The prince is very fierce

There are seventy-two peaks in Junshan, and Dongting Lake is eight hundred miles away.

Junshan Island was once the holy land of rivers and lakes in the land of Jingchu, and it is located in the Central Plains. Its reputation in the world far exceeds that of other places, and even Wudang Mountain in the Chu land is slightly inferior.

With the iron eagle hunting deer and the Junshan Island Cao family sealing their swords in the box, Dongting Lake's reputation has become slightly less famous, but it is still a must-pass for Jianghu people traveling around the world. There are more Jianghu people carrying swords by Dongting Lake. The buskers, calligraphers and calligraphers, fortune tellers and even the coquettishly dressed boat girls on the lakeside boats all looked like ordinary people, but no one could tell how many deep-water old bastards in the world were hidden among them.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

"The most beautiful woman, come and see her..."

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, when crabs are at their most plentiful, and the area around Yueyang Tower, which faces Junshan Island across the lake, is overcrowded.

Countless young knights and young men from wealthy families in Yueyang rushed to the foot of the ancient famous building near the lake and looked at a large platform in front of the tall building.

Standing on the stage was a storyteller, holding a scroll in his hand and advertising eloquently:

"... Our boss has been friends with the painting sage Xu Danqing for many years. Back then, we drank and tasted crabs together in the building. The crab eater was a well-educated man, so he had to pair it with the ten-year-old apricot blossom wine from Linji Winery down the street. That taste..."

"Eat, eat, eat, come on and say something serious..."

"Next time I will definitely..."

The long street beside the lake was noisy and busy, everyone was urging.

Behind the crowd, two horses stopped by the willow tree by the lake. Ning Yuhe, who was wearing a curtain hat, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the excitement downstairs in Yueyang seriously.

Zhu Manzhi swallowed his saliva and was very impatient with the noisy quacks. He stood on tiptoes and muttered:

"Let him continue talking, what's so interesting about beauties and what's so interesting about crabs..."

Ning Yuhe shook his head and chuckled: "The storyteller took the money, but the places mentioned are not very good, expensive and not authentic. I know an old store and I will take you there later."

Zhu Manzhi chuckled: "Sister Daning is a monk and doesn't eat meat. It's not interesting for me to eat it alone. I just remember what the storyteller said. I will tell Mr. Xu when I meet him in the future. Mr. Xu will definitely be greedy."

"Your child seems not to be greedy..."

"Who said that? The first time Mr. Xu and I went out, we invited him to eat mutton in a water basin. He was very happy with it. And last time in the cellar, he wanted to snatch my watermelon to eat, hum~..."

After saying this, Zhu Manzhi wrinkled his eyebrows again, missing Xu Buling a little: "Sister Daning, where did Xiao Ning go? I've been looking for it for half a month, and I still want to take Xiao Ning to Suzhou. Go shopping, you won’t be able to see the sea of ​​flowers after winter…”

Ning Yuhe sighed softly: "I have inquired with several people who spread the news, but no one has seen Qingye. Let's look again. If it doesn't work, find someone to beat him up and cause some trouble. If the news spreads, Qingye will hear it. Naturally I came here..."

During the conversation, the storyteller outside Yueyang Tower finally got to the point. He walked to the stage and solemnly raised the scroll:

"...Xu Danqing was a guest at my house a few days ago, and he had three glasses of fine wine with our boss. He was so excited that he took out a calligraphy..."

Zhu Manzhi folded his little arms and asked curiously: "It won't be 'Zhaohong Yimei' again, right?"

Ning Yuhe shook his head: "It's probably Qingye."

"I think so."

Zhu Manzhi was about to say a few words when he saw the storyteller on the high platform open the scroll, revealing a picture of a beauty that he had just copied.

Among the yellow sand outlined in the ink painting, a white camel left a series of footprints on the sand dunes. On the camel was a woman sitting sideways, covered with a gauze skirt. Only her tall figure, gauze skirt and head could be seen. Her silk scarf fluttered in the wind, and her seductive eyes looked at the sunset in the distance, just like a delicate flower that had just bloomed in the desert. The vast world could not hide this unique style.

"Wow——"

"Who is this..."

"What place is this..."

The young chivalrous knights or wealthy young masters under the high platform suddenly became noisy, seriously admiring the grace of the first "Eight Chiefs of Zhaohong". After all, this will be the talk of the next few decades.

Zhu Manzhi stood on tiptoes and took a few glances from a distance, slightly confused: "Who is this woman? The painting doesn't look like Xiao Ning at all. It looks a bit like...like...a bit familiar..."

Ning Yuhe also frowned, looked at it for a long time, and tilted his head slightly:

"The clothes don't look like those of a Central Plains woman. When did Xu Danqing go to the Western Regions?"

Hearing this, Zhu Manzhi suddenly remembered something:

"Ah! I know, it's Zhongli's little fox. I saw it once in Chang'an..."

Ning Yuhe blinked: "Are you Qingye's friend?"

"Yeah, you're so lucky~"

Zhu Manzhi glanced at him with envy, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Ning Yuhe pursed his lips and smiled, but he didn't say much. After watching the excitement, he took Zhu Manzhi and left Yueyang Tower.

There was still a buzz of people outside Yueyang Tower, and no one noticed the quiet departure of the former most beautiful woman.

At the top of the tall building, at the window of a wing, a man with an unsheathed iron sword hanging on his waist, with a bit of a smile on his face, looked at the little girl on the long street who was holding a horse and chattering in front of Ning Yuhe.

The room was very quiet. There was a white-haired old man sitting next to the tea table, quietly reading a few letters in the book and turning a deaf ear to the little fuss below.

Dong Dong——

After a long time, footsteps sounded outside the room, and the door was pushed open. Chang Shijian, who had just rushed over from Black City, looked a little reserved. After closing the door, he raised his hand and saluted:

"Mr. Pei, Zhu Daxia."

Mr. Pei raised his eyelids, his expression was relatively calm, and said softly:

"Sit down."

Chang Shijian sat in the room and thought for a while: "I think Mr. Pei has heard about the jade pendant of the Left Prince of Northern Qi. It's not that I failed to do my job well..."

Mr. Pei raised his hand, Shaking his head:

"Xu Buling's dragon-locking Gu has been solved. It's natural that you can't get the jade pendant back. Don't blame yourself."

Chang Shijian sighed: "The four jades are indispensable. Based on what I saw that day, if you want to snatch the jade pendant from Xu Buling, I'm afraid the owner of the building or Zhu Daxia will have to take action..."

Next to the window, Zhu Liu, the contemporary swordsman who watched his daughter go away, tilted his head slightly and showed the corner of his eyes:

"Xu Buling and I have no grudges, and the sword comes out of nowhere."

Chang Shijian choked on his words, nodded and smiled, and said nothing more.

Mr. Pei put down the letter and thought carefully:

"This matter is not a matter of one day or one night. The jade pendant will be placed in Xu Buling's hands first. It won't be too late to take it back when there is a chance in the future. Go down and rest first, and make plans after solving the Cao family."

Chang Shijian nodded seriously, stood up and saluted the two seniors of the Eagle Building again, and then retreated silently...