Chapter 143 The Yin Yang Sect Master Loves Flowers
It was not until the two men retreated out of the hall that the forced smile on Yuzhu's face completely disappeared.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped the back of her hands vigorously, then clenched her teeth and tried to wipe off the layer of skin.
He was bumped into by Bingwen who was coming out of the hall.
Yuzhu was startled and quickly hid the handkerchief behind her back, stammering, "Sir, why did you come out..."
Bingwen's eyes moved from Shen Sinian's calm expression to Yuzhu's panicked face. He smiled and said, "Why are you so impatient? Learn more from this little guard."
Yuzhu's face was frozen, and then she heard the master sigh, "It's time for those concubines in the harem to find a new place to live. The king orders you to refine new pigs, otherwise we will be completely unable to hold on."
It can't hold on any longer and will rot and turn into water.
When she thought of this, Yuzhu tried hard to hold her neck tightly with both hands and choke on the urge to vomit. Her teeth were chattering as she said, "Okay."
The two of them were talking in a mysterious way, and they were not afraid that Shen Sinian would hear them.
However, Shen Sinian, who had been investigating southern Xinjiang for a long time, had already glimpsed a glimpse of the truth in these words.
He still followed Yuzhu with his head lowered and his eyes obedient, but no one knew that the doubt in his heart was about to drown everything.
Do some special insects really need to be refined by humans?
Bingwen rolled up his sleeves, and the tall man walked away slowly.
After all, she was only a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, and Yuzhu almost had to rely on Shen Sinian's arm to stand steadily.
Dead bodies cannot speak. The Queen's words about wanting to meet her were actually just the words of the King of Southern Xinjiang. His real purpose was to find her to practice with him as a snake and to fulfill the Queen's last wish before her death, which was to see her most beloved niece get married and find support for the rest of her life.
When Yuzhu was distracted, she did not notice that the boy's eyes were fixed on Bingwen's departing figure.
As Bingwen turned into the blind spot of Shen Sinian's sight, he was blocked by a masked man in black.
The man said unhappily, "Number One, the master has been waiting for you for a long time."
Bingwen smiled nonchalantly, "There's nothing I can do. The King of Southern Xinjiang is disobedient. It took me a long time to deal with him."
The masked man, No. 3 who came to Jingguo to pick up Bingwen, grinned and revealed his sinister white teeth, with a hazy murderous intent: "Go and see the master quickly. This time the master should send you to the Mo family in person. No. 2 is a useless thing. He has been lurking for so many years and still hasn't got the map of the organization."
Hearing this, Bingwen's eyes lit up with sarcasm: "If he fails to seize the position of the great master this time, I'm afraid the master will not keep him."
Number Three snorted coldly: "By the way, what does the King of Southern Xinjiang want you to do?"
Bingwen's words were full of meaning: "It's not me, but you. He asked you to go to Yue State to continue the trade with the King of Yue."
Number Three made a frustrated "tsk" sound, his tone full of dissatisfaction: "Okay, but the minister is in Yue State, I can't guarantee that he won't find out and ruin the deal."
"Why, are you afraid of the ministers as well?"
"Oh, I'm not afraid of anything. It's just that his style of doing things is unpredictable. If he comes and causes trouble, it will be a headache for me to deal with it."
Southern Xinjiang has always been warm and has never had a severely cold winter. However, among the five countries, only Southern Xinjiang is terribly and weirdly cold.
The people of southern Xinjiang were unaware of what was happening in the palace, and the streets were still bustling. The dignified and elegant Redwood man attracted almost everyone's attention.
His arms were now empty without the bouquet of red plum blossoms. The man held an umbrella in one hand, and his glass-like eyes under his slender and thick eyelashes were looking for the flower shop.
There is a flower shop in southern Xinjiang. To be honest, this flower shop was opened for Wushi.
Just because of the mist, the flowers are lost.
