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Ji Yuetang honestly began to read the complaint, he was not unhappy, but Meng Qiqi interrupted him halfway, asking: "How many pages did you write?"

Ji Yuetang counted and replied, "Ten pages."

Meng Qiqi's head was full of thoughts, and he almost fell asleep. He couldn't imagine how he could write these ten pages overnight.

Are you sick?

"Stop reading, sit down and drink with me." Meng Qiqi poured him the wine himself.

But Ji Yuetang shook his head and refused, saying: "Master said, students can't drink alcohol. What's more, it's still Shishi, drinking alcohol can hurt your health."

Meng Qiqi: "Your master didn't teach you, do you have to listen to what your elders say?"

Ji Yuetang shook her head and said, "Master said, don't listen to one side and believe one side."

Meng Qiqi raised her eyebrows, drank the wine by herself, and didn't bother herself.

But after a while, Meng Qiqisan drank three glasses of wine, his expression became more lazy, but his eyes became clearer.Ji Yuetang watched silently from the side, resisting not speaking.

In a blink of an eye, Meng Qiqi drank another glass of wine, leaned against the table to meet Ji Yuetang's disapproving gaze, swung the glass, and said, "My master nephew is very strict, let's drink a few more while he's not around."

The time for a jug of wine flew by.

The door of the private room was not closed, and the voices from upstairs and downstairs passed into their ears unimpeded. After a while, Ji Yuetang heard something special.

"I heard that the son of the Lin family is dead!"

"There's blood all over my neck, I was on Sajin Street this morning, and I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Yes, it is said that the two sides fought, and the head of that adult was broken..."

"It is said that the gate of the Princess Mansion is still closed. I heard from Zhao Si, the beggar leader in the east of the city, that he saw a big carriage taking His Highness out of the city this morning, so he went to the Moon-watching Temple outside the city!"

"Who are you saying that the Holy One is trying to protect with this will?"

"Shh, you don't want to die!"

"..."

The gossip in the market is always so unreliable.Some said that this one was dead, that one was dismembered, and what's more, the rumor spread that Her Royal Highness Princess was sent to a nunnery to become a monk.

Continue to listen, there are people talking about Meng Qiqi.

"Didn't the fairy from the Jiange say yesterday that Baolin's family is not dead? Now one of them is dead. It is said that he is still hiding in the inn."

"is not that right……"

"I don't think that Xianjun is a powerful character, but he is a shrinking turtle!"

"It had nothing to do with him, did it?"

"But isn't he a descendant of the great warrior from Heng Zhou?"

"It turned out to be a descendant of Zhou Daxia, that's incredible!"

"Hero Zhou is a first-class hero, this guy knows it all!"

"But do you think this descendant is too useless?"

"..."

Ji Yuetang listened attentively, and raised her eyes to look at Meng Qiqi, but saw that he was still calm and untroubled by the gossip outside.Ji Yuetang asked curiously, "Is Mr. Lin really dead?"

Meng Qiqi asked back: "You pointed out this road to him, what do you think?"

Ji Yuetang shook her head and said, "I just asked him to come to you, not to seek death."

"Little scholar, there's a reason you don't understand—looking for me is tantamount to looking for death." Meng Qiqi smiled slightly and stood up slowly.

"No." Ji Yuetang looked into Meng Qiqi's eyes with a firm gaze.

"You have confidence in me, come with me." Meng Qiqi walked out of the door, regardless of what the people outside were talking about him, he just walked in such an open and dignified manner, walking at a leisurely pace. Step by step, with a calm expression, he walked through the corridor and down the stairs.

The Baihualou, which is full of guests, seems to have passed from spring to winter all at once.

All the voices stopped abruptly, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, what's more, after being swept by Meng Qiqi's indifferent eyes, their faces turned red.

As for Meng Qiqi, he walked away without saying a word.

Ji Yuetang strode to keep up, and asked: "Does Xianjun not mind what they say about you?"

Meng Qiqi turned to look at him and said, "I mind."

"But why did you leave like this?" Ji Yuetang asked again, he didn't think Meng Qiqi was such a calm person.

"You don't understand this. It looks like you are lucky. You have never been caught by the Lord when you speak ill of others behind your back." Meng Qiqi said.

"I never speak ill of people behind their backs." After Ji Yuetang finished speaking, he thought about it and added: "What I say is the truth."

Meng Qiqi smiled, "You are not a Buddha."

Ji Yuetang raised her head and asked, "Is everything the Buddha said correct?"

"It's not entirely true." Meng Qiqi paused, and said, "At least he was wrong when he said that you can't eat meat."

Ji Yuetang: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines?"

Meng Qiqi: "The Buddha kept it in his heart."

The two looked at each other and finally found a common point between them.

A while later, Meng Qiqi brought Ji Yuetang to a place called "Hanxuan".This place is not far from Xilin Academy, separated by about three or four streets, there is water flowing behind the phoenix house in front of the house, the door is wide open, but there is no concierge.

