The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

"She belongs to the emperor's grandson, so what if Guo Yunda knows? How dare he?" The house's tone was still protective of Ya Wushuang, and she felt that she would do that if Ya Wushuang didn't know.

Lan Xishu snorted coldly: "The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry. If the mastermind behind the scenes knows that Guo Yunda has shown his flaws, either Guo Yunda or Zhu Zhanji will be unlucky!"

"What do you mean?" The house turned to Lan Xishu and looked at Lan Xishu's unfathomable eyes with concern: "Brother! Guo Yunda has eaten the guts of a leopard."

"It's not just Guo Yunda, there are many people who have the idea of ​​changing the world. You don't understand the ambition of a man." Lan Xishu pinched the cheek of the house, which was cool and slippery. Seeing that the house was still frowning, he laughed, He took the house into his arms: "I only blame the current emperor's experience, which has inspired many people to move towards the throne. Don't you think the situation today is very similar to the situation before the Jingnan battle?"

"But who can compare with the Wentao and Wulue of King Yan at that time! King Han? King Zhao?" The house looked at the night sky with disdain.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is who can have the benevolent and virtuous government of the current prince." Lan Xishu liked that fat Zhu very much, and his adoptive father had the right vision, he was an emperor worth serving.

"It's a bit of a woman's benevolence." The house said the half of the sentence that Lan Xishu didn't say.

Lan Xishu laughed, Zhu Gaochi just lacked the decisiveness that an emperor should have. If he had half the methods of an emperor, how could King Zhao of Han have the guts to have two hearts? After all, in that case, Fatty Zhu would not be Zhu Gaochi. Big fat man.

"So, someone needs to do for him what he can't do and doesn't want to do, but he can't do it!"

"Ah! Brother! You've made me dizzy." The house giggled and shook his head coquettishly and rubbed his head against Lan Xishu's ear: "That means we'll be the villains, and he'll be the good ones! Isn't this just like singing? White face!"

Lan Xishu laughed.

Lan Xishu reckoned that Zhou Boyuan should go back home. Zhou Boyuan is Nanjing's Dinghai Shenzhen Golden Cudgel. Even if he doesn't move at all, it can deter the situation. He must be fine, his Gaotang parents are fine, so Lan Xishu decided to take a risk Warning, let Zhou Boyuan take precautions.

How can you achieve your goal without revealing your identity?

Lan Xishu felt worried.

Anonymous letter form?

Direct interview?

Writing with pens, inks, papers and inkstones is a distaste for writing Lan Xi's books.

Will Zhou Boyuan believe his own words?There are so many guards around him, maybe the punches and kicks are really killing the interest.

In a small restaurant, Lan Xishu easily found out about Zhou Boyuan's residence.

The Zhou Mansion in Yonghe Lane was heavily guarded. Compared with Guo Yunda's mansion, it was much more dignified. After all, it was the mansion of a third-rank official and a powerful figure. The Guangmen Building was twice as luxurious as an ordinary official mansion.

The big stone lions at the two town gates are shining under the light, and the dark blue leopard eyes and wide mouth are particularly ferocious.

The gate with copper nails was already closed, and the side door was ajar. A small correctional officer came out from the door to greet a guard. Someone helped him untie the horse from the horse post. The small correctional officer came out from the door to greet a guard. Holding a huge oiled paper envelope in his pocket, he looked at the official letter inside.

With an idea, Lan Xishu pulled the house to hide behind the wall: "This small school must be going to the gate of the yamen, so he is the only one."

The crisp sound of horseshoes guided Lan Xishu and the house through two or three alleys, and there was no time to waste. Lan Xishu jumped from an old tree by the side of the road at the intersection of Nobody's Dongfeng Street and threw down the young school on horseback. The house behind fell on the horse.

The speed of the horse is not fast, Lan Xishu's skill is very fast, and did not cause any harm to the small school at all, but before he could react under the shock, Lan Xishu gagged his mouth, held him hostage and quickly sank into the nearby tree shade.

"Shut up! You know the consequences!" Lan Xishu yelled lowly, he turned his face and saw the house-controlled horse walking slowly along the side of the road with the rein on.

The two house slaves passed by leisurely in a small sedan chair, never paying attention to the presence of people under the dark shade of the trees.

This small school was very cooperative, the sweat on Lan Xishu's forehead dripped onto Lan Xishu's fingers, and his legs were swinging. If Lan Xishu hadn't supported him with his knees, he would have slipped under the tree roots.

"Zhou Boyuan is at home, right?" Lan Xishu and the principal turned to the tree, and the old tree was very hidden against the tall courtyard wall.

Xiaoxiao nodded, looked at Lan Xishu and just nodded.

"I'm not a villain, I just want you to go back home and send a few words to Mr. Zhou. You must memorize the words I said word by word, and convey them truthfully without mistakes!"

"Woohoo!" The little principal nodded when he heard it was so simple.

"Someone has already set off overnight to your Master Zhou's hometown to harm his parents. He knows the consequences, and he has to think of a way! Don't waste time doubting and investigating my identity and motives, there is no delay! It's too late! My family and country are wrong!"

Xiao Xiao blinked his eyes and remained motionless, and when Lan Xishu let go, Xiao Xiao let out a sigh of relief.

"Remember! Just these few words! Go back immediately and report to you Master Zhou in secret!" After Lan Xishu finished speaking, he moved away and stuffed the oiled paper envelope into Xiaoxiao's arms. When they got out, the house had already dismounted, and the rein was thrown to meet him. The little principal got on the horse grumblingly, and the horse's head clamped the horse's head and let go of the rein.

Lan Xishu and the house did not leave quickly to go home, but returned to the vicinity of Zhou Boyuan's mansion without delay. He wanted to see how Zhou Boyuan responded to and arranged his own warnings. If he took it as a joke, it would be troublesome.

After about a meal, a team of 50 guards came out of the mansion in awe-inspiring manner. All of them were equipped with swords. The leader was a middle-aged man with a gentle and calm face. The man who looked like an old butler repeatedly warned in a low voice.

Lan Xishu heaved a sigh of relief.

With a low shout, he scrambled and quickly disappeared at the entrance of Yonghe Alley.

It was not a problem for the Nanjing guards to leave the city, and they had already seized the opportunity in terms of time. Lan Xishu was determined and quickly evacuated with the house.