Later, I finally became a white lotus in the flourishing age [Quick time travel]

Weisheng Ziyu went to see Fu Chen, bringing the spices he got from the little eunuch.He and Fu Chen had been at odds since they first met in Jingzhou, but now that they are in crisis, they have to abandon their previous prejudices and quarrels.

The two turned away the attendants, Weisheng Ziyu took out something from his pocket, and gently placed it on the table.

Fu Chen glanced at that thing, then looked at Weisheng Ziyu: "What is this?"

The spices were wrapped in yellow-brown paper and spread out on the table, Wei Sheng Ziyu pushed the paper containing the spices to Fu Chen with his fingertips, and asked, "What do you think?"

The commander-in-chief of the Six Doors, who was still a teenager, had completely lost his immature youthful spirit in just one month, and raised his eyes with a coldness like a knife's edge.

Fu Chen lowered his head to look at it, but the piece of spice was really ordinary in appearance alone, but the strange fragrance smelled between his nostrils could not be ignored.His eyes were dim, and he took some and put it in the incense burner to burn.When there was light smoke rising, he leaned over and gently flapped the fan twice above the incense burner, delivering strong incense.

This scent...

Fu Chen's eyes suddenly darkened, he grabbed a wet handkerchief, wrapped the incense burner and pushed it away.Weisheng Ziyu looked at him in surprise, only to see some thin sweat oozing from Fu Chen's forehead, the fingers holding the handle of the fan involuntarily tightened, and a layer of white appeared on the knuckles.

Weisheng Ziyu: "What is this?"

Fu Chen gasped for breath twice, seemed to have finally come to his senses, and took off the wet veil that was pressing on the small incense burner.He closed his eyes lightly, and opened them after a while, but he did not answer Wei Sheng Ziyu's words, but lifted the lid of the incense burner to look at the unburned spices inside.

He fiddled with the spices with an iron stick, and the more he looked at the spices, the more condensed his face became. After a long time, he finally spoke up and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

Weisheng Ziyu stared at him, his voice was cold: "What is this?"

Fu Chen pursed his lips, and said: "A Furong." He emphasized his voice and repeated, "There are A Furong in it."

Weisheng Ziyu frowned, thinking about what the "album" Fu Chen was talking about.

Seeing this, Fu Chen explained: "This is a rare demon flower in the world. It is rumored that it has the effect of deceiving people. In fact, it just makes people have some illusions..." He paused for a while before continuing, " If the dosage is appropriate, it can be used as medicine, but if the dosage is too large, it can kill people."

Weisheng Ziyu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is there a solution?"

Fu Chen put down the iron stick in his hand and said, "No."

"No?"

"No." Fu Chen whispered, "This drug is addictive, once addicted, you can't leave it, as time goes by..."

Fu Chen didn't continue talking, but Weisheng Ziyu understood what he meant, immediately put away the things, and said, "Farewell."

When he went out, his subordinates were waiting outside. As soon as they saw him, they went forward and bowed their heads in salute: "My lord."

Weisheng Ziyu kept walking, "Let's go."

They left Fu Chen's place and went all the way to the six gates.

Weisheng Ziyu galloped his horse, and when he crossed the street, he saw a familiar face. With a thought, he reined in the horse and looked in that direction.

I saw a girl in light yellow clothes, Niao Tingting, standing beside the street. She had a pretty face, and she was talking to the woman beside her with a charming smile.

Weisheng Ziyu looked over, she seemed to be aware of it, and subconsciously looked over, saw the young man riding on the tall horse, with a pensive look on his face, within a short time, she remembered who this man was who.

Seeing Huang Yinger say something to the woman beside her, she walked slowly towards Weisheng Ziyu, held a handkerchief and bowed softly, her voice was like a bird singing, "Master Weisheng."

Weisheng Ziyu only vaguely remembered seeing her at Zhen Wumei's place, but couldn't remember her name, Huang Yinger probably also saw this, and said with a sweet smile: "Master Weisheng, my servant Huang Yinger."

