"oh?"

Jun Muxi frowned when he heard this, "Why is the magistrate of Ningzhou really willing to marry his daughter to Pi Wanmin to be a concubine?"

"So what if I can't bear to give up?"

Gu Qianqian sighed, "Now the prefect, the order of the Lord Gebu, is from the command. He heard that he would do whatever he asked him to do, and he would do more obedient than a slave.

Many of the Enkes who come and go to Tongcheng every day in our Manyuanfangli have been to Tongcheng. They only say that there is no difference between Tongcheng and Gebu's city now.

Young Master…” She wanted to speak but stopped.

"explain."

Jun Muxi said softly, and his slender fingers streaked across the letter on the table. It was a secret letter he received three days ago. The letter said that Princess Tianci had already gone to Tongcheng with Bai Jinghong.

He once asked Gu Qianqian to get the portrait of the common concubine of the prefect of Shuangcheng. After getting it, he realized that the woman who could make both prefects fascinated was an old friend.

.

"Young Master, we have been collecting all kinds of news reports for a while. What are your plans? Can you tell Qianqian?"

Jun Muxi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't say anything for a while.

Gu Qianqian was a little panicked, "It's Qianqian who talks too much. The young master has his own decisions in doing things. Qianqian shouldn't ask too much."

She didn't plan to stay more, and stepped back step by step. "There are many customers today, Qianqian is going to work hard first."

The door opened and closed again, and Jun Muxi's eyebrows tightly frowned.

What are your plans?

He had no plans. He just became a pioneer for the little girl and found out as much information about Gebu for her as possible.

Now, the people who should be asked are almost the same, and the people who should be coming here have almost the same. Jun Muxi thought that the news about the Gebu Gua Master should be spread to Tongcheng and told Jun Mulin to listen.

It’s not that Jun Mulin doesn’t know that Gebu is good at hexagrams, but that Jun Mulin doesn’t know that Gebu’s great hexagrams are just a seven-year-old child.

There will be evil when something goes wrong. The king of Gebu will not be so stupid that he trusts a seven-year-old child, nor will the subjects of Gebu will not be so stupid that he will not suspect that the child is a decoration that His Majesty the king sought to gain power.

And the reason why there has not been a civil strife has yet to be questioned that child. Apart from the violent suppression of the king, there is only one explanation, that is, that child is indeed a master of divination and can indeed deserve the identity of a master of the Great Gua.

Such a person must be guarded against, not to mention that the child also calculated a hexagram between Dong Qin and Ge Bu. In that hexagram, Dong Qin will lose, unless he can meet gods and ghosts.

The night sank, and a figure sneaked into Jun Muxi's room and silently took a letter from Jun Muxi's hand.

All his messages were written on the letter, and the recipient was Jun Mulin, the tenth prince far away in Tongcheng.

At this time, the fourth prince had changed his clothes and had a change of appearance. He took a bag with him. Finally, he glanced at Man Yuanfang and left quietly in the darkness.

He left, not only leaving Man Yuanfang, but also leaving Xianyu City.

All the things to be said are in the letter, and all the messages to be delivered are in the letter. It is no longer meaningful for him to stay in the garden.

When he left at this time, he could think that he was afraid of Miss Xian Yuchun and took the initiative to escape from the world.

As for Man Yuanfang, he was not his. He was just a passerby there, and what he could leave to Gu Qianqian was just that flower building, that's all.

He had his own business to do, and he had to go to Kyoto where Gebu was, and he wanted to find a way to rescue her uncle from the death row before that little girl came to Gebu.

Only when her uncle was rescued, the battle or plan between Gebu and Dongqin could continue fairly.

He didn't want to see her timid, nor did he let her take risks.

He just needs to do dangerous things, but he has no worries and his only wife is dead.

Copper City, late at night.

In the study room of Kang Mansion, Kang Xuewen paced the house with his hand on his back, from the east to the west, and then from the west to the east. So for more than an hour.

Finally I stopped because I wanted to drink water, so I continued to walk after I finished drinking.

There were secret whistles staring at the room closely. They were Gebu's secret whistles. They were staring at Wei Jingtong in Lancheng. They were responsible for monitoring Kang Xuewen's daily life and his behavior in this mansion.

Although he didn't enter the house with a secret whistle, he stayed in the study room in the middle of the night, and after walking around for so long, he gradually became suspicious of the secret whistle.

So one of them arrived at the door and slammed the door a few times, "It's late at night, should the prefect go to bed?"

The door of the study was pulled open, and Kang Xuewen asked the other party with an irritable look: "What are you sleeping on?"

How can I sleep alone in this house?

You are my father-in-law who stayed to take care of me, so I just happened to ask you when will the Bingji come back?

Can you send someone to Lancheng to pick her up?

How should I sleep if she doesn’t come back?”

