Chapter 37 Alliance (1)

When returning to Zanhua Lane, Shen Yingxue was still very high-profile. She rode in the carriage that was as big as a small house, followed by a large group of people from Zanhua Lane, and returned the same way without any concealment.

When going to Yuding Villa, Shen Yingxue did not bring too many people with her, so after the fight, Zanhua Lane was at a disadvantage.

Now, the righteous people noticed that when the Flower Lord traveled, he was as pompous as a royal noble. When they thought about how they had gotten away with it before with just a few people, they became more cautious and did not dare to act rashly.

Shen Yingxue found Jiang Hanfeng much quieter recently, which was a bit strange, so she asked him: "Why are you so silent these days? Is there something on your mind?"

With the Mosaic system, Shen Yingxue had long forgotten what she had said before.

Shen Yingxue could also sense that she had forgotten something. Although she didn't know what it was, she was determined to take revenge on him right then and there so that she wouldn't forget it later.

Jiang Hanfeng glanced at him dimly and shook his head slowly, "I... just haven't thought through some things. I will think about it carefully and meet your expectations."

What are you looking forward to?

Shen Yingxue looked at the others and found that they were also confused. It was probably because of the private conversation between him and Jiang Hanfeng. He was not in a position to expose his illness, so he tried to pretend to be a normal person and nodded to Jiang Hanfeng, "It's up to you."

The carriage suddenly stopped, and the subordinate driving the carriage said, "Master, there is another person blocking the road outside."

On their way back to Jiangnan, they met many people who were dressed like robbers, with their faces covered with black cloth, completely hiding their identities.

Everyone in Zanhua Lane knew that these people were sent by the outside martial arts sects to test them.

Lan Jin said in boredom: "There is nothing new about this batch after batch. Every time they either rob or assassinate people. I am tired of it."

He came out of the carriage and saw the people in front.

The people who came to block the way today were really different from usual ones. They were not wearing the same black clothes, but ordinary clothes, and they did not cover their faces, showing their true faces directly.

It's not that they are so upright. These people all have wounds on their bodies. They are horrible after being corroded, like scalds and burns. Some of them have injuries on their faces, and some have injuries on their limbs. They are extremely hideous and terrifying.

When Lan Jin saw these people, he knew what was going on with them and secretly felt lucky that Shen Yingxue did not come out in person, otherwise he would have been scared.

He smiled, his tone as gentle as ever: "What are you guys here for?"

"It is our fault that we brothers were blind and offended the flower master, causing all this injury. Now we want to come here to make amends. Please be so kind as to give us the antidote."

"You are so rude. I won't beat around the bush. My medicine is very strong. Although it can't kill you instantly, there is no medicine to cure it. You came to me for the antidote, but you really found the wrong person." Lan Jin said with a smile, "Let's take a step back. Even if I really took out the antidote, would you dare to use it?"

The man whose hair had mostly fallen out and whose face was covered in blood said resolutely, "I dare."

"Good, you have guts!" Lan Jin threw out a porcelain bottle, "Go ahead and paint it, make way, don't delay the owner's journey."

The men holding the porcelain bottles slowly moved aside and watched the carriage go away. The man holding the bottle uncorked it and sniffed the smell inside.

It's slightly sweet, with a fragrant floral scent and a rusty smell like blood.

"How is it?" The man in brocade clothes walked out from behind. He had a folding fan in his hand and was fanning it gently. He didn't smell any strange smell and looked at the bottle with fear.

This person is Zhu Rang.

The bald man said, "That's it."

Zhu Rang smiled, took the bottle, and looked at the wounds on the bald man. "The flower master's face must have been destroyed by this thing, right? I wonder what kind of suffering his legs have gone through."

How pitiful.

But it was this kind of man that made Zhu Rang jealous.

Zhu Rang said: "Continue to send people to follow, and watch Huazhu's every move carefully. If there is any mistake, then wait for the punishment."

The few secret guards behind him quietly caught up with the carriage in front, which was moving slowly.

Lan Jin came back from outside, and Shen Yingxue asked, "Is everything resolved?"

