Early in the morning, Luo Xing stepped into the Lotus House and felt that something was not right about the atmosphere.
"Hongying, Hongying..."
"What are you calling so early in the morning? I'm not deaf." Hong Ying's pretty figure walked out of the house and scolded her coldly.
There was clearly a guilty conscience in his voice.
After this little girl was hugged by him, although she was as disgusted and cold-eyed as ever, her tone of voice changed, and she always felt that something was not right. This was clearly the little woman's "thinking but not wanting" resistance mentality.
Hehe, don’t you think this girl has taken a liking to you?
Eyes and voices are all external manifestations of human emotions. When Luo Xing was studying micro-expression psychology, the instructor specifically taught him.
Every powerful agent will work hard at observing words and expressions, and Luo Xing is no exception.
In fact, it would be good to fall in love with this assassin girl.
"Yes, yes, I came here to ask, what did the young master eat this morning?" Luo Xing said with a low eyebrow.
His current job is to be responsible for the diet and medical care of His Highness "Xianyu" every day. There is no job easier than his.
"Young master wants to eat wontons today, please make a bowl of wontons and bring them over."
"Okay, what about you Hongying?"
"I, whatever."
"Okay, a bowl of wontons, whatever you want." Luo Xing chuckled, and after repeating himself, he did not leave immediately, but heard a conversation between Xian Yu and another person in the room.
"Your Highness, our secret stronghold of the Puppet Shadow Hall was attacked last night. Many people were killed and injured, including Atu." The voice of the man kneeling on the ground was low and choked.
"The deceased was collected thickly and his ashes were brought back to the country for burial. Have you found out the identity of the other party?" Xian Yu asked in a cold voice.
"The incoming enemy's martial arts skills are similar to the famous secret skill Jingtai Palm of Zhenwuyuan's vice-president Shan Shui."
"Several people?"
"one."
"What cultivation level?"
"At least a second-grade martial artist."
…
When Luo Xing heard this, he clicked. The person kneeling inside was introduced by himself as the person in charge of the Xirong Puppet Shadow Hall in Luojing: Qionghua.
He has heard of this person, who is very mysterious and known as the "Qionghua with a Thousand Faces". Nanya Jing'ansi has always wanted to find out her true identity.
But so far, nothing has been found, not even sure whether he is a boy or a girl.
However, when he heard Qionghua's voice, he felt a bit unfeminine. Could it be that he was a eunuch?
This is not surprising, the eunuchs in the Great Zhou Palace are all martial arts practitioners, and the eunuchs in charge of each palace are all first-class masters in the world, and their talents and wisdom are even better.
It is not impossible to use a eunuch as the head of an intelligence agency.
If he could get the identity information of "Qionghua", his merit points in Nanya would be increased by at least 100, but this matter cannot be rushed.
The secret stronghold of Xirong Puppet Shadow Hall was attacked. The murderer was suspected of using martial arts such as Jingtai Palm. Jingtai Palm was the famous secret skill of Shan Shui, the deputy director of the Zhenwu Academy. The fourth son of the Shen family was a disciple of Shan Shui.
Previously, he was suspected of being assassinated by a killer from Puppet Hall...
Even a fool would not believe it if there was no connection.
This is someone trying to instigate a fight between Xirong Puppet Shadow Hall and Dazhou Zhenwu Academy. Originally, the two families were not direct rivals.
Now that they are being pulled together, the intention is too obvious.
Isn't this superfluous? It seems that the person behind it is not very bright.
The Puppet Shadow Hall assassinated the Fourth Young Master Shen, and the Zhenwu Academy launched a surprise attack on the Puppet Shadow Hall's secret stronghold in retaliation. This is very reasonable.
Moreover, it was the juncture of the marriage between Xirong and the Zhou Dynasty. As for the three conditions put forward by Princess Ye Liuli, anyone with a discerning eye would know that they wanted the wolf master of Xirong to retreat in the face of difficulties.
On the surface, this marriage seems to be a "you and I are willing" marriage, but in fact, it is a realistic political calculation behind the scenes.
Not only were there objections within Xirong, but there were also different voices in Dazhou, not to mention that Ye Liuli, the person involved, was forced to agree.
The underwater undercurrent in Luojing is becoming more and more fierce.
In the small kitchen, Luo Xing chopped the stuffing, seasoned, and kneaded the noodles. Normally, it would take at least half an hour to make a bowl of wontons.
But with martial arts in hand, the efficiency is different. For example, chopping meat fillings can be reduced from ten minutes to one minute. Kneading dough and making wontons also become very fast, and the hands are almost like afterimages.