"Why are you here?"

Hearing this, Huang Ying'er sighed softly, with a little sorrow and hatred on the tip of her brows, and said: "A few days ago, something happened to Mama Hong's hometown, and she wanted to leave, so she sold the building out. Return the bond of sale to the slave family, and the slave family can't stay in Jingzhou any longer, so they come to the capital."

Weisheng Ziyu was silent for a moment, and asked, "How long have you been at Yueyuehong?"

"Mother Hong is a nice person and treats us sisters well. The slave family has been with her for five or six years."

Weisheng Ziyu nodded slightly, said no more, and rode away.Seeing this, Huang Ying'er took a step forward, and was about to say something when someone blocked her view.

Huang Ying'er bit her lip and looked at the man, seeing that he was also dressed in six-door office errands, she couldn't help showing a bit of weakness, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter with you?"

"Girl please come with us, I have something to ask you."

in the six doors.

Weisheng Ziyu was sitting on the chair, holding the lid of the cup with one hand and gently skimming the tea foam. He was silent, and no one else dared to make a sound. Although the newly promoted commander-in-chief was still young, he already had enough skills Shock the prestige of the entire six doors today.

Huang Ying'er was sitting on the lower head with her shoulders pressed down, raising her eyes from time to time to secretly look around, with an unconcealable look of panic on her face.The surroundings were eerily quiet, she could only hear her heart beating faster and faster, and as far as her eyes could see, there was only a faint gray shadow cast on the ground by the sunlight through the screen.

I don't know how much time has passed, Weisheng Ziyu lowered his head and took a sip from the cup, put down the teacup,

"You said you worked under Yue Yuehong for five years?" The silence was finally broken,

"Yes." Huang Yinger boldly replied, "My slave's house was at Mama Hong's place five years ago."

Weisheng Ziyu asked again: "Where is the pillow without sleep?"

"Her?" Huang Ying'er hesitated for a moment, and said honestly, "She came into the building more than a year ago, and she was the oiran since she came. In just half a year, she has become famous all over the world and has the limelight."

"Where was she before?"

Huang Yinger couldn't help frowning, and said in a low voice: "I don't know, I only know what happened after she came."

Most likely, Weisheng Ziyu also knew that she didn't know, and didn't linger on this question, and instead asked, "Who are her guests?"

"There are too many," Huang Yinger counted one by one, "there are wealthy businessmen from Jiangzhou and Qizhou, some young masters from official families, and some scholars with excellent literary talents, and there are many martial arts people..."

Weishengzi Yu Meifeng moved: "What is the relationship between Ji Cangyun and her?"

"Ji Cangyun?" Huang Ying'er said with a thoughtful look on her face, "It's okay. Ji Cangyun is one of her guests. He has heard her piano and sent her a lot of things, but...she doesn't need others to give her things. ?”

Weisheng Ziyu asked again: "What is the difference between her and you?"

"What's the difference? Not all of them..." Huang Ying'er paused, and then said, "But she used to be a lady of the family, and then she fell with us, and she is more noble than us."

"Then do you know that she is not fifth sister Shen?"

Huang Yinger turned pale when she heard the words: "No?!" She said in surprise, "Why not? Don't you all say that she is..."

She suddenly stopped talking, as if remembering something.

Weisheng Ziyu raised his eyelids and looked at her: "What?"

Her lips twitched, and she whispered two words: "Man."

Her voice was too soft, even Weisheng Ziyu couldn't hear clearly for a while, and asked, "What?"

Huang Yinger raised her head hastily, her voice was urgent: "He's a man! I've seen it! I thought, I thought..." I thought I was just dazzled.

Someone next to her pressed her shoulders, forcing her to calm down.

Weisheng Ziyu was also surprised when he heard the words, but he only raised his eyebrows, suppressed the surprise on his face, and continued to ask: "When did it happen?"

"I can't remember, it was a long time ago." Huang Ying'er said, "That day, Mama Hong asked my maid to serve him. I couldn't get angry, so I went to look for it, and saw..."