Lan Jin said: "They are just some insignificant little bugs. It's not a big deal."

"That's good." Shen Yingxue watched Cat Head teaching the white-haired handsome boy medical skills, and she watched for a while.

When he was in Yuding Villa, Jiang Hanfeng also taught him a few acupuncture points. Shen Yingxue had a vague impression that if he was asked to say it directly, he might not be able to say it, but if someone pressed the acupoints, he would know how to solve it.

Martial arts and medicine have some overlaps, and Shen Yingxue listened to Lan Jin's introduction of the medicinal properties of the herbs and memorized some of them. However, the herbs were also blurred in Shen Yingxue's eyes and could not be taken seriously.

He watched Lan Jin's lecture for a while, then quietly opened the anime.

This way he wouldn't be exposed as he was staring blankly ahead, as if his vision was caught by an illusion.

While Shen Yingxue was watching the anime, Jiang Hanfeng was also observing him.

At this time, Hanazu looked like an ordinary father. Ever since his hat was damaged by the righteous people, he had never concealed his appearance.

His eyes were solemn and doting, and the bright red markings also lost some of the strange and coquettish feeling. The flower master had a smile on his lips, his eyes were slightly curved, and the faint lines at the corners of his eyes made him look particularly gentle.

Jiang Hanfeng's heart seemed to skip a beat, but he couldn't tell why.

Jiang Hanfeng was very shocked when he first heard Hua Zhu's words. After a few days, he often thought about Hua Zhu's expression and tone when he spoke.

Ling Yun won't live long and may die earlier than Hua Zhu.

If he married Lingyun, it would be equivalent to giving up everything and coming to Zanhua Lane. But Zanhua Lane had nothing to do with him and still belonged to Zhu Chengyu and Han Jing.

Jiang Hanfeng knew that this was a kind reminder from the flower owner, but he couldn't help but feel distracted.

If he could take care of Ling Yun and send him away.

Stay with the Flower Master and accompany her...

How could he be so indecisive? !

But, what if he and Ling Yun had never been together?

Ling Yun doesn't understand love, and he didn't make any promises to Ling Yun. As long as I take good care of him for his whole life, that should be enough, right?

He doesn't have to take care of Ling Yun as his husband or wife...if the flower owner can accept his friendship...

Jiang Hanfeng was in a state of confusion because he knew that Hua Zhu would never accept his friendship.

Jiang Hanfeng thought about it in a mess and sighed deeply.

He is such a fickle, immoral and dishonest person, he is not worthy of Ling Yun or Hua Zhu.

He decided to calm down and never have such dirty thoughts towards Hua Zhu and Ling Yun again. He approached Hua Zhu and Ling Yun for the sake of responsibility, not to take advantage of them.

It is best to focus on sword practice.

"Master, Master." Lan Jin touched Shen Yingxue's shoulder and called him back to his senses softly, "We have arrived in Jiangnan. Stay in the inn for one night and you will be able to return to Zanhua Lane tomorrow."

Shen Yingxue turned off the animation, "Really? Are we getting off the bus?"

"Yes." Lan Jin said, "I'll carry you."

He half squatted down, and Shen Yingxue leaned forward and fell on his back. Although Lan Jin only looked fat at the cat head, he was a martial artist after all, and his strength was greater than that of ordinary people. He carried Shen Yingxue very steadily without much effort.

Shen Yingxue asked: "Where is Xun Yan?"

"Lord Xun Yan has gone to make the bed for you." In fact, Xun Yan went to prepare medicinal herbs.

Xun Yan was very familiar with Shen Yingxue. When he saw him distracted, he knew that he was seriously ill. Lan Jin was well versed in medicine. After going to Zanhua Lane, he was the one who treated Shen Yingxue. It would be best for him to comfort Shen Yingxue.

Shen Yingxue lay on Lan Jin's back, got out of the carriage, and saw a familiar mansion not far away.

Prince Anzhong's Mansion.

Shen Yingxue asked: "Is there another Prince's Mansion here?"

"It's the Prince Anzhong's mansion." Lan Jin said, "Prince Anzhong and Prince Zhongxin are brothers. They have a very good relationship. The emperor specially allowed them to build a mansion here."

