The capital is too big, and it is difficult for a small disturbance in the corner of the West City to reach Tianshui Bridge in a short time.

The new house was calm as usual. Fan Qinghe, who had not gone out all day, stayed alone on the observation floor in the garden, leaning on the large chess couch and looking to the northwest in a daze.

The observation building is higher than the wall, and the terrace faces the Nanxun River. At night, as far as the eye can see is the endless afterglow of lights. You can see the Mingyu Tower that stands out among the chickens and the majestic palace wall at the end of the field of vision. Sometimes there are still lights below the terrace.

There are painted boats and boats floating by. It can be said that you can take in the prosperity of the world without leaving home.

Fan Qinghe saw the luxurious beauty that only existed in the peaceful and prosperous times. While admiring it, he also recalled the Dongming Mountain where he was born and raised since childhood.

Dongming Mountain is in the middle of the vast northwest. It is not as far away as Qianchibu, but it is much further than Langxuan City. There is no such majestic city there, and even towns are rare. There are just one building after another.

Although the cottage is rich in medicinal materials, the medicinal materials cannot be used as food, and life is very difficult.

The drug farmers risked their lives in the mountains and deep forests to dig up the ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, so they could only exchange it for a few bags of rice grains from smugglers such as the Hongshan Gang. They even had to thank them for taking the risk to transport the grains.

Otherwise, thousands of clan members will have no choice but to guard the treasure mountain and starve to death.

As the queen of the Dongming tribe, Fan Qinghe saw that the people at the feet of the empress could live such a good life, while the tribesmen behind her were suffering hardships in the cold winter mountain in the north. She could not help feeling envious, and she also secretly fantasized about...

It would be great if the Northwest Royal Court had not been brought down by rebellious officials and traitors.

If the Northwest Royal Court had not collapsed, then the tribes in the West Sea would still be powerful enemies of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Even though they were gnashing their teeth with hatred, they would not dare to blatantly ride on the heads of the tribes and act wildly.

At Ye Jingtang's age, His Royal Highness should be the Crown Prince who is about to ascend the throne. He is unparalleled in beauty, has amazing martial arts skills, and is the most talented person in the world. As one of the most powerful men in the future, his reputation will probably be even greater than it is now.

As for the empress sisters of the Wei Dynasty, if they did not successfully usurp the throne, they would probably be treated as princesses in marriage, married to Saibei, and become concubines in the harem of Ye Jing Hall.

As a master, the enchantress doesn't trust her apprentice, so she might also follow him and become a nanny.

As the next clan leader of the Dongming Tribe, and her age is about the same as that of Ye Jingtang, she will definitely be appointed as the Crown Princess by King Tianlang. She may have already met the thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Jingtang a few years ago.

Got married.

On the bed, she was in shock and called her Auntie Fan in a childish voice, and she called her husband fiercely. That scene...

Phew! What nonsense was I thinking about...

Fan Qinghe found that his thoughts were wandering a little too far, and he was frightened back to his senses. He sat up and patted his cheeks, secretly cursing himself for the water in his head.

Before he could clear away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Fan Qinghe suddenly noticed a white shadow floating into the garden and walking directly towards the observation tower.

Fan Qinghe was just thinking wildly, and when he saw the enchantress approaching, his first reaction was to glance at her breasts, obviously thinking about the nanny.

Fortunately, Fan Qinghe came back to his senses immediately and leaned on the couch again without getting up to greet him. He asked like a young lady:

"Why are you here again? This is not your home. You can run here every two days without fear of being disliked by the owner."

Master Xuanji was the imperial master of the current dynasty. Logically speaking, he should live in the palace or in a Taoist temple in the city. There was really no reason to live in Yejingtang's home.

But the empress is her disciple, who in the world dares to make irresponsible remarks?

Master Xuanji climbed up to the observation tower with light steps, her behavior was as casual as ever, she came and sat down in front of her, and casually patted Fan Qinghe's plump buttocks:

"Where is the Night Terror Hall? Why don't you see anyone else?"

Fan Qinghe turned over and leaned against Master Xuanji:

"How do I know? He went out with Sanniang at noon. You should ask Sanniang."

Master Xuanji just went to see it. Sanniang was settling accounts with Mrs. Zhang at the Pei family, and Ye Jingtang was not around, so she came here to have a look.

Seeing that Fan Qinghe was not sure, Master Xuanji probably went out on the street with Xiao Yunli, so she didn't ask any more questions, leaned on the soft pillow, took off the wine gourd from her waist, and prepared to hug the exotic beauty and watch the scenery.

Fan Qinghe was bored lying alone. When he saw the enchantress drinking some wine, the alcohol bug in his stomach arose, so he sat up and picked up something from the side of the chess couch.

Next to the chess couch were Fan Qinghe's medicine-preparing belongings, where she would bask in the winter sun at noon and study the meeting gift from Beiliang.

At this time, Fan Qinghe picked up the ornately decorated wooden box and placed it on the small case. After opening it, he revealed a wine jar wrapped in bright yellow cloth:

"Witch, have you ever drank with a white-headed dog at night?"

Master Xuanji was drunk all day long. How could she not have heard of Ye Baitou? Every year, the tribute wine given by Beiliang to the empress was taken away by her before it even arrived at the palace, but she could drink it for a few days a year. Add up

In fact, it’s not much, and I’m just craving for it most of the time.

Hearing Ye Baitou's name, Xuanji's beautiful eyes brightened a bit. She threw the wine gourd aside, picked up the wine jar and prepared to open it.

