Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

"Zhuyue, you go back to the courtyard first, and I will go back when Bai Shuangzi is better. If Qinghong and Wanxia ask, you can only tell the people in the courtyard that I am with Bai Shuangzi, but you must never let them know that Bai Shuangzi is here. Gemini was injured, you know?"

Zhuyue heard the words and hurriedly lowered her body to answer, but when she looked at the blood on Bai Minyu's body, she couldn't help but said softly: "Yes, my son, but Bai Shuangzi..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Luoyu sighed, looked at the person in his arms with an inexplicable expression, and was unable to speak for a long while.

After leaving about a cup of tea month by month, Jiang Luoyu turned around and put him on the Luohan couch in the room, walked out of the room, and said to Zhuiyun beside him: "After I leave, Remember to burn the tranquilizing incense in the house all the time, if it really doesn’t work, put some drugs, don’t let him wake up and make any trouble, you know?”

Zhuiyun was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously glanced back at Bai Minyu who was leaning on the couch, whose wound had been tapped and bandaged, and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Luoyu lowered his eyes, his eyes were indifferent and icy: "I'm going to the Hanjiang Pavilion, and I'll definitely be back before dinner. Before that, no one is allowed to enter the house!"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body flashed, and he jumped onto the roof with light work at noon. When no one found out, he quickly rushed to the outside of the county palace.

Half an hour later, in front of the box on the top floor of Hanjiang Pavilion, the largest teahouse in Kyoto, a middle-aged man dressed in the clothes of a wealthy businessman and holding a ledger walked in slowly while stroking his beard.

The box he was in was divided into two floors, the inside and the outside. The Arhat couch next to the room was pulling a thick gauze curtain and a bead curtain strung with round and beautiful oriental beads. You can hear the sound of the beads colliding with each other. In the noisy teahouse at the moment, it makes a particularly pleasant sound.

As soon as he entered the private room and closed the door, he put down the ledger in his hand like a wealthy businessman, and when he was about to enter the inner room, he saw a figure with his back facing him inside the gauze curtain from the corner of his eye. A look of respect appeared on the face like Maitreya Buddha, he raised his hands and knelt down in front of the bead curtain, and said in a low voice.

"Subordinates refer to the Pavilion Master."

At this time, if anyone can be in the room, they will surely recognize that this incomparably good-looking person in the clothes of a wealthy businessman is Meng Jiuqian, the big shopkeeper of the Hanjiang Pavilion in the Kyoto teahouse.

Hearing his voice, the people standing inside the bead curtain turned sideways slowly, allowing the sunlight from outside the window to illuminate the silver mask on his face and the black mask embroidered with layers of silver thread on his body. Long clothes, thin lips raised a slight arc: "Get up."

Hearing the words, the half-kneeling person immediately got up and stood outside the bead curtain, cupped his hands and said in a low voice: "Pavilion master is here because of what he ordered?"

"I didn't come here to inquire about this." The white fingers of the man standing sideways in front of the window frame moved, his voice seemed to be floating in the air, and he couldn't hear it clearly when the light wind blew, as if with some carelessness. The smell, but the tone is extremely strong, "But since you reported it like this, could it be that there has been progress in that matter in just one year?"