These are just superficial statements, and it is not certain what is going on behind the scenes.

As they were so close to the Prince's Mansion, Lan Jin didn't say much. He gave a brief explanation and took Shen Yingxue into the guest inn.

A sedan just stopped in front of the palace. The royal blue curtain was lifted. A middle-aged man sat in the car and asked softly, "Whose child is the one who just entered the inn?"

He was white-faced and beardless, neatly dressed, and looked like a serious and proper man. He had a handsome face, deep eyes, and a jade ring on his hand, which made his skin look pale.

Shen Yingxue's carriage was magnificent and not something that ordinary people could use. The man in the carriage thought he was a young master from some family, so he asked this question.

"To answer your question, Your Highness, I don't recognize all of the people who just passed by. I just know that there are a few familiar faces. They are from the underworld and live in the Hairpin Alley at the west end."

"Oh." The prince suddenly realized, "So he is from Zanhua Lane, no wonder."

"Your Majesty, shall we go back home now?"

"Go back."

The middle-aged man was the Prince of Zhongxin, who came here to visit his brother. After sitting and chatting for a while, he was about to go home. He didn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he saw that the man was more noble than the real nobles. Even his son Zhu Ling did not allow anyone to carry him when he went in and out.

That person should be the flower owner.

Prince Zhongxin knocked on the window and said to the eunuch outside, "Send someone to keep an eye on that place. Remember who they came into contact with and what they said."

"Yes, don't worry." The eunuch smiled, "The prince over there also gave such instructions. He has already firmly controlled the people in Zanhua Lane. There will be no mistakes."

Prince Zhongxin smiled and said, "I don't know you guys yet? You're good at saying nice things. If you do a good job, you'll definitely get a reward from me."

As soon as Shen Yingxue arrived at the inn, he was fed a stomachful of medicine. He played games for a while, and the effect of the medicine started to make him sleepy. However, he still wanted to continue playing, so he leaned against the bed with his game console and dozed off.

"Sir." Xun Yan was extremely worried when he saw him like this. He still remembered Shen Yingxue's expression when she took the token away last time. He didn't dare to touch the things in his hand rashly. He softened his voice and coaxed: "Sir, if you are sleepy, just lie down and rest."

Shen Yingxue glanced at the game interface, struggled to open his eyes, and wanted to click Save. Perhaps because he had just closed his eyes for a while, he was completely sleepy, and before his hand touched the screen, he closed his eyes again.

"Do you care so much about Hualulu?" Xun Yan sighed in a low voice, "The dead are gone, why do you have to dwell on the past?"

Shen Yingxue nodded suddenly, saw the game interface, and continued to reach out to click save. He forced himself to be alert, blinked hard, squeezed out two physiological tears, and after confirming the save, he placed the game console next to the pillow, climbed onto the bed, curled up his body, turned his back to Xun Yan, and fell asleep.

Xun Yan is a cold person. He has always been like Shen Yingxue's shadow. Everything becomes meaningful because of Shen Yingxue.

He had no friends or relatives, and even his name became known to the public only after the cult disappeared.

All his attention was on Shen Yingxue. He would be happy when Shen Yingxue was happy, and sad when Shen Yingxue was sad.

But now Shen Yingxue has gone crazy, forgetting the sad past and almost losing the ability to perceive emotions in daily life.

Xun Yan still felt bad for him.

He has always been a bystander, and because of this, he knows what kind of person Shen Yingxue is. Xun Yan understands Shen Yingxue's extremely strong feelings, and also knows his past full of suffering. Xun Yan also remembers his high spirits and cheerful talk.

Obviously Xun Yan was the loneliest one, but sometimes he felt sorry for Shen Yingxue.

Perhaps it was because Xun Yan had never placed his feelings on others and would never be hurt by love. However, Shen Yingxue had suffered many betrayals and experienced separations and deaths. Even he himself had one foot in the gate of hell and didn't know when he would be able to rest in peace.

Xun Yan walked over, spread out the quilt and covered Shen Yingxue with it.

