The rules of survival of the magic stick

Lin An stood outside the gauze tent for a long time, looking at the hazy and peaceful figure inside the gauze tent, slowly clenched his fists, bit his lip, wanted to lift his foot and take another step forward, but finally remained still on the spot.

The figure is in a trance, blurry like a dream, if you don't look carefully, you can't see the gentle rise and fall of the chest of the person inside with the breathing.

She paused outside for a few seconds, finally turned around, and sighed: "Let's go, don't disturb Miss Ying's dream."

Lin An came out from the right wing and returned to the main hall, asked the old prime minister carefully about Ying Rumeng's condition, and then left.

After leaving the prime minister's mansion, the sun was just right.

It is just enough to break through the dark clouds, pour down little by little, condense into precious and nothingness gold in the air, and form spots of light on the wall and the ground through the leaves intertwined with light and shadow.

She pushed away the servant who was about to come forward to open the umbrella, slowly took off the armor and threw it on the carriage, refused the servant's support, covered her forehead with her hand, the thick makeup on her face made her feel a little uncomfortable, she slightly Squinting his eyes and looking at those servants, he thought that this place is not too far from the Imperial Teacher's Mansion. After all, the high-ranking officials who originally lived in the inner circle of the capital were those big bosses. Mo Yuan was an exception. He was looking for an official position, but because of his special status, he got the mansion bestowed by the Holy One.

However, this guy's footsteps have always been so fast that people doubt his life, so even if he has his own mansion in the inner circle, he doesn't often live here.

The relationship between Lin An and Mo Yuan is not considered close but not unfamiliar either. Speaking of it, it probably dragged Tang Su'an's attention at that time. At that time, Mo Yuan seemed to be Tang Su'an's little fan. got to know her.

This sounds a little uncomfortable, but at that time Tang Su'an was indeed a famous capital city.

Later, because of Tang Su's fake death, Lin An and Mo Yuan had no interaction.

She thought about it, whether she would break her foot when she walked to the National Teacher's Mansion wearing high-bottomed shoes. If she went to the bottom of the flower pot that got in the way, it would probably take less than a moment to walk to the National Teacher's Mansion with her own footsteps, but now wearing this cumbersome

Lin An thoughtfully let go of his ankle, and got into the sedan chair. After saying a word and leaving for the National Teacher's Mansion, he began to rest his chin in a daze through the curtain in the bumpy and narrow sedan chair.

Gongyifu and Tang Su over there returned to the Guoshi Mansion, Tang Su followed Gongyifu to the left wing, and just about to say something, the voice of the servant over there came.

"My lord! The master of Medicine Valley has a visitor, and he is waiting at the door now."

Gongyi Fu took a look at Tang Su, and couldn't help being upset when he thought that the young man's frown, which had never been loosened since he came back, was for a woman with whom he was a childhood sweetheart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face, on the contrary, he was out of the ordinary. There was no difference and whispered to him: "Don't worry, you are not the only one who sees the vision."

Now besides the woman they wanted to save, there was another owner of Medicine Valley who suddenly came out halfway. I heard that he didn't live in the house in the capital city before, but he just moved in recently? ?

Gee.

Tang Su still frowned tightly, and he also looked at Gongyifu, first froze for a moment, then loosened his brows, and the first question he asked was: "Are you upset?"

Gongyifu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he immediately returned to normal. He was sure that his expression was not the same as before, and he was also expressionless.

How did this little guy see it?God?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Tang Su thought that this person was really upset. From the moment he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he felt that Gongyi Fu was not in a very happy mood, so he continued talking to himself: "You don't want to help? Yes, after all Now this incident seems to have nothing to do with Daming Temple.”

Although he said this, he was a little depressed, but he understood that he had no position to ask Gongyifu to do something for him, although he had long regarded Gongyifu as his own

Of course, he didn't forget that Gongyi Fu was a member of Daming Temple and a national teacher.

Hearing what he said, Gongyi Fu followed his words and asked: "If I really don't help, what will happen to you?"

After asking this question, he regretted it, because Gong Yifu had already given the answer in his heart after asking this naughty question, and it was the answer he least wanted to know.

Sure enough, Tang Su glanced at him, raised his head and thought for a while, then smiled at Gong Yifu, his eyes were pure amber, which hurt his eyes.

Tang Su replied: "Then there's no other way. I'll just think of a solution together with Lin An. If it doesn't work, you can find Mo Yuan. I'll tell him I'm Tang Su'an. With the old friendship over the years, Mo Yuan Even if Yuan doesn't help, he will tell me some ways."

Sure enough, Mo Yuan was going to be involved, and Tang Su made up his mind to save Ying Rumeng.

Tang Su wondered why Gongyifu asked such a strange question, but since he asked, it meant that he probably wanted to help him save Rumeng.

It's just that after he said this answer, Gong Yifu's face seemed to turn black?It turned out that it was just the unhappiness in my heart, but now it should be obvious gloom

Tang Su tilted his head to look at the Gongyifu over there, and went through what he said in his mind. Suddenly he smiled a little bit, put one hand on the shoulder of the Master of the State Teacher, stood up and looked down. Gongyifu who was sitting said "hehe" and smiled.

"You're not jealous, are you? It's not because I asked Mo Yuan for help, is it?"

Looking at Gongyi Fu's stiff face, Tang Su smiled slyly in his heart, but a secret joy arose spontaneously.

He didn't deny or admit that Tang Su knew that this reaction was correct. When he was not familiar with Gongyi Fu, he didn't really understand the mood of a monk with the same expression, but then he felt the same in his heart. As he got closer and closer, he began to unconsciously pay attention to the tiny expression on Gongyifu's face.

Tang Su gradually began to understand Gongyifu's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, and he found that the national teacher actually understood it very well.

Just use your heart, right?like now.

Gongyifu raised his head and looked at Tang Su's amber eyes, which were shining brightly because he had guessed the thoughts in his heart. The black pupils gradually became darker. Tang Su cast a shadow above him, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. Time suddenly stagnated with the air as if standing still, and he slowly stretched out his knuckle fingers to touch the young man's face that looked good.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"Jealous? Hehe, if so, so what?"