The doors of the house open, and the third and fourth seasons come."

Turn around in the open, lift the secret compartment, and lift it into the door.

Five pine brocade, six zhang white, seven doors and eight blocks of wine were crooked.

The ghost was ten steps and thousands of miles away, and the ghost was left to rest and buried in the golden house.

"Help, help!" Zhao Yuanzhi ran and called for help. His terrified expression and fearful actions all showed a terrible situation, but...

Xu Lian stood on the tree and looked behind him, with nothing. How many times have this been there? Is it over? Xu Lian sighed and jumped off the tree, slashed Zhao Yuanzhi on the back of the neck with a knife, and Zhao Yuanzhi immediately collapsed on the ground.

Xu Lian squatted down and pinched Zhao Yuanzhi's face hard, "You said what disease you have been having recently? You are talking all day long and running around. If it weren't for my father's sake, I wouldn't bother to care about you!"

No matter how much you care, Xu Lian accepted his fate and carried Zhao Yuanzhi up and ran towards Xuzhou City quickly.

In the dark room, the woman sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the broken hemp rope in her hands, trembling constantly, "Who is it, who is it? Destroy my spell again and again? Haha, Zhao Yuanzhi, you are so lucky that you can't die like this! Hahaha, next time, you will be asked to dismember the corpse!"

"The way to use military forces is two different things. If you don't know what to do, you will be frustrated by the shape and lose your power, and you will not be able to win, and... and... and... and...."

"Let's be killed!" Chu Jin was so angry that he smashed the book on Song Xiao's head, "You said you have been memorizing it for three days, and you can't even recite the second sentence! Why aren't you so stupid!"

Song Xiao lowered his head and whispered, "This "Ten Essays of Meiqin" is too confusing! And I don't understand what I said, it's not practical at all."

Chu Jin glared at him, "I'm still quibbling, how do you know it's not practical?"

"The prince didn't use his military strategy to read the script when he was fighting! When fighting, it depends on wisdom, experience and luck. This requires words and deeds, and you can still feel it when you go to the battlefield!"

Chu Jin angrily picked up the soft pads beside him and patted him several times, "The art of war is in the prince's head! The prince could recite thirty-six military books when he was five years old. Where can he get the wisdom without knowledge? He was talking nonsense! No wonder your brother was in a hurry with you! Go and write, and continue to memorize it after writing!"

Song Xiao glanced inside, "The table was occupied."

The young master Murong Lingfeng, who occupied the table, was holding his cheek with one hand and holding a brush with the other. I wonder what he was writing.

Yun Mo looked around and frowned, "The handwriting is really good, but... what is a pre-marital agreement?"

"You promised me, you can't force me to get married immediately! I still have the right to choose! We must write it clearly in black and white, and we will sign it in duplicate later." Murong Lingfeng picked up the written agreement from beginning to end and handed it to Yun Mo, "Here, do you see if there is anything you need to add?"

Yun Mo took it, "First, you cannot propose getting married before you are eighteen years old, otherwise the engagement will be invalid. Second, Murong Lingfeng has complete independent choice and can terminate the engagement at any time. Third, if any of the parties have a crush on each side, the engagement will be automatically cancelled?..." The one behind was even more unreasonable. Yun Mo just glanced at it, then crossed the paper, pinched the middle with both hands and tugged it in half with a sting.

"Hey!" Murong Lingfeng reached out his hand at the first time but failed to save it in time.

Yun Mo brought paper and pen, "Come on, I will write you a pre-marital agreement." With a big stroke, four ink words with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared on the white paper - I won't marry you if you don't want to marry me!

Murong Lingfeng was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Yun Mo smiled and took her into his arms, "Little baby, you are all my king's people, but you just have the title of Saint Princess. If you want to escape from me, you have died. Even if you go to the ends of the world, you can only be my king's concubine, my woman."

Murong Lingfeng struggled unwillingly, how could Yun Mo let her go easily? "You should return to me again." As he said that, he stuffed the pen into her hand, holding her hand and brushed it with four big words - I won't marry you if you don't want to marry me.