"Young Master, forget about her." Xun Yan looked at Shen Yingxue who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

If he could find a woman who looked very similar to Hua Lulu, and let her stay by Shen Yingxue's side, taking care of him and comforting him, would Shen Yingxue gradually get better?

downstairs.

"Why are there so many people watching us in the dark?" Zhu Chengyu was very sensitive and felt it as soon as he got off the carriage. "There were only people watching us on the road, but after we came to Jiangnan, there are even more people watching us."

He is blind and has a strange appearance, so he is very concerned about being stared at like this. He feels very uncomfortable and very irritated when being stared at like this.

"It's because this is Jiangnan that there are so many talented people. Be patient, we'll be back soon." During the few days he was away, Lan Jin found that Zhu Chengyu no longer seduced Shen Yingxue and her behavior was very well-behaved, so she was no longer as hostile to him as before.

Seeing that no one was around, Lan Jin asked Zhu Chengyu curiously, "Why do you call the master daddy? Did the master adopt you as his adopted son?"

Zhu Chengyu couldn't help laughing when he thought of this. This was the only good thing he had ever experienced in his life, and it was also the most worth showing off. Zhu Chengyu wanted to fly to the sky and write "Flower Master is my father" on it for everyone in the world to see.

"He is my father, my biological father, not some adopted son." Zhu Chengyu said, "Why do you ask this, Master Cat? Could it be that Ling Yun was adopted by Daddy?"

"That's not the case." Lan Jin said and fell silent.

Isn’t Ling Yun the master?

It is true that he is not his adopted child, but he is not his biological child either. They are clearly the same person.

I don't know why the master said that... Lan Jin sighed in his heart. Forget it, as long as it is something the master does, no matter if he is sober or crazy, he will accompany him to the end.

"So, Ling Yun is really my biological brother?" Zhu Chengyu blinked, her curiosity about Ling Yun was self-evident, "Mr. Cat, does my brother also live in Zanhua Lane? Why have I never seen him?"

Lan Jin said, "He is not in good health and needs to be taken care of. And with Jiang Hanfeng and others here, it is not convenient for him to show up, so the master found a secluded place for him to stay. There are people there to take care of him and send him food and medicine."

Zhu Chengyu asked, "What does my brother look like? Does he look like daddy? Does he look like me?"

Lan Jin said: "Ling Yun is very similar to the master, but not to you. She probably looks more like your mother."

"My mother?" Zhu Chengyu had a special yearning for this kind of warm family affection. "Has Mr. Cat ever met my mother?"

Lan Jin thought of Hua Lulu. He looked at Zhu Chengyu again, as if he had just realized that this boy was a half-grown child. He asked, "How old are you this year?"

Zhu Chengyu said, "Fifteen."

Lan Jin had really thought that Zhu Chengyu was Shen Yingxue's biological son, after all, Han Jing was older than Zhu Chengyu. After hearing Zhu Chengyu's age and comparing it with Shen Yingxue's actual age, he was sure that the child was not Shen Yingxue's biological child.

Why did Shen Yingxue accept him as her son?

Lan Jin and Xun Yan were both personal caretakers of Shen Yingxue, and neither of them knew about this. The relationship between Shen Yingxue and Zhu Chengyu changed too quickly, just like Hua Zhu suddenly becoming Ling Yun's father, which was confusing.

But after thinking about Hualulu, Lan Jin seemed to understand something.

Could it be that Hua Lulu was much older than the master, and the master was devoted to her, but she had already married. She left behind several children, and when the master saw them, he thought of Hua Lulu, so he lied to Zhu Chengyu that he was his biological father?

The disguise Xun Yan gave to Shen Yingxue greatly blurred his age, so it was not surprising that Zhu Chengyu believed it.

Lan Jin asked: "Does the token you gave to the master before have any other special meaning?"

"I asked my father, and he said that the thing was only useful to him. It would be useless to anyone else. I think that piece of wood might be a token of my father and mother. With that piece of wood, he recognized my identity." Zhu Chengyu smiled and said, "Master Cat, have you seen my mother?"

Lan Jin shook her head: "No."

