Fairy, I really am a villain!

"..."

Looking up at him, Shuanghua stood still, while the rest of his confidants advised: "Prince, the master has told you to be more obedient during this period..." "Don't make me say it a second time!!"

Soon, a luxurious carriage appeared in front of the mansion and went straight to the palace.

All I can say is that Yang Tianxiu is still very perceptive.

After suffering such a huge loss and with limited intelligence, I still realized that someone was behind the scenes.

If he didn't do something, it wouldn't matter if Yang Dang was a giant, but he himself would definitely be crushed.

Those letters that Fang Xiwen sent to various places were all passed through Li Muyu and then transmitted through the Yun family's channels. It was extremely difficult to intercept them in the middle.

In addition to sending the two Tiannan swords to Yiling, he also sent letters to Xuanxiao Sect, Shaolin Temple and other other righteous sects. The content of the letters was similar, just inviting them to watch a "fireworks" after the New Year.

In fact, if the sects were sharp enough, they would have found some clues from the imperial decrees: for example, the ferry proposal that should have been shelved was brought up again by the cabinet, for example, several officials who had grievances with the sects were sent north to inspect the salt, for example, the children of the imperial clan were asked to participate in the Righteous Competition, etc.

They are essentially the same, and are all signals of taking action against local sects.

As for whether he just wanted to cut flesh to heal the wound or really wanted to give a ruthless blow, no one could control his thoughts except the current saint and the cabinet members.

~~

In Shendu, on the official road not far from Sanshou Mountain, a group of escorts were marching quickly.

The cargo on the cart was quite diverse, including freshly picked mountain products, some silks, spices and the like. The horses were so tired from the long journey that their tails were drooping.

"Xiao Si, what do you think happened to the Yang's Chamber of Commerce recently? They were so urgent before, but now they have changed their ways?"

The burly man at the head looked at the carriages and horses in the distance and couldn't help smacking his lips. "It's really strange. In the past, more than half of them were flying the Yang family's flag, but now only half of them are left?"

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

The dwarf called Xiao Si pulled his arm and whispered, "Even if something really happened, it's not something we can know about."

He was also a little confused.

In the past, people from the Yang Chamber of Commerce would set up checkpoints at ferry crossings, docks, and road crossings, under the pretext of checking for contraband goods, but in reality they did so in order to extort money.

Things that can be transported without paying cannot be transported, and things that cannot be transported after paying can be transported. The bottom line is very flexible.

But recently they have become much more restrained. On this road alone, one can see colorful flags of "Wang", "Shi" and even some other small chambers of commerce.

"What are you afraid of? As long as we get the upper hand, that's all!"

The burly man was very happy. He rode his horse forward for a while. He happened to see an old man in white squatting on the side of the road. He shouted, "Old man, are you in a hurry to go to the toilet? How about I give you a ride?"

Hearing this, the old man raised his head, his face was simple, he looked at his tall horse and smiled: "According to your young man's ability to bounce, I'm afraid you won't be able to last halfway."

"Hahaha! It's okay, it's okay. My brother is watching the carriage from behind. There's still room..." The man paused and said, "Old man, how long can you endure this? You won't fill up the carriage with us, will you?"

"..." The old man fell silent, "I appreciate your kindness."

As the man's eyes blurred, the old man disappeared without a trace.

Not long after, a loud "bang" was heard in the capital, as if a dragon had turned over, and the whole city shook noticeably.

Fang Xiwen, who was sitting at the desk, felt the vibration. His hands were shaking and he wrote a typo. He couldn't help but look out the window.

One could see the demon-slaying array pattern covering the sky protruding slightly, with ripples forming on it like water waves, and then calming down as if nothing had happened.

Then, the figure of Shen Lian, the chief detective of the Six Gates, flashed high into the sky with a look of doubt on his face.

As the actual controller of the Nine Dragon Seal, he keenly noticed that the Demon-Slaying Formation had stopped working for a moment.

It wasn't just a part of the machine, it was the entire formation, just like inserting a wooden stick between many meshing gears, causing the entire machine to stop.

The feeling was fleeting, but it definitely happened.

"Humph."

Shen Lian's divine sense swept back and forth over the Divine Capital except for a few marquis' mansions, but found nothing and could only snort coldly.

Although I don’t know who this old immortal is, if he really dares to mess around here, even his Dharma body will be killed!

~~

official way.

"Xiao Si, I met the God of Land!" The man seemed very excited.

"what?"

"I caught him going to the bathroom and wanted to give him a ride, but he seemed to be unable to hold it in."

"?"

"Didn't you hear that? That was a huge fart!"

Chapter 379 Let's go to the night market together

There is no curfew in the city of God, and the nightlife is quite rich, with many places to go.

