Nightfall

Under the tree on the mountain, the bright priest before he gave Sang Sang a waist tag, and touched her head lovingly. Master Yan Se took out something from her arms and gave it to her solemnly, and then explained a few words.

Soon afterwards, the two old men turned into two handfuls of ash on the cliffside. Sang Sang certainly would not forget those details, so she knew what the official opposite wanted, but she could pretend not to understand.

Sang Sang is not a charming little elf maid who is good at disguising, so she pretends not to understand and cannot hide her eyes. Zhuge Wuren's face grows darker, and she may seem angry at any time.

He Mingchi coughed lightly, and then looked at him, the meaning expressed in his eyes was very clear-although the eyes are important, but after all, it was passed by Master Yan Se to Ning Que, and it is impossible to rob, if the court is true Don't worry, you can't take strict care of the old pen, and wait until Ning Que comes back.

Master Zhuge knew what he meant, and said indifferently: "He Daochang, I know you are the companion of the second prince, but I want to remind you that he is the second prince after all, and you ... really don't want to be a Tang Dynasty master? "

He Mingchi suddenly thought that Master Zhuge was close to the Queen Mother, and many people in Chang'an City knew that Ning Que had a close relationship with Princess Li Yu. Is it because today the Queen Mother does not want Ning Que to become a future national teacher?

He smiled and shook his head slightly, because the other party mentioned himself and did n’t want to care about these things anymore. However, thinking about something, he could n’t help saying, “Master Zhuge, you better not forget who she is. . "

Zhuge Wuren was silent for a moment, a flash of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and said: "It is related to the safety of the empire. I think even the academy will agree with my approach, not to mention that I have never been disrespectful to Mr. Thirteen. Will the maid make the academy angry? Then the official would ask, is it not empty talk if the academy does not do politics? "

He looked at Sang Sang indifferently and said, "You must hand over the things left by Master Yan Se and the seat of Light."

At this time, Wang Jinglue returned to the garden and watched the two of them coldly asked: "Have you finished asking? I want to take her back to the military."

He Mingchi looked at him puzzled and asked, "What will the big general ask the little maid?"

Wang Jingluo replied: "The matter of the bright throne is the case of the **** case in Chang'an City 14 years ago."

He Mingchi was silent and slowly received the butter umbrella.

Zhuge Wuren said indifferently: "Please tell General Xu Shi, in addition to asking the case, we also want this little maidservant, His Royal Highness Prince has already entered the palace to ask His Majesty, Xiling Temple will take her back to Taoshan."

Wang Jingluo raised his eyebrows slightly, mockingly said: "Do you think the Xiling Temple can suppress my Datang Military Department?"

Zhuge Wuren frowned slightly and said, "According to Tang Law, the Military Department has no right to question this case."

Wang Jingluo sneered: "Tangshu, your Tianshu Office is even less qualified to hear the case."

He Mingchi kept his breath quietly beside him. Although there were many Taoists in Haotian Nanmen Temple, because Master Yanse's death had great resentment against the little maid in Lao Bi Zhai, he did not think so.

If changed to usual, except for the palace, any government agency of Datang will retreat subconsciously when facing the military forces. However, today Tianshu Office has the ambition to get things like that, and it also implicitly lifted up the princes and Xiling temples. Dashan refused to give in at all.

There was no Mars splashing between words, but they pushed each other into a dead end. In the end, it seems that according to Tang Law, the only place that is qualified to interrogate Sang Sang is Chang'an House where everyone is now.

Wang Jingluo said: "Master Fu Yin heard that he was confused and could not get up at all."

Zhuge Wuren sneered and said, "Since the imperial doctor doesn't work, then I have to send Tianshu to send some mentors over to see Master Fu Yin. . "

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Changan Mansion is always the most aggrieved and most annoyed government gate in the Datang Empire. It is like a daughter-in-law in a big family. It is helpless and painful. Today, the military forces of the Imperial Army, the Tianshu Department and the South Gate View are all gathered in the palace However, Fu Yin was forced to say that he could not get sick, and all officials were silent.

On that day, the words of Master Zhuge ’s Yin Yun were passed into the back house. Master Fu Yin ’s Shangguan Yang Yu knew that he could no longer continue to pretend to be sick. He rubbed his sore throat weakly, thinking about the pot of ice water yesterday afternoon It was white pouring, and could not help but sigh and shook his head again and again.

The lady said anxiously, "Isn't the Academy to offend so many people, how is this good?"

Shangguan Yang Yu's ugly little eyes showed a bit of spiciness, sneered and said: "I want to push me to a dead end, I want to explain to the thirteen gentlemen afterwards.

The lady asked in surprise: "Does the master come up with any good ideas?"

Shangguan Yang Yu looked at the old wife who had a deep affection for himself, sighed, and said with pity: "Don't be afraid later."

After finishing this sentence, Master Fuyin got up from the bed hard, felt a hard elm stick from the desk, gasped several times in pain, and then hit his head with his teeth!

With a loud muffled noise, he suddenly broke his head and bleeds, and he fainted with his eyes dark.

This time it was really faint.

There was a cry of grief from Madam Fu Yin in the room.

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Just when Lord Fu Yin staged a play in the bedroom who could be more miserable than me, someone came to Chang'an House.