Zhu Chengyu was a little disappointed. "When did Mr. Cat follow Daddy? When Daddy first came to Zanhua Lane, his legs couldn't walk?"

Lan Jin said, “Yes.”

"Did Daddy get persecuted by the imperial court, which caused him to break his legs and have to hide in Zanhua Lane?" Zhu Chengyu felt that Lan Jin knew a lot, and seeing that he had good intentions towards her, she became more and more demanding, wanting to find out all of Huazhu's secrets.

"I don't know." Lan Jin said, "The master came earlier than me. I was saved by the master and brought to Zanhua Lane. I don't know what happened before. If you want to know, you can ask Master Xun Yan."

"So, Master Xun Yan spent more time with Dad?"

"yes."

Zhu Chengyu and Xun Yan had almost no contact, and they rarely spoke to each other. Xun Yan was a taciturn person, even less talkative than Jiang Hanfeng. Zhu Chengyu was blind and sometimes could not feel Xun Yan's presence at all.

He pursed his lips and said, "Then I might as well go ask Dad. I'll go over when Dad has rested enough."

The owner of Zanhua Lane was so famous in Jiangnan that the news that they were staying in the inn quickly spread everywhere. Many people came here in the dark just to see what kind of person the owner of Zanhua Lane was.

Spies from the Zhongshun and Anzhong palaces were also among them. Zhu Rang returned home, heard about this, and discussed it with his father, but could not make up his mind.

Although Prince Anchung was the elder brother of Prince Chungsun, he did not hold much real power.

He looked at his son and sighed, "Zhu Qingyi was reluctant to use his own son and let you run around everywhere. Now you are risking your life to go against the flower owner. It's also because you are an incompetent father and there is nothing you can do."

"Sixth uncle has his reasons, and this is not considered risking his life. Aren't there many people running errands for his son?" Zhu Rang comforted Prince An Zhong, "Sixth uncle doesn't like Zhu Ling and favors me. Isn't this a good thing?"

Prince An Zhong said, "If Qingyi had been stable, it would have been fine. Look at what he has done. If he had not resigned and refused to return to Beijing, the chair above would have fallen into his hands long ago. Why would he bother with so much thought? But it doesn't matter. My son will do well. Sooner or later, he will let Zhu Qingyi have a taste of being suppressed."

Zhu Rang smiled and said, "I'll go check over at the inn. Father, please go to bed early."

After leaving the study, Zhu Rang's face turned cold.

He knew his father was a fool, and most of the time he just said a few nice words to make him happy. But if Prince An Zhong really intended to act on his own, Zhu Rang would not be happy.

He had seen how cunning his sixth uncle was since he was a child.

Others said that Sixth Uncle's princess and concubine died of acute illness, but Zhu Rang knew it very well. It was obvious that they had displeased Sixth Uncle and were tortured to death by him himself.

Sixth Aunt and Little Aunt were both the apple of Sixth Uncle's eye. He could take action against them without hesitation. Zhu Rang did not believe that he was soft-hearted.

Sixth Uncle must have his own reasons for giving up the opportunity to return to the capital and letting him get involved in these things in the underworld. Perhaps this is a long-term plan, and when the time comes to close the net, a big fish can be caught.

Zhu Ling was the child of the concubine who was killed by the Sixth Uncle himself. The Sixth Uncle couldn't stand his frivolous nature and didn't intend to teach him well. There was no woman in their house, so Zhu Ling had been spoiled a long time ago.

Zhu Rang is aware of current affairs, has both means and strategy, and is not weak, which is exactly what his sixth uncle likes. The fact that his sixth uncle thinks highly of him also explains everything.

When he helps his sixth uncle seize the throne, everything will fall into his hands.

Zhu Rang changed his clothes and went out of the palace with a few servants. The inn over there was already closed, and many people were hiding in the nearby streets and on the roofs. They were all quietly surrounding the inn, trying to catch a glimpse of the owner of the flower.

Zhu Rang chuckled and asked the waiter with the lantern in front to knock on the door with his badge. "Tell them that there is a distinguished person in their store and I came here specially to visit."

