Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 36 Teaching Soybeans

  As for Hong Sixiang in front of him, although he is not a real grand master, he has already got a glimpse of the door, and is limited by his skills and physical reasons until he dies and cannot take that step, but even so, he is already the first person under the grand master.

  A master with such strength no longer needs his eyes and ears to sense abnormalities, but more through the indescribable sixth sense, or the true energy feedback brought to him by air fluctuations.

   This kind of person believes in the sixth sense more than his own five senses. This kind of belief without reason and symptoms is often sharper than anything else.

  Zhou Ji shook his head secretly, dispelling the idea of ​​sneaking into the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Looking at the cold and high moon, verses echoed throughout the palace.

   "The past does not see the ancients, and the future does not see those who come."

   "When I think about the long distance between the world and the earth, I feel sad and weep."

  He understands Fan Xian's loneliness, and only he in this world can understand it.

Zhou Ji's complexion changed slightly due to the agitation of his mind, and he turned to look at Hong Sixiang who was less than ten steps away, only to find that this old man was also looking at the bright moon in the sky, apparently also confused by Chen Ziang. Intimidated by the powerful "Dengyouzhou Taige".

   After drinking a glass of sake, Hong Sixiang noticed something strange, subconsciously looked at the strange guard not far away, and calmly picked up a peanut with his fingertips.

   "Mr. Zhuang!" "Mr. Zhuang!"

   "Master Fan! Master Fan!"

Zhuang Mohan was forced to vomit blood and fainted on the spot by Fan Xian's words, "I'm drunk and sleepy." No matter whether it was the envoys of the Northern Qi Dynasty or the officials of the Southern Qing Dynasty, they all surrounded him. Make a mess.

   And Fan Xian was lying on the ground already drunk, unconscious.

  Emperor Qing had no choice but to call the guards at the gate to carry Fan Xian out of the palace.

  Hong Sixiang gave way sideways, unable to act at will under the crowd of officials. He was still suspicious until Fan Xian was sent out of the palace gate. After bidding farewell to Emperor Qing, he returned to the harem for the time being.

  Getting into the carriage of the Fan Mansion, Eunuch Hou carefully told the servants of the Fan Mansion to take good care of his master, and all the elders said that this master's head is a treasure of the Qing Kingdom, so he dare not mess it up.

  Car to Fan Mansion.

  The well-informed members of the Fan family had long known that their young master had won great glory in front of the palace, and slapped Zhuang Mohan on the face, and everyone in the Fan family was honored.

  Fan Jian and Mrs. Liu personally greeted him at the gate of the mansion. Eunuch Hou stayed behind to blow rainbow farts with Fan Jian, while Mrs. Liu led a group of maidservants to clear the way, helping the guards to send Fan Xian to the bedroom.

  I also plan to cook myself to make hangover soup.

Fan Ruoruo was also accompanying her all the time, but her gaze was always on the guard. Although this person was different from Zhou Ji in terms of appearance, voice, and walking posture, she still stopped because of a woman's sixth sense. The palace guard who said goodbye and left.

"May I have your name?"

  The guard was stunned for a moment, then shrank back a little awkwardly, lowered his head and said, "Young Doudou, a low-ranking officer."

"Yellow Doudou?" Fan Ruoruo could hear the guard speaking with a strong accent, and then glanced at the other's rubbing hands, his eyes darkened, and he took out a few pieces of silver from his purse, and forced a smile, "Huang The guards have worked hard along the way, and there are still some silver coins here, I hope you don't refuse."

  The guard looked more and more cramped, looking at the broken silver in Fan Ruoruo's hand, he wanted it, but he didn't dare to take it for a while.

  Fan Ruoruo took a step forward, forced the silver into the hands of the guards, turned around and was about to leave, but as soon as he took a step, he felt the silk velvet in his sleeve suddenly tighten.

"Zhou Ji!" Fan Ruoruo turned around abruptly, and a thin, invisible, flexible silk thread protruded from Yuehui's hanging sleeve, and the other end was connected to the sleeve of the guard who called himself 'Huang Doudou'. .

  The silk thread was tight, as if tying the two of them together.

Huang Doudou raised his arm, and Fan Ruoruo's wrist followed suit. From the refraction of the moonlight, he vaguely saw the thin line between the two of them. Huang Doudou suddenly realized that he wiped his other hand on his face, revealing a familiar face. .

   "It really is you!" Fan Ruoruo showed joy in her eyes, then smiled playfully, and said coquettishly, "Young Master Zhou, why are you willing to show yourself? Haven't you been hiding from me?"

Zhou Ji coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and said in surprise: "I just have some things to deal with, and I had some misunderstandings with Prime Minister Lin a few days ago, so it's not convenient to live in Fan's residence. Fan Xian didn't tell you about it. ?"

Fan Ruoruo didn't believe Zhou Ji's nonsense at all, pulled the silkworm velvet in his hand, snorted softly, and said softly: "Then ask Mr. Zhou to return my things, after all, it's a girl's purse, so it's not convenient to give it to outsiders. "

  Zhou Ji took out a Luban lock from his sleeve, his eyes flickered, and a wry smile appeared on his face, "Fishing law enforcement. Is there really something in it?"

  Fan Ruoruo seemed to have succeeded in his plan, noncommittal, grabbed the velvet silk and pulled Zhou Ji closer to him, and unlocked the Luban lock in front of him, and a ball of rolled up drawings came into view.

   "Here, this is what my brother said."

Subconsciously, Zhou Ji wanted to reach for the blueprint, but Fan Ruoruo dodged it, and saw her take half a step back, clasping her hands tightly to her chest, and said with a vigilant expression, "I can give you this, but you Promise me one thing."

   Zhou Ji shook his head.

   Using his tricks to take something from Fan Ruoruo, especially if she can dodge it?

   Spread out your palm, and the roll of blueprints was pulled out from between your fingers, and then disappeared again.

   "Huh?!" Fan Ruoruo showed surprise, only to realize that there were only a bunch of Luban lock parts left in her hand, and the blueprint had been replaced with a piece of rag long before she dodged to dodge.

   "I'm going to leave here sooner or later." Zhou Ji put away the temple map, looked into Fan Ruoruo's dodgy eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Leaving as soon as possible is to let you adapt in advance, so that you don't get stuck in the mud and cannot extricate yourself."

"Heh~ You think too highly of yourself, don't you?" Fan Ruoruo couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart, and for a moment there was a glimmer of water in his eyes, and he insisted: "You are just my brother's friend, and you are not me. I just can't bear your self-righteous avoiding me. As for whether to go or not, what does it matter to me? "

   After finishing speaking, he dropped the Luban lock in his hand to the ground, turned around and ran outside.

  The two passed by, Zhou Ji let out a long sigh, looked at Fan Xian who came out of the room, and said with a wry smile: "You know this is the result, so why bother?"

"It's better to be injured now than to die alone in the future." After all, Fan Xian had drunk several jars of wine, and the smell of alcohol had not dissipated yet, he stood firm on the door frame and said, "My sister is a good girl, I don't want to see her getting worse and worse. deep…"

   "You guys should not see each other again in the future."

   Many chapters of the old book have been blocked, and they don’t even know what the forbidden words are, so they can only find them one by one.

   Alas...a headache.

  (end of this chapter)