Murong Lingfeng was so angry that he threw his pen and kicked Yun Mo's calves, swayed his sleeves and stood up, pointed at Yun Mo's nose and cursed, "It's too much to deceive people, I'm going to have a break!"

Chu Jin and Song Xiao saw that the situation was wrong, so they opened the door and slipped out early, leaving them to flirt in the carriage.

It doesn't matter if Murong Lingfeng shook his sleeves. A round thing flew out of her sleeve and hit Yun Mo's face directly. Yun Mo raised his hand to block it and grabbed it in his hand. "Hey, why are you throwing hidden weapons? It's too cruel! But what is this? It's quite beautiful."

Murong Lingfeng also wondered, "This is not my thing. I never bring a mirror. It's a burden. Why did it come to me?"

What fell out of her sleeve was an ancient mirror. The mirror was only the size of a palm, but it was exquisitely carved and ancient. The most important thing was that it was much clearer than the bronze mirrors sold on the market, and it was more like the technology that Murong Lingfeng had in the era of his life. The young master had an illusion that it seemed that the little mirror flashed proudly when Yunmo praised it for its beauty.

"Strange, who put the mirror on me?" Murong Lingfeng blinked, "Isn't it a curse?"

Yun Mo disagreed, "I think it was someone who gave you a token of love!" The old vinegar jar began to sore again.

Murong Lingfeng couldn't help rolling his eyes. No one liked her a tomboy who was still young. In other words, he, the great god, didn't know what was wrong with his mind, so he grabbed her and didn't let go.

"Okay, okay. This mirror looks quite valuable. It's a pity to throw it away. I'll give it to you!" It's not my own thing, so Murong Lingfeng doesn't feel sorry for sending it to you. What if it's really a curse, I'll send it out early to harm others. I've heard too many ghost stories, and the young master really can't love such things that are of unknown origin.

Song Xiao listened carefully to the car door, and turned his eyes to him, "Why did you learn to listen to the corner of the wall at such a young age? When your brother knew, he should say that you would not learn well with us!" God knows that his ears are so smart, and he never listens to inappropriately. If Song Ye puts off his big hat, he will be really unreasonable. "Okay, okay, listen to a few words. Be careful that the prince will be exposed to you in a while!"

Song Xiao also felt that it was meaningless after hearing this. "The two of them were still tense just now. It seems that they would start fighting if they had a disagreement. It's okay again after this. Brother Jin, Brother Ling, what do you mean by the prince? Do you want to fight?"

Chu Jin shook his head and sighed, "You said that my master is two months younger than you at the same age. Look at him, he has a profound knowledge of medical skills, and is proficient in magic. He accepted two disciples without any effort. He was about to marry and become the first princess of Southern Chu. Look at you, let alone not memorizing the "Ten Essays of Meiqin", why don't you even know some human instincts? Have you ever seen your godfather beat your godmother? He is willing to give up! Don't say that your wife hasn't been chased yet, it's not all a serious crime. Even if you marry her home seriously, you have to hold your treasure in your palm every day. Still want to beat you? How can you marry your wife in the future like this!"

"Then I won't marry you." Song Xiao really doesn't care, "I'll live a life with my brothers."

When Chu Jin heard this, he immediately pushed him far away, "Take it down, you can't marry a wife, don't drag me down. I still have my wife who planned to carry a beautiful family like a flower to the golden house to hide her beauty."

Before Song Xiao could turn to Di Ting, Di Ting turned his face first, "Don't look at me, our old Mu family is counting on me to pass on the incense."

Song Xiao turned his face aside in anger, "What good brothers are you lying... who are you?" Before Song Xiao finished speaking, he saw black shadows flashing in the woods. Song Xiao chased after him without saying a word.

Di Ting stopped the carriage, and Mo Ying and the other four came over behind him, "What's going on?"

Chu Jin spread his hands, "The child is starting to be restless again, so he's meddling in other people's business."

