The Bandit’s Strategy

[Chapter 105-Mother-in-law Is Coming to the King City] Let’s have fun together

Cold light flashed in front of his eyes, Zhao Yue drew his sword out of the sheath, and took the opponent's move. Between the electric light and flint, the sound of the collision of the weapons was a bit harsh. Although the attacker was covered, he could probably see some signs of wind and frost in the corner of his eyes, and he was about forty or fifty years old.

Without too much time to think, the opponent attacked immediately afterwards, all moves were dead hands, making it clear that they came for life. Because this place was a deserted house, and it was approaching the evening, the surrounding area was very empty. After dozens of moves, the opponent seemed to realize that they were not gaining any advantage, so they dropped a few smoke bombs and turned around and jumped out of the wall.

The pungent smoke rose into the sky, and when it dissipated, the other party had disappeared without a trace. Zhao Yue kicked open the wooden door, and saw that the room was covered with ashes. It was obviously an abandoned house that had not been used for many years.

Previously, he wanted to go to several brothel sing houses to search for more clues about the mysterious man. He happened to see a suspicious person when he turned the corner of the street, so he followed all the way here secretly, but he didn't expect to encounter it. Sneak attack.

Obviously the other party had planned to draw him here, Zhao Yue shook his head, he was too careless.

"Have you really not seen Zhao Da's house?" On the bustling streets of Wangcheng, the dark guards were still asking passers-by, with a very anxious expression.

So the people became anxious and asked what had happened.

The dark guard solemnly said: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

It has something to do with the secret of heaven... the people are even more surprised when asked, is it because the Jade Emperor wants to summon Lord Shen Tianting again to cruelly dismantle his lover from Palace Master Qin?

Not really, it has nothing to do with my son, but it is not much different. This time the emperor is going to dismantle Zhao Da and Wen, the dark guard is very anxious, just thinking about whether to stand on the wall and roar, see you Zhao Yue came over from a distance.

It finally appeared, and the dark guard burst into tears, and hulled up.

"What happened?" Zhao Yue frowned slightly.

The dark guard lowered his voice: "The emperor has gone to the brocade workshop——"

Then the next moment, Zhao Yue jumped onto the wall, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The dark guard was dissatisfied and wanted to protest. We haven't finished the whole thing yet, and many touching sentences are still brewing, so why did we leave!

The people suddenly realized that this time the Emperor of Heaven was not going to summon Master Shen, but Master Wen-it really was a good mandarin duck.

When he was out of the palace, Chu Yuan deliberately let the imperial chef stew medicated porridge that nourishes the stomach. It was light and light with some surimi on it. It looked delicious. Father Sixi told the kitchen to bring it in after it was heated, and Chu Yuan took it. In their own hands.

Wen Liunian suddenly felt the battle between heaven and man. Looking at this posture, he should stand up and thank you for taking the bowl, but if you really get up, then don't you have to wear your pants shirtless? !

"Ai Qing?" Seeing him lying still, Chu Yuan was also a little puzzled.

Wen Liunian said: "Can the Weichen wait to eat?"

"If you reheat it a few more times, the effect of the medicine will be gone." Chu Yuan shook his head, "I just said I was hungry."

Wen Liunian said sincerely, "Suddenly I am not hungry anymore."

Mu Qingshan was frightened on one side, so he rebelled against the emperor, would something happen...

Chu Yuan didn't say much, and handed the bowl to Si Xi: "Well, after returning to the palace, I will have someone send Zhang Fangzi out, and let the cook here do the same."

"Thank you, the emperor." Wen Liunian was finally relieved, the emperor's grace is too mighty, which is not necessarily a good thing.

"Why isn't the head of Zhao Da?" Chu Yuan asked again, "Aiqing is still sick, shouldn't he stay in front of the couch."

"It's just a minor illness." Wen Liunian grabbed his belly and figured out whether he would pretend to be weak, so that he could quickly fall asleep and let the emperor return to the palace.

But before he could think about it clearly, footsteps were already coming from outside.

"The master is back." Mu Qingshan stepped forward and opened the door.

Zhao Yue stepped in and scanned the food boxes and porridge bowls on the table at a glance. Before coming to the Royal City, he would never have thought that as the king of a country, he could still have this kind of hobby. Feeding in the palace, can you still chase home with food?

Chu Yuan looked at him up and down.

Wen Liunian coughed frantically—in fact, apart from coughing, he didn't know what to do.

Zhao Yue lifted the person up, and his palm was naked|naked back. He suddenly became stiff, and he pulled the quilt through the quilt and wrapped him firmly.

