Girl, let me check it out.

Xiao Jin temporarily let go of her face and glared at her fiercely.

"No...don't know."

Xiaozhu answered weakly.

"Okay, you idiot Xiaozhu. You didn't know before, and you still don't know now! You said the same thing twice, right? You've grown up, and now you dare to fool even the young lady, right?"

Xiao Jin became even angrier and attacked again.

"Didn't you just learn a new way to braid your hair? Go home and braid one for the gatekeeper Da Huang. If you can't do it right, I'll feed you to Da Huang!"

"Woooo..."

……

Xie Lingwan was sitting in the carriage at this time, playing with a token in her hand thoughtfully.

Order from General Longxiang.

This is a third-rank military officer position with no military power under his command. It is just an honorary title granted to meritorious officials.

Normally, he does not have much power, and his deterrent effect on military officers is not even as strong as Xuan Zhongwei's Yanling Sword.

But this token is a little different now.

The current General Longxiang is Chenjun Duke Xie Mingren, a politician who has been active in the imperial political arena for more than 50 years and the head of the richest family at that time.

Although General Longxiang is just a relatively inconspicuous one among his many titles, it can also represent part of the Xie family's will.

He gave this token to Xie Lingwan, which shows how much he loves and values ​​his granddaughter.

The engagement between herself and Fang Weihan was arranged by her grandfather and the emperor.

What exactly does he mean?

Xie Lingwan could never guess the thoughts of the old man who smiled all day long like an old fox.

Xie Mingren has been in officialdom for more than fifty years and is one of only two older generation figures among the eight clan leaders today.

The other is Lu Tainian from the Fanyang Lu family, a super master at the peak of the sixth level of Mingwu and a great cultivator who has entered the realm of godhood. His lifespan cannot be generalized.

The cunning of such an old fox is so deep that it is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

Xie Lingwan could only roughly guess some of his thoughts from his ambiguous attitude in daily life.

He seemed to be waiting for an opportunity... or, waiting for an event to occur...

What exactly was the incident?

"Miss, we are here."

The maid's voice came from outside the car.

Xie Lingwan lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage with the help of her maid.

The sound of armor clattering could be heard, and countless soldiers looked at Xie Lingwan with hostile and wary eyes.

They could feel that the strength of this extremely beautiful young lady in front of them was far superior to theirs.

"Tell General Gao that Xie Lingwan from the Xie family of Chenjun wants to see you."

Facing the countless imperial guards who were on guard secretly and the half-drawn swords, the girl smiled slightly, as if she seemed unaware.

……

"Jiang Jiang, why did you think of sitting here with me today?"

Feng Xi, who was obviously a middle-aged man but already had gray hair, personally poured a cup of tea for Tao Yunjiang and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Feng, how have you been these days? I heard that you were seriously ill again two days ago."

Tao Yunjiang quickly took the teacup from Feng Xi and asked worriedly.

Feng Xi was an old and loyal subordinate of her grandfather. He had been under Tao Yan's command since the time when Tao Yan was stationed in Changyuan. He fought from Taihang to Hetao, from Mobei to Lingnan, and had fought for Tao Yan through life and death. He had made great military achievements and was deeply trusted by Tao Yan.

Now that he has returned to Changming to serve as the General of the Left Jinwu Guard, he can be considered to have repaid his life's military achievements.

"It's okay, it's just a minor illness. The deadly plague that my uncle contracted in Changyuan was much more serious than this, but in the end, nothing happened!"

Feng Xi waved his hand nonchalantly and laughed heartily.

"Don't worry, niece. I can still live for a few more decades. It's not impossible for me to follow Lord Tao to go on another expedition!"

"Please don't move. With all your hidden injuries..."

Tao Yunjiang said with some anger.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Feng Xi smiled and asked.

"You came to see me today, is there something?"

"After all, you're nowhere to be seen all day long, and you look very busy!"

"Are you going to do justice again?"

He asked jokingly, as if he meant something.

"Ahem, nothing happened."

