Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Yin Luo even wondered if he had remembered it wrong?
  But Nie Renxi insisted that the young man wanted to find a leader named Ding. In addition, she couldn't think of any other clues, so she didn't refute it at all. She just recalled that day over and over again when she had some free time. The conversation with the boy in the dungeon, but some things were just not satisfactory. No matter how she recalled it, she could not remember what the boy's last words were...

Pei Buchiu's men searched almost the entire Jiangzhong area with the portrait of the young man made by Chi Linjing, but they found nothing. The Jiangzhong garrison general couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but he was more helpless. Since he came to Pingdu, the important task of tracing the cause of Fu Yongzhong's death naturally fell on his shoulders. Zheng Bin, the lord of Pingdu City, was like a smiling fox. Every time he worked with him, Pei Buchou felt extremely uncomfortable and his mood changed. If he was low, his work efficiency would be almost meaningless. Therefore, he would not be able to take care of the Pingdu Sword Club.

The previous idea of ​​intercepting the Pingying Ban from the city at the beginning of the martial arts sword competition was naturally shattered. Yin Luo added some anxiety. There was a pigeon that could only fly on the opposite side. He wanted to let himself watch it fly away and return it. The unpleasant feeling of not knowing where it will fly.

News also came from the south of the Yangtze River, saying that Wu Zihan, the fifth child, came back from a trip to the mountains and rivers, but he heard that his sworn sister Wen Ting'er had killed his uncle with his own hands. He fainted out of grief. Now it is Meng Qingyue and Ming Fang takes care of him at Baiqi Villa.

One wave comes after another, one thing follows another, and there is no let-up at all. In fact, today's Pingdu Sword Club is really not a must-go place for a needle user like Yin Luo. But thinking that Wen Ting'er had been given a gauntlet by Jianghu people, and Yin Luo was afraid that she would be outnumbered, he had to help her no matter what. Regardless of whether he lost or won, he had to let her return to Xiangxi safely.

Her fourth sister, even if she is extremely paranoid, is not bad at heart. Yin Luo often thought that if it hadn't been for Ming Fang and Meng Qingyue, she might not have changed so much. After all, she had been deeply forbearing in love over the years, and now she couldn't help herself when she saw the moon she longed for being plucked off by someone else. But it is also an indisputable fact that Mingfang abandoned his status as a princess and pursued her passionately and bravely.

To put it bluntly, there are some fates in the world, and being born is like repaying a debt. Love is bitter, hate is even more bitter, but thinking is the bitterest. But this bitterness has to be tasted by oneself. No matter how much or how little it is, it cannot pass away. It is imprinted in the rings of the year and engraved on the apex of the heart. It is the same whether you see it or not.

"Dong dong." There was a sudden knocking sound outside the room, interrupting Yin Luo's thoughts.

It seemed that Nie Renxi and Chi Linjing came to tell her to go to Longnu Lake.

She exhaled again, tried to relax a little, walked to the door, and said as she opened the door, "Are you going so early?"

But when the door was completely opened, what came into view was the bright purple color. Wan Ruotan's familiar and unfamiliar handsome face had a playful smile on it. He looked very unbeatable, but his tone of voice was very good. , replied to Yin Luo: "It's late."

Yin Luo frowned, and her nose suddenly inhaled a fresh fragrance that she remembered. It was exactly the same as the smell that lingered in the room where Fu Yongzhong was killed that day. She remembered that her original intention in coming to Pingdu was to ask Fu Yongzhong for thirteen years. Looking at what happened before, there was some hostility in his eyes for a moment.

"Master Hongying, you are quite leisurely and willing to do anything." She spoke sharply.

Wan Ruotan wasn't annoyed at all, he didn't have the impatience with outsiders at all. Although his eyes were still playful, there was no provocation.

"Little A'luo, I always love to travel to mountains and rivers. It's not like you don't know. Why are you not happy to see me?"

Yin Luo gritted his teeth, "How dare I not be happy when Lord Hongying is joking? Wherever you are, there is a good show to watch. I have to thank you for inviting me to watch the show."

"Hey, hey, don't look so ferocious," Wan Ruotan shrugged and put away his smile, a bit like breaking a jar, but what he said was very straightforward: "Don't blame me for killing that old man. Son, the guy from Donghai who persuaded you to come to Pingdu in Lingzhou had no good intentions. I already dirty my hands by killing that old man, so it would be unworthy of you to blame me again."

Yin Luo didn't expect that he would take the initiative to tell her this. She thought that her relationship with him was not that close, so she sneered and said sarcastically: "Master Hongying told me this news, did you want to ask me anything?" "?" Wan Ruotan was noncommittal. The girl in red in front of him obviously regarded him as an outsider. It seemed that it would be some time before he could overcome this barrier, but he did have a question to ask her now. Should he do this smooth thing? He laughed. , first praised: "Little A Luo is so smart," and then immediately continued to ask: "I want to know where to find this troupe? If my information is correct, you should have seen the troupe. People."

The corners of Yin Luo's mouth were smoothed away bit by bit by Wan Ruotan's words, and the smile she had just raised disappeared in an instant. Although she had heard that Wan Ruotan acted erratically and directly, she really didn't expect him to be so direct. He would come directly to her and directly ask about the whereabouts of Pingyingban...

"Hongyinghou is well-informed, why don't you go check it yourself?"

"I am very lazy." Wan Ruotan didn't care. He didn't take Yin Luo's words as a rejection. "Why do you send people to investigate something that you can know just by asking? Don't you think so? ?”

"..." Yin Luo was speechless.

Their eyes met, and there was silence for a long time, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

But Wan Ruotan didn't realize it at all, "How about I give you two more pieces of news?"

Yin Luo looked at him and didn't know whether he should answer or not.

When Wan Ruotan accepted her acquiescence, she started to talk to herself: "First, Wu Huancheng is not dead. What your fourth sister killed was the substitute of Yueyang Dao Protector, not the real Chen Che and Wei Ling, so you You can hand it over to your sworn brother. Secondly, you probably don’t know yet, right? Your fourth sister, the Gu girl of the Wen family, who is fearless and has sensationalized the entire world on her own, has formed an alliance with that man from Donghai."

"What did you say?" Yin Luo's expression turned cold for a moment. He had to say that the first news was good. As long as Wen Ting'er didn't kill Wu Huantong, everything would be fine with Xiao Wu. But The second news? Wen Ting'er formed an alliance with King Yuan Jin?

This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Wan Ruotan's expression remained as usual, but his eyes moved slightly, taking in Yin Luo's reaction. He restrained all his emotions in the blink of an eye, stared at Yin Luo's face, and without further explanation, just urged her to answer: " it's your turn."

Yin Luo looked at him, obviously not believing in the alliance between Wen Ting'er and King Yuan Jin. She regarded this as something the unpredictable Wan Ruotan had compiled to deceive her. She rolled her eyes, then raised her eyes and answered briefly: "The people in Pingying's class only asked us to ask someone named Ding Tou'er, but so far we have made no progress."

She had thought about it, the news was open-ended, and telling Wan Ruotan would not have much impact. Maybe we can find this mysterious "Ding Tou'er" through the hands of Marquis Hongying of Northern Liao...or King Yuanjin of East China Sea.

"What Ding Touer? Is this a personal name?" Wan Ruotan couldn't help but frown. (End of chapter)