"Hanxuan Poetry Club." Although Ji Yuetang has not been in Shenjing for a long time, he has heard of this place.

"You know?" Meng Qiqi asked.

"Students in Shenjing know that Hanxuan Poetry Club is a place that many scholars yearn to join. It is said that when His Majesty was still the crown prince, the prince and Taifu at that time was a member of the poetry club, and he also went out of our Xilin Academy. This Hanxuan Poetry Club Although the threshold for the club is extremely high, it only depends on talent and learning regardless of background. Even the door of this poetry club is open every day without half a concierge. It's just that the Hanxuan Poetry Club is too highly praised, and all the members are so prosperous that ordinary students can do nothing for them. It's deterring." Ji Yuetang said.

Hearing this, Meng Qiqi looked up at the word "Hanxuan" on the plaque at the gate, and couldn't help moving her fingers behind her back.

"Aren't we going to take care of the Lin family? What are you doing here?" Ji Yuetang asked.

"About the Lin family? I came here to solve the Lin family's affairs." Meng Qiqi said.

"But this is not the Defense Department, nor the Princess Mansion." Ji Yuetang stated the facts calmly.

"Can you guide the Lin family to find me, can't you see the real trick behind the Lin family?" Meng Qiqi walked towards Han Xuan while talking.

Ji Yuetang followed, and said: "I really didn't expect them to drag their families to find the inn."

Meng Qiqi turned her head and said, "Then I'll test you. Do you think Miss Lin is dead or alive at this moment?"

Ji Yuetang was slightly stunned. At this time, they had walked along the gravel path to the depths of the Hanxuan Pavilion, walked around a small pond, and saw a few figures enjoying flowers and reciting poems in the octagonal pavilion by the rockery.

The other party also found them, and immediately a person dressed as a servant came hurriedly from the pavilion.

Ji Yuetang looked at it and thought for a moment, then said, "I think Miss Lin should still be alive."

Meng Qiqi asked again: "What about Mr. Lin?"

Ji Yuetang was slightly stunned, then immediately thought of a possibility, and said, "I think Young Master Lin is still alive, so you are in no hurry, Xianjun."

"Yeah, but I'm not happy at all." Meng Qiqi looked at the servant in front of her, glanced at the guards hiding in the dark from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help moving her fingers again, saying: "They Now that you've brought me in, you have to play according to the rules of our Jiange."

"What are the rules of Gushan Jiange?" Ji Yuetang asked curiously.

"One word—straight." Meng Qiqi's right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and Yuanli had circulated through the meridians for a circle, attaching the sword body from the palm.He didn't cover it up, so dozens of guards hiding in the dark or in the light responded one after another, and the young man who came to ask questions also stopped vigilantly about ten steps away.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" The servant scolded vigilantly.

Meng Qiqi ignored him, turned her head and explained to Ji Yuetang: "Actually, it can be summed up in two words more simply. What Zhou Ziheng said before was-hit him."

Ji Yuetang couldn't help laughing, and said: "If I'm not mistaken, the one in the pavilion is His Highness the Second Prince. He has been in poor health since he was a child, and His Majesty dotes on him very much."

"Then we have to beat him even more. If he dies tomorrow, I can't chase after Lord Yan to beat him. Our Gushan Jiange is the most moral. We never remember overnight revenge. Today's revenge must be reported today." Said. Then, Meng Qiqi scanned the surroundings with smiling eyes, and said, "It's mine to kill."

Unexpectedly, under Meng Qiqi's domineering declaration, Ji Yuetang quickly took a step back.

Meng Qiqi raised his eyebrows, and he spread his hands and said, "I can't beat you, Xianjun, I'm only nine years old."

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva only believed in you when you were nine years old.

At the same time, there was still a crowd of people outside the Lucky Inn.There are many people, but not crowded, not noisy.

Chen Boyan's sword fence reappears. Behind the sword fence is a table, and behind the table sits an elegant young man. At this moment, he is holding a pen to write on paper, and from time to time he raises his head and talks gently to the person opposite.

He said: "It's actually not difficult, you only need to swear an oath."

"This..." The man on the opposite side was very hesitant, facing Shen Qingya's smile, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The oath that Shen Qingya made him swear was very simple, there was only one sentence - everything I said was the truth.

Otherwise, the fence of swords between the two of them would rise from the ground and cut them into pieces in an instant.Of course, Shen Qingya told everyone kindly that they would guarantee everyone's personal safety, and even if someone triggered Jianli's attack, they would save them in time.

This trick was thought up by Meng Qiqi, it's bad but useful.

Shen Qingya sat here for a long time, but no one dared to come forward to complain.

This made Shen Qingya a little surprised, but also a little disappointed. He thought that among so many people, there were always one or two who were really wronged.It seems that Meng Qiqi was right again, people who really have grievances are often filled with a mouthful of branding iron by reality, which scalds their throats.The ones that barked the loudest were all biting dogs.