Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

"Back then, when I was 11 years old, when I heard that my father had passed away, I thought the sky was falling.

In the past, I was the most naughty son in the Holy Land of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

When my father is around, I can laugh loudly, cry loudly, make trouble for no reason, and play tricks on everyone!

When my father passed away, when I was sad, I could only hide in the corner of the room and cry secretly.

I dare not cry in front of people, I dare not laugh loudly anymore, because I know that many people are waiting for me to make a fool of myself.

Those people were oppressed by my father in the past, and after my father's death, they will definitely take the opportunity to take revenge on me.

I can only live cautiously, using the identity of the 'Holy Son', to constantly protect myself, not to let myself get hurt, and not to embarrass my father! "

Listening to Lei Yufan's low-pitched narration, Wen Qian was also slightly moved.

The Holy Land of the Northern Wei Dynasty?

That should be a huge sect, and the internal relationship must be intricate.

She can imagine how an 11-year-old boy slowly learns to be self-reliant after losing his father, and how he persists tenaciously.

"Five years have passed, every time I mention my father, it's as if he is still alive and still by my side." Lei Yufan finished speaking with tears in his eyes.

He quickly took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and forced a smile: "Sorry, I lost my temper!"

"It's nothing. It's said that men don't cry easily, but they haven't reached the point of sadness. Even though such an accident happened, Lei Shengzi can still maintain his own nature and still be a sunny and loving 16-year-old boy. You are very good! Wen Qian looked at him appreciatively.

For a little boy in this world, losing his father is the same as losing a mother for a little girl in a patriarchal world.

The most rare thing is that this Lei Yufan has not been raised and has a heart of sincerity.

His handsome appearance is the same as his principled heart, which is rare in the world!
Lei Yufan shook his head lightly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sunshine has love? Haha, I also hope that I can laugh and cry wantonly, but I can't, because my identity as the Holy Son makes me want to Seeing people is three points cold."

Wen Qian said lightly: "But the status of the Holy Son is the best protection for you. Once you are not the Holy Son, your father's former enemies will definitely surround and kill you."

"That's right." Lei Yufan frowned, and said coldly: "When I was 15 years old, Fairy Guozhen, that is, Guojiu's mother, beheaded the group of traitors who killed my father!
She defended the majesty of the Holy Land of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and also avenged my father. I owe her this favor! "

Wen Qian was puzzled: "You want to get the lotus in the formation just to repay the favor?"

"Yes!"

Lei Yufan's face was determined, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes: "The Holy Land of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the interior is complicated. If it is a fairy, she... can't come here.

But she really wants the Ten Thousand Years Golden Lotus, so I must use this to repay the favor.

If you don't pay it back this time, it may increase to a hundred times or a thousand times in the future.

It may even ruin, ruin... my whole life, I don't want to procrastinate any longer. "

Speaking of this, Lei Yufan's handsome face showed a fragile expression, and he looked at Wen Qian sincerely: "Miss Wen, please help me!"

Wen Qian looked at Lei Yufan's pitiful and handsome face, and her eyes gradually softened.

After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Okay, I will help you."

"Miss Xie Wen." Lei Yufan stood up with tears in his eyes, his gratitude was beyond words.

Wen Qianxie smiled charmingly, and teased: "Don't be grateful to me, I was going to go to the core of the formation to take a look, maybe I can catch a leak!"

"Pfft!"

Lei Yufan laughed through his tears, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and looked at Wen Qian in disbelief: "You want to find treasures even at the early stage of Qi Refining Realm? I'm afraid you don't know how many people are willing to die for this ten thousand-year golden lotus." Come on, this is one of the main elixir for refining Yuanshou Pill."

"Hehe, there is no absolute in everything!" Seeing him smiling, Wen Qian looked solemn: "It's not too late, let's conquer the love flower tree now?"

"Okay." Lei Yufan nodded with a smile.

"Go!" Wen Qian stepped out of the big tent, and Lei Yufan walked beside her.

Seeing Shengzi and Wen Qian walking out of the tent with smiles on their faces, Hong Luan and Mo Xue knew that things had turned around, and their worries were half relieved.

