I, the King is a killer

Walking through the bamboo forest that can still survive in winter, looking at the snowflakes hanging on the bamboo leaves, Xiao Yun continued to walk forward.

Until you reach the flower field.

Looking at the past, it is a sea of flowers.

Why are there flowers in winter?

In fact, some of them are very special.

Here, it seems like an exhibition hall of special varieties, with everything. Most of them are flowers and plants that Xiao Yun can't name.

If you go in again, a little boy will come out from among the flowers and plants.

First, he smiled at Xiao Yun. The man in plain clothes vomited extraordinary.

"Say hello to sir. Sir, did you go to the wrong place, miss the road and enter the flowers by mistake? Will you lead the way in front of the villain and lead you out? I wonder where Sir is going? The garden has four exits, extending in all directions, but it's easy to get lost. "

Xiao Yun smiled and said, "I'm not lost. This is where I'm coming."

"Here? Who do you know well, sir, and do you have an invitation? "

Xiao Yun took out a scroll from his arms and unfolded it. It was an ink landscape painting the size of a fan. There was a red seal at the signature, which was eye-catching.

He found this picture in Zhao Wuji's home.

When I opened the roof, I saw a big package on the eaves. When I was found, I jumped down and took the package down directly and opened it secretly. Only then did I know that there was only such a picture inside.

They hid quietly on their bodies and were not found by others.

Even though the wine Taoist kept staring at Xiao Yun, he didn't see clearly that he made so many moves at the moment of his whereabouts!

As for this picture, he looked heavier than that pamphlet!

Now he took it out in front of the young man and even handed it up for him to see clearly.

The boy was obviously stunned.

Then close to his face, look carefully, then spit out the turbid air for a long time, smile bitterly, and say, "then... Sir, please follow me."

Xiao Yun smiled and followed him forward with a relaxed expression.

Through the flower garden, the front is the courtyard Pavilion, which looks very elegant.

There are white gauze floating, combined with the stream mist, as if it were a fairyland on earth.

In the middle, there is a pavilion, a man in white, sitting straight, drinking tea there.

There are several women around, busy.

"Sir, there are guests."

The boy stepped forward, twenty steps away and bowed his hands.

The man in white didn't turn back, but whispered, "didn't he say that he didn't see a guest?"

"Sir, the guest brought the picture."

The action of the man in white drinking tea was obviously stiff.

This makes the elegant and calm temperament condense.

After a few moments, he turned around and looked at Xiao Yun carefully.

At the same time, Xiao Yun was also looking at him.

In his early thirties, as a man, he looks really delicate, even with a trace of charm between his eyebrows and eyes. It's not that kind of publicity, but introverted.

Xiao Yun immediately drew a picture in his mind. If he wore women's clothes, he would be more beautiful than most women in the world.

The man in white looked for a while, then showed a gentle smiling face, leaned slightly and said, "Sir, please sit inside."

Xiao Yun nodded and walked up without saluting.

The mud left a clear footprints on the ground and indelible marks on the spotless mat.

Then he sat directly opposite the man in white, reached out his hand to pick up the teapot on the table, and drank fiercely with the teapot mouth.

The tea is warm, but not hot. At the beginning, it has a strong smell of meat, and even some cinnamon, but the aftertaste is melon and fruit aroma. It tastes sweet and lingers in the throat for a long time.

It's a good boiled tea.

"Ha..."

Spit out a hot breath, and Xiao Yun wiped his mouth happily.

At this time, he raised his head and looked at each other.

The man in white was not as angry as he thought. Instead, he looked at him with a smile and couldn't help smiling.

"Why laugh?"

Xiao Yun tilted his lips, much like looking for trouble.

The man in white shook his head, covered his mouth and smiled. Then he gently shook off his sleeves, bowed to Xiao Yun and whispered: "Sir, this move reminds me of a play. In the play, the princess of the defeated country was making tea in the high building with seven feet of green silk and bare feet. The general came in and left a scarlet footprint, just like sir, A pot of tea that took two hours to cook. "

Xiao Yun said with a smile, "that's an interesting story. It's about the war between the two countries?"

"No, the story is only about the wind and the moon."

"Ah?" Xiao Yun scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "it's an inappropriate story for children."

The man in white was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously, "why is it not suitable for children?"

But before Xiao Yun could answer, he burst out laughing, hurriedly covered his nose with his sleeves, spat softly, but nodded and said, "that's what I mean. It's exactly what Mr. said. It's the kind of story... Not suitable for children."

Xiao Yun tilted his head and asked, "what exactly is that about? That story. "

"The great general swept all over the country. The defeated Princess used herself as a chip to exchange the lives of the people of her hometown, but when she came to the great general's house, she was bullied."

"It was a tragedy."

"It's not, ah... A woman's life, like her, is wonderful."

Xiao Yun nodded.

Raised his head and looked at him again to confirm each other's gender issues.

I don't know how. From the beginning to the present, I watched his actions, tasted his words, and even the details... Anyway, he always gave Xiao Yun a feeling that he was actually a woman.

But really not!

Compared with Shangguan qinger's careless temperament, the man opposite is more like a woman, or he is more like a woman than most women in the world!

Originally, Xiao Yun would not ask about the plot of that shit story, but subconsciously, he wanted to talk to him again.

Sighed and shook his head.

Xiao Yun pulled his thoughts back.

He asked, "don't you wonder where Ben Shao found this painting?"

The man in white smiled and said, "this painting was made by pity, and only one was made. For some reasons, it was sent to the current supreme master. Now, sir, it's natural to get it from the Supreme Master."

"Oh?" Xiao Yun said with a smile, "then don't you ask, Ben Shao's identity?"

"The only holy product in the state of Qin today, a person who has no official position but can walk in Kyushu, who doesn't know? But I didn't expect that now the Xiao family is in great trouble, but Mr. Xiao himself came here and felt a little surprised. "

Xiao Yun narrowed his eyes.

In a few simple words, the other party has begun to show him his strength.

As for the identity of the other party, you can tell from the self assertion of the man in white.

Pity people.

What is pity?

The people of the state of Qin are fond of opera. Although they also like poetry, poetry and Fu, they are the stuff of literati after all. Only the people who don't know big characters account for the largest proportion.

Opera is the most prosperous and lively.

Between the square inch stage, there are all kinds of human beings for thousands of years.

But the singers are all inferior.

And it's lower than a peddler's pawn.

Female actors often have to sell their looks. Even if they don't want to make a living or even resist, they have to send themselves up obediently.

Men are equally cautious and step by step.

Even if some people come to protect and take care of them, they are just a plaything of powerful people. It's due to their temporary interest.

Therefore, actors always have the same status as brothel women.

Even those who finally get ahead and have a small position are worried that they will forget themselves. They also warn themselves not to forget their identity, so they call themselves pity people.

Pity people, actors.

In this world where people have to work hard for food and clothing twice a day, they are really poor people.