Wang Yun frowned.

He remembered clearly that Xiahou An clearly came with nothing, so there would be no things left.

"You find a reason to send him away." Wang Yun in the room said a little unhappy, as if he was blaming the manager who had been with him for many years, and even this little thing would disturb him.

"Master, I can't send it away, that kid is very chaotic."

The manager felt tricky because he had never seen such a shameless person.

Before coming here, he had already made it clear and hinted many times, but Xiahou An pretended not to hear it, and flipped around and searched around, showing off his appearance.

It means you won’t leave if you can’t find it.

The manager didn't dare to ask the soldiers in the mansion to drive him away, because Xiahou An had the identity of Yulinlang.

In desperation, he came to find Wang Yun.

This place is hidden and cannot be exposed.

Wang Yun had no choice but to say, "You guys are here for a while, and I will go back."

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful fantasy of the Dong Jing. Before setting a time, they would not leave, so they asked Wang Yun to go and go back early.

Wang Yun left the Pianyuan and came to the lobby.

Xiahou An was almost turning the lobby upside down.

Wang Yun saw it and felt unhappy, but when Xiahou An looked back, he immediately changed into a kind expression, with the elder caring look, and asked kindly: "Boyang, what are you looking for? Tell me, I can ask someone to help find it."

"My ancestral sword is lost."

Xiahou An said so.

After hearing this, Wang Yun felt ridiculous. Xiahou's child was obviously looking for trouble. When he came today, he didn't have a sword at all.

However, Xiahou An insisted that it was impossible. I clearly remember that the sword was still on my waist when I came.

The two of them had their own opinions. Wang Yun could not stand this kid, so he had to ask as he followed the words: "Then let's talk about what are the characteristics of the treasure sword."

Xiahou An thought carefully and replied: "There are seven gems on the sword, which are inlaid with seven stars in the shape of the Big Dipper, hence the name: Seven Stars."

Wang Yun stopped laughing for a moment.

After his expression had a brief stiffness, he came to his senses and pretended to be calm: "Xiahoulang, don't joke."

"Who is joking with you?"

Xiahou An said seriously.

Wang Yun immediately pointed out: "The Seven Star Sword is in the Grand Master's Mansion. If you want to find it, you may have come to the wrong place."

"Didn't this knife flow out of your old mansion?"

Xiahou An immediately changed his face and started talking with a smile.

When Wang Yun heard this, he was shocked. When he was in Luoyang, Cao Cao came to the mansion to stab Dong with a knife. Only he and Cao Cao knew about this. How did this child know about it?

However, Wang Yun must have refused to admit it, and even became angry and embarrassed: "Xiahoulang, you can't talk nonsense. I have no grudges with you in the past and no grudges recently. Don't slander someone with blood and frame them for no reason!"

When the Hou was in charge of the housekeeper outside saw that his master had lost his composure, he knew that things were not simple, so he immediately put the servants outside the hall back.

Wang Yun was anxious, but Xiahou An's heart became stable. He smiled and said, "Old Situ, I will not hide it from it. I am Cao Mengde's nephew. My uncle said that you are loyal to the country. This time, I came to Chang'an because I was instructed by my uncle to help you eliminate the traitors. The news was tight a few days ago, so I was unable to meet you for a long time..."

Xiahou An said it well, but Wang Yun didn't believe it, and anger surged on his face, and immediately interrupted: "Bold boy, how dare you call the Grand Master a 'traitor'! Come on, take this boy down for me!"

He was also afraid that Xiahou'an would enforce the law by fishing.

However, Xiahou An was not afraid at all, and he stood there and did not struggle because he could only take Wang Yun.

If Wang Yun really wants to kill Dong Zhuo, then Xiahou An, who serves as Yulinlang, is definitely a very valuable tool.

The servants and soldiers outside had been driven away by the manager for a long time, so naturally no one would come.

Wang Yun's eyes fell on Xiahou An's face. After a while, he looked at the young man's calm expression, he asked tentatively: "Are you really Cao Mengde's nephew?"

Xiahou An spread his hands and turned around in front of Wang Yun, smiling: It was like a fake one.

Wang Yun didn't say anything anymore. After being silent for a long time, he said, "Come with me."

Xiahou An followed Wang Yun and walked away happily.

Go to a secret room in the mansion.

Pushing open the hidden stone door and walking through the long secret passage, the secret room was quite large, but there were very few things inside, and there were even fewer valuable items.

Wang Yun lit the candlelight and his vision gradually became clear.

After each of them sat down, Wang Yun asked Xiahou An: Is Meng De okay?

Xiahou An didn't look at Wang Yun, looked around with curiosity and said casually: "It's not so good. Two days ago, news came that my uncle was not very smooth to recruit soldiers in Yangzhou, and he only recruited more than 3,000 people. On the way back, he ran away due to food shortage..."

At the end, Xiahou An seemed to be jokingly, "Anyway, it's too different from you."

Thinking about it, Wang Yun is ranked third, and he is valued by Dong Zhuo. He has food and drink every day. Such a happy life is still very enviable.

Cao Cao was exposed to the wind and sun every day, and there was a group of pig-like allies who had suffered defeat in Xu Rong. His life was almost lost. He ran all the way to Yangzhou to recruit soldiers, but as a result, most of the soldiers ran away...

Compared with Wang Yun, who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai in Chang'an City, it was indeed quite miserable.

"Do you think I'm doing a good life?"

Wang Yun seemed to be hurting his feet after being stepped on, his white beard trembled, and there was a rare anger in his turbid eyes: "Do you know how I have lived over the years?"

Xiahou An had no expression on his face and said he didn't know.

So Wang Yun stood up, walked to a wall, and reached out to pull the secret wall away.

In the dark grid, there is an incense burner, and two pillars of fragrant fragrance are burning.

The incense burner is full of spiritual cards.

Starting from Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, and counting a lot of twenty-four tablets to Emperor Ling Liu Hong.

"Over the years, I have smiled at Dong Zhe during the day, flattered and shouted to the Grand Master for a long time; but who knows that whenever I am alone late at night, I often confess to the spiritual throne of the previous emperors, silently crying..."

"Who can know this kind of heart-wrenching pain!"

Old Situ couldn't help but growl, and the depression and anger that had accumulated in his heart for a long time suddenly poured out like a flood, and even shed two lines of old tears in front of this young man.

If it weren't for the Han Dynasty, who would have been a lackey in Dong's thief!

Wang Yun was distraught, and Xiahou An was also moved in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh: It's not easy for this old man!

After Wang Yun vented his emotions and his mood stabilized, the two of them spoke for a while and exchanged the information they had obtained.

As the exchange deepened, Wang Yun's impression of Xiahou An changed greatly and even became particularly appreciative: This kid is a bold and meticulous man, no wonder Cao Mengde asked him to come to Chang'an to be responsible for the most important intelligence work.

There is no light in the dark room.

As it was not early, Xiahou An stood up and said goodbye.

If you leave later, you will be caught by the curfew soldiers by then, and it will be difficult to argue.

Looking at the boy's back as hesitated, Wang Yun's turbid eyes lit up suddenly, and he suddenly called out: "Let's wait!"
Chapter completed!