Mu Qingshan hurriedly poured a glass of water and brought it over.

Wen Liunian drank the water in an extremely sick posture.

"This is the head of Zhao Da?" Chu Yuan spoke with great interest until Wen Liunian stopped coughing.

"Yes." Wen Liunian leaned against Zhao Yue's arms, holding him reluctantly, and said weakly, "Hurry up and give a gift to the emperor."

"No need." Chu Yuan stopped. "Since Aiqing wants to accompany her for life, then there is no need to see outside."

Wen Liunian tightened his arms, almost hanging onto Zhao Yue, and pinched his back by the way.

Zhao Yue said, "Thank you, the emperor."

"It's really heroic and extraordinary, and Wen Aiqing can be called a pair of people." Chu Yuan did not hesitate to praise.

Wen Liunian brazenly said: "Weichen thinks so too."

"Since the head of Zhao Da is back, and Aiqing is embracing again, then I will go back first." Chu Yuan did not forget to exhort him when he went out, "Remember to eat the porridge."

Zhao Yue's expression froze.

When Chu Yuan went out, Mu Qingshan also brought the porridge to the kitchen to warm it up, and Wen Liunian just broke free from the bed-the dog was wrapped in a quilt, it was really hot!

Zhao Yue's face became more and more ugly.

Wen Liunian shrank back: "I didn't know that the emperor was coming."

How the emperor came, we can leave it alone for the time being, but Zhao Yue really has a headache for him to take off his clothes when the weather is hot. No matter where he looks like a nerd, he is clearly a little ruffian.

Of course, if you can go back to the Wen’s old house and have a chat with the guardian, the head of Zhao will find that this problem was purely taught by Zhou Dingtian. Although Wen Liunian did not like to practice martial arts as a child, he often Go to the martial arts field to see the excitement. Winter is better. In summer, I often get sweaty after the sun is exposed. After the end, Zhou Dingtian took his hand and went back to change his clothes. Before Zhou Mubai's brothers took off their shirts as they entered the courtyard, so that they could hurry up to take a bath. Wen Liunian saw them behind and took the cat to learn from the tiger. When Zhou Dingtian remembered, he looked back. Seeing that the three-year-old nerd had taken off his whole body, holding his little clothes and pants, and running with his bare buttocks behind him.

Zhou Dingtian laughed, really worthy of being Lao Tzu's son, doing things so informally, what would it look like to follow your nerd dad Chengri, shaking his head and shaking his head.

So after waiting for Wen Rumo and his wife to return from their hometown, Qian En Wanxie took his son back from the Peacock Gate, and suffered a headache for this problem for three full months. It didn't get better until the weather got cold.

"Is your brother reliable?" At this moment, thousands of miles away, Mrs. Wen was also complaining, "Why have been to the Boundless City for so long, and didn't bring Xiao Liuzi back, only sent a letter, Can't tell what the situation is." Just say that everything is fine, isn't this nonsense, if it's uneasy, it's fine.

"Aren't they all transferred to the royal city?" Wen Rumo gently comforted, "There will be no bandits at the feet of the emperor, so what are you afraid of."

"How can I not be afraid, it's been a long time since I saw my son." Mrs. Wen thought on a whim, "Why don't we go to Wangcheng?"

"Now going to Wangcheng?" Wen Rumo was frightened.

"It's fine if you don't go, I have to go." Mrs. Wen has always said that the wind has a temperament. "I will go to Zhang San to prepare the carriage. If there is a big thing, I will see my son first."

Wen Rumo dissatisfied: "How can you go out alone by yourself as a woman?"

Mrs. Wen's eyebrows were upside down: "Do you not want your son?"

Wen Rumo said in distress: "I think it is natural to think, but there are still many things in the house at home, and the rent has not been collected—" Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Wen had already left the house and greeted the people to prepare for the carriage. , Going to Wangcheng.

Wen Rumo has a headache.

In the vast East China Sea, a middle-aged man was sitting in the hall, holding a portrait in his hand.

It is a portrait of Zhao Yue painted by Wen Liunian himself, golden light and very handsome.

"That's him?" After a long time, the middle-aged man spoke slowly.

"There should be nothing wrong." The subordinate said, "Wang Ke was ordered to give Baihe to death, but for some reason he changed his mind and took her to escape from the Wangcheng all the way south, under the pseudonym Zhao Manjiang, and died in Mu a few years ago. In a turmoil in the family house. Zhao Yue is his only son, but Wang Ke has not seen a wife in these years, and Zhao Yue’s age is consistent with the days when Bai He was pregnant."