The steward respectfully saluted everyone and said, "His Royal Highness is in the palace, too late to rush over, so let me come and see, I don't know what the girl Sang Sang did wrong, and so surprised so many adults.

Unexpectedly, this matter would have so disturbed Her Royal Highness Princess Li Yu that Wang Jing frowned slightly.

He represents the imperial military, and it is not necessary to give too much to the princess, but now no one knows which prince the emperor will pass the dragon chair to, so some things need to be cautious.

Zhuge Wuren didn't give any explanation to this manager, and expressed his attitude with silence.

The manager was not angry. Before coming to Chang'an, he thought it was a misunderstanding. After seeing so many big men in the field, he realized that things were not as simple as His Highness thought. It must be that the little maid was very important. With a slight smile, he said goodbye to everyone and notified the palace again with the fastest speed.

The princess mansion left the front office, and the latest news came from the house. Lord Fu Yin was already seriously ill, thinking that Sheng Enmin wanted to try to get up and try the case, but he ran into the door because of high fever and confusion. Now unconscious.

Such officials who are diligent in government affairs are really rare. Such excuses are rare. Where did Zhuge Wuren and others believe that they broke into the Hou Mansion indignantly, but after a while they withdrew their complex expressions.

"My Datang has such a shameless official?" Zhuge Wuren said with emotion.

He Mingchi thought of the **** hole above Master Fuyin's head and sighed, "It's really cruel enough."

Wang Jingluo said: "This adult would rather self-harm than want to hear the case, admire admiration."

Zhuge Wuren suddenly said, "Since this is the case, I will take this little maid back to the palace first."

Wang Jing frowned slightly.

Zhuge Wuren said: "Someone in the palace will explain to the general later."

Wang Jingluo still frowned.

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People are coming and going, snow is falling.

Snow fell on the branches of the yellow paper umbrella, on the eaves of the branches, and fell on the futon. Maybe it was because the futon was too big to cover the little girl holding the futon. Maybe it was because people coming and going thought everything was important, so forget The people they discussed were right next to them. In short, Sang Sang, who was standing in the miserable wind and snow, was forgotten.

So no one noticed her frown.

Sang Sang is a little girl who does not want to cause trouble to Ning Que.

So at the beginning, Chang'an House asked her to ask about the case and she came. These people asked her to stand in front of the house. She stood in front of the house. She stood in front of the garden. She stood in front of the garden. She waited until she confirmed that the official was really going to grab her stuff, and even seemed to bring herself into the palace.

Sang Sang is someone who can work hard with Ning Que for three or two silvers, not to mention what these people want to steal from their own hands is obviously worth more silver, not to mention that the teacher left it to himself, Yan Se The master left it to Ning Que, so her brow furrowed.

She frowned and expressed displeasure and disagreement.

She plucked her head out of the thick bedding and looked at the shameless official who wanted to take herself into the palace to grab her things. The dark and translucent eyes gleamed with a very subtle light, and then the light quickly burned. .

Suddenly a cold wind blew by.

The solemn dignity in the depths of Sang Sang's eyes suddenly shrank, and she slowly lowered her head.

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The wind is the flow of air. The reason why the cold wind suddenly rises at this time is because there is a very large thing in the air, which is a very fat young man.

The young man was so fat that he appeared in the garden and took up the breath of winter wind, and then quickly squeezed the winter wind, bringing a warmth to everyone in the field, just like his beautiful and lovely eyebrows.

"It seems very busy here."

Sang Sang raised his head and watched him nod gently.

The young fat man looked at the three people in the room and said, "If Chang'an Fu Yin daes to examine the case, you will move out Tang Li to try Sang Sang. If Chang'an Fu Yin has been lying on the bed, you will not come out and be disgraced."

Zhuge Wuren looked stern, looking at this person with a deep voice and shouting: "Who are you, how bold you speak!"

The young fat men were too lazy to take care of these people, and took over the bedding in Sang Sang's arms and said, "Go."

Sang Sang followed him very honestly and was about to leave, just as honestly as he came.

Wang Jingluo didn't know who the young fat man was, but he vaguely guessed the identity of this person. Looking at the other person's back, he couldn't help but feel excited, and flicked his sleeve and took a step forward.

The young fat man stopped and looked back at him.

If there is a seemingly absent breath, the distance between the two is instantly traversed, those breezes still lingering, those slowly falling snowflakes are not shaking, but Wang Jingluo's body is shaking violently.

Wang Jingluo's eyes became more and more excited, his right hand hanging beside him trembling slightly, as if holding a virtual sword.

The young fat man looked at his right hand, frowned slightly, moved the bedding to the left shoulder with some difficulty, and then raised his right hand very casually ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ stretched his index finger away from the other side and pressed towards the other side.

With this press, Wang Jingluo's chest and abdomen collapsed suddenly, as if hit by an invisible giant hammer, and suddenly hit the wall behind him, a shocked and sad voice sounded among the dust and gravel.

"Not care!"

"Heavenly Creek God Finger!"

The snowflakes are sticking to the dust and gradually subside.

The young fat man looked at Wang Jinglue, who was bleeding at the corner of the lips under the broken wall, and shook his head a little boringly.

"Even if you are invincible below your destiny."

"After all, it is just invincible below the fate."

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(There is also a fifth chapter, but the time is undecided, I will write it as soon as possible, see you later, and continue to ask for a monthly ticket. At this time, I really do n’t want it, thank you guys.)