The fight and warmth in the eternal mountains are difficult to spread to Donghua City dozens of miles away. The capital city under the rain is still peaceful and peaceful.

Just as it was night, laughter and joy came from the tramways in Linhefang.

It was drizzling, and there were no pedestrians on the street, and the Tang family wine shop on the street closed early.

In the backyard of the wine shop, the west wing bedroom was still lit with dim lights. In the simple and tidy bedroom, half-embroidery was placed on the small table, and a few boxes of rouge were placed on the dressing table, and red orchid was placed in the middle.

On the embroidered bed, Tang Jingwen was wearing a white dress, with her hands flat on her knees, sitting cross-legged, and next to her was the opened "Qi Qing Jue".

Although he had just entered the practice of cultivation, Tang Jingyun's movements were very serious; he sat upright with his chest, his long hair was hanging down from his waist, and his back was scattered on his back. His mature and beautiful cheeks were warm and moist, and he still had a seductive charm.

But what is different from usual is that Tang Jingwen has a little more indescribable aura. Even in the outfit of a city woman, she no longer has the same market smell as before.

The rain crackled outside, but the room was silent.

The white bird like a glutinous rice ball squatted properly between Tang Jingyan's legs, with her black eyes very focused, staring at the oil lamp on the dressing table.

Two flames reflected in the shiny black bird's eyes.

The room was airtight and the flames should have been straight up, but the bird dumplings strangely found that the small flames on the lampstand seemed to be moving.

"Jiji--"

Tuanzi called twice, probably because he wanted the master to check it out, but the master did not respond at all.

Soon, the flames shaking became clearer.

Hu—Hu—

It was like an invisible wind was blowing, and the flames on the lampstand were shaking in the direction of the embroidered bed, flashing, until they were completely tilted, and the flames were gradually stretched and extended toward the bed.

"twitter--"

The little bird dumpling saw the flames floating towards it, and was very scared. He arched around his master's arms, trying to remind him, but unfortunately he still did not respond.

The flame of the oil lamp had turned into a tongue of flames more than a foot long. The dumpling flew up in panic and came to the candlestick, trying to use its small claws to extinguish the fire.

It’s a pity that as soon as I got closer, the white fluff was burnt a little.

Seeing that the flames were getting longer and longer, and were about to touch the curtains of the bed, the house would be lit. The dumplings were so anxious that they flew around the house, chirping and reminding, and finally they simply hit Tang Jingyun's chest.

puff--

It was at this moment that the flames on the oil lamp seemed to have lost their traction, the two-foot-long flame tongue dissipated, and the oil lamp returned to its original state.

Tang Jingyan's eyelashes moved, then opened her eyes. The confusion in her eyes quickly returned to the clear light, and she lowered her head and looked at the dumpling.

"Jiji--"

The dumpling fell on the bedding, and the fluff on his chest was burned by the flames. There was a black mark. He flapped his small wings in grievance and kept signaling to the oil lamp next to him.

"Silly bird, who made you fly around? Was it burned?"

Tang Jingwen obviously didn't understand what the dumpling meant, and was angry and distressed. He hurriedly picked up the dumpling and touched the burnt fluff with his hands a few times. Seeing that the bird was innocent, he raised his hand and tapped it on his head:

"I saw that it was the fire that was still pounced on, but now I know I feel wronged? I'm stupid."

"Jiji--"

Tang Jingwen whispered a few words, and saw that Xiaobi was really aggrieved, so she stopped talking. She put together the "Qi Qing Jue" next to her and blew out the oil lamp on the craftsmanship.

The lights on the window paper went out, and the rainy night gradually became quiet. It took me a quiet mutter to me in the room:

"I feel that refining Qi is quite simple, why can't Xiao Zuo learn it..."

"grumble."

"When he comes, do you think I should pretend that I can't learn it, and then ask him more questions? Men are all very proud of their face. If I learn it in one go, he will definitely feel bad..."

"grumble."

"Do you understand? Jijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijijiji

"twitter."

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At the same time, on the south bank of Wende Bridge.