"Where is Baihe?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"Shortly after giving birth to the child, I became seriously ill. Before I got to Yunnan, I died in Licheng," the subordinate replied.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and opened it again after a long time: "Go on."

"Zhao Yue met a court order officer when he was in Cangmang City. The two had a close personal relationship. At this time, they should have gone to the Wangcheng together. It is reported that Qingqiu also took people away from Baiwu Island a few months ago." The subordinate said, " Whereabouts are unknown."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Thanks."

"Do you want to act next?" the subordinate asked cautiously.

The middle-aged man turned his hand to pull his fingers, as if thinking about something.

"Qingqiu hasn't been out of the island for many years. It shouldn't be a trivial matter to sneak into Chu Kingdom this time." Seeing that he didn't speak, his subordinates said again, "The other party has been unscrupulous all these years. "

The sound of the ocean waves outside the window, looking at the endless blue and blue waves, and looking in the distance, there is a cloud of white mist.

However, Yun Duanhun knew that across the white fog, the opposite bank was a fertile land with no borders, every inch of prosperity, but also full of traps.

"Sir?" the subordinate tentatively called.

"Okay." After a long time, Yun Duanhun finally nodded, "Tell me to go down, and go out to sea in three days!"

Of course, even if Master Wen is smart, it is unlikely that he will be a prophet, so he is now stretching out his hands and obediently letting Zhao Yue wear clothes.

"My lord." Mu Qingshan ran in in a panic.

"What's the matter?" Wen Liunian was taken aback, it is rare to see Master in such anxiousness.

"I accidentally knocked over that bowl of porridge." Mu Qingshan turned pale, "what should I do?"

"Think of something that happened." Wen Liunian said, "It's just a bowl of porridge, Master doesn't need to worry about it."

"Really?" Mu Qingshan was still very nervous, but the emperor personally brought it, and before leaving, he told the adults to eat.

"Really." Wen Liunian, "if the emperor asked, he said I ate it."

Mu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to clean up the mess, and felt that if these things happen again, it would be better for him to stay away in the future-a bowl of porridge and a bowl of noodles is okay. That's great.

"It's just right to fall." Zhao Yue didn't care about it, and said again, "No more eating indiscriminately in the future."

"I haven't eaten it yet, besides, just a bowl of porridge." Wen Liunian said, "You also let me eat porridge."

Zhao Yue frowned slightly.

Wen Liunian said quickly: "Okay, don't eat."

"The emperor came here to deliver the porridge?" Zhao Yue asked, something imperceptible in his voice... jealous.

Wen Liunian knows the point very well: "No, maybe I want to relax in the palace."

Zhao Yue regretted that he had bought the house near the palace. He had known this before, so he might as well pull it away. At least he didn't need to be like visiting relatives, carrying food boxes every few days.

"Where did I go just now, why are you all in gray?" Wen Liunian patted his sleeves.

Zhao Yue told him about the attack just now.

Wen Liunian opened his eyes wide: "Have you hit an ambush?"

"The other party didn't take advantage." Zhao Yue said, "Don't worry."

"Such a big matter, why didn't you tell me earlier." Wen Liunian got up from the bed with a thought.

"Lie down well." Zhao Yue suppressed him. "The other party ran away. It's hard for you to look for it from house to house."

"Looking at in his forties, Yue Mo is the mysterious person who had previously enrolled in the brothel to listen and sing music." Wen Liunian said, "I said, he must not be the King of Ming."

"I think it's him, too." Zhao Yue said, "deliberately tempting me to go to a remote place, and then kill him again, it is somewhat similar to Mu Jiazhuang's style."

"Could it be Qingqiu?" An inspiration flashed in Wen Liunian's head. "He is the backer behind Mu Jiazhuang. What Mu Wanlei and Mu Wanxiong did was under his command. Age It's almost the same."

Zhao Yue paused, he hadn't thought about this possibility before.

"Eighty percent is right." Wen Liunian grabbed his pants and put them on. "Let's go to discuss it now and put a net to catch him!"

"You are still sick." Zhao Yue suppressed the person.

"It's all right a long time ago." Wen Liunian insisted on standing up, and then felt that the sky was spinning and his knees were soft.

Sleep for too long and feel dizzy.

Zhao Yue reached out to catch him.

Until he was tucked back into the bed, Wen Liunian still said: "It must be because I didn't eat enough today."

What can a small bowl of white porridge serve? Roast chicken is more reliable.

I don't know if I can eat it tomorrow.