Chapter 276 Street Slut

Deep in Langxuan City, inside a house.

The building is a temporary building. It is not high but is quite large in scale. It is the place where the heads of the major departments in Xihai usually hold meetings. There is a residence in the back for the current heads of Langxuan City.

There are no laws in Langxuan City, and the people come from all over the world. Their backgrounds are either giants like the Hongshan Gang, or princes like the kings. If you want everyone to abide by the rules and obey the regulations when something goes wrong, you must have a prestige. Someone with absolute high authority should be in charge here, otherwise this gathering would not be possible.

It was already dark, and around the clean and tidy house were soldiers wearing leather armor and carrying guns patrolling.

In the courtyard behind, two lanterns were hung, and a figure stood under the eaves, holding a piece of paper in his hand and examining it carefully.

The figure is quite burly, wearing a black leather armor. He looks like a general, but he is not wearing a helmet. His gray hair is tied up with a hairband, and his eyebrows are upturned as sharp as swords. In the center of the room behind him, there is a A long-handled Yanyue knife with a unicorn pattern engraved on the blade, giving off a cold color under the light.

The Xihai tribes are too large and sparsely populated, and there are many masters and hermits among them. However, as the patriarch of the Gouchen tribe and the rank of Grand Master, Sima Yue is undoubtedly the contemporary controller of the Xihai tribes.

If it hadn't been for the warning from the Beiliang court, he might have already begun to form alliances with various tribes and began to try to reintegrate the Wan tribe and become the new king of the northwest royal court.

Sima Yue is nearly 60 years old. Speaking of his life, it can be said that it has been full of ups and downs - he was born in the Gouchen tribe when he was a child. The Northwest Royal Court was still there at that time. He was the direct grandson of the great Sima of the current dynasty, and his family controlled the Northwest Royal Court. The main force of the army has a background comparable to that of Wang Chihu in the capital of Wei Dynasty.

For the sake of unity, Sima Yue went to the palace at the age of six to study, read and learn arts with the last King Tianlang, and his master was the old King Tianlang.

In his twenties, the brother he grew up with became the new Tianlang King, and he also wore armor and took command, becoming the Grand Sima of the Northwest Royal Court.

Later, the Northwest Royal Court was destroyed, and Sima Yue also fell into decline for a period of time. However, the foundation of the Gou Chen Tribe was still there, and it regained its footing within a few years. Without King Tianlang, the Gou Chen Tribe regained its position as the strongest tribe in the West Sea. Position, coupled with Sima Yue's extraordinary ability to reach the Grand Master, his status is even higher than before.

But Sima Yue did not have the prestige that King Tianlang had in those days. After all, he was able to achieve his current status because he needed an obedient person to lead the tribes in the West Sea in Beiliang, so he was not suppressed heavily. He won the hearts and minds of all major departments by virtue of his ability.

After reading the paper for a while, Sima Yue put it in his sleeve and spoke in front of the door:

"Aaron, come in."

Tap tap tap——

Soon, a man in his thirties walked in quickly from outside the door, walked up to him and said:

"Dad, do you have any orders?"

Sima Yue stood with his hands behind his hands, remained silent for a moment, and then said:

"Prince Liang's son will arrive in the next two days, and his residence will be in the porcelain building area. When the time comes, we will move the people patrolling and watching nearby so as not to disturb the distinguished guests."

"Um?"

When Sima Long heard this, he was obviously a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions and nodded:

"I understand. By the way, Dad, it seems that the Dong Ming Ministry is secretly sending people to inquire for clues about Prisoner Dragon Miasma. Prisoner Dragon Miasma was sold to Lu Jieyun and was used to kill the Emperor of Wei. According to rumors, it was lost. Dong Ming Why did the Ministry suddenly investigate this?"

