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Murong Tianxia, the lord of Mingjing, has always been ambitious. In this case, he is naturally unwilling to be behind. After discussing with his ministers and sons, he decided to take this opportunity to attack the cloud wasteland, hoping to take the opportunity to occupy the cloud wasteland in one fell swoop.

After they discussed the strategy, everything was handed over to the prince Murong Mengze, because Yunhuang was originally the largest country in the world and its power was strong. Although he is now in danger of disintegration, his glory has always been indifferent.

After careful consideration, Murong Mengze made a decision, that is, to send people to sneak into the Yunhuang Kingdom to investigate what happened in the Yunhuang Kingdom, and the Mingjing Kingdom can take advantage of this time to recuperate and gather troops at any time. Once there is real news, he will immediately set up troops.

It is also because of this that Murong Tianxia, the lord of Mingjing Kingdom, took advantage of his idleness to take his two adoptive daughters Murong Qinglu and Murong Yunyi out to hang out at the Nine Fairy Temple.

Murong Qinglu's personality has always been quiet. She is indifferent to everything, as if she is not interested in it at all.

Murong Yunyi, who is only two months younger than her, has a completely opposite personality.

Murong Yunyi is very beautiful and has always been called "the first beauty of the Mirror Kingdom". Her personality is completely inconsistent with her appearance. She has an extremely cheerful personality and often causes a lot of trouble without knowing it.

Now, Murong Yunyi and Murong Qingruo accompanied the national lord Murong Tian down to walk around the hat alley. She thought that the white lotus broken branch blue and white porcelain bowl of others was very interesting, so she went forward to deliberately pretend to be a buyer and bargain with others.

Murong Tianxia saw that she looked charming. He leaned there and talked about the price with the hawker for a long time. Before he could talk about it, he felt depressed, so he went aside to see the calligraphy and painting. Although Murong Tianxia relies on the horse to fight the world, his literary talent is still not to be underestimated.

He saw an old man in the corner of Hat'er Hutong. In front of him was a wooden shelf full of all kinds of calligraphy and paintings.

Murong Tianxia has always studied calligraphy. He looked at the calligraphy and painting carefully and couldn't help admiring: "This stroke is strong and powerful, and every word is very careful. Uncle, I didn't expect you to write such a good handwriting.

After listening to this, the old man's face was still wooden, and he didn't seem to understand what Murong Tianxia was talking about.

At this time, Murong Yunyi had finished quarreling with the peddler, so he came forward and quickly asked, "Father, what do you want to buy and what do you want to buy?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, but I think this old man's handwriting is indeed of a good level. Uncle, if I want to buy a few words from you, I don't know if you will agree to a few words.

"What word?" The old man was still faint. His face looked extremely stiff, and only a little coldness occasionally appeared in his eyes, which made people feel bitterly cold.

"I have an empty fan here. How about you write four words for me on this fan? No matter how much silver you want, I'll just give it to you. Murong Tianxia said to him with a smile.

"I don't know what word you want to ask, sir?" The old man still asked un humble and arrogantly.

Murong Tianxia thought for a moment and pulled out a fan made of white paper from his sleeve. The fan seemed to have just been folded with white paper for a short time. It was bare, and not a drop of ink was stained.

Murong Tianxia put the fan in front of the old man who sold calligraphy and painting and said to him, "I hope you can help me write four words on this fan."

"Which four words?" The old man still asked him coldly.

Murong Tianxia didn't care about it. Usually, he was used to hearing the praise of the courtiers and concubines in the court and the harem. Now suddenly an old man treated him so coldly, which made him feel unheard of and very interesting. He said to the old man, "I hope you write four words on it - Murong Tianxia."

"Murong Tianxia!" The old man raised his head and looked at him up and down for half a day before shaking his head and saying, "I can't help you answer these four words."

"Why can't you help me?" He asked in surprise.

"Because these four words are the name of today's saints, if I help you write these four words on the fan, won't you seek your own death?"

