The correct strategy for the master of the world

The garden was very quiet for a while, no one spoke, and fell silent for a while.

After a while, Ye Gucheng said, "This is my fault."

Ximen Chuuxue's expression softened slightly: "I can't help myself, there is nothing wrong with it."

"That's right, Nanwang is troublesome." Yu Tianbao said, secretly winking at Wen Renxi.

Wen Renxi opened his mouth and swallowed the words he planned to ask

Although he didn't know what Yu Tianbao was thinking, he was obviously more familiar with playing tricks than himself.

"I want to fight the city lord with all my strength, how about the city lord?" Ximen Chuuxue asked.

Ye Gucheng murmured, and said after a while: "After August [-]th, regardless of success or failure, I will definitely fight with all my strength against the owner."

Ximen Chuuxue also knew that the current situation would not allow the two of them to have a decisive battle without any scruples, so he nodded in agreement and said, "Then I will wait for the city lord."

As they were talking, they heard brisk footsteps approaching them not far away.

A girl with double buns and a tender pink dress walked quickly into the small garden, lowered her head, and respectfully blessed her body: "Greetings, sir."

When no one answered, she kept her posture motionless.

She is one of the maids selected by the Nanwang Mansion to serve these hard-to-handle people in the Jianghu. As one of the selected members, her martial arts may not be good, but she must be impeccable in her conversation, manners and dealing with people. Can be picky, try to make those who are half-forced to get involved in their plans to improve the score of Nanwangfu in their hearts.

Is it just such a small toss, girl, she can stand it!

However, in fact, no one wanted to make things difficult for her. After all, the people present would not be so vulgar and vent their anger on insignificant people.

It's just that Wen Renxi and Yu Tianbao are busy exchanging known information silently, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue are focused on fighting with swords and eyes, as for the little girl not far away, neither of them has any thoughts Just pay attention.

In the end, Yu Tianbao, who had finished exchanging information, rescued her and said, "Excuse me, what's the matter."

After all, some information needs to be discussed with Wen Renxi in private, and there are not many things that can be exchanged with Ye Gucheng in front of Ximen Chuuxue.

The maid breathed a sigh of relief, stretched her stiff legs, stood up tremblingly, and said, "Your Majesty, please tell City Master Ye."

Be calm and calm, don't open your mouth to scold, think about those lessons learned who were accidentally killed on the spur of the moment, you must maintain your demeanor, um...keep it.

"Sorry." Wen Renxi nodded to her with a smile, and said to Ye Gucheng, "City Lord, why don't we talk about it another day?"

There was a little internal force in his voice, and he just inserted into the entangled swords of Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng, and forcibly separated them.

Ye Gucheng calmed down and said, "I'll talk about it another day." After speaking, he turned and walked out of the small garden.

The maid was startled, and hurriedly moved her soft and numb legs to follow.

If it weren't for being unable to beat them, my old lady would have been forced to overturn this group of things a long time ago!

Of course, she still had the gentle smile of the maid-only model on her face.

There were only three people left in the plum garden, and none of them spoke.

All the ghosts knew that it was impossible for Prince Nan to find Ye Gucheng for anything. This was just an excuse for being on guard and not wanting them to get together.

Both Wen Renxi and Yu Tianbao had a lot to say, but they couldn't say a single word in front of Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue...he really had nothing to say.

A gust of wind blows slowly, and it is almost autumn. Even if the leaves are not yellow and the flowers are not withered, the wind has already brought a third of the cold, let alone in the north where it is cooler than other places.

Yu Tianbao, who was wearing thin clothes, couldn't help shivering, and looked at the unmoved Ximen Chuixue and Wen Renxi resentfully.

It is good to have high internal strength. You don’t need ice in summer and you don’t need jackets in winter.Looking at himself again, in summer he would suffer from heat stroke without ice cubes, and in winter he could not go out without wrapping himself in three layers of cotton-padded jackets.

Then he heard Ximen Chuuxue say to him: "You should go back."

So he was even more resentful, originally he wanted to send him away to chat with Wen Renxi, but now he was driven away first.

Wen Renxi smiled and said: "You should go back to your room, you should be sick after wearing such thin clothes."

Yu Tianbao opened his mouth, and was about to refute, when he felt a heavy collar on the back, turned his head to see, Ximen Chuuxue grabbed his collar, dragged him away forcefully before he opened his mouth to protest.

Wen Renxi waved at him, watching Yu Tianbao struggling and complaining in vain while being mercilessly dragged back to his room.

Meiyuan said that the garden is actually quite big, more than enough to accommodate the three of them.

Wen Renxi opened the door, and the smell of ambergris came over him.

He looked around his room and moved his fingers slightly.