Sima Yue frowned slightly, thought for a while and said:

"The Dongming Department has always been interested in this kind of strange poison. It may be that they heard the news about the capital of Wei Dynasty and sent people to investigate. Don't pay attention to it, just go and arrange your own affairs."

"yes……"

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As an international trading market, Langxuan City is full of rare objects that are rarely seen in other places. Not only are there normal specialties from various places, but there are also many "technical products" researched by Beiliang ghosts, including telescopes and other tools, as well as rainstorm pear blossom needles. Wait for the Qimen hidden weapon.

I spent a long time shopping around Night Terror Hall, and even saw a ‘sundial’ at one of the stalls.

It is shaped like a small plate that is slightly larger than a copper coin. It is made of brass and is inlaid with extremely transparent crystal stones on both sides. The twelve hours and scales are engraved on the front, and a micro-carved golden toad sticks out its tongue and points to the hour of Hai. , is still rotating slowly; on the back is a compass. There are no splicing gaps or a place to wind the clockwork. The structure is extremely exquisite.

Ye Jingtang stopped in front of the stall, picked up the small sundial and looked at it for a few times, then looked at the sky, his eyes were quite surprised:

"Can this thing keep spinning?"

Sitting in the stall was a middle-aged businessman who looked quite philistine. He was shaking a literary fan from Jiangzhou in the Great Wei Dynasty and said proudly:

"It has a mechanism inside. You can move around with it without stopping. As long as you don't drop it, it can be used to send you away."

"Who made this thing?"

"This item was developed by one of the Four Saints, Zhongsun Jin. It was made by a disciple of the sect. The name of the craftsman is engraved on it. It is guaranteed to be genuine. Because it was made for leisure time and there are not many pieces in the world. If brothers are interested, I’ll give you a personal price of one hundred taels of silver. If there is a problem in the future, you can come to Yanjing Wanbao Tower and contact the craftsmen to fix it for free."

"..."

Ye Jingtang held the copper sundial and felt that it was indeed of great use. Although one hundred taels of silver was not a small amount, he still spent the money to buy one.

After Master Xuanji left the stall, he took the small sundial to play with and joked:

"The material of this thing is not unusual. It can be sold for up to ten taels of silver in Beiliang Capital. You are really rich."

"What's valuable about this thing is not the material, but the concept. I really didn't expect anyone in Beiliang to study this thing."

After Ye Jingtang walked for a while, he asked:

"Zhongsun Jin is one of the Four Sages of Beiliang, and he still does this?"

"Zhongsun Jin is rumored to be a disciple of the Mohist family. Not only is his martial arts unfathomable, but his knowledge of organs is unparalleled in the world. If we fight with him, we can't think of anything he can pull out. Fan Jiuniang can even make such simple objects, I guess. It's not his old man's handiwork, it's just a casual creation by a disciple of Qianji Sect."

"oh……"

Ye Jingtang nodded. He wanted to take his little baby back, but he found that Xuanji, the real person, took the little sundial into his arms after looking at it for a few times, and said politely:

"Young Master Ye wouldn't mind if you lend me for two days, right?"

Ye Jingtang couldn't put his hands into the arms of Master Xuanji, so naturally he didn't mind and just warned:

"Be careful. If it breaks, help me take it to Yanjing for repair."

"Know it."

The two of them were wandering around the streets. Although Ye Jingtang maintained his noble demeanor and thought he was just accompanying Xuanji, there were too many things to attract men in Langxuan City, especially a bookstall that actually sold Beiliang. The miscellaneous books there are all brand new editions that I have never read before.

When Ye Jingtang passed by the bookstall, he shook his hands. He didn't know how much perseverance it took to resist the impulse and didn't pick it up and look through it in person.

Fortunately, Master Xuanji knew about Ye Jingtang's little hobby, and it did not prevent Ye Jingtang from pursuing his little hobby. He deliberately took Niaoniao to a stall selling bird cages to look at:

"Boss, is there a big cage that can hold it?"

"Chi chi chi?!"