Just like Zeguo promotes farmers, Xueyu promotes Taoism, and Nanjiang promotes Yin-Yang School.
The Ze Kingdom is located on the prairie. Its people are passionate and unrestrained, proficient in riding, archery and farming, and they complement the farmers.
The seclusion of the snowy region and letting nature take its course are in line with the Taoist principle of inaction and non-scheming. This southern border is the home of Yin and Yang, especially when the witchcraft and Yin and Yang magic are combined, the killing power is unmatched.
As the eldest brother of the Yin Yang Family, the entire Southern Xinjiang has to curry favor with him, but this Yin Yang Sect Master rarely interacts with others and has not returned to the Yin Yang Family for many years. He ignores the affairs of the sect, and even the Yin Yang Family has almost forgotten about him.
She wore an open-collared red coat over her black clothes, which set off her delicate white skin and cool and delicate eyes, making her look extremely voluptuous and restrained.
The man walked calmly and gracefully, holding his umbrella and entering the flower shop.
The shopkeeper saw that the visitor had an extraordinary demeanor and immediately greeted him personally: "Sir, what flowers would you like to buy?"
Wu Shi’s eyes were very beautiful, as if they were embedded with stars or like the vast universe, brilliant and mysterious.
He scanned the room full of bright and tender flowers, reached into his sleeves with his slender fingertips and took out a palm-sized square dark brown block of wood, which was carved with delicate patterns. The man opened his lips, and his voice was as magnetic and pleasant as the sound of green waves in spring: "Can it bloom?"
The shopkeeper was stunned.
What?!
This thing is a flower seed?!
He opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "Sir, this, this, this...isn't this just a piece of wood? How can it bloom?"
"Oh, I see."
Wushi half-covered her long eyelashes that looked like crow feathers. She spoke with a tone of loss, as if she were a pet abandoned by its owner. She said unwillingly, "Is it really impossible? It once bloomed, but it withered and died in an hour."
This kind of flower is extremely rare. Wu Shi was in a very bad mood during the three days of sadness, so he had no interest in it and could only fiddle with these flowers and plants.
The shopkeeper didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I really have no choice."
Who can make wood bloom?
The man stared at the block of wood in his palm and raised his thin slanted eyebrows, then he left silently with his umbrella.
It seemed as if he was the only one in the world walking with an umbrella. A thick fog seemed to have risen around him, blocking out the astonished glances that passersby had left for him.
The man slightly lifted the brim of his umbrella, raised his long eyelashes and looked at the azure sky. The wind blew through his soft hair, and he looked extremely handsome.
The people in southern Xinjiang are all garbage.
I can't find someone who can bloom.
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Jing country.
Everyone in the meeting room was shocked by Emperor Jing's decision. Ming He was the first to come to his senses and said disapprovingly, "Master, your going to Yue is like a sheep entering a tiger's day. If you want to bring Jin Ge back, you can send an envoy to negotiate."
Jun Lin turned the ring on his finger and quickly rejected it: "The other party went to such great lengths to take Jin Ge away. The envoy will definitely not let her go if he goes to the King of Yue. Moreover, Jin Ge's situation should be very bad. I have to go there in person for this matter."
For Jin Ge to write the two words "save me", his life must have been in danger, otherwise, with his personality, how could he easily ask others for help?
Song Simiao couldn't help but worry: "The Jingyue War just ended, the relationship between the two countries is very tense, and our army is also recuperating. It is too dangerous to go to Yue now."
Everyone tried to persuade her, but Emperor Jing stood with his hands behind his back, his face showing determination: "I have my own way. I will send troops to the Kingdom of Yue immediately."
Ming He also knew her stubborn temper. He rubbed his brows in frustration and said helplessly and tolerantly, "What about the Duke? How can he let you come back easily when he's around?"
Jun Lin's eyes were filled with a faint smile: "Do you think that if the King of Yue can invite Gongqing, this great Buddha, once, he can invite him a second time?"