Therefore, a bowl of wontons is freshly cooked in less than a quarter of an hour, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and drizzled with sesame oil. It is so fragrant.
When other people in the kitchen smelled the enticing aroma, their mouths watered and they gathered around.
"Qi Lang, Qi Brother, Hao Qi Brother..."
Oh, it’s so numb!
Luo Xing had goosebumps all over his body.
"Go, go, the meat stuffing is ready, and I'll teach you how to make noodles. If you want to eat, make it yourself." Luo Xing stretched out his hand to push everyone away, and quickly came towards Lianshe with two bowls of wontons.
"Xiao Qi, how did you make these wontons? Why do they taste so much better than those made outside?" Xianyu, who was originally in a bad mood, felt better immediately after taking a bite.
"The key to making these wontons delicious is the meat filling. I used Zhenqi massage when chopping the meat, and stuffed it with meat jelly. I also added a little white pepper to the soup. This is especially good for eating in winter.
, the most flavorful." Luo Xing explained with a smile.
"You're really wasting your resources when you use your true energy to cook." Hong Ying said with disdain, but he was not idle. In just a moment, half a bowl of wontons was already in his stomach.
"Xiao Qi, Hongying and I will go to the Zhenwu Academy in a while. You can drive." Xianyu ordered.
"Yes." Luo Xing responded directly without asking any further questions.
"Hongying said that you are very accomplished in Qinggong. Do you want to take it a step further?"
"What do you mean, young master?" Luo Xing's heart suddenly trembled, and he didn't quite understand. What is the intention of the third princess of Xianyu?
"Zhenwu Academy has Fuyao's Qing Gong. If you are willing to exchange the tiger sword, I can help you exchange for a copy of this Qing Gong." said the third princess of Xianyu.
Luo Xing knew that he couldn't hide the matter of the Tiger Soul Sword, and he didn't want to hide it, but it was his personal property, and outsiders had no right to comment on how to deal with it.
But the third princess of Xianyu proposed it and helped him exchange for a top-notch Qing Gong mental technique. Although it was a copy, it was something with a price but no market.
Of course he was moved.
After all, the knife is a tool, a dead object, and the knife is not suitable for him to use. He also thought about waiting for the news to pass and hand it over to Nanya or sell it to exchange for what he wanted.
In fact, he wanted to learn more about the Zhenwu Stone Tablet, but he also knew that one should not be too greedy. Being able to switch to the light skill of "Fuyao" was already a profit.
"Thank you very much, sir, but the sword is not with me now." Luo Xinggang buried the tiger soul sword and tiger whip wine together and had to go back to get it.
"not around?"
"I hid it in a safe place. After all, it is inconvenient to carry it with me."
"Okay, I'll give you one hour, is that enough?"
"No, half an hour is enough." Luo Xing said hurriedly. It only took a quarter of an hour to go back and forth from the Xirong Envoy Court to his home. It only took three minutes to pick up a knife.
"Your Highness, that book of 'Fuyao' is a movement technique that only true disciples of the Zhenwu Academy are qualified to learn. I'm afraid it can't be replaced with a tiger soul sword, right?" After Luo Xing left, Hongying asked.
"He saved your life, isn't it worth it?"
"Your Highness, I will repay Luo Xiaoqi for saving his life..."
"What can you give me in return? Will you pledge yourself to me?" Xian Yu asked playfully.
Hongying's cheeks "fluttered", a faint blush rose, and she immediately said: "Your Highness is joking, Hongying is from the Puppet Shadow Hall, how can he get married?"
"Hongying, I have always regarded you as my best sister. If you want to leave the Puppet Shadow Hall, I can help you." Xianyu said.
"Hongying thanks His Highness for your kindness, but Hongying cannot."
"You can come to me anytime if you want."
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Luo Xing returned to his small courtyard and found that there was no one at home. It seemed that the student master and servant had gone out, which made it easier for him to do things.
Sneaking in, he easily took away the tiger sword, then returned to his original state and left quietly.
But what he didn't know was that Ye Liuli and Qingyi had not gone far, but were in a teahouse on the street not far away.
Wherever you look, you can just see the small courtyard.
This time, the "Black Clock" didn't seem to give any warning. Maybe it thought there wasn't any danger, or maybe it didn't want to.
"Your Highness, I really made you guess. He really hid something at home." Qingyi put down the tea cup and whispered.
"I told you not to move, just because I don't want to be discovered by him." Ye Liuli smiled slightly, "Let's go to Chunyu Tower to meet the Han Dutou for a while."
"Yes, Your Highness." Qingyi curled her lips, this guy really knows how to hide things, I want to see what you are hiding.
A woman's curiosity is inversely proportional to her intelligence.