One is the area on the east side, where the best restaurants, brothels, and music schools are all located. Brothels like Huarui Tower, which are twelve stories high and very upscale, are brightly lit all night long. The price of a girl ranges from a few dozen taels to hundreds of taels, and only princes and nobles can afford it.

The second is the southwest corner, where ordinary people go. Most of the shops are connected, and they look very ordinary during the day, with only antiques, rouge and powder on the stalls.

At night, the nearby brothels would become lively, with various magic shows, crosstalk, operas and other performances taking turns to perform, and it was really crowded with people at that time.

The imperial capital is covered with moonlit lantern hills, and the narrow thoroughfares are covered with fragrant chariots and treasures.

In the dim light from the eaves, Fang Qingxiao handed over her slender hand, and said as if it was a matter of course, "Hold my hand."

"Ah."

Without further complaint, Fang Xiwen gently took her hand and turned around. Wang Ningzhu, who was wearing a red fishtail dress, looked at her unfriendlyly.

Today I went out to the night market with my sister and Miss Wang.

As for why Jiang Xingchu refused to come, perhaps it was because he had gone a little too far when bullying her that day - but Fang Xiwen was not sure - because she looked like she was enjoying it at the time.

Saying things like "I knew you were lusting after my legs...", "Pervert, hooligan, lecher... Wow, you're really excited when I scold you..." and so on.

But when they met again the next day, the Saint Lady looked ashamed and angry. She walked away with a red face when she saw him, and she said she was not feeling well and did not want to come tonight.

"Ningzhu, hold hands~"

Following suit, Fang Xiwen tried to hold her hand again.

And when he saw that the two were really just holding hands together, Wang Ningzhu then put his palm close to hers and gently clasped them.

Then her sleeves fell, covering their clasped hands, which was her silent protest against this behavior.

If Fang Xiwen only held her hand, Wang Ningzhu would never do that even if the situation was embarrassing.

"Why are you so close to her?"

Pulling his hand under the light, Fang Qingxiao looked at it for a while, then suddenly realized, "It will be harder to break free, so that's why."

As she spoke, she pried open Fang Xiwen's fingers one by one, turned them a little, and put them up.

"Fang Qingxiao, this is the way a couple hold hands, do you think it's appropriate?" Wang Ningzhu asked, emphasizing his tone.

"Are you a couple?"

"In the future."

"That is to say, you and Xiwen are not a family yet, but he and I are. There's no reason why you can but I can't."

"How can you say that—" "Okay, let's go shopping. We need to bring back gifts. It will be troublesome if the night market closes later."

He laughed and led the two of them forward, while at the same time a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Fang Xiwen’s dream is just like his business card, he wants to be the “head of the family” and have “authority”: But look at what he has done during this period of time?

He lived like a neighborhood auntie, taking the blame, comforting, and mediating... He had to put on a smile for everyone, living in fear and always on guard against a fight between them.

From this perspective, Jiang Xingchu is actually the least worrying one, because she can't beat anyone, so she won't choose to use force.

...How did it become like this?

~~

When you walk into the brothel, you can see many people gathered around a stage where magic tricks are being performed.

The pillar of the stage was a chubby, short man with short hair and tight clothes, with several jars of wine on the ground in front of him.

He smashed the wine jar with a bang, scooped a few spoonfuls of wine into his mouth with the broken pieces, then puffed up his cheeks like a toad and blew a long breath towards the torch.

call!

A fireball bigger than the head was blown out, and the flames could almost lick the clothes of the audience below, which attracted a burst of loud cheers.

"Good work!"

"One more, one more!"

The people were very enthusiastic and all kinds of copper coins and silver were thrown on the stage. Then a clever child came out with a basin to pick them up, and the man bowed repeatedly to the crowd.

Turning his head, Fang Qingxiao's pretty face looked even brighter in the firelight. When she saw him looking at her, she blinked and said, "How magical."

"Is this amazing?" Fang Xiwen lowered his voice to avoid upsetting others, and said with a smile: "I can produce a fire force twice as strong as his."

"That's your martial arts technique, and this guy has no cultivation." Fang Qingxiao squeezed his hand, looking like, "Don't try to fool me."

"The fact that wine can be ignited by fire has nothing to do with cultivation," Wang Ningzhu also heard the conversation between the two and pointed at the stage in disbelief, "You don't even know this?"

"do not know."

"When marching, sprinkle wine on the torches wrapped with cloth. Once lit, it can burn for a long time. It is often used when guarding the camp or raiding at night."

"Why light a good drink?"

"Because we need to light a fire to see clearly at night so that we can move."

"My eyes have been opened."

"There are so many people in the army, not all of them can be smart," Wang Ningzhu said patiently, "This can also prevent accidental injuries to our own people."

"Oh."

Although he said so, Fang Qingxiao still kept staring at the stage, turning his head to look at him from time to time, "How magical."

"Sister, you don't want to try it, do you?"

"think."