Zhao Rucheng slept until the afternoon before waking up. He twisted uncomfortably and was about to continue sleeping. But he always felt that something had been ignored by him.
Last night, did you smell a faint sweet fishy smell?
He stood up, put on his clothes and hurried out.
Passing by the courtyard, he saw Jiang Wang who was practicing swordplay. In the midst of his busy schedule, he even said, "Third brother, you should change your bedding. It's so irritating."
Before Jiang Wang could answer, he disappeared.
"Why!"
Jiang Wang yelled, unable to stop anyone, and was a little confused: "I just changed into a new bedding last month."
He put away his sword and went to the bedroom. He rummaged around on the bed for a long time but found nothing. Finally, he lifted up the entire bedding and saw a small piece of wood on the bed board.
"..."
"There were two mattresses separated, and he was still hit by this piece of sawdust?"
"Maybe this is a wealthy family..."
…
The Yunhe in Lingxiao Pavilion is not flying directly in the sky like a homing pigeon. In fact, it has been in the clouds, blending into the sea of clouds. The Taoist power is wrapped in information and travels through the white clouds. It is not until it approaches the target that there is a
The clouds were temporarily "pulled out" and turned into clouds and cranes flying down.
Even if this power was captured before, it would be difficult to decipher the information within it, and only a ball of dissipated energy would be obtained.
Therefore, Yunhe messaging is a very secure method.
Ye Qingyu's letters usually come in the evening, when it's not too dark yet. This letter came a little late, and I don't know what happened to delay it.
A cloud crane flew from the window. Jiang Wang reached out to catch it, but the cloud crane flew around and flew in front of Jiang An'an.
"The letter is for me!" Jiang An'an chuckled, put down the copybook he was writing, and held the cloud paper turned into a cloud crane and an image stone in his little hand.
"Yes, it's for you." Jiang Wang smiled fondly and leaned over to watch it together.
Jiang Anan suddenly grabbed the letter and turned around and ran out: "I won't show it to you!"
"..."
Jiang Anan's cat stayed in the bedroom for a long time before returning to the study.
"Where's Yunhe?"
"I wrote a reply and flew back!"
Jiang Wang, who was reading the Taoist Scriptures, turned around and said, "Brother hasn't written it yet."
Jiang Anan glared at him proudly: "This letter is just for me, it has nothing to do with you!"
I think at the beginning, she just casually put a greeting on the letter. Not long ago, she had already plotted to usurp the letter and successfully replaced Jiang Wang's pen pal position.
Jiang Anan took out another cute little cloud crane and showed off: "Sister Qingyu also gave me a little cloud crane. If I miss her in the future, I can write to her directly!"
The cloud crane that conveys the message is not a simple cloud beast. It can find the recipient and ensure the safety of the letter it carries. It is really a good rare item.
Don’t you see that the dignified Mr. Du Yehu, Du Yehu, boasts so much, but he can only command a naive pawn to run around and dictate? He has never seen such a rare thing as Yunhe, let alone owns it.
Of course, Jiang Wang didn't either...
"Okay." Jiang Wang said sourly: "If there are words in the letter that you don't recognize, or there are words in the reply that you can't write, don't come to me."
"Huh." Jiang Anan proudly pointed to the copybooks on the small desk: "I recognize all the words on these copybooks!"
"It's amazing, it's amazing." Jiang Wang said a few words feebly, and then continued to read his Taoist scriptures.
"I'll buy you a new one tomorrow. Buy twenty posts!" He shouted silently in his heart.
An An also picked up a small writing brush and copied the copybook in an orderly manner.
Jiang Wang turned over a page and suddenly remembered Du Yehu's message during the day, and asked casually: "An'an, do you sometimes think of someone? A person about the same age as my brother, how long has it been since he left?
It’s been a while.”
"Who is it?"
"Well, no one."
Sister An An must miss you very much? Huh? Du Huhu?
…
Sanfenxiang Tower.
In Miaoyu's room, Fang Zehou, the leader of the Fang family, was sitting upright on a chair, sniffing the fragrant tea.
"What do you think, Member Fang?" Miaoyu asked softly.
Fang Zehou sniffed for a while and put the tea cup down.
"Not very good." He seemed to be commenting on the tea.
"If you have any conditions, you can make them." Miaoyu was not annoyed at all, still smiling brightly.
"No conditions are acceptable." Fang Zehou stood up and dusted off his gown, "It's not something I can touch. I won't touch it."
The outside world said that he was obsessed with beauty and fell under Miaoyu's pomegranate skirt. Who knew that he was so unpretentious in Miaoyu's boudoir?
"Did Fang Yuanwai forget how this trade route from Yun Country came about?"
Fang Zehou stopped about to leave and chuckled: "I appreciate your help from Sanfenxianglou regarding the Yunguo Trade Road. However, in business, I will not be short of the remuneration that should be paid.
We have money and goods, and we don’t owe each other anything. Tangtang Sanxianglou, you don’t want to make fun of me over this matter, right?"
"Of course not. If Fang Yuanwai insists on refusing, then we will not force it."
"Thank you Miss Miaoyu for your understanding." Fang Zehou said, and sighed: "It's not that I don't want to help the girl, but the situation in Yun Country is so tense now, no one dares to take anyone out of the country. No matter who that person is.
, the risks are too great.”
Miaoyu smiled charmingly: "You don't need to say anything outside of Fang, Miaoyu understands everything."
"Miss Miaoyu understands justice well and has extraordinary bearing. Fang will leave now and come back to bother you next time."
Fang Zehou bowed his hands and left.
Looking at the closed door, Miaoyu smiled.
"If it is really a deal that Sanfenxianglou made with you, of course you will get both money and goods, and we will not owe each other anything."
"But it's the White Bone Dao who's helping you. How do you clean it up?"
…
Wangyue Tower, in a secret room.
Fang Heling put her hands behind her hands and asked, "Everyone has made arrangements?"
The steward standing below him lowered his head and replied: "The arrangements have been made. But young master, now..."
Fang Heling waved his hand to interrupt him: "Just do as I tell you. I have the final say in this matter!"
The steward has been working in the Fang family for more than ten years, and of course he knows the importance of Fang Heling in Fang Zehou's heart.
But the matter was so important that he still couldn't help but look embarrassed: "It's not easy for us to open up this trade route. No one knows what happened to a person with unknown origins. If Yun Guo finds out, our business will be ruined."
That’s it.”
Once Fang Pengju died, the future of the Fang family was no longer as promising as the other two families. In addition, the Heart-Eating Man-Demon broke the temple formation and killed the strong pillars of the clan, who was like the backbone of the family. The momentum of the entire Fang family is now
It is already on the verge of collapse. It can even be said that more than half of it is supported by the exclusive trade route to the Yun Kingdom.
So the Fang family actually couldn't take the risk.
But the current person in power of the Fang family is Fang Zehou, and the title of patriarch is just waiting for the death of the old patriarch who is lingering on the sick bed. As Fang Zehou's legitimate son, Fang Heling is definitely the future patriarch, and he is practicing at the inner gate of the city Taoist courtyard. What he said, next
The order was something the steward simply couldn't resist.
Because of the tight urging, he didn't even have the chance to report to Fang Zehou.
"For you, the origin is unknown, but for me, it is clear. You can rest assured that if there is any problem, I will take care of it."
Fang Heling dismissed the steward with a few words and then left the darkroom.
Soon he walked into a private room and heard the sound of people drinking and drinking.
He is here today to entertain his fellow brothers and knows nothing about it.
If something really happened, it would not be all his fault.