Tao Yunjiang's cheeks turned slightly red, he coughed embarrassedly, and held the Qi Cang sword tightly uncomfortably.

"I came here this time because I really need your help with something."

Tao Yunjiang repeated to Feng Xi what Fang Weihan had asked her to do.

"Fire Worship ..."

When the gray-haired middle-aged general heard this word, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"You mean... you found a stronghold of the Fire God Cult?"

"Still in this outer city of Changming?"

Feng Xi asked in a deep voice.

Tao Yunjiang nodded slightly.

"no problem."

Feng Xi agreed immediately, his tone full of murderous intent.

"I have long disliked these ignorant beasts."

Chapter 100 I seem to have made him angry again

Back to Fang Weihan, before he went to the outer city area to meet up with Tao Yunjiang and Ji Gang, he first went back to the palace to briefly explain to Ning Bai that he would not be coming back to stay tonight, and then went around to the backyard.

"Old Zhao?"

Fang Weihan leaned forward and shouted.

No one responded.

"Old Zhao? Where are you?"

Fang Weihan looked around but did not see Mr. Zhao.

This is strange, could this old guy be going out drinking again?

"Here it is."

Mr. Zhao's voice came from below in front.

Fang Weihan walked over and saw that the pond in the backyard of the palace was empty, revealing the stone slabs and silt at the bottom of the pond.

"Good boy, Lao Zhao, you are really quick."

Fang Weihan was amazed and gave Master Zhao a thumbs up.

"I've long seen that you have the potential to be an emperor."

Mr. Zhao's face was covered in mud and water. He lay on the stone slab in a spread-eagle position, groaning weakly.

"I don't have the appearance of a great emperor."

He cursed weakly.

"I've been working on this all day, Lao Zhao, and my waist is almost broken."

Fang Weihan was already accustomed to seeing him like this.

Don’t be fooled by the miserable look this old man has now; he is just pretending.

The old guy is very cunning and has a very bad conscience.

"Go ask Ning Bai for money."

Fang Weihan waved his hand casually.

"Okay, I'll just wait for your words, Your Highness."

The old man who was lying on the ground like a dead man suddenly jumped up and disappeared excitedly.

It was as if the old man who was half buried in the ground just now was not him.

Fang Weihan jumped into the pond, with blood cushioning his feet, and landed lightly on the stone slab at the bottom of the pond.

He made a quick check but found no obvious entrance to the secret passage.

In addition to the silt, there are roots and stems of various plants, and there is also a fishy smell.

Come to think of it, how could a secret passage of this level be easily discovered?

Fang Weihan frowned and thought.

There were two ways in which he could think of the secret passage.

One is the formation, and the other is the mechanical technique.

However, there is no difference between these two things to Fang Weihan.

Because he doesn't know how.

He was a crude warrior who only knew how to chop people and be chopped.

"Tsk, it seems that we need to find some Tiangong array masters and Mozhe to take a look at this thing."

After thinking it over in his mind, he jumped out again.

The rest of the day is definitely too late.

After all, he has more important things to do in the evening and can't waste all his time here.

Fang Weihan changed into a light corset and rushed towards the outer city.

By the time he arrived at Ji Gang's temple in the outer city area, the sun had already set and night was about to fall.

Under the setting sun, the dirty streets of the outer city were crowded with beggars, small vendors, laborers and skinny children.

"Sir, please give me some money, sir..."

A beggar crawled to Fang Weihan's feet, grabbed his trouser leg and begged.

Ha, this lie can actually trick me?

He sneered in his heart.

Fang Weihan looked up at the sky and found that there was still some time before the time he had agreed with Ji Gang.

So he squatted down with great interest and asked with pretended curiosity:

"What's the problem?"

The beggar was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question.

But this expression only lasted for a moment, and then he burst into tears.

"Sir... my mother is seriously ill and is about to die. I have sold everything I could, but I still can't raise enough money to buy land for her burial... I really have no other choice."

"I hope you can have mercy on me!"

Before Fang Weihan could say anything, a small white hand stretched out from the side.

"for you."