The reason why Xiren said the word "bone-eviscerating steel knife" inexplicably.
One is because she doesn't know how to explain who Xiang Feiliu is.
Second, the words that the prince once said flashed through my mind.
"Xiang Feiliu is a bone-eliminating steel knife. No matter how hard the bone is, he has to chip it away."
Then the word fell out of her mouth.
As for whether she understood this sentence or not, she had only a partial understanding of it, but she knew that Xiang Feiliu was very powerful, and that was enough.
Tan Yun felt that Xiang Feiliu was not very good.
The sisters in the house all use swords and guns, and the few who use knives also use long knives, which look very handsome.
Only the maids in the kitchen know how to use boning knives.
It turned out that the prince had been waiting for a long time, but what he was waiting for was a cook.
Does the prince think that the food at the village is not delicious?
Fortunately, both of them were thinking secretly in their hearts, and Zhao Yan didn't know their true thoughts.
Otherwise, you must stay away from these two idiots to avoid being contaminated by stupidity.
But he still quite enjoyed being in Xiren's soft bosom.
Tan Yun was squeezing the prince's legs and talking about interesting things he collected from Xiaoyulou.
The boat followed the south wind and had a smooth journey.
On the deck, Li Mochou sat next to Wang Yuyan, watching her compare pieces of tortoise shells. He felt that this work was really boring and he didn't understand why she could do it with gusto.
When Mingyan brought tea and Wang Yuyan finally stopped working, she finally took the time to ask:
"Miss Wang, why do you take these tortoise shells with you when you go out? The writing on them is complicated and difficult to understand. What's the use of understanding it?"
Wang Yuyan smiled and explained.
"I don't like these things either. I have to trace the source word by word to clarify the meaning. If the two words before and after don't make sense, I still have to figure out the true meaning, which is very tiring."
"Then why did you..."
"But these are useful to Brother Yan. As long as Brother Yan needs them, Yan'er will like them."
Women want to please themselves, and the only person Wang Yuyan needs to please herself is Zhao Yan.
No matter what she does, she hopes to be the most needed person around Zhao Yan.
Reading and paraphrasing for him and translating ancient texts are her greatest abilities.
"is that so…"
Li Mochou felt a little sad.
She once fantasized about the beauty of two people being together, but after being severely shattered by reality, she no longer had any expectations for it.
Thinking of the master's instructions before sneaking out, he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"My master said that all men in the world are Hoshiro. Miss Wang has done so much for him. How do you know that he will not let you down in the future?"
As she spoke, she turned to look at Zhao Yan, who was lying between the two women with a squinting look on his face.
Thinking of her buttocks being slapped by him for two months, two rosy clouds immediately flew up to her cheeks.
Wang Yuyan also looked in her direction, but there was no trace of anger on her pretty face.
Instead, he said softly:
"Yuyan also heard Brother Yan talk about sister Mochou."
Li Mochou felt a little embarrassed when she was told something old and old, so she smiled vaguely.
"But Yu Yan doesn't agree with what the respected master said."
"In addition to Hoshi Yukiro, there are many men who are passionate and sincere."
"They can spend their whole lives with their loved ones, or they can live alone for their deceased loved ones."
"Sister, have you ever heard of the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"
Wang Yuyan originally planned to comfort Li Mochou, but as she was talking, she suddenly remembered the many love stories Zhao Yan had told her before, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.
"Never heard of it..."
"What about Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing?"
"Never..."
"Du Liniang and Liu Mengmei?"
"No!"
After asking three questions, Li Mochou almost buried his capital in his chest.
She suddenly felt that compared to Wang Yuyan, she was just a country girl who knew nothing except some martial arts.
"It doesn't matter. Sister, you might as well sleep with Yan'er tonight. I'll tell you everything."
Wang Yuyan held the back of Li Mochou's hand, her eyes bright.
Finally someone can listen to my story!
Although these poignant love stories were told by Zhao Yan, the girl's emotions did not know how many tears she had been deceived into.
She wanted to find someone to cry with and scolded the bad people in the story who ruined her marriage.
But the woman in the palace, Sister Yingying, didn't believe these stories at all.
Mingyan didn't shed tears after hearing this. Instead, Wang Yu cried loudly, and she had to comfort her carefully.
Banhe listened expressionlessly and left...
Tan Yun only likes to hear gossip and anecdotes.
Attack...
Forget it, she doesn't understand.
Wang Yuyan looked at Li Mochou as if she had found a treasure.
I have been hurt by love and am in a period of confusion.
Where can I find such good audience empathy?
"May I?"
Li Mochou was a little worried.
After all, I was still feeling ashamed just now.
"Of course, it just so happens that Yan'er doesn't want to sleep alone."
"Then...I'll come find you after dinner."
"good!"
……
……
Ming Dynasty.
Jinyiwei Yamen.
A Qianhu quickly walked into the command room.
He bowed and handed over a letter and said in a deep voice: "Sir, King Qi has left Feng."
Behind the large desk, a sturdy bearded man stood up suddenly after hearing this. It was Ji Gang, the commander of the Jin Yiwei.
"How was the trip?"
"My lord, we are going south. Judging from my subordinates, we should go to Jiaxing!"
Ji Gang's small eyes had a deceitful evil light, and his slightly black tongue licked his lower lip.
"Okay, continue to pay attention and report any news immediately!"
"I obey my orders."
After Qianhu received his orders, he did not leave.
Ji Gang saw that he still had something to say, and immediately asked:
"Anything else?"
"Sir...King Qi has restarted 'Withered Leaves', and Dongchang secret agents saw Xiang Feiliu in Kaifeng today."
There was some concern in his words.
That's the dead leaf that "if it doesn't sing, it will shock the world"...
Unexpectedly, Ji Gang laughed wildly, without any abnormality at all.
"Hahaha, how many people in this world still remember that withered leaf? Zhao Yan destroyed it himself, but it shouldn't be used again now!"
"Xiang Feiliu? I will definitely kill you with my own hands... completely tear this dead leaf apart!"
Qianhu was so frightened by this resentful roar that he swallowed his saliva and his heart beat rapidly.
He suddenly remembered a rumor...
It seems that we adults were once part of the "Dead Leaves".
……
……
East Factory.
In a dark room.
Several men dressed in Jianghu costumes stood in front of a low couch with a respectful attitude, as if they were listening to an edict.
On the low couch, a middle-aged man with a feminine appearance was leaning forward and playing with his two-inch-long sharp nails.
His eyes were lazy, sometimes closing gently and sometimes opening softly.
This person is Liu Jin, the owner of Dongchang Factory.
The room was quiet for a long time, then Liu Jin suddenly looked to the southwest, his eyes gleaming with light.
"Manufacturer...what's wrong?"
"Oh...it's nothing, it's just that the annoying spirit has finally returned from his wandering mind."
"In that case, can our plan start?"
One of the leading Jianghu people asked diligently.
Liu Jin stroked the back of his hand and said with satisfaction:
"Why do you need to ask our family about the affairs of your six major sects?"
"Yes, you are stupid and talk too much."
"Go down, our family will keep your thoughts in mind."
"Thank you Mr. Factory!"
Several people thanked him and slowly exited the room.
Liu Jin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stroking his hands and muttering to himself.
"How can it be so easy to have three cunning rabbits!"