"Ha," Su Ying took a breath, "He still has a long memory after snatching hydrangea last time, causing such a big disaster?"

Feiying glanced at him, "You have a share in the snatching hydrangeas!"

Su Ying hurriedly gave in, "Good sister, I've changed it. Look how long it took for me to cause trouble!"

"Yes, I won't cause trouble and will report the death." Daimo put aside the blame.

"Sister, don't take such a bully." Suying pulled Daimo's sleeves flatteringly.

While speaking, Yun Mo led Murong Lingfeng out of the carriage, "Who is it?"

Di Ting shook his head, "I don't know, it shouldn't be an assassin. If it weren't for Song Xiao's appearance, it might have passed away long ago."

"That's not a good person either," said Su Ying. "Looking at him wearing a night-wearing suit in broad daylight and carrying a person on his shoulders, he is a kidnapper."

Chu Jin looked at the two of you and me who didn't know each other, "I still have the upper hand because I am carrying someone. Xiaoxiao is lazy and hasn't practiced well."

As a temporary master, Di Ting really couldn't bear to face. Seeing that his disciple was about to leave, thinking about the black face of Song Ye when he came back, Di Ting went forward to replace his disciple.

Song Xiao was so polite that he stood beside him and cheered for his acting master, "Brother Ling, attack him and beat him, don't let him run away!"

The more Di Ting beats, the more strange it feels. This person’s kung fu method is clearly learned by Mu Jiajia. Could it be that this person is his brother who has been separated for many years? I have never heard of it.

Xu Lian is also unlucky. He is well gone, but where do these people come from? These days, there are not many people meddling in other people's business nowadays, but meeting one is enough for you to suffer.

Xu Lian was not in love with the battle, but Di Ting and Song Xiao were not on the same level. He was at ease with Song Xiao, but when he compared it with Di Ting, he was at a disadvantage. What's more, he was carrying one on his shoulder, which made it even more inconvenient to move. Di Ting kicked Xu Lian's face with a flying leg, and Xu Lian stepped back while opening Di Ting's fist. Di Ting followed the situation and attacked him down the plate. Xu Lian was not prepared enough to slide out five or six meters, and the person carrying him on his shoulder also slipped down and fell to the ground.

Song Xiao was quick-witted at this time, and he held Zhao Yuanzhi's legs and pulled them into their camp.

Xu Lian's eyes swept over these people, at least four or five masters, and those who know the times are heroes, not to mention that these people don't look like bad people. He glanced at Zhao Yuanzhi, whose eyes were still closed, and turned around and ran away.

After saving Zhao Yuanzhi so many times, he has done his best. If he continues to fight, he will have to leave it here. At worst, let my father use the power of the official family to find him. Zhao Yuanzhi is not an important person, and he can't be lost.

Xu Lian threw Zhao Yuanzhi down, but Yun Mo and the others became a problem. Everyone looked at Song Xiao helplessly, "What did you bring him here for?"

"He...he is almost dead. Shouldn't we save him?" Song Xiao said with a righteous face.

"Who told you that he was about to die?" Murong Lingfeng didn't need to take action at this level. Chu Jin squatted down and looked at him, "He just slapped him in the back of his neck, and he could wake up in two or three hours."

"Then, that's why the man in black was uneasy just now. What if he wanted to kidnap him and blackmail him 100,000 taels of gold, and then his family couldn't take it out, and the man in black tore the ticket. Wouldn't we have lost our lives in vain?" Song Xiao said and gestured, speaking like a real thing.

Everyone looked at the child with a strange look on his face, and his imagination was a bit big, "Xiaoxiao, it's really a waste of talent if you don't write books."

"Okay." Yun Mo asked Di Ting, "Where is the place ahead?"

"There is less than ten miles ahead of Xuzhou Prefecture."

Yun Mo nodded, "Live in Xuzhou Prefecture today. This person is sent to the government office and let the yamen solve the problem."
Chapter completed!