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Ye Jingtang took this opportunity to go to the bookstore and selected a few books that seemed to be well written.

The two of them walked around like this for nearly half an hour before walking around a small part of Langxuan City, until everyone was hungry.

Seeing that it was late, Ye Jingtang turned back with Master Xuanji and had a hearty meal at the hump meat stall to satisfy Niaoniao's little wish, and then returned to the headquarters of the Dongming Department.

The central area where the Dongming tribe is located belongs to the territory of a large tribe. There is no small business. There are few people in the market in the middle of the night and the market has closed. There are only a few warriors patrolling around the various tribes' stations.

Ye Jingtang, led by the Dongming tribe members, came to the tent where they were resting. It turned out that Queen Fan really held a grudge and did not treat Master Xuanji as a guest at all. The tent arranged was very gorgeous, but there was only a big bed inside. Then I made a blanket in the corner and spread it on the floor, which was regarded as the maid's residence.

Master Xuanji entered the tent and saw the carefully prepared arrangement, and was a little dissatisfied:

"You are a guest after all. How could she let you sleep on the floor? You really don't have any hospitality."

"Um?"

Ye Jingtang originally wanted to explain a few words to Queen Brahma, but he was stunned when he heard these words. He wanted to say something, but it seemed that there was no point in saying anything, so he nodded and said:

"It's okay. I don't choose a place to sleep. It's getting late. Let's take a rest early."

After saying that, he entered the big tent, got a candle lamp, and sat down on the floor.

Seeing this, Master Xuanji slowly came to the bed and looked at it:

"The bed is quite big and can sleep two people without being crowded. Don't you have any ideas?"

The bed made by Ye Jingtang, facing this kind of ridicule, just said casually:

"If Fairy Lu feels the bed is uncomfortable, we can change it and you can make the floor."

When Master Xuanji saw that Ye Jingtang was not convinced, he stopped talking, turned around and walked out again:

"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep with that old lady Fan Qinghe, if you dare to let me make the floor..."

Ye Jingtang paused and turned his head: "In someone else's territory, you still have to ask for help, so you still have to be a little bit awe-inspiring. If you let your subordinates hear you fight, Miss Fan will lose face.

"I know what's appropriate."

After Master Xuanji finished speaking, he raised the curtain and walked out.

Ye Jingtang was quite helpless. There was nothing he could do to deal with Xuanji, so he decided to forget it. After Xuanji had gone away, he took out the book from his arms, sat upright, opened a page carefully, and whispered softly:

"The Secret History of Queen Marietta continued... I dared to take the Queen Mother to Beiliang..."

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The giant tent in the center of the station is the temporary palace of King Dong Ming.

The front is the hall for entertaining guests, while the back is isolated by a curtain wall and is where Fan Qinghe usually sleeps.

At this time, the lights were on behind the big tent. Fan Qinghe had been running around outside for a whole year. He was chased by Master Xuanji so much that he couldn't even eat. After returning, he went to the capital non-stop, only to be imprisoned again. , it can be said that I have never had a free day.

At this time, after returning from a long journey, Fan Qinghe could finally relax. He sat in front of a large desk and studied the strange medicine that he was most interested in. He was wearing a gauze nightgown, with a plump figure looming on his face. She also wears a white facial mask she prepared herself.

While playing with the medicine, Fan Qinghe was also thinking about the next arrangements.

Fan Qinghe has no intention of becoming an empress, but the clan pays tribute every year and suffers bullying and poverty from the Beiliang court. In order to change, she must rebel now.

Originally, she wanted to recreate the Tianlang Pearl and use it to improve her martial arts to a higher level and become the boss of the tribes in the West Sea. However, this path seems to be difficult to achieve at the moment.

The next step is to assist the Night Terror Hall and let the Night Terror Hall be the leader to raise the banner of rebellion.