The servant hesitated and asked, "Will this be misunderstood?"

The prince of a county was of high status. Who could make him come to see him in person? Apart from his uncles, it was the emperor himself.

"It doesn't matter." Zhu Rang said, "This man is very skilled and courageous. This little misunderstanding is just a minor inconvenience to him. Maybe it's just what he wants, and he'll be very happy."

The servant did as he was told and went to knock on the door.

The inn's innkeepers knew that it was the prince of the neighboring Prince's Mansion who had come in person, so they hurriedly put on their clothes and came to receive the distinguished guest.

Zhu Rang was invited in with a friendly smile on his face. "Don't be so polite, shopkeeper. I wonder where the guest is staying now? We should send someone to inform him so as not to upset him."

The shopkeeper respectfully asked him who he was looking for and introduced the room. Zhu Rang then asked the servant to go over. After a while, the servant came back and said, "The young master wants you to come in and see him."

Zhu Rang walked up the wooden stairs and looked back. The candlelight was dim and the figures outside the window were blurry. But even though his vision was blocked, he could clearly feel the sharp gazes from outside.

Zhu Rang smiled lightly, bowed, went to the second floor and entered Hua Zhu's room.

Huazhu sat on the beauty couch beside the bed. His black hair was not tied up as neatly as it was during the day, but hung down behind his head. The red lines on his face were almost eerie. He half-closed his eyes, his vision was hazy, and he leaned on the couch leisurely, with a thin blanket covering his body.

Zhu Rang knew that he arrived late and thought that Hua Zhu had already gone to bed. Unexpectedly, he did not look like he was ready to go to bed at all. Instead, it seemed that he could not sleep at night and was sitting here to kill time.

A beautiful woman in white poured him a cup of tea and passed it to his lips. The flower owner did not take it, but took a sip from the cup. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Shen Yingxue was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard a commotion outside, saying that the prince of the neighboring Prince's Mansion was coming.

It's not like he had never met Zhu Rang before, but at that time, Zhu Rang had concealed his identity and had not interacted with him in the name of Prince Anzhong. Now Zhu Rang came so carelessly, was he trying to let the Jianghu and the court know that he had a relationship with Zanhua Lane?

Shen Yingxue thought for a while, asked Xun Yan what he thought, and finally agreed to meet him.

He was still sleepy and walked around the room twice to refresh himself before sitting on the couch. He asked Han Jing to prepare some strong tea for him, as he was afraid that he would fall asleep while talking.

Lan Jin also hurried to prepare some refreshing spices, not knowing when she would be back.

Xun Yan was also in the room, but his presence was too low and he was easily ignored.

The others lived some distance away from Shen Yingxue's house, so they were probably not alarmed and were still sleeping soundly.

Zhu Rang bowed and said, "I am sorry for being so rude and intrusive. It is just that it is not convenient to visit in the daytime when there are too many people around, so I chose such a quiet time."

Shen Yingxue snorted coldly and did not believe his lies.

Han Jing put down the teacup and sat obediently next to Shen Yingxue. If you didn't know, you would think he was the woman who served Shen Yingxue overnight.

Zhu Rang found a place to sit down and said with a smile: "Not long ago, I talked to Hua Zhu about my intention to form an alliance with you. Now you have offended many people. You have seen my sincerity. With the support of the Prince's Mansion, it will be much easier to achieve my goal."

"How can a great prince favor a commoner like us?" Shen Yingxue said, "I am just a useless person. Even if you raise me up, I am just an ordinary businessman. I am really unworthy of the prince's kindness."

There was a knock on the door, and Lan Jin said, "Master, the medicine is ready."

Shen Yingxue's expression slowed down slightly, "Come in."

Lan Jin came in from outside, and Jiang Hanfeng followed him with a sword in his arms, apparently to protect Shen Yingxue.

Lan Jin brought a white bowl with half a bowl of dark medicine in it. He said, "Although this thing works quickly, you can't use it often, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

Shen Yingxue responded calmly, picked up the bowl and drank it all.

