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It was like having a very, very long dream, tossing and turning in the dream and being unable to get out, this sleep actually lasted for a long time.

I didn't wake up until noon.

Seeing that the sun outside had risen so high, he slowly got out of bed.

I'm tired of staying in Zuifangting for the past few days, and I haven't seen Shu Xunmo for many days, so I might as well go see him if I have nothing to do.Leisurely planning.

After settling in this way, with a wave of his finger, his originally unusually handsome face immediately changed into a handsome young man with a Taoist uniform neatly on his body.

He is not Xianchu now, but Yiruoxuan.

"Your Highness!"

He paused, but still didn't stop, nor turned around, and said, "What's the matter?"

Ming Que saw that he didn't stop, his head was dripping with sweat, but he still respectfully said: "My lord, the traitor has found this place."

After hearing this, Xianchu's eyes sank, and there was no change in the eyes of others, and he said, "I see."

Just saying that, with a swipe of the dust whisk, it flew away in the blink of an eye.

"My lord? Your lord!" Ming Que knelt down on one knee in a daze, and was about to report further news, but when he looked up, he found that the person was gone, and he was stunned.

Hey... Ming Que shook his head helplessly, stood up, helped him close the window, and exited the door with a gloomy expression on his face.

In the past few days, the lord went out from time to time, leaving messy affairs for him to do, which made him complain endlessly.

Maybe it's in love... Ming Que seems to have figured it out after thinking about it this way. He silently cheers for the Lord in his heart, and he has to deal with those affairs again in a blink of an eye.

When will the lord bring in a wife of the lord... Our loyal Ming Que can't help but fall into deep thinking...

...

At this time, Shu Xunmo didn't know that he was the one who was missed by Xian Chu's heart, and he was discussing with Wu Yu and Lou Mian seriously how to help Tang Hezheng get rid of those things.

Now the three of them haven't figured out the cause and effect of the matter in their minds, and they don't even know the source of that "thing", so how can they help him?

"It's so annoying, why hasn't that Tang Hezheng come back yet!" Wu Yu stayed in the Tang mansion for the past few days, feeling extremely depressed.

This mansion is no better than the previous Xuan Mansion. In the Xuan Mansion, there are all kinds of delicate beauties, almost even the one sweeping the floor is a young girl with delicate features and pretty eyes, really seductive.Eye to eye can still have a target.

Looking at this hall, all of them are dressed in black domestic servants, and all the people have a rigid and responsible look, doing their own things, and there is almost no voice.

It really tickles Wu Yu's heart!It's boring!

There are very few incidents about the Tang family collected by the people, and the common people only know some glorious deeds of Tang Hezheng, and don't know about the rest.

After shaking their heads many times, the three of them pondered before returning to the hall, and finally, they got some little-known secrets.

The three of them sat down in a tavern, and like last time, they all covered up their original appearance, and quietly changed into fresh clothes.

And the old man who was wolfing down and eating in front of him, who looked quite fierce, was the object of their questioning.

"You're talking about Tang family... now, then you're asking the right person!" The old man scratched at his almost tangled beard. Behind his unkempt face was a pair of shiny eyes, which were still the rare light brown color, showing sharpness when they looked at each other. , so sharp, I always feel that there is something different about this old man.

Shu Xunmo watched him nibbling on the chicken, and kindly handed him a cup of tea, the man grabbed it and drank it, and said, "One more cup!" It was like a person who hadn't eaten for a few days after seeing the food.

"Where am I talking about? Oh, it's that Tang family..." He lowered his voice, his loose skin drooped, and the corners of his mouth were bent into a strange arc. His voice was suppressed, with a hoarse voice voice said "Don't believe that man is a good man..."

"Who is it?" Lou Mian asked.

The old man chewed the spicy chicken in his mouth, paused, and said, "Whoever you are asking, he is."

Hearing this, the three of them understood.

"Why do you say that?" Shu Xunmo, who hadn't opened his mouth all this time, asked. He heard so many people praise He Zheng, but now he found a different kind of person, who is familiar with the fake and the real, so he needs to ask clearly first.

"Oh, you three young people, it seems that you are not from this locality! You don't even know about this!" The old man held the vegetables in his chopsticks and pointed them at them, with a look of sudden understanding, "This is what happened eleven or twelve years ago. It’s been rumored.”

"Those ordinary people don't understand the undercurrent in the officialdom. They only know who is right in the end and who is wrong in the end. They will either bear an eternal infamy in their eyes or be praised as high as the sky!"

"The original Wen family was a high-ranking official in the imperial court, and it was very prosperous. At that time, no one pointed out some of his sinister deeds."

"But that family suddenly rose from the ground and rushed out. Relying on the Holy Majesty's use of him, they found a lot of evidence in a short time, and resolutely took those things and sent them to the emperor."

The three people saw that what he said was clear and logical, and his words were full of dissatisfaction with Tang He Zheng, and the writer who was born with a bad reputation turned out to be the one who should be pitiful, which sounded a bit unbelievable.

"Don't you believe it!" Seeing the calmness on their faces, the old man became articulate, and muttered, "Think about it, He Zheng was an official from Sesame Mung Bean, how could he master so many things?"

"It's nothing... nothing more than someone behind it." His tone suddenly became low, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, his face twisted into a weird smile, "Otherwise, how could we defeat the Wen family so quickly? Woolen cloth?"

"Cough..." Wu Yu was distracted when he heard this, coughed a few times, and said, "Then the Wen family was killed?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the eloquent old man fell silent. He could only see a pair of sharp eyes closed under his dirty hair. After a while, he said: "Yes."

The person in front of him seemed to be in great pain, he ate everything he had, thanked him, and hurried out. When he went out, he accidentally bumped into a little boy who was pouring tea, which made the little boy squirm Roll your eyes.

The little boy hadn't turned around enough, and was hit by three figures who were almost passing by, and just fell to the ground with a dazed expression.

"Sorry sorry, sorry!"

Shu Xunmo, Wu Yu, and Lou Mian saw the old man walking so fast that he walked away in a short while, knowing that this person must know a lot, and they wanted to catch up and ask for clarification, so they ran after him.

But after several turns and forks, the object they were following disappeared completely, leaving only the street vendors and three people who couldn't find their way.

Three people: what should we do now? ? ?

The author has something to say: the plot is a bit confusing.