The villain's guide to throwing blame

On the official road leading to Xuantian City, a familiar carriage sped past again.

A rolled-up dead leaf flew up, curled up leisurely, and floated along the wind all the way to the big tree not far away, and landed on the faces of passers-by who were taking a nap under the tree.

I saw this passer-by who was dressed in a rather unruly outfit from beginning to end lazily opened one eye, pushed away the leaves on his face, and glanced at the luxurious carriage that had been going back and forth for several hours. He smacked his lips.

"These days, my son and brother are quite noisy, so you go out of the city just to walk your horse?"

After saying that, the passer-by stood up, casually patted the colorful cloth on his body, picked up the long stick leaning on the side with one hand, and walked in the direction of the carriage.

"It's already on the ground, but I don't know if anyone is there or not." In an instant, there was nothing under the tree where there were people standing, only the leaves that rose and fluttered around alone again, and fell gently. on the ground.

At the same time, in the carriage.

The aroma of tea overflowed from the small table, and the warm water vapor winded up like a cloud of mist. There was only the sound of boiling water in the car, except for the silence.

The young man in frosty white brocade clothes had a soft blanket on his knees and leaned crookedly on the soft cushion.He flipped through a few booklets in his hand, and took a few sips from the teacup on the table from time to time.

After a while, the young master frowned, threw all the official affairs in his hand in front of the quiet book boy, raised his face and said, "What are these things that are sent here?"

Hearing this, the young man glanced at him, then lowered his head to look at the things in front of him, opened his mouth and found that he still couldn't make a sound, then took out a pen and paper to write.

——It was an important task sent up by Qu Ming's branch for the young master to decide.

"They call this trivial matter an important thing? How many rules are set in the month? The main pavilion is not clear, and other merits and deeds are rewarded according to the rules. Why do you need to ask?" Feng Ling asked in surprise.

——The head of Qu Ming's Branch Pavilion was transferred to the Shadow Pavilion, maybe there are some things that are not clear yet.

"What?" The young master raised his eyebrows and almost flew into his temples, "As a branch manager, I don't know how to be competent here? Who transferred this, didn't you teach me how to let it go out and cause trouble? ?”

——Young master, you tuned it.

Banhe looked innocently at Feng Ling who seemed to be choking, and after seeing his young master's mouth twitch twice and fell silent, he instantly understood the main point and moved his pen like a fly.

——The little one will help you recall him.

Feng Ling could only nod his head, took over the steps handed by Ban He, and was in no mood to deal with the rest of the business.He folded all the irrelevant documents aside, and took out an urgent spiritual message.

After opening his eyes, Feng Ling knocked on the table twice thoughtfully, turned to look at Banhe and asked, "How long have I been sending Bansong out?"

Banhe thought about it carefully, then replied.

— three months.

After counting the time, Feng Ling looked down at the last paragraph of the Lingxun again, thought about it secretly, then folded up the Lingxun and put it away, and said to Banhe, "Then call Mr. Bansong Come back, there is no need for him now."

Banhe immediately nodded yes, and hastily dealt with the important matters ordered by the young master.

At this time, Feng Ling, who finished his official business, turned his head and looked at Yue Chen who was still sitting cross-legged in meditation. The young master, who had been free, saw that the monk was still acting so quiet and dignified, and his bones suddenly felt itchy.

"Mage?"

Feng Ling coughed twice, turned slightly sideways towards Yuechen, and called him with a smile.

Hearing the sound, Yue Chen also opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Feng Ling who was smiling beside him.He swept his eyes up and down, and after observing Feng Ling's expression carefully, he opened his mouth to answer.

"What's the matter?" It was still indifferent as always.

Without ignoring the man in front of him's eyes that moved on him just now, Feng Ling didn't take this sarcastic attitude very seriously. He put on a smiling face and made a cup of tea with his own hands, and handed it over with both hands.

"I haven't had time to thank the mage for taking care of me. I would like to respect you for a cup of tea." Feng Ling changed his usual provocative attitude, and became very polite.

Yuechen raised his eyelashes and glanced at him lightly, took a sip of the tea, and opened his lips as if to say something.That look suddenly made Feng Ling, who was watching, feel a little bad——

"Young Master Feng, you don't need to thank me. The poor monk has never felt the thrill of falling from a flying sword and grabbing a oil bottle in this life. This time, thanks to Young Master Feng."

Feng Ling smiled embarrassingly, "...you're welcome."

Hitting a soft nail, Feng Ling struggled a bit in his heart, and found a suitable topic to talk to Yuechen, but unexpectedly heard the monk's voice first.

"Young Master Feng is all right now?" Yuechen looked at him calmly, holding the tea cup firmly in his hand, as if chatting.

Feng Ling's heart tightened when he heard this, and he was a little flustered for some reason.Soon, he settled down, smiled at the monk, and replied in a flat tone.

"Of course I'm fine. I suddenly felt pain in my meridians all over my body. It's probably because I used up too much of the two swordsmanship before I ran away. After waking up, my meridians widened a bit, and my cultivation has improved."

Yue Chen nodded, and didn't ask any more questions, but unconsciously pinched the rosary on his wrist, and lowered his eyelids under Feng Ling's slightly unpredictable gaze.

The two fell into silence for a while, and the car returned to silence.

At this moment, Ban He, who was furiously writing on the desk, stopped writing, glanced at the two people who were in a strange atmosphere suspiciously, and then poked Feng Ling who was sitting on the cushion.

—what's the matter?

Young Master Feng, whose thoughts were suddenly disturbed, looked at the little boy at the table with a strange expression, and beckoned to him with puzzled eyes.

Banhe scratched his head, opened his mouth for a long time but only saw that his young master was waiting for his reply calmly and uprightly, but there was no sign of helping him to lift the ban, then he touched the scattered paper again in frustration Pen.

——Sister Nianxia also came to Xuantianzong when you were in a coma, so if there is anything to do at this meeting, she should send a message.

"Nian Xia is here? What is she doing here?" Feng Ling wondered, suddenly flashed through his mind all the weirdness of the big maid who had been by his side in recent days, and pursed his lips with a serious expression.

Yue Chen at the side heard Feng Ling's sudden question without beginning and end, so he raised his head and glanced at him. After searching in his memory, he found the answer. Nian Xia should be the stable person beside Feng Ling back then. maid.

Can his own maid come to elicit such a reaction from him?

Seeing Fengling's inexplicable face, Banhe suddenly realized and continued to write.

——Uncle Bai ordered Sister Nianxia to come, maybe she brought something important.

As soon as Feng Ling had time to read Banhe's words, he suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hand, and caught a flash of spiritual light coming straight in from outside the car.After the spiritual power dissipated, a small paper kite was revealed.

With a flick of his fingers, the kite unfolded. After skimming through the contents, Feng Ling's expression became lively and cunning.The young master pulled one corner of his mouth, smiled and said to the monk in white who was looking at him.

"Master, we may be in trouble. Changde notified all factions that they have lost a treasure of the sect in Xuanwu Pavilion." Feng Ling's voice paused, and his tone seemed to be in a happy mood. "Guess, is this treasure stolen by us?" What about the one who left?"

Immediately, Feng Ling clasped his hands together, and slowly stroked his Qiankun Ring and said, "We're almost there, mage, tell me, how do we explain where we went last night?"

The author has something to say:

Feng Ling: Hee hee, it's so exciting to be caught stealing

Banhe [voice]: Young Master, I was wrong, please let me speak QAQ

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