Zhu Rang found that after he drank the bowl of medicine, the drowsiness and fatigue between his eyebrows gradually subsided, and his eyes became sharp again, as if his body had reached its best condition.

Could it be that the flower owner is in some kind of pain, unable to sleep at night, and needs to use this medicine to relieve the pain before she can fall asleep?

Shen Yingxue no longer felt sleepy after drinking it.

I don’t know what Lan Jin put in it, it’s really bitter. If he hadn’t been drinking bitter medicine all the time, he would have been used to the taste and would have probably vomited it out by now.

Shen Yingxue looked at Zhu Rang expressionlessly.

Zhu Rang first made some false courtesy and exchanged pleasantries with Shen Yingxue, but was slow to get to the point. It was only when Shen Yingxue became a little impatient that he got down to business.

Zhu Rang said: "I can probably guess what you are thinking. The world is so small, and there are only a few things you can do."

Shen Yingxue continued to stare at him, and finally smiled and said, "What do you want Zanhuaxiang to do?"

"Of course, I want to unify the martial arts world and control all those small sects. Of course, when that time comes, you have to help me do a small thing. Just send some people to serve me, and I will be satisfied."

Shen Yingxue has watched so many movies and TV series, how could she not know what he was thinking?

Zhu Rang must have wanted the underworld forces to help him conquer the capital, seize the throne, and then turn around and catch all of them in one fell swoop.

“I don’t like being controlled by others.”

"We are allies, not subordinates, so I naturally don't dare to give you orders. I can also guarantee that my father won't do that either."

"Okay." Shen Yingxue said, "In that case, I'll trouble you."

"What are you talking about, Master Flower?" Zhu Rang said with a smile, "I will take care of those little flies outside, so don't worry about it. You and I are in Huaicheng together, so we should visit each other more often in the future, so don't become strangers."

Shen Yingxue took a pearl hairpin from Han Jing's head and placed it on the table in front of her. "If you want to come to Hairpin Flower Lane, just bring this thing with you, and Hairpin Flower Lane will definitely let you in."

"Okay, Huazhu is indeed a straightforward person." Zhu Rang picked up the hairpin, smiled at Han Jing, and actually inserted it into his hair. "In this case, I will take my leave and see you later."

Zhu Rang took the people out, and Lan Jin followed to see them off.

Xun Yan looked at Shen Yingxue and said, "Sir, is it inappropriate for you to do this?"

Isn't their goal to restore the Demon Cult? Why did they end up unifying the martial arts world?

There are many righteous sects and many people. Now they are targeting them. This is definitely not a good thing. Even if they have the support of the prince, they will inevitably be noticed by the court. What if other people in the court also dislike them? Wouldn't they be attacked from all sides?

Shen Yingxue sighed: "There is no other way. If I don't agree, he will be my opponent in the dark. If I agree, at least I can help a little."

Han Jing knew that his adoptive father was not crazy at all.

But for some reason, Xun Yan and Lan Jin insisted that his adoptive father was really crazy. Han Jing did not argue with them, but instead realized his position in his adoptive father's heart.

His adoptive father only told him the truth, and he and his adoptive father were like father and son whose blood was thicker than water.

Xun Yan accepted Shen Yingxue's explanation. Seeing that he was in a clear mind, he knew that he was not ill. "Sir, do you want to continue sleeping?"

"I'm very sober now." Shen Yingxue took out the token and rubbed it in his hand. He said to the others, "All of you can go out. It's good to have Xun Yan here."

This was the first time Jiang Hanfeng had seen this token. He glanced at the pattern on it and asked, "Is this something from the Demon Cult?"

Shen Yingxue raised her head and looked at him coldly.

Xun Yan secretly thought that this was not good.

Jiang Hanfeng said: "Does the Flower Master have any connection with the Demon Cult?"

Shen Yingxue held his game console in both hands: "It's mine now."

Jiang Hanfeng frowned, then relaxed after a moment, "I understand, please have a good rest, I'll take my leave."

Han Jing knew that Shen Yingxue was deep and powerful, so he was not worried about him at all, so he also stood up and left.

Xun Yan looked at Shen Yingxue nervously.