"Oh, is that so? Don't worry. If I say you're fine, you must be fine. Don't worry and boldly answer the question on this fan!" Murong Tianxia said to him with a smile.

The old man was extremely stubborn. "I think the clothes of several people should be like the masters and young ladies of rich families. Why do you have to come in front of my stall to make trouble? Since I said that I can't question it, I will definitely not be able to answer the question. If the emperor dares to question the question on the fan, isn't he looking for his own death!"

Hearing the old man's words, he immediately annoyed Murong Yunyi. Murong Yunyi had always been arrogant and usually dictated. Now he suddenly saw that the old man talking to her so hard, he was not happy he was.

She came forward and said, "Hey, I said, the old man who sells calligraphy and painting, our master is willing to ask you to help write this fan. It's a blessing that you have cultivated for several lifetimes, but you pushed it, but why?"

The old man who sold calligraphy and painting shook his head as he shook his head. There was a trace of color in his turbid old eyes that could not be seen through.

Murong Yunyi said, "The so-called world is for the people, and the world is shouting for profit. Whether it is the people who come today or the people are in the past, everyone is nothing more than chasing the word profit. You promise to write the inscription, and we will pay you. What are you doing?

The old man is still silent.

"I said, you uncle, why are you so ignorant? Our father asked you to write a fan, but you refused here. What do you mean?

After listening to this, the old man shook his head. There was still no expression on his face. Even when he spoke, he could not touch the fine lines in any part. He couldn't help but feel that it was very different. He always felt that this should not be his original face, as if he was wearing a human skin mask.

Murong Qingruo looked at it carefully and always felt that this old man seemed to be a little strange.

She looked around and felt that the people on the road, the people in the hutong, were more and more lonely and lonely, which seemed to be a little different from the original bustle.

So she turned her face, wore a pearl drill on her head, and hung down the tassel. As soon as she spoke, the tassel gently swayed. Her face is white, her skin is as thin as her skin is thin, her eyebrows are slender, and her eyes are shining like stars, which are more and more beautiful.

Her lips were slightly bent up, with a little sadness, and she said faintly, "Father, I don't think it's appropriate to stay here for a long time. Let's go!"

Hearing what she said, Murong Tianxia couldn't help but be a little agile. He turned his face and asked, "Qinglu, what's the matter?"

Murong Qinglu hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "There's nothing to do. It's just that I always feel that it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Why don't we go home!"

After listening to this, Murong Yunyi immediately shook her head and muttered, "No, I absolutely disagree. Sister, it's only been a long time since we came out, and we have to go back. It's simply boring." When she spoke, her eyes were moving, and she had a touching face.

Murong Qingruo took her over, bowed her ear and said, "Don't you think this uncle has something inappropriate about?"

Murong Yunyi opened his eyes wide and said slowly, "I don't think so, sister, what's the difference between him?"

"I've been thinking about it. I can't figure it out. If this old man is really a person who makes a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, he sets up a stall on this most prosperous street. He just wants to earn a little money for a living, but now he has a chance to make money. Why doesn't he make money?"

"You can't say that, sister. You should know that since ancient times, literati have to pay attention to those bones. Besides, what his father asked him to write is the name of the lord of the country. If this is asked, it may be a big crime of beheading. If he refuses to ask questions, he is also in the process of cleaning up. I don't believe that money can't buy it in the world. Something! The so-called people die for money, and birds die for food. Look at me!"

After saying that, she walked forward all over, took off the Jiuqiong exquisite jade pin on her head, put it in front of the old man, and said with a smile, "Old man, this Jiuqiong exquisite jasper cup is worth hundreds of taels of silver. I don't know if this one can impress you and help our father write this fan?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, it's not that I refuse to do it. I just want to write these four words to bear my life. Please invite some others to be smart!"

When Murong Qinglu saw him answer like this, everything seemed to be reasonable again. She didn't understand why, but she not only frowned slightly.