Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 203 Guangling Guest

Li Sun closed the window, turned around and saw the scribe's face full of contemplation, and asked, "Mr. Bai doesn't think so?"

The literati surnamed Bai was awakened by his words, shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I'm just curious."

Li Sun nodded, walked to the door in a few steps, opened the door and looked outside, then turned around and said, "No one, let's go."

Mr. Bai nodded yes, put the transcribed paper into his sleeve, and went downstairs with Li Sun, turned out from the back hall, and passed through a small courtyard, the gate of which was guarded by the Narcissus House The shopkeeper, at this time, he no longer smiled just now, but stood upright in front of the door with a solemn face and hands down.

"Go and do your work, the door will be opened for guests in a while." Mr. Bai smiled gently, and nodded to the shopkeeper, but Li Sun opened the door and walked out without saying a word.

There are two horses tied outside the door. The horses are shiny, and they are the mounts raised by rich people.

The two stopped talking when they got here, got on their horses separately, drove the horses at a gallop, walked out of this sparsely traveled alley, and went straight to the east of the city.

After about a stick of incense, in the other courtyard of Xue's Mansion located in the east of Shangjing, a freshly recorded micro-day appeared on Xue Yunheng's desk.

Xue Yunheng stood by the desk with his hands behind his back, staring at the paper on the desk.

Today he is still dressed in a white robe that wins the snow, with a brocade belt with white and dark cloud patterns loosely tied around his waist, his wide sleeves hang down his sides, no crown on his hair, only a snow-like skirt The suet jade long hairpin runs through it, making it look more like a heavy waist and pan temples, and a long body.

He scanned the paper ten lines at a glance, clenched his hands a little, and a trace of impatience passed between his brows.

"It's something romantic again." He pushed the paper aside, took a small space on the case, and brought over the copper crane water bottle on the side, looking at the delicate lines on it, with a smile on his face. A little bit boring.

Since the prophecy of the thunderbolt incident, in the next few small days, what was said was all trivial matters, whether it was falling flowers smashing the face into makeup marks, or someone's new prostitute was pregnant, etc. Although they were all related to the gentry, but It doesn't matter.In Xue Yunheng's view, it was very boring.

There is no trace of Dongling Ye Lao, and the nobles in Shangjing are extremely curious about this mysterious master of magic arts. Xue Yunheng has known all this since the day he came to Shangjing.

He didn't hide his appearance, and directly brought out Xue's name, so that Adu led a group of guards to show off his might, put on a full posture, and really cleared away the eyeliner of various clans guarding around the tower. It can be regarded as returning the quietness of the Yuanlou.

"Why didn't the servant ask someone to talk to the owner of the building?" Mr. Chen asked.

At this time, he was sitting by the window with a copy of Wei Zhi Day in his hand.

Xue Yunheng raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound: "Master? The couple from Guangling?" While speaking, he wiped the tip of the copper crane's wings with a cloth towel, and said in a rambling voice: "If you really have anything to ask, just ask I'm afraid someone will ask me a long time ago, so how can you treat me?" After a pause, he said again: "It's just a cover on the surface, and it's not good to use force to force it, so it's better not to ask."

Hearing Xue Yunheng's words, Mr. Chen frowned, his expression slightly restrained: "The three counties of Guangling lost their power, and this husband and wife came from there. It is very difficult to check their identities. Doesn't the servant find it strange?"

In today's situation, Chen, Zhao, and Tang stand on top of each other, keeping each other in check. Sending a few spies to infiltrate the enemy's country to find out news is a common occurrence.

According to what Mr. Chen saw, Zhao Guo's spies should not have infiltrated so much, but now that the fighting in Guangling has just ended, it's hard to say whether Zhao Guoguo will send people to sneak into Chen Guo to do some tipping off.

Xue Yunheng didn't seem to be worried at all, and said with a light smile: "If Zhao Guo is really capable of infiltrating to such a degree, I think the day when the country will be destroyed is not far away, and it will be useless for me to investigate in detail."

Mr. Chen thought for a while, but he was relieved, Nian Xu smiled and said: "The servant is still transparent."

Xue Yunheng concentrated on fiddling with the water for a while, then he opened his mouth again, his lazy voice drifted aside as if he had no strength: "Mister, what do you think of this small day?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the paper next to him, and the corner of his mouth twitched with disdain.

Mr. Chen pondered for a while when he heard the words, and said cautiously: "In my opinion, there is nothing surprising about it. It's just talking about the fate of a certain woman from the noble family. It's just..." He hesitated for a while, and pointed to the text at the bottom of the page. Small characters, with puzzled eyes: "The six words 'butterfly, stubborn stone' are puzzling."

Xue Yunheng stopped fiddling with the water injection, and after a while, Fang turned his back to Mr. Chen and said, "Indeed, these six characters are very strange."

He straightened up slightly, reached out to pick up the recording paper that was pushed aside, and carefully read it several times, a trace of thought flashed across his quiet eyes: "These six characters seem to have nothing to do with the previous content. "

"Yes, the servant also thinks the same way." Mr. Chen said, got up and walked to the side of the case, standing beside Xue Yunheng, with a face of contemplation: "But, if it is irrelevant, what does it mean to write it? Is it a metaphor? The person who appeared in today's prophecy, or became a butterfly, or became a stone?"

Although this analysis is far-fetched, it cannot be said to be unreasonable.

Xue Yunheng meditated silently, and after a while, he let go of his hand, and the recording paper fluttered to the ground.

At that moment, the breath on his body was slightly cold, and there was ice cold in his long and narrow eyes.

He was disappointed.

He originally thought that he and Dongling Yelao had some predestined relationship, and the news that he came to Beijing was not small, if Dongling Yelao was indeed the Master Ziwei Doushu, it is impossible not to know of his arrival , and it is impossible not to know what he is most worried about at the moment.

Xue Yunheng stared fixedly at the empty table, the coldness in his eyes turned to gloom, and then turned to anxiety: "Is there any news about He Ying?" He paced back and forth by the desk.

The baggy white clothes swayed and floated with Xue Yunheng's movements, and every line of his body was clearly restless and irritable.

Mr. Chen lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully: "There is no news yet."

Xue Yunheng paced even faster, almost circling around the desk. After a long time, he stopped, sat on the chair with his robe lifted, and asked with a frown: "How long has it been?"

Mr. Chen replied: "Twelve days."

"It's been twelve days." Xue Yunheng seemed to be feeling emotional, and raised his hand to pinch his forehead, as if he wanted to pinch his heart full of worries.

A strand of hair fell down and hung on his forehead, adding a touch of charm to his handsome face.However, at this moment, he obviously couldn't notice these things. Those long and narrow pupils were no longer quiet as before, only hostility was looming.

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