——The man's light blue clothes had faded to his waist, revealing only a white and flexible waist, and the shoulder blades on his back protruded like butterfly wings, so white that it dazzled the eyes. "She" turned sideways slightly, from the bridge of the nose to the chin was coated with a thin layer of gold thread by the sun, and down was the slender neck, with a few strands of black hair sticking to it, outlining a strange and coquettish, half-covered clothes There is no obvious ups and downs in the chest, it can even be said to be flat...

It was also after seeing that scene that Huang Yinger knew why Zhen Wumei could be the oiran.

"She" is so beautiful.

Even if it is a woman, seeing this scene, her heart can't help shaking.

Huang Ying'er recalled the glimpse at that time, and couldn't help but lose her mind. She didn't come back to her senses until she heard Wei Sheng Ziyu who was sitting at the top cough twice, and immediately lowered her head in a little panic, telling the story of that day Come on.

Weisheng Ziyu pondered for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure." Huang Ying'er frowned, with a soft and helpless look, and said in a low voice, "I thought, since he can come in, he must have been tested by Mama Hong. How could he be a A man? But, what I saw that day..."

Weisheng Ziyu: "You said Yueyuehong returned to her hometown?"

"Yeah, I don't know what happened to Mama Hong's hometown, so she sold the building in a hurry." Huang Yinger said, "My sisters are also very worried."

"Where is her hometown?"

"This—" Huang Yinger shook her head, her face blank, "I don't know."

Weisheng Ziyu's eyes showed a bit of thoughtfulness, and he said to the person behind Huang Yinger: "Take her down."

Huang Ying'er, as if she had been pardoned, immediately got up and saluted, and then retreated behind the man.

After Huang Yinger left, someone came forward and lowered his voice to ask: "My lord, do you think there is something wrong?"

That person is Weisheng Ziyu's confidant, and he is very fond of Weisheng Ziyu. Seeing him asking this question, Weisheng Ziyu pondered for a moment and asked, "What do you think about sleepless pillows?"

"He?" The man thought for a while, "I don't know his identity and whereabouts are unknown. I have been searching for a long time, but I can't find out where he came from. Many people saw his martial arts that day and said it was unpredictable. Fighting alone, the entire martial arts world is unmatched. However, when he opened the stone gate that day, he was also injured, and was later arrested by the demon sect..."

Weisheng Ziyu didn't comment, just took out a bag from his bosom and put it on the table.

"This incense came from the palace. Your Majesty is so addicted to it today that you can't leave it for half a day." He said, "There is a herbal medicine in it, called A Fu Rong."

"Huh?" My confidant was still puzzled.

Weisheng Ziyu stretched out his hand to untie the paper wrapped with spices, and said slowly, "Zhi Wusuo is very good at mixing fragrances."

"In my lord's opinion, could it be..." He was halfway through his words, but he still couldn't finish it.

Weisheng Ziyu said: "Whether it is him or not, the current situation is not optimistic." He paused, and then said, "I will wait and make some preparations as soon as possible."

"My lord's intention?"

"Although the crown prince is not very old, he already looks like a king." Weisheng Ziyu closed his eyes lightly, exhaled slowly, and said in a low voice, "Besides, the present Your Majesty is... not as good as before."

The four words "unworthy of the past" were read out lightly by him, but they weighed more than a thousand catties, which shocked people's hearts.

It was night, a black shadow sneaked into the night, passed through the vermilion palace wall, and finally entered a hall.

After a while, there was a sound of porcelain falling to the ground in the hall.

The emperor looked angry, swept all the things on the table to the ground with a flick of his sleeve, stared fiercely at the man in black who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and asked sharply: "He really said that?!"

"Yes."

"Good! Good!" The emperor said two "good" words again and again, his face flushed, obviously extremely angry, "What a six-door! What a commander! What a... prince."

The last two words seemed to be chewed and spat out by him with his teeth, full of killing intent.