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Li Mumu smiled. Sure enough, he would be very happy if someone said nice things to him. Even a saint could not avoid this.

"You asked him not to take my parents out, but to just follow them closely. If possible, then find out who sent the person who took my parents away." Li Mumu said, "Although there are some guesses , but it’s better to be sure.”

"Yes." Yao Xingcai responded.

"In addition, you can arrange for someone to go over and bring that scholar." Li Mumu said.

"Yes."

Li Mumu had no other instructions, so Yao Xingcai left first.

As the saint's holy birthday approaches, missions from various countries also arrive one after another.

This time the battle was bigger than the last time the Turks came to negotiate peace.

The western suburbs camp where Gu Shangqing is located, and the eastern suburbs camp where General Monk is located, are all on standby to protect the safety of the capital and prevent any accidents from happening to the diplomatic missions of various countries in the capital.

Finally, the Turkic mission also entered Beijing.

Li Zhiyin also saw it, but he only saw it and recognized it.

"Isn't he as much of a male ghost who harms others but also helps them?" Su Zhi'er smiled, "You must believe in some ghosts and gods. Besides, you know him, so it's just him."

If the other party wanted to spread the news widely through the storyteller and make people guess that the man possessed by the male ghost was Li Zhiyin, they would have made a mistake.

Although his appearance is broken, at a glance, he is still a handsome man.

After all, the missions from various countries have not arrived yet.

"The storyteller ended by saying that the time between that story and the arrival of the Turkic mission was so close that it is hard to believe that it was a coincidence." Fan Fei said forcefully.

But whether they are ordinary people or customers who often go out to eat outside the restaurant, Li Zhiyin is actually not very unfamiliar to them.

"If he is true, he would have taken you in long ago, why should he wait until now?" Mrs. Shang said with a smile, "He shouldn't think about what he doesn't have, he should think about what to do."

Li Mumu hurriedly led Gu Wu to see Fan Feiqiang.

There are less than seven days left before the saint's holy birthday, and the envoys from various countries have not yet arrived.

Others are strangers and know about Li Zhiyin.

Every time a delegation passed by the street to see the peaceful people of Xiaoxi, they would always make a comment.

Fan Feiqiang nodded, "You don't believe it, and no one has gone to check it yet. If the other party really has no move, it should be obvious very soon."

The body is a small seven-square soft seat, and the lower head is a translucent white gauze curtain like a window curtain.

That time the Turks carried a sedan chair that looked like a tent.

"Has he asked this storyteller who ordered him?" Su Zhi'er asked.

Li Zhiyin and others were watching from the eighth floor where Wangyou was resting.

So when I heard what Mr. Shu said, I could immediately tell that the other person was talking about Li Zhiyin.

"You're talking nonsense!" The soldiers without Turks understood, and said in Xiao Xi's words, "That's your holy man! All ten cities will be replaced!"

"He should be careful that you cause trouble during the saint's holy life." Although there is no evidence yet, everyone firmly believes that Fan Feiqiang has nothing to do with it.

It’s just that the next time the Eighth Princess rides on a sedan chair, you will see the same face as the Eighth Princess through the gap in the curtains of the sedan chair blown open by the wind.

Li Zhiyin first smiled and asked: "Are they afraid that you are really possessed by a male ghost?"

Finally, the day came when Turks came to Xiaoxi.

Everyone else was counting the days until the saint celebrated his holy birthday. It should be such a quiet day, but Li Zhiyin was not thinking about when the other party planned to take action.

The people watching the silence below were talking a lot.

That day, Gu Wu, who was sent by Fan Feiqiang, also came back.

Look what these missions brought this time.

You can see people wearing all kinds of clothes and looking different walking down the street.

Every time a delegation comes to Beijing, the people in the capital will come out to watch the excitement.

Is that Yao Xingcai?

"There was a delegation yesterday, and there seemed to be a group of dancers in the team. They were really dressed... tsk tsk, their arms and waist were all exposed. It's indecent, it's indecent!"

But Mrs. Shang, you know how Li Zhiyin made his fortune, and you also know Fan Feiqiang's entanglement with Gu Shangqing.

"If you tell me, the Turks are really decent, but after losing money, they always say that we are brave and good at fighting, and that we are so scary, like wolves and eagles. What's the result? When we come to discuss peace, we even give away men. What a shame. us."

The person you have always interacted with is the current Li Zhiyin.

"If the other party just wants to use storytelling to make a hint," Mrs. Shang said, "there must be no way forward."

"Mumu, this story has been circulating in Beijing recently..." Mrs. Shang also heard what the teahouse storyteller said.

In this case, there must be no other way forward.

The Turkic team was longer than that of other countries and looked more spectacular.

"When the Turks can use you, they respect you as a holy man. When they can use you, you will be a prisoner. I just know how long you can make up these lies and how long you can deceive the Turks." ." Guo Liyan sighed.

Fan Feiqiang almost said it directly, even if Li Zhiyin was really possessed by something, you would still care.

"I remember that ten years ago, during the saint's birthday, the scene was also so big. A small country brought a golden statue of the saint over, and it was golden."

A man wearing a veil sits in it.

Even though Li Zhiyin's current business is small, and he is a county magistrate, his reputation is also quite low.

"Yes, some countries donated a dance troupe as a financial tribute. I heard it was very beautiful."

"After all, people who are strangers to him will simply think that it is him." Mrs. Shang said.

"Is it possible that it will be given to a saint again?"

"Then go up, there are not many beautiful men in Turks who can't be sent away!"

"Yes, the Yao Xingcai we will meet in the future has always been arrogant. If he really wanted to feel proud, he would definitely be like that now."

The capital city today is even quieter than when the Turks came later.

"Last time the Turks came to discuss peace, they left a princess with us. Did they know that we came that time and what would we bring?"

Some of them are eating a lot, and some of them are buying some beautiful gadgets.

"Who carried it that time?"

"Look at Yao Xingcai, he understands his situation." Zhang Qihui said, "Look at you now, are you not a puppet on strings? You are sitting under the puppet with grace, but you don't show anything at all. The scenery?”

Li Zhiyin nodded.

"Then Yao Xingcai, the evil magistrate's daughter is doing it, step by step, he has made himself what he is now." Guo Liyan shook her head, "It sounds bad to say that he is a Turkic saint, but that saint was also raised by Turks for you. The Turks have no freedom at all. My parents and family are still here, but if I am far away from my homeland, I am just a puppet of the Turks."

You all know how Yao Xing became a Turkic saint.

"Yes, we women have lost the war, and it is really shameful to ask men to be the tool for peace!"