooth. And there's Baiyujing. You can see the tall buildings there from a long way off. After we settle down, mother, you must take me there for a good meal."

The beautiful woman shook her head in amusement, "Mother's words don't count. Go and ask your grandfather to come and complain later."

Outside the convoy, several young men in gorgeous clothes were riding on tall horses, looking around curiously, but were warned by the middle-aged man in the lead not to run around.

The convoy slowly drove through the streets and finally stopped outside a large courtyard with a tall gate.

The middle-aged man dismounted, holding a jade pendant in his hand, and walked to the door. He nodded to the gatekeeper and said, "Please, young man, please come forward and announce that my master, the owner of the Shang family, is here to visit."

The attendant took the jade pendant and said politely, "The master has already given instructions. Everyone, please go to the guest room and rest. I will report to the master immediately."

The middle-aged man smiled and thanked him, then took out a brocade bag from his sleeve and handed it to the attendant. "Thank you very much, young man. It's a small gift, I hope you won't refuse it."

The attendant immediately smiled and greeted everyone more attentively.

By the time everyone sat down in the living room, it was already quarter of an hour later.

An old man who looked like a butler led a team of waiters and brought tea and snacks.

He walked over to Bo Liu with a gentle smile and said in a friendly manner, "It's been a long time since we last met. Mr. Bo is still as handsome as ever. The head of the family is still working in the government office and will be home later. I hope Mr. Bo will bear with me."

Boliu picked up the teacup and said with a smile, "What's the big deal? We came unexpectedly, so just wait a while."

"The head of the family specifically asked us to stay overnight, and the guest room has already been cleaned up. Mr. Bo must stay here for a few more days."

Bo Liu was very familiar with him, and he was not polite during the conversation. "Hahaha, my family's courtyard is still under renovation, so I'm going to stay at your house for a few days. I'm sorry to bother you."

"No, no." The old man responded quickly.

After the pleasantries were over, the old butler led the young servant out of the hall. The youngest son of the Bo family could no longer contain himself and asked, "Grandfather, when did you have any contact with Lord Wei Liao? Why have I never heard you mention it?"

Boliu put down his teacup and looked out of the hall with a look of nostalgia. His gaze seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, back to that turbulent era more than ten years ago.

"The story begins more than ten years ago..."