As for Gu Yanfei, Xiahou Qing had already figured out her foundation after meeting her for the first time in a village in the suburbs of Beijing in the twelfth lunar month last year.

He also sent people to Huaibei, and even found out what she had in Huaibei, except for how she learned this superb Taoist method.

Gu Ce, the Hou of Dingyuan, was Gu Yanfei's biological father. He was once a famous general in Dajing and was brave and good at fighting.

Xiahou Qing still heard of this person, but that's all, Gu Ce is just a piece of history.

Death is like a lamp extinguishing, nothing is important.

Xiahou Qing casually opened the folding fan, revealing a pale wrist that seemed to be no longer visible to the sun for many years. While slapping the folding fan, he turned his eyes to Chu Yi.

"What do you know?" His cold voice was filled with interest, and his tone was very firm.

Chu Yi met the other party's spy gaze without any hesitation, and did not intend to hide it. He said calmly: "Nine years ago, the State of Yue sent a hundred thousand troops, but only seventy thousand people returned."

Since he wants to cooperate, he naturally has to show sincerity.

Since he wants to get the other party's intelligence, he has to take out his bargaining chips.

Chu Yi said this in a concise manner.

"It's interesting!" Xiahou Qing was stunned at first, then laughed.

The corners of Hongyan's lips raised, and the smile expanded little by little on her flawless face, turning into a weird and evil smile.

This young master Yi is indeed interesting.

When he was in the country of Yue, he was like a bird in a cage. He could not leave the host family without the favor of the saint. To put it bluntly, he was just a spoil of war from the saint and would be taken out on necessary occasions and sundried.

But in this way, Chu Yi was able to seize the opportunity to discover these clues.

According to the records in the file, there should be 80,000 troops returning to Yue Kingdom in triumphal, which means that in fact, there are 10,000 people missing.

The folding fan in Xiahou Qing's hand squirted twice, and the strands of hair on his temples floated up and fell down again. The flying hair stroked his cheeks, adding a bit of seduction to him, and a gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He recalled the files he had read and said, "According to the files of the Ministry of War, shortly after the peace talks between the two countries, the saint issued an order to pardon the world, and even the army received an amnesty order. The 80,000 troops were fully discharged and returned to the fields..."

Back then, everyone in Yue State was grateful for the kindness of the saints. Now I think about it, the purpose of the saints doing this is probably to hide the missing ten thousand people.

"Tu tuk."

The door of the elegant hall was suddenly knocked, which also interrupted Xiahou Qing's unfinished words.

Old Qi, dressed in black and covered in silver silk, walked in from outside the elegant seat with a expressionless face, without looking sideways, and only replied to Xiahou Qing: "Master, Baili Yin is here."

"One person?" Xiahou Qing asked casually.

"There are also King Kong, Chu You, General Jianwei, Wang Nan, and King Kang's cousin Yuan Zhe." Qi Lao Cang's eyelids were half drooping, and his dry voice did not fluctuate at all.

These three people all play an important role in Dajing Court.

Xiahou Qing looked out the window. A window in the elegant seat where they were facing the gate of the lobby below. From his position, you could see Chu You, Baili Yin and his group standing at the gate of Tianyin Pavilion.

Xiahou Qing just glanced at him, then slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Chu Yi confidently, "I'm here to find you."

The sunlight from outside the window pulled his shadow thin and long, and half of his face was sunk in the shadow, and the light and shadow formed an extreme contrast, outlining his outline more clearly, beautiful and ingenious.

He supported his face with his elbow, his slender index finger tweaked his eyebrows twice, and asked casually: "Where are you two going today?"

There was a hint of disgust in his tone, which led to his cat and dog.

Chu Yi and Xiahou Qing looked at each other, one smiled gently and the other smiled coldly.

"Does Lord Xiahou want to stay?" Chu Yi asked replies without answering.

The meaning of this sentence is equivalent to admitting Baili Yin, Chu You and the others are here to find him.

Liu? Xiahou Qing seemed to have heard some interesting proposal, raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "You are not at all."

Xiahou Qing narrowed his charming phoenix eyes and stared at Chu Yi tightly, wanting to see if he was polite.

Chu Yi's eyes were like two deep wells, calm and motionless.

Since Xiahou Qing couldn't see the clues, he simply stopped moving and glanced out again, and saw Chu You and the others step into the lobby under the waiter's greeting.

He likes to watch dramas and loses his composure.

Then stay here, anyway, he was asked to stay.

Xiahou Qing held the wine pot leisurely and poured himself a glass of free wine. Even the wine pouring was very flamboyant.

Old Qi retreated silently, like a ghost, his steps silently.

Xiahou Qing took two sips of wine casually, and suddenly his face changed. He turned his head and covered his face and coughed twice.

His already snow-white face turned pale again, less ordinary weirdness and a little more weak pathological.