The residence of Wang Zheng, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, is only two alleys away from the Zuo Mansion. It is time to turn off the lights and go to bed. The inside and outside of the mansion have become quiet, and only the study room is on.

In the study, Wang Zheng was wearing a nightgown and opened a wooden box with candlelight, and there was a piece of tiger whip inside. He carefully picked up the tiger whip, watched it back and forth, nodded slightly, and took the wine jar on the bookshelf.

The wine jar was lifted and the tiger whip was not put in yet, a light sound came from outside the study:

Stepping on—

Wang Zheng frowned, and in a blink of an eye, the window suddenly opened and a black shadow rushed in.

Wang Zheng was so scared that he was about to call for the guards, but the figure who came in said anxiously:

"Mr. Wang, it's me, Zhao Ze, don't shout..."

Wang Zheng's shouting came to an abrupt end. After looking at it, he realized that the figure in a mess in front of him was Zhao Ze. He breathed a sigh of relief and his face darkened:

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night? There is a suspicion from the arrest department outside. What should I do if the news is leaked?"

Zhao Ze's face turned pale. After carefully closing the window, he turned around and knelt on the ground, bowed and bowed:

"Mr. Wang, you are my real father and your rebirth of your parents. If it weren't for your last words, I would have explained it to the mountain today..."

Suddenly being given such a big tribute, Wang Zheng was stunned, but he immediately came back to the taste:

"You've messed up again?"

Zhao Ze was still in fear at this time and knelt on the ground and didn't even think about it. He was about to speak when he suddenly saw the tiger whip in Wang Zheng's hand.

Wang Zheng looked down and said, "Well... I prepared it for Li Xiang. You know, Li Xiang is old..."

"I understand! Lord Wang doesn't need to say much. Next time I will prepare something fierce for Li Xiang, and you will bring it to Li Xiang yourself."

"Oh, if you have this intention, Li Xiang will definitely feel very comforted."

Wang Zheng waved his hand slightly, but his face immediately became darker:

"I've really done the matter?!"

Zhao Ze stood up with an innocent expression:

"I really can't blame me for this. I called all the fellow Taoists near the capital, with a total of six people. Although I was afraid and kept wandering around, five of them were fighting for their lives. As a result, Lord Wang, what do you think?"

"I've fought desperately?"

"There is no bones!"

Zhao Ze slapped his hands and helped Wang Zheng sit down on the Grand Master's chair:

"Mr. Wang didn't see that scene. Originally, the kid had no cultivation, but he broke through the realm. He raised his hand and brushed it with one sword. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been reincarnated now."

When Wang Zheng heard this, he frowned:

"What does it mean to break the realm?"

"I suddenly practiced my cultivation and looked quite tall. I suspect that the boy was hiding his body and pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger..."

"Don't you talk about these useless things. Have you spilled dirty water out?"

Zhao Ze nodded: "All follow your old arrangements. I specially asked them to bring the sign of Fushishan. If nothing unexpected happens, I will definitely see it. As for whether it can cause trouble to the east, it is still unclear. Too many people died, so I only dealt with the corpse and had no time to deal with other traces. There must be doubts."

Wang Zheng waved his hand: "Oh, that's all, I don't expect you to be low-key these days, don't really expose yourself. If you find out the truth about the national teacher, I'll give Cheng Jiujiang some advice and let them test it."

"That's good. Lord Wang can do his tricks at will, just try to sow discord..."

"Can speak human language?"

"hehe……"

Zhao Ze was frightened by the scene where Zuo Lingquan descended to earth. He thought about it and said:

"By the way, that Left Prince Consort, Lord Wang must be careful. At such a young age, if you don't get rid of it early, you will definitely suffer a great disaster in the future..."

"You tell me about this matter to your Heavenly Lord. The 'Immortal Master' under your command is completely dead. How can I get rid of a civil servant? I will tell him to death with my mouth?"

"Uh... that's true, then I'll report to the Heavenly Lord?"

"You won't make any decisions?"

"I made my own decision and felt I could not live next month."

“…”

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