Fan Qinghe knew that this enchantress could not resist the temptation. She held down the wine jar and pretended to be serious:

"This was given to Yejingtang by the foreign envoy of Beiliang. It was written by the medical sage of Beiliang, and maybe Zhongsun Jin was behind it. I can't find out whether there is an unexplainable poison hidden in it. If you take this bite, it will be very dangerous.

Maybe he will be laid to rest tomorrow..."

Master Xuanji had the unique skill of bathing in fire. He didn't take it seriously at all. He opened the wine jar and smelled:

"It's better to be buried tomorrow than to die alive today. I'll take a bite first and test the poison for Night Terror Hall."

Fan Qinghe checked it many times and made sure that there was nothing wrong with it before he dared to show it in front of the witch and did not stop it immediately.

But Master Xuanji said he wanted to take a sip, but his posture was to hold the wine jar with both hands, preparing tons and tons...

"Eh?"

Fan Qinghe held down the wine jar again, frowned and said:

"This wine is very tonic. Even if it's not poisonous, you can't drink it like this. And it's just this bottle that Ye Jingtang has never tasted. If you drink it dry, what should we drink?"

Master Xuanji thought about it, and relied on her tenacity to put down the wine jar, and took two wine glasses from the small case. After each person had one glass, he picked it up and handed it to Fan Qinghe:

"Come and die together."

Although Fan Qinghe was King Dong Ming, he was obviously not qualified to be given wine by Emperor Liang in person. He was also quite curious at the bottom of his heart. He immediately took the wine glass and touched it with Master Xuanji.

Ding~

…

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The moon rises above the branches, and there are fewer and fewer people walking on the pedestrian street.

Under the willow trees along the street, Zhe Yunli was wearing a girl's dress and holding a food box in her hand. She was walking quickly along the street. She would turn around to avoid passers-by, looking very sneaky.

Ye Jingtang took off his bamboo hat and walked behind him with a sword hanging on his waist. Seeing this scene, he felt helpless:

"The powder won't taste good after being soaked for a long time. You really like it. I'll talk to Sanniang tomorrow and give the shop half a year's rent exemption and move it to Tianshui Bridge to build a shop..."

Zhe Yunli carried the packed rice noodles and ran quickly into the alley, ready to go home and share the delicious food with Ping'er. When she heard Ye Jingtang's words, she responded:

"I asked the proprietress to pack the noodle soup separately. It's not a big problem. As for asking people to move to Tianshuiqiao, forget it. This rice noodle is cheap, and the only people who eat it are the miserable people in Zhifang Lane. You can bring the store here.

What should the people of Zhifang Lane eat? Since I am free anyway, I have time to pay the tuition to study. Then I will cook it at home for my cousin Jing..."

?

Ye Jingtang had seen Yunli's cooking skills in Shuanggui Lane before, but unlike Ning'er Yunni, if she really cooks noodles at home, Sanniang might have to hide away at her parents' house.

But he didn't want to dampen Xiao Yunli's enthusiasm, so he nodded and followed him into the new house.

The new house occupies a large area, and the aunt can accommodate twelve of them, but currently there are only less than ten people living there together with the maids, and it looks very empty at night.

Ye Jingtang entered from the side door and found birds flying over from the embroidery building. They were still "chirping, chirping, chirping...", but they were probably muttering - I didn't take the birds with me when I went out to play...

But when the bird flew into the verandah, it realized that something was not right. It stopped suddenly and landed next to the beauty, tilting its head blankly:

"Jiji?"

Zheyunli saw that the birds rarely rushed over to lift the food box, and a cunning flash appeared in his eyes. He quickly ran over and caught the birds:

"Yaoji, I brought you delicious food. Come and smell it."

"grumble?!"

…

Ye Jingtang looked at the scene and shook his head and chuckled. He did not disturb anyone and the birds playing. He turned around and came to the Plum Blossom Courtyard, only to see that the doors were closed and there was no one there.

Ye Jingtang looked around, feeling doubtful. After asking the maid, he learned that Sanniang had gone to Pei's house, while Fan Qinghe was at the viewing tower in the garden.

It was not too late, and it was not yet time to fall asleep. After washing up and changing into home clothes, Ye Jingtang followed the verandah to the observation tower in the southeast corner to take a look.

Before I went upstairs, I smelled the faint aroma of wine, as well as the sound of humming and pipa:

"Dang Dang Dang~..."

"Uh huh huh..."

When Ye Jingtang heard the voice of Lu Xianzi, he stepped lightly, quietly walked up the stairs, and looked around from the top of the stairs.

The second floor of the observation building is regarded as the entertainment room. It is quite spacious. It is carpeted and contains tea, sea, musical instruments, table paintings and other objects. There is also a large chess couch on the terrace, where the master can play chess with his friends and enjoy the scenery.

You can also be immoral here with your wives and concubines.

At this time, several lampstands were lit on the second floor. Fan Qinghe was wearing a red and yellow winter skirt. She was lying on the soft pillow of the chess couch with her face slightly flushed. She closed her eyes and looked like she was drunk. She was as perfect as a leading lady.

The figure is vividly displayed in the light and dark lights.

The real person Xuanji, who was dressed in white as snow, was leaning next to Fan Qinghe, holding Fan Qinghe's pipa in his arms, playing a ditty lightly with his fingers. Because he drank a little too much, his playing was not steady, but it sounded like something wrong.

With a different flavor.

Ye Jingtang was slightly surprised when he saw this. He walked up the stairs to the chess table and asked:

"Why did you drink so much?"
To be continued...