"Interesting, is that what he said?"

In another large room.

Several people were sitting or standing, smiling or smiling......

And the young purple-clothed boy sitting next to the desk with a flirtatious smile on his face, although his limbs are weak and he has no sitting posture, he seems to be a frivolous boy.

But from the perspective of everyone, it is clear that he is unconsciously surrounding him, as if this person is the leader of everyone.

Han fei!

Whether it is Zhang Liang, who is resourceful, or Wei Zhuang, who is from the vertical and horizontal, and whose strength is rarely matched by opponents, they are all willing to take him as the leader...... Obviously, it has something very good about it.

And at this time......

Everyone's eyes were focused on the bamboo slip in Han Fei's hand.

Four verses in the book.

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is long, and the sand is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai.

The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river.

Su Jing wanted to get Han Fei's attention, so when Zi Nu asked about the so-called poem that was faintly intentional, he naturally gave it to her very understandingly, and explained clearly that Qinhuai was a river that he had passed through, after all, the Qinhuai River may not appear until after winning the government and unifying the six countries.

But......

"Is this really poetry?"

Zhang Liang pondered for a while before he said: "I have read a lot of books, but I have never seen this kind of poetry, and compared to the poetry style that we usually use, this poem is too ......."

He thought about it and concluded: "Straightforward! ”

Han Fei looked left and right, looked at the poems on it fixedly, and sighed: "But because of the straightforwardness, I feel that there seems to be something in it, as if it is ironic...... It's three points into the bones, and it's extremely concise, Liao Liao numbers, even cutting and beating, it really made me dizzy, I have to mention, it's really more direct than our one. ”

Wei Zhuang didn't look at Han Fei, and said, "This poem is written for you." ”

"yes, it's for me."

Han Fei smiled bitterly, "This is the other party who asked me to send it to the door by myself...... Among the seven countries, South Korea was the first to be destroyed, and obviously, the other side knew something. ”

The purple girl said worriedly: "The other party's martial arts are good, and there are even magical arts, if you go alone, I am afraid it will not be safe." ”

Han Fei said: "So I want to ask Brother Wei Zhuang to ......"

Wei Zhuang said bluntly: "Don't go!" ”

"Oops......"

Han Fei smiled bitterly.

The purple girl smiled and said, "I'll accompany the ninth prince." ”

Han Fei lamented: "Alas, there is a girl with Lao Zi, if you don't know martial arts, you can't do it, you have to ask someone if you open your mouth and close your mouth, and people won't help you...... Alas, the royal family is so weak, no wonder people say that among the Seven Kingdoms, Korea is the first to be destroyed. ”

Wei Zhuang glanced at him lightly, "Boring." ”

"Let's go, let's see what good news, well, bad news they can bring us."

Han Fei stretched, "Anyway, the prince just got it back, but don't get me any more moths...... I'm too small to afford too much. ”

With that, he walked out the door.

Wei Zhuang sneered: "The people who come are not good, since these people will come, they will never bring good news, in short, be mentally prepared first." ”

Han Fei: "................................................"

And at this time.

A few tens of meters apart.

In an extremely elegant room.

Murong Ruo and Qu Wuyi, Su Jing and the three of them each sat on one side of the table, and there were a few exquisite side dishes on the table, although it was strange to say that in this era, there would be fish-flavored shredded pork, braised tenderloin and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but I have to mention that the chef taste of Zilanxuan is still very authentic.

Su Jing ate very sweetly.

Only Wan Wan didn't sit at the table, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing her little feet a little distressed, she was used to being barefoot, moving forward in the rain, all the way, although she wrapped her feet with true qi, so that she didn't get muddy, but looked at the mud under her feet, and then stepped on it...... Whether it sticks or not is a problem, but psychologically, whether it is diaphragm or not should be another problem.

It's disgusting to step on through your shoes.

So at this moment, she checked her little feet for a while, and after making sure that it didn't get any mud, she finally put it down contentedly.

Comfortably stepping on the cashmere carpet, I smiled happily.

Looking at Su Jing sitting there eating a bowl of rice, she asked, "Young Master, are you really sure that the person you are looking for will really come to you?" ”

Su Jing swallowed the sweet and sour fish in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It should be." ”

"And what if he doesn't come?"

"If he doesn't come, I'll go!"

Wan Wan grumbled with a broken face: "Then why didn't you go to him in the first place?" Young master, you have done too much. ”

"Can the effect of taking the initiative to send it to the door be the same as someone else's door-to-door invitation?"

Su Jing glanced at her and said, "Zhuge Liang already belongs to Liu Bei, why do you want him to look at the thatched house?" To put it bluntly, shouldn't you give yourself a self-esteem? We took the initiative to send it to the door, and then asked Han Fei for help? Why don't we let him come to us and ask us to help him? ”

Qu Wuyi stopped his chopsticks and asked, "What are you looking for Han Fei?" Legalist Han Fei? ”

Wan Wan pouted dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you look for the Mo family?" It's still the Mo family's swordsmanship that you use......"

The little girl is a descendant of the Demon Gate, and the Demon Gate is passed down from the Mo family, and she has a strong sense of belonging to the Mo family.

Su Jing clapped his hands and said, "This is a good idea, we can pretend to be a disciple of the Mo family." ”

"Why impersonate? We're ......."

Before she could finish her words, there was a knock on the door.

"Here we are."

Su Jingsan finished the meal and said with a smile: "I'll open the door." ”

He got up here, Qu Wuyi put down the dishes and chopsticks, and with a wave of Murong Ruosu's hand, all the food, even the residues, was put away, and the table looked neat......

can use storage space to do this kind of thing, Murong Ruo is also quite flexible.

Su Jing opened the door.

Outside the door......

With a kind smile on her face, the purple girl said: "Childe, this Ninth Prince accidentally heard the poems spoken by Childe and has the heart to make friends, so I specially invited him to bring him here, intending to see Childe!" ”

"Ninth Prince Han Fei, I have admired my name for a long time."

Su Jing smiled: "But I'm waiting for you, please come in." ”

"Brother Tai is really waiting for me."

Han Fei's eyes looked up and down on Su Jing, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes, he thought that the person who said these verses should be a cynical righteous man who had the heart to serve the country but had no way, but where did he think that the other party was so handsome, it seemed that he was much more elegant than his ninth son.

And behind him......

Several girls with extremely beautiful appearances, each with their own spring and autumn, are beautiful.

"Uh...... That's a nuisance. ”

He walked in a little uncomfortably.

Although he does not agree with Confucian ideas, after all, he has studied under Xunzi for many years, and Confucian ideas still influence him a lot......

Walking into the room of the strange woman, he was still quite uncomfortable.

Is it just an illusion?

I always felt that the little girl and the girl with the sword on her back looked at her with some pity in her eyes.

Have pity on me?

What's going on......