Before Kang Xuewen met his beautiful concubine Bingji, he did not take much care of men and women. He did not say that there were too many wives and concubines in the mansion, but also stole fishy outside from time to time. Once, he even had a little wife and a young wife who was not clear about it.

These past people naturally investigated the Gebu people and knew what kind of virtue he was. So Kang Xuewen used this reason to explain that he was wandering in the study in the middle of the night without sleeping, which made sense.

The secret whistle groaned, and his voice sarcastically said, "No matter how hard the prefect is to bear it, he should be back soon."

“How long will it take to be soon?

How many days?

Can't you pick it up?"

The secret whistle rolled his eyes, stopped talking, and flashed back to the darkness.

Kang Xuewen stood at the door and sighed for a while, and shouted loudly, "When will you come back in Bingji?" After the roar, he sighed helplessly, stopped in the study, and walked back to the sleeping yard in depression.

The Kang Mansion in Tongcheng is much larger than the Guard Mansion in Lancheng. After all, Kang Xuewen is a real chief official. Whether in terms of the configuration of the mansion or the number of servants, it is much higher than Wei Jingtong, so there are a few more secret whistles left in Kang Mansion than Lancheng.

But given that Kang Xuewen has always performed well, these secret whistles are more or less relaxed in their vigilance. For example, on the way back from the study to Wai, the secret whistle followed along the way. But when he arrived at the door of Wai, they saw that Kang Xuewen entered the house, so they no longer cared about it, either lying on the treetops or lying on a wall, closed their eyes and sleeping lightly.

After all, this is how every day comes, and tonight is no exception.

But tonight is too exceptional for Kang Xuewen. Since he came out of Guangjulou during the day, his nerves have been tense and he is also in extreme excitement.

But he didn't dare to show it because there were too many eyes staring at him. He had to live like a dummy and a slave every day, obeying the people of Gebu, so that he would not provoke the other party's suspicion and would not push the already precarious Tongcheng into the fire pit.

The room was pitch black, no candles burning, and no moonlight tonight.

Kang Xuewen walked to the inner room, walked around the screen, and sat on the bed for a while.

After thinking about it, he stood up again, walked to the door angrily, pulled the door open, and shouted irritably outside: "Where are people dead?

There is not even a maid to wash your feet. Is this mansion keeping a group of dead people?"

This voice not only woke up all the secret whistles, but also all the servants in the yard.

The secret whistles looked helpless and watched Kang Xuewen mess with his servants, who had to wash his feet, drink water, and eat snacks. This made him more than an hour of trouble, and finally got tired and quiet.

Originally, two slaves stayed to guard the gate, but Kang Xuewen shouted at them: "Get away from me! I'm not interested in you, so I have to change two maids to come here if I want to watch the night! What do you two stand here like?"

Unfortunately, there were no maids in the courtyard. The servant said with a bitter face: "When the master spoiled Aunt Lin before, he dismissed all the maids in the courtyard, saying that no one was as beautiful as Aunt Lin, and it was annoying."

Aunt Lin refers to Bai Jinghong, because Lin Hansheng is her nominal father, so her surname is naturally Lin.

When the servant mentioned Lin Bingji, Kang Xuewen became even more angry. "Okay, okay, get out of here! If I don't come back, I'm living this day is simply dark! By the way, tomorrow morning, you will go to the Dongcheng Gate to welcome me. If you can't welcome me for two days, you must welcome me back anyway. Do you understand?"

The servant nodded repeatedly, Kang Xuewen waved his sleeves to make them scatter, and he yawned himself.

This time, I finally went back to the house to sleep. The secret whistles all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that there was no movement inside.

They also hoped that Bai Jinghong would come back quickly, because only when Bai Jinghong came back could Kang Xuewen not make trouble and sleep well.

Kang Xuewen sleeps on time, so they can rest on time. Through the observations over the past few months, it has been proved that people controlled by witchcraft have no regulatory value. They just stay here just by taking a formality and buying the king to rest assured.

After Kang Xuewen was so troubled, he finally calmed down inside and outside the house, but he still didn't sleep.

I can't sleep! I've been thinking about the three people I saw during the day.

The trouble I just made was actually acting, saying that I couldn’t sleep because I didn’t have ice skin, that was also nonsense.

More than a month ago, he had basically gotten rid of the control of witchcraft and regained his awakening consciousness.

But this recovery is better than not. He was shocked at that time and was filled with cold sweats, and he felt like he committed suicide to apologize to Emperor Tianhe.

After all, no one can face the fact that he has done so many things to collude with the enemy and treason in a daze. After all, no one can stand it and the Ningzhou Prefecture, which he has been running for many years, was destroyed by his own attacks.

Kang Xuewen really wanted to die at that time. Seeing that Tongcheng had become a small Gebu, seeing that the people of Tongcheng had fled and fled, there were only a few left, either they had nowhere to go, or they had learned to do things smoothly, how to please Gebu people, and strive to survive in the cracks...
Chapter completed!