Nangong Mo put down the teacup in his hand and said lightly: "Do you have any opinions on Lord Qi? Or, do you have any better ideas?"

The Youzhou governor looked gloomy and asked, "I don't know when the princess thinks he wants to have many talents? I also want to do my best for Youzhou."

Nangong Mo thought for a while and said, "Two thousand people, right?"

The Youzhou governor almost sprayed out a sip of tea. He coughed several times before he recovered and said, "How many?"

"Two thousand, if Lord Qi feels it's not enough, it's OK..." Anyway, there are not many people in the Yan Palace, just because there are many people. Nangong Mo thought without pressure.

"Enough!" said the Youzhou governor decisively.

Nangong Mo smiled and said, "It's good that you're enough. Since you have no objection, let's do as you wish."

"..." When did you follow my opinion? The Youzhou governor wished to stare out a hole in Nangong Mo. Unfortunately, Nangong Mo sat under him and heard the news without asking, and he was calm and calm when you saw the eternal and long-lasting world.

In the end, the Youzhou governor had to retreat. The Youzhou City garrison sent 1,000 troops, and the Yan Prince's Mansion sent 1,000 people to patrol outside the city. If all the people from the Yan Prince's Mansion were really allowed to go, they would be even more speechless in Youzhou in the future.

Deep in Cuiwei Mountain, Gong Yuchen stood under a big tree and looked up at the sky. The moonlight fell on him from the treetops, making the silver mask on his face more charming and gloomy. A man in black appeared silently not far behind him and said in a deep voice: "Peace Master." Gong Yuchen turned around, glanced at him and said lightly: "What?"

The man in black said, "A few thousand soldiers were sent in Youzhou City just now, and now within a radius of fifty miles outside Youzhou City are filled with personal soldiers from the Yan Prince's Mansion. Our people..."

Gong Yuchen laughed softly, his slightly raised tone with a little admiration, "Is it Xiao Mo'er's work again? She has never disappointed me before. Do you think... they are all personal soldiers of the Yan Prince's Mansion?"

The man in black shook his head and said, "No, half of them are soldiers stationed in Youzhou."

Gong Yuchen nodded and said, "With that idiot's ability, he can probably only achieve this level."

The man in black frowned and couldn't help asking, "Master, what should we do now?" Princess Xingcheng put a large number of troops outside the city, and the space they could move was very limited. This was not a good thing for them. Gong Yuchen said indifferently: "Retreat all the people on the surface. If you hit Xiao Mo'er's hands, don't blame me for not being the only ones."

"Yes, the Lord of the Pavilion." The man in black responded in a deep voice. The Lord of the Pavilion is as cruel and ruthless as his resourcefulness. Those who are familiar with him will never doubt his words. If they accidentally fall into the hands of Princess Xingcheng, the Lord of the Pavilion will never save them.

Gong Yuchen looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost time."

"Master, we still want..." Before he finished speaking, he met Gong Yuchen's cold eyes. Under the cold mask, his black eyes looked even more cold and evil, which made people shudder in their hearts. He quickly shut up and said respectfully: "Yes,Master."

Mr. Xiange sat on the roof and carried a pot of wine slowly pouring it into his mouth. In the night sky, the scenery at the foot of the mountain was covered by the night and was scattered into the boundless darkness. Only on the hillside not far away, there was a candlelight swaying gently in a small courtyard. Looking at the spark, Mr. Xiange smiled and shook his head, raised his head and took another sip of wine. A drop of wine fell from his lips, and along his slender neck into his collar, only the clear fragrance of wine wafted out.

With a chuckle, Xian Ge put the wine pot aside and picked up the piano not far away. His fingertips gently raised the sound of the piano flowing out from his fingertips.

In the small yard on the mountainside, the old man held the wine pot and muttered in a low voice: "What's this guy doing? He's going crazy at night."

On the other side, Uncle Master, who was holding a volume of ancient books, looked a little flashed and said lightly: "It's probably because he's in a bad mood, I'll go and take a look."

The old man hummed twice, waved his hand impatiently to signal him to leave quickly.

Under the dark moonlight, the sound of the piano was gurgling like the nine-deep spring, sometimes sobbing and resentful, like all ghosts were sad. Deep in the woods, those who heard the sound of the piano couldn't help but shake their minds and could not help themselves. Those with a weaker mind even showed a look of sadness, and raised the weapon in their hands to commit suicide. The leading man in black saw that this was not good, and quickly roared: "Take it!"

The person who was confused by his mind then came to his senses and looked at the weapons that had reached the edge of his neck in a daze, frightened and sweated. It was not until this time that he understood why Mr. Xiange was called the master of piano and medicine by people in the world. His piano skills were as terrifying as his medical skills.

Young Master Xian Ge sneered, let go of the strings on his fingertips and said lightly: "Since you are here, come out."

Before he finished speaking, a group of men in black appeared quietly outside the courtyard, surrounding the entire courtyard.

"Whoever signs up? I will not kill the unknown rats." Xian Ge sat down on the piano and said calmly.

The man in black in the head sneered: "Young Master Xian Ge is joking. We are already nameless, and we are not worth mentioning."

Xian Ge nodded in agreement, "It's really cheap. Is the people from Shui Pavilion? If you can go back alive, remember to tell Gong Yuchen that I will find him to calculate the grudge today sooner or later."

"Since I'm here, I don't want to go back alive. If the young master is alive, why not ask yourself." The man in black said in a deep voice, waved his hand, "Go! Be sure to kill Mr. Xiange!"

"yes!"

These men in black were obviously all dead soldiers from the Water Pavilion. When they heard the command of the leader, they immediately rushed towards the roof. Mr. Xian Ge sneered but didn't even move his hands. The person who rushed in front thought it was not good. A faint fragrance came from nowhere. The fragrance was intoxicating and made people want to take another breath...

No! My heart hurts. The person in the air fell into the yard weakly, and even trembled for a moment and then his seven orifices were bleeding and his breath disappeared.

Seeing this, the others hurriedly retreated, but a few people were still hit and fell to the ground with trembling. They looked down at their dead companions on the ground, and everyone couldn't help but secretly suck a breath. All the people on the ground were bleeding from their seven orifices, and their faces remained a ferocious and distorted look. Obviously, although the poison was very rapid, it was also very painful.

"Cover your mouth and nose, hold your breath, and go again!"
Chapter completed!