After a while he closed the door, starting from the corner of the room, the small incense box in the vase, the unburned ambergris in the censer.The blooming peach blossom cuttings, the quilt on the bed, the box under the bed, all the underwear in the closet, etc. were all taken out by him and thrown on the table. Wrap the cups and teapots together into a big bundle, tie the four corners of the tablecloth together, and throw it out the door.

Anyone who can put so many traps in his room must think that he didn't die early enough.

In a blink of an eye, it was the mid-moon, the maid knocked on the door of Wen Renxi's room, and said, "Your Majesty has ordered a dust-cleaning feast, and let the servants come to invite you, sir."

Her tone was timid, she didn't dare to glance at Wen Renxi's body at all, she just kept looking at the ground, trying to imagine that she didn't exist.

I really don't blame him, the prince of the Southern Prince has entertained so many people from all over the world, this is the first guest who threw away most of the things prepared in the room within an hour after he moved in, and the maids have already taken their own initiative. Labels such as "serve with care" and "hedgehog prick your hands" were posted on his body. Even whoever asked him to go to the banquet was decided by a draw of lots.

Wen Renxi didn't care about her performance, and said indifferently, "Lead the way."

The maid bowed and saluted, turned around and walked forward quickly.

As for Wen Renxi, who secretly hid behind the rockery when he first arrived and looked at the tall, tall, indifferent and ethereal person with a slightly springy heart, it must definitely not be her.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, and the food and drink were served, creating a lively atmosphere for the banquet.

Yu Tianbao was giggling and chatting with Nan Wang, and Nan Wang's son interrupted from time to time.

Compared with usual, Yu Tianbao was more active and smoother than usual.

Even the questioning questions thrown to Ximen Chuuxue from time to time were rounded up by him without a trace, and even blocked before they could be spoken.

Therefore, Ximen Chuuxue only needs to be responsible for the occasional "um" and "ah", and when asked certain questions, he will promptly accept Yu Tianbao's eyes, shut his mouth and let go of the air.

Then look at Yu Tianbao whose smiling face is almost frozen on the other side, he really shouldn't be too leisurely.

No one here knows that in the following years, the foreign exchanges of the Western Demon Cult have always been in this state.

Prince Nan tried to talk to Ximen Chuuxue three times, but was ignored the first time, was picked up by Yu Tianbao the second time, and succeeded the third time. After three sentences, he was completely silent, and he never tried this kind of thing again.

He is not sick in his mind, why is he uncomfortable.

Wen Renxi silently lit a candle for Yu Tianbao and Nan Wang Shizi each in his heart, and ignored the words handed to him again by the way.

He was not in the mood to argue with the little maids, but it was normal to give two cold faces to the Lord.

Ye Gucheng, who was sitting opposite, just kept a cold face and said nothing, as if he couldn't see Nan Wang and his son trying to wink at him at all.

Well, in fact, the so-called enthusiasm is just an illusion created by the efforts of Nan Wang and his son and Yu Tianbao.

The wine is good wine, aged for 20 years, the dishes are good dishes, the proud work of Ouchi's chef, and the guests are also distinguished guests. It is rare to see such masters gather together in life, but it is a pity that there is no good banquet.

Seeing the scene was too embarrassing, Nan Wang coughed twice and laughed loudly: "How can there be no joy without drinking, Wang Er can be negligent."

Prince Nan also climbed up the pole, and said with a smile: "The song and dance has already been prepared, but I forgot it for a while, please forgive me."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his palms and patted twice, and walked in a few beautiful women from outside the door. After Qi Qifu saluted, he walked quietly to the side of the hall. .

Accompanied by the sound of music, two rows of beautiful women filed in, wearing pink gauze clothes, long water sleeves, and enchanting eyebrows and graceful steps. The bright red dance gown, the water sleeves were lightly folded and half covered the face, giving rise to a three-point charm for no reason, throwing up the sleeves and dancing waist slightly, as light as if it would go away with the wind at any time.

Although the dancer beside her was pretty, standing next to her was reflected without brilliance.

Everyone quieted down, at least on the surface, they seemed to be seriously appreciating the song and dance.

When the music is low, the dancer gently twists her slender waist and dances gracefully along with the music; when the music is high, the dancer throws up her sleeves, like a goddess descending to earth.

At the climax, the dancers threw their water sleeves to the sky at the same time. The leading dancer jumped up, stepped on the highest point where the water sleeves gathered, and swung the water sleeves with her strength, as if blooming a bright red flower.