But she didn't get an affirmative answer, and she couldn't let go completely, so Hongluan walked up quickly and said with concern: "Son, did Miss Wen agree to help?"

"Well, Ms. Wen not only promised to help me get rid of this prison hall, but also promised to help me get the Ten Thousand Years Golden Lotus. To show your sincerity, you must take the initiative to help her get all the immortal cultivation resources that Ms. Wen can use. But when there is danger , just do what you can.”

With a faint smile on Lei Yufan's face, he took out four top-quality spirit stones from the space bracelet on his wrist and handed them in front of the two of them: "This is for you, when you return to the Holy Land, my Holy Son There is another reward."

"Thank you Shengzi." While Hong Luan and Mo Xue showed joy in their eyes, their loyalty to Shengzi deepened.

Just because the Holy Son was generous to them and at the same time cared about their safety.

Such a good master, he should follow with his life.

After Hongluan and Mo Xue took the top-grade spirit stone, they turned around and cupped their hands at Wen Qian: "Miss Wen, if you have anything to do in the formation, you can tell me Hongluan."

"Miss Wen, you can also tell me, Mo Xue."

"Okay, thank you both." Wen Qian smiled, then turned to look at Chang Sheng: "Eunuch Chang, go and invite Mr. Gan and Mo Xuan here."

"Yes." Chang Sheng took the order and walked towards the army at the corner of the hall.

Soon Chang Sheng led Mo Xuan and Young Master Gan back.

Mo Xuan knew that Wen Qian was closer to Young Master Gan, and if he wanted to get into His Highness's heart, he had to take the initiative.

Seeing Wen Qian, Mo Xuan smiled shyly, and spoke first: "Your Highness, are you looking for me?"

"En." Wen Qian responded softly, and ordered to the two of them: "Mo Xuan, you stay where you are and prepare for the army. Mr. Gan, follow me to the mural and subdue the love tree."

"Yes." Mo Xuan and Mr. Gan took orders at the same time.

Wen Qian led everyone to the mural and looked at the love tree on the mural.

The whole tree is only half a meter high, with blue light emitting from top to bottom, very beautiful, the leaves on the tree are oval, tightly attached to the branches, as if to isolate all sound sources from approaching.

With just one glance, Wen Qian could tell that the love flower tree was in a very bad state, basically irritable and forbearing to the extreme.

It should be that what Hongluan and Mo Xue talked for two days and two nights earlier stimulated it and made it repulsive.

Fortunately, Lei Yufan didn't try it himself, and even his story couldn't impress Qinghuashu.

This love flower tree should be angry, it is angry, I am afraid that everyone in the hall will be trapped by love, be blinded by love, only half of the people can survive.

Seeing that Wen Qian was looking at the mural without making a sound, Lei Yufan couldn't help asking, "Miss Wen, what method do you want to use to make the love tree bloom?"

Wen Qian spit out two words without thinking: "Sing."

"Sing?"

Lei Yufan was startled, and looked at Wen Qian strangely: "You can also sing? Isn't this a hobby of men?"

"Hehe, who stipulated that women can't have this hobby?" Wen asked with a smile.

Lei Yufan was stunned for a moment, only to realize that his words were too abrupt, he quickly shook his head and explained: "Is that so, it's because I rarely see it so strange."

Wen Qian ignored Lei Yufan, turned to look at the stern and indifferent Mr. Gan, and said politely: "Mr. Gan, can you use the 'Yuping Liandi' to accompany me? This way, it will resonate with the love tree faster! "

'Yuping Liandi' This is still in the world of the book, Wen Cheng, the first subordinate of the same clan who was subdued, told her, and she was still Wen Gan at that time.

I searched all over Wen's house, and Wen's small courtyard in the town, but I couldn't find the 'Yuping Liandi' of Mr. Gan (Wen Gan).

When she fought against him for control of his body, she clearly saw the imprint of a green flute on his forehead.

Now that I think about it, the weakest flute should be a magic weapon, so it can be taken away by the soul of Mr. Gan.