Huang Ting didn't put on airs, but she wasn't too attentive either. She stood up, left the wine table, and walked to the window, as if she was picking herself out and handing it over to the local snake and the dragon across the river. The two parties could decide what to do. She

No one is partial.

Wei Liang laughed loudly and said: "My Wei family did not entertain us well and caused such a big fight. Master Chen Xian forgives me."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about this. This incident has nothing to do with Nanyuan Kingdom."

Emperor Wei Liang was a little unsure. He was worried that there was something wrong in his words and he did not understand the deep meaning.

Chen Pingan had already spoken: "I came here this time because I thought that since His Majesty is here in person, I just have something to say, so I can say it directly. Nanyuan Kingdom can treat me as if I don't exist. Please rest assured, Your Majesty, if it weren't for Ding Ying and

Yu Zhenyi took the initiative to come to the door, maybe from the beginning to the end, this fight had nothing to do with me, Chen Ping'an."

Wei Liang smiled and nodded in agreement, "Master Chen is a god on the mountain, so naturally he doesn't want to pay attention to human disputes."

Chen Ping'an also suddenly laughed, "The scenery in your Nanyuan capital is quite nice, especially the food. It's very good. I will definitely go there to eat again before I leave the capital."

The emperor asked curiously: "May I ask the immortal master where it is? I can..."

But in the middle of speaking, Wei Liang stopped himself, raised his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp, "Master Chen Xian just set the rules. I broke the rules now, and I must punish myself with a drink."

Chen Ping'an took off the wine gourd and said, "I might have to trouble Your Majesty to send me two jars of wine."

Wei Liang laughed loudly, "Master Chen Xian, you are such an honored guest, you are so easy to fool!"

The emperor told a joke, and the queen Zhou Shuzhen, the two princes and the young princess all started laughing.

Chen Ping'an showed some hindsight and smiled, otherwise it would have seemed too unkind.

Taoist nun Huang Ting in the distance, although facing the window, the corners of her mouth were raised.

Chen Pingan filled the sword gourd with wine and left the restaurant. However, he did not return to his residence in the alley. Instead, he went to the night market near Baihe Temple based on his memory and ate a big bowl of the spicy, spicy and hot stuff.

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If you don’t eat spicy food, don’t drink alcohol, and don’t drink strong liquor and eat the hottest hot pot, what fun is there in life?

This is what the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom said.

I didn't think it was very reasonable before, but now in the bustling city, Chen Ping'an felt that the old sayings of the old timers were really true.

Chen Ping'an paid and settled the bill, left the bustling night market, walked slowly, in a quiet and deserted place, climbed to the ridge of a roof, and went to the official's house deep in the courtyard, and to his private collection of books.

Lou, this time I was not looking for the history and history of "this world", but looking for books about bridge construction. Unfortunately, the search was fruitless, so I came up with the idea of ​​collecting books and archives from the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry. After some weighing, I thought of

If you still have a chance, just tell Zhong Qiu and ask the national master to help you. It shouldn't be too difficult.

Then there is the matter of asking Zhong Qiu for information about a scholar.

Out of the library.

Chen Pingan finally stopped on the roof of a tall building, sat down to drink, and at the end of the drink, he extended his middle finger to the sky.

There was no thunder.

Chen Ping'an put away the wine flask and faced the breeze, lost in thought.

Between leaving Flying Eagle Castle and going up to the balcony and entering Nanyuan Kingdom, we encountered a paper town.

The old monk, the abbot of Xinxiang Temple, once said repeatedly, if you look at it, it will look at you.

The woman who was still Fan Wan'er at the time stared at her hard twice at Baihe Temple and the night market. Her eyes seemed familiar, but she did not speak. It was probably not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't.

When I think about it carefully, I feel horrified.

Chen Pingan sighed.

The lights in the world, the stars in the sky.

Some people have said that the latter may be the corpses of many gods.

Who said that? Chen Pingan patted his head and couldn't remember. He didn't drink much tonight, but he was very drunk.

Chen Pingan fell back and fell into a deep sleep.

An old Taoist stood on the eaves and glanced at the young banished immortal who was sleeping soundly.

Thinking of the scene he saw before, the old Taoist twitched his lips.

In the small courtyard, when a young man whispered sorry to a child, his face was filled with tears.
Chapter completed!