The dancers then flicked their water sleeves back, taking the posture of lying on a fish, which made their posture more graceful. The girl in the air turned and landed slowly, like a petal falling with the wind, lying on the ground silently, accompanied by After the sound of the music, Yu Yin raised her upper body and flung her sleeves in front of her face. When the sleeves fell to the ground, she could only see the beautiful woman covering her face with her sleeves, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes, full of affection.

The music stopped.

Nan Wang smiled and asked, "How?"

Yu Tianbao said: "My lord's dancing girl is really extraordinary."

Wen Renxi also said: "Miao Wu, beautiful woman." But his face was still flat, his eyes were indifferent, the praise in his mouth was obviously just a scene.

Well, to be honest he didn't pay attention at all.

But hearing what he said, the leading dancer looked at him affectionately, her cheeks were also stained with a faint blush, and she looked like a shy little girl who was just in love.

With such an appearance, I am afraid that he took his nonsense praise seriously.

Nan Wang's son said: "To be praised by Mr. Yanhong like this, I would not thank Mr. Yanhong."

It turned out that the leading dancer was called Yan Hong.

Yanhong stood up, facing Wen Renxi's flirtatious lower body: "Mr. Yanhong praised me, I will never forget it."

Her voice was so soft and soft that no matter how hard a man is, he might be softened into a soft voice by this voice.

Wen Renxi's eyes gradually softened.

Yan Hong took another glass of wine from the hand of the standing maid, and said, "A toast to Mr. Yan Hong."

After speaking, she raised her head and drank the wine in the glass. A little of the wine flowed down her slender neck, all the way into her light gauze, and a pool of deep red bloomed.

Wen Renxi turned the wine glass in his hand, raised it, and took a sip.

This was the first sip of wine he drank during the banquet.

Yan Hong laughed happily, her cheeks were bright red, her eyes were full of water, but she knew how to advance and retreat, and saluted: "Yan Hong stepped back."

After speaking, he left the hall with a group of dancers.

Prince Nan Wang waved his hand, and the music started again.

This time the atmosphere was a little warmer, and Wen Renxi would more or less agree with it, so it wasn't that embarrassing at all.

Although he was obviously distracted, and he often answered Nan Wang's questions in a wrong way, but the atmosphere was more harmonious.

It was late at night, and after the banquet, Ximen Chuuxue said, "You are very enthusiastic."

He said it to Yu Tianbao.

Yu Tianbao snorted and said, "Have you forgotten that I took the initiative to seek refuge?"

He re-read the word "active" with a look of displeasure.

You think I am happy to smile like a flower at Nan Wang's old orange-skinned face.

Ximen Chuuxue said, "I remember."

"Do you remember asking me?" He stared.

"You don't have to be so enthusiastic about taking the initiative to seek refuge."

"The atmosphere is so cold, if I don't speak again, they won't be suspicious!" Then they stared.

"Even if they are suspicious, they don't dare to act rashly." Ximen Chuixue said that he couldn't understand Yu Tianbao's twisted mind.

With myself following, the person in front of him is one of the few people in the Nanwang family who can befriend him. No matter how suspicious Nanwang is, he will not be willing to kill people without evidence.

"But it will be very troublesome to be suspicious!" Yu Tianbao said that facing the linear thinking brought about by the strong value of force is very tiring.

He is not the powerful help of the Nanwang family who have been asking for thousands of times and racking their brains.

With Nanwang's IQ, he would never consider his relationship with Ximen Chuuxue. In his eyes, a pawn who has no backstage martial arts and low-level martial arts who actively approached him, as long as he becomes suspicious, he can kill him casually even if there is no evidence, okay? !

Nan Wang must have felt that Ximen Chuuxue would definitely believe him as long as he put in some effort to make up a reason without any loopholes.

If Ximen Chuuxue would not consider the IQ of the other party when negotiating with outsiders after he inherited the position of leader, he would feel that there would be no hope for his future.

I beg you, not everyone is as smart as you to see the situation clearly!

Wen Renxi stood and watched the two of them walking away while chatting, turned around, hesitated, and opened the door of his room.

The large package he threw out in the yard has been cleaned up, and all the things in the room have been replaced with new ones.

The vase is gone, and there are more embroidered screens for spring, summer, autumn and winter. The peach blossom cuttings are gone, and the porcelain vase for flower arrangement is gone. There is a brand-new silk cloth, and a whole set of celadon tea sets are placed on it.

The bed gauze that was originally tied on the bed fell down, reflecting the candlelight, and the figure inside could be vaguely seen.

It was the figure of a woman, leaning sideways, slowly taking off the clothes on her body, revealing a beautiful figure, but it was blocked by the bed gauze, making it hard to see clearly.

Wen Renxi just stood there, letting the woman toss and turn on his bed, her face was calm, as if it was not a woman who was seducing him, but a whole Tao Te Ching.