Shen Yingxue still stared at the door. "Tell me, what did Jiang Hanfeng understand?"

He was so angry that he should have kept Jiang Hanfeng and asked him questions clearly before he turned around and slandered him with strange words as revenge.

But just because of that moment of distraction, Jiang Hanfeng ran away.

Xun Yan said: "Jiang Hanfeng should not be able to guess your true identity. Could it be that he thinks that you have a grudge against the Demon Cult?"

"Maybe not." Shen Yingxue shook her head, gave up thinking, and looked down at the game console.

Lan Jin's medicine is really effective. He is now in great spirits and not sleepy at all. Maybe he can fulfill his wish of playing games all night today.

The feeling of playing games during the day is completely different from playing at night.

Shen Yingxue opened the game with great interest, logged into her account, and loaded the game save file she had just created.

Xun Yan saw him stroking the token again, his expression gradually relaxed, as if he was completely lost in his memories, forgetting where he was.

He knew that Shen Yingxue was still conscious now, but he didn't know how long he would stay conscious. He might as well take this opportunity to ask about his worries, which might help to resolve them and cure his madness.

"Young Master." Xun Yan cautiously probed.

Shen Yingxue didn't even raise her eyes and responded casually: "Hmm?"

Xun Yan asked: "Who is Hualulu?"

Shen Yingxue was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had told Xun Yan before, while holding the game console, that this thing was his wife, named Hua Lulu. He didn't expect Xun Yan to really take his crazy words to heart.

Generally speaking, shouldn't the nonsense uttered by mentally ill people be untrustworthy?

Shen Yingxue thought for a moment and said, "Hua Lu Lu is this brand. This is the name I gave it. It's not a person, but just this brand."

"But Lan Jin and Zhu Chengyu both said that you once said that the token was a token of trust and was only useful to you."

Shen Yingxue thought for a while: "Who is Lan Jin?"

"It's a cat."

"Oh, the cat head is called Lanjin." Shen Yingxue still didn't know how to explain the game console to him. "Anyway, what I said is true. The so-called keepsake is also true. It is indeed only useful in my hands. It can bring me a lot of happiness. You healthy people can't feel it."

Lan Jin came back from seeing off the guests and heard Shen Yingxue's words. He stood outside for a while without making a sound.

Shen Yingxue said: "Actually, this disease is not as scary as you think. I can control myself and pretend to be a normal person, but it is a bit tiring. It also brings me a lot of happiness, which you don't understand."

Xun Yan said dejectedly: "Yes."

Lan Jin pushed the door open and came in, his eyes a little red, he couldn't tell if he was sad or angry: "So who did the master see through this sign? Was it the Demon Cult, or Hualulu?"

He once thought that Shen Yingxue regarded the Demon Cult as her lover.

But the more I thought about it, the more I felt that Hua Lulu was a real person, especially after talking with Zhu Chengyu.

Lan Jin doesn't like Shen Yingxue falling in love with anyone. If Hua Lulu was still alive, he would definitely kill him! Fortunately, Zhu Chengyu is only Hua Lulu's son and has no blood relationship with Shen Yingxue, otherwise Lan Jin would not let him go.

Shen Yingxue was stunned holding the game console.

Of course he knew that the game console was a cult token, but it was also his wife Hua Lulu.

The question asked by Crying Cat was very philosophical. He thought for a moment and answered, "Maybe from other people's perspective, it represents the Demon Cult. To me, it is a spotted deer on weekdays, and the Demon Cult on special occasions?"

"Don't push him." Xun Yan's voice was filled with regret. "He's already like this, don't push him anymore."

Lan Jin was stunned for a moment: "You are right."

Let the past be the past. Shen Yingxue has nothing now. Lan Jin can kill Hualulu or make medicine to make Shen Yingxue forget her, but he can't erase his memory of her.

Just like when Shen Yingxue saw the token for the first time, she knew whether it was real or fake. When she saw Zhu Chengyu for the first time, she also recognized that he was Hua Lulu's son.

Seeing that the two men had shut up, Shen Yingxue happily started playing games until dawn, stopping halfway.