Gu Yanfei glanced at the wine in Xiahou Qing's glass and muttered to him that he was not strong enough and that he was drinking cold white wine. He was really looking for death!

Xiahou Qing took out a white handkerchief, wiped his mouth, threw it away, and then took out a red handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers.

"..." Gu Yanfei pulled the corners of his mouth almost invisibly.

She originally wanted to get a cup of talisman water for Xiahou Qing to drink, but now he wants to rub his fingers carefully three times, and he knows that this person's obsession with cleanliness is even better than that of the third senior brother of the sect, and he will definitely not drink it.

If it was an injection, he might ask him to give him another injection and throw it away after using it.

Forget it.

Gu Yanfei's thoughts flew around, and finally stretched out his index finger and pointed at the table: "Hand."

Xiahou Qing, who was wiping the palm of her palm with a veil, curled her lips and thought to herself: Why should he listen to her?

Thinking of this in my heart, one hand stretched out.

"Put it close to your body." Gu Yanfei slapped a piece of talisman paper on his hand, feeling reluctant: This talisman is not easy to draw. She drew dozens of pictures before she became such a picture, which can nourish her body.

The talisman paper was stuck to the palm of his left hand. When the wind blew, a corner of the talisman paper flew up.

Xiahou Qing lowered his eyelashes, his eyes tensed, as if he was trying to endure something.

Cleanliness is a disease. Gu Yanfei couldn't help but think of Senior Sister Ninth who once jokingly commented on Senior Brother Third.

While thinking, there was a sound of "dengdeng" going upstairs outside the elegant seat. Several people came to this side, with footsteps approaching, and there was still a little speech.

Chu Yi slowly brewed tea again, from beginning to end, calmly and calmly, as if he was not concerned about the sound of footsteps gradually moving in the corridor outside.

Three people, one cup of Biluochun.

The messy footsteps stopped outside the elegant seat, and a waiter outside the door shouted in a panic: "Several guests, there are guests in this elegant seat."

“Isn’t there no one here?”

The familiar male voice rang out slightly arrogantly, and the door of the Yazun's room creaked and was pushed open from outside.

Outside the door, Chu You, wearing a royal blue brocade robe, appeared in the corridor outside the Yashita, facing Chu Yi's eyes, and a cold light like ice flashed through Chu You's eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Ayi?" Chu You smiled slightly at Chu Yi inside the door. At first glance, his uncle and nephew were harmonious.

After not seeing each other for more than ten days, Chu You looked much haggard, his cheeks were slightly concave, with a little sick look, but his eyes were very bright.

It was a kind of ambition that penetrated into the bones, a rock-like determination, with a bit of arrogance in its sharpness.

Behind him were Baili Yin, Yuan Zhe and another tall and mighty middle-aged man with a beard. As for Jingshan, which was originally guarding the elegant seat, he had left a long time ago.

"This is a coincidence." Chu You, who was walking in the front, smiled loudly and said to the waiter behind, "We all know each other, so it's okay to fight here."

"Give us a few jars of your signature wine."

"..." The waiter looked at the three people in the elegant seat.

Chu You didn't care about what the waiter reacted at all, so he stepped into the elegant seat directly.

Yuan Zhe and the middle-aged man also followed closely behind and bowed to Chu Yi:

"The eldest son."

Yuan Zhe had just been released from the imperial prison, and he looked a little thin like Chu You. He was wearing a blue straight blue scarf and a black silk scarf, elegant and gentle.

Even when facing Chu Yi, who had previously ordered him to be imprisoned in the imperial prison, his smile was still decent and polite, and there was no sign of resentment.

When the waiter saw that they did know each other, he said happily: "Those guys are chatting slowly, and the younger ones will go and get the wine."

Yuan Zhe seemed to be chatting, and seemed to explain: "I heard that the "Qingxiao" in Tianyin Pavilion is amazing, so we came to join in the fun, but we didn't expect to meet the eldest son by chance here."

As he said that, Yuan Zhe looked at Gu Yanfei, who was sitting beside Chu Yi, "I didn't expect Miss Gu Er to be here too."

As soon as he said this, he directed everyone's eyes to Gu Yanfei, including the strange middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glanced at Gu Yanfei casually.

Originally, he only took a look because Yuan Zhe obviously knew this second girl Gu, but when he met those eyes like vast stars, he suddenly felt a little inexplicably familiar.

He obviously had never seen this girl before...wait!

Gu?! Her surname is Gu?!

The middle-aged man jumped and vaguely guessed something. He looked at Gu Yanfei and blurted out: "Are you Gu Ce's daughter?"

While speaking, he took two steps forward, and then suddenly realized: Miss Gu, who had become famous because of the Yu family case, was actually Gu Ce's daughter.

"Yes." Gu Yanfei nodded slightly to the other party.

When her chin was slightly raised, the lines on her chin became clearer and a little cold.
To be continued...