"Ai——" the woman on the bed sighed suddenly, and said in a soft voice, "Sir, what you have done has made the servants of my family anxious."

That voice was clearly Yanhong who had just danced.

Wen Renxi still didn't speak.

Yan Hong said again: "The son wants the slave family to serve the master well, if he returns without success, how will the slave family deal with themselves?"

Wen Renxi swayed, but finally did not move.

The woman in the bed tent gritted her teeth, stretched out her hand, and slid gently on the side of the bed.

Her hands are thin and white, extremely beautiful, and her body is also close to the bed gauze, making her bumpy figure even more attractive.

"The posture of the pu willows of my family, I know that it is difficult to get into the eyes of my husband, so I just ask my husband to lift the bed curtain and take a look at my family."

Speaking of the latter, there was a bit of crying in her voice.

No matter what kind of man he is, if he hears this kind of voice, he can't help but do it. Even if it's a woman, I'm afraid he will soften his heart.

Wen Renxi stood where he was, sighed suddenly, stepped forward, and put his hand on the bed curtain.

Don't forget, no matter how indifferent he is, he is still a man.

The woman on the bed retracted her hands into the bed and changed her posture.

Then she saw a hand stretched into the tent, it was a very beautiful hand, even more beautiful than hers, white and slender, with well-defined joints, and the flickering lights added a bit of warm ambiguity.

For a moment, she wanted to reach out and touch it.

Thinking of that person's cold figure and indifferent face, if they could really have a fling with him, the two of them would not be able to tell who would take advantage of the other.

While dreaming in a trance, she heard Wen Renxi's voice from outside the tent: "Are you sure you want me to open it?"

She swallowed her saliva and said, "Sir, could it be that you don't even want this little wish from my slave..." As she said that, she climbed up and touched the hand carefully. not on.

She didn't go on, but she knew that the man would soften his heart.

She heard Wen Renxi sigh again, which made her feel a little distressed.

If a man violates his own principles, how can the man not be in a dilemma and struggle, and how can the woman not be distressed.

She thought, a little crazy.

But right after that sigh, she heard Wen Renxi say: "Then you know, if you are too proactive, the price will drop."

When Wen Renxi said such a sentence, his tone was cold, cold to the bone.

She froze, and opened her mouth to say something, when she heard Wen Renxi's second sentence: "If you post with bad intentions, you will die."

It was also the last word she heard.

At the end of the consciousness disappearing, the person still hadn't lifted the bed curtain, and all he could see in his eyes was the blurred figure of the person who seemed to be wiping his hands.

I'm really... not reconciled.

The author has something to say: I regret not updating yesterday, so I write more today, little angels forgive me

The reason for not updating is this--I wrote the interstellar article in the middle of the night the night before yesterday, yes, it was the character design of the interstellar article on the dress-up game in my column, I accidentally wrote too high, tossed until two o'clock, I didn’t feel sleepy at all and watched it full-time for a while, and finally stayed up until 04:30 at night before going to bed. As I said in the previous chapter, I went to the book fair with my friends yesterday and got up at six in the morning.

This means that I slept for an hour and a half yesterday, and worked hard for four hours. I didn't eat breakfast, and I ate a little boxed lunch. I was really tired when I came home at night, and I fell asleep at the end.

I set the alarm clock at [-] o'clock and got up to type, but it seemed that I was too tired to hear it at all.

It was already nine o'clock this morning when I woke up.

After sleeping for twelve hours, I wake up with a sore back and a sore back, and I'm going to die after being scolded by my friends.

Little angels, don't learn from me.

Then there is this one, guess who Yanhong is, hahahahahahahahahahaha I guessed it, believe it or not [don’t believe it] [cross out]

Wen Renxi hasn’t gotten up recently. This piece is a bit trendy, and the last paragraph written by the author is like a wave

Little angels, please automatically make up for the beauty's scheming seduction. The hero seems to be fascinated, but actually knows her intentions well. "This kind of scene.

But Wen Renxi is more ruthless hahahaha

When I was writing, I felt that I could fill a whole sheet just by writing and dancing.

And while writing, I think about the action, and occasionally I feel wrong, so I do the action again and write it again. Fortunately, there is no one at home, it is no different from a snake spirit

To light wax for Yu Tianbao, in the next few decades, you will have to face a leader like Ximen Chuixue, work hard for him, work hard during the day, and hahahaha at night

But why did the author smile happily

Lastly, it’s a common practice to ask for favorites. If you bookmark an article, you can automatically get one from the stupid author. If you bookmark the author, you can automatically capture a stupid author who comes with dry food, can sell cute, and can update the article~

And confession time, please take my love 【文】~ back to your home~ please leave your smile~