But the problem now is how to make Ye Jingtang think of himself as a member of the Xihai tribes and take the initiative to think about restoring the glory of the Northwest Royal Court.

Based on Fan Qinghe's observations these days, he found that Ye Jingtang was almost flawless and seemed to be just a little lustful.

There are many beauties in all tribes in the West Sea, but even she can't equal Prince Jing in terms of status. She used a beauty trick, and if the Empress of Wei also used it, she would probably use herself as a dowry for the Nightmare Hall.

Moreover, Dong Ming Bu and Ye Chi Bu have been married for generations. Qian Chi Bu married a princess, and Dong Ming Bu’s daughter also married and became a princess; if Ye Jingtang is the son of Prince Tianlang, the hierarchy may be a bit confusing... …

While he was thinking wildly, Fan Qinghe's ears suddenly moved slightly, and a familiar sense of crisis surged into his heart.

Hula~

Fan Qinghe's expression changed slightly. The moment he turned around, he saw a white shadow flashing in from the outside with lightning speed and holding her down as she was about to get up.

Fan Qinghe was pressed on the stool with his clothes uncovered, his eyes burning with anger:

"Witch, are you sick? Why are you here again?"

Master Xuanji ignored this, lowered her head and found the mask, and raised her eyebrows:

"Why is it that you put something on your face that looks like a female ghost in the middle of the night?"

Fan Qinghe struggled for a few times, but found that he couldn't get out of his struggle, and felt a little hopeless:

"If you want something to nourish your skin, just ask me to give you some. If you don't sleep at night, why are you here?"

Master Xuanji looked at the mask carefully and smiled:

"I can't sleep on the floor, so I come here to sleep on your bed. Your clothes are quite unique. Are they specially prepared to seduce men?"

"If you can't sleep well, I'll arrange another room for you. If you keep doing this, I'll call a guard. This is my territory. There are more than a thousand thugs outside..."

"What's the use of having more people? Your majestic King Dongming, it's too shabby to not even have someone to sleep with at night~"

"..."

Fan Qinghe really couldn't do anything about the witch, so he let Master Xuanji hold her and continued to play with the medicine, pretending that the pendant behind his back didn't exist at all.

Master Xuanji teased for a moment, then put her cold hands on the translucent nightgown and shook it on the white ball.

Dong Dong~

Realizing that Fan Qinghe was ignoring her, Xuanji was a little bored, so she let go of her hand, picked up the bottles on the table, looked at them, and even brought them up to her nose to smell them:

"Oh... Blood Condensation Powder, a unique poison, last time it took effect on me for two quarters of an hour... What kind of poison is this? It smells very strong..."

? ?

When Fan Qinghe saw that the strange poison she prepared was sniffed by this witch as a sachet, he felt extremely insulted and gritted his teeth and said:

"How dare you touch the poison master's bottles and jars? If something happens, I won't have time to save you."

"I've already practiced bathing in fire. How can you poison me?"

Xuanji rested her buttocks on the edge of the desk and searched among the many bottles and jars. She found a small red bottle with the words "Like a dream, like a dream". The place where it was placed was also eye-catching. She said curiously:

"What kind of medicine is this?"

When Fan Qinghe talked about his masterpiece, his eyes showed a bit of pride:

"This medicine is a unique secret. It can make people see what they are thinking. It is very fun. It is not poison and will not harm the body. The bathing in fire picture should not work. Do you dare to smell it?"

Master Xuanji was dubious and raised his hand:

"Give me the antidote first."

"Aren't you afraid? Why do you need the antidote?"

"Be prepared. Give me the antidote and I promise not to bully you within three days."

? ?

Fan Qinghe sat up a little straighter and was about to speak when he noticed that the witch was about to put the medicine bottle to her nose and quickly raised her hand:

"Okay, you are awesome!"

"This is right..."

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Yesterday's update has been made up, and tomorrow's update will be in the afternoon or evening. I stayed up too long today or2!