156 What does it mean

"Master, do you really want to take her to the Wing Palace?"

In the Bichi Palace, a purple figure was looking around. The colorful clothes in Shujin were full of scattered clothes and various things, and he did not hesitate to be trampled under his feet.

Hu Lun looked at the figure with a tangled face, and finally sighed. He touched it from the back of the ancient shelf, took out a golden square box of inlaid pine stone, and called helplessly: "Wang Shang..."

Qian Yumo suddenly turned around and saw the box in his hand. He almost moved to him, grabbed it and opened it...

When your eyes lit up, carefully take out the objects inside.

There is no dust, but it still blows carefully.

Then Hu Lun saw him sitting at the table with the little wooden man, pulling his arm, pulling his legs, and laughing from time to time.

"King..." He cried sadly and knelt down to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Qian Yumo said lazily, "It's just a trip to the Wing King's Mansion, not the Dragon Pool Tiger's den..."

"Wang, do you really not know or pretend not to know? What's the relationship between Luo Wen'er and the general? Are you..."

"What relationship?" Qian Yumo was fiddling with the little man's head... The little man's original facial features had already been rubbed off, so he thought about whether to paint it again: "She didn't say it had anything to do with it."

"If she doesn't say it, it doesn't mean she doesn't. How did she come to Wuya? How did she know the general? What kind of person the general is? Don't talk about it?

"No need to say any more. I'm so deaf."

"Wang Shang..." Hu Lun began to kowtow.

"Xiao Lunzi, what do you want me to say about you?" Qian Yumo began to dip in ink: "I think she is really affectionate with Brother Wang. If she is not affectionate, wouldn't her acting skills be too high?"

"Since you are affectionate, why does the king..."

The purple hair in Qian Yumo's hand also stagnated with Hu Lun's tone.

"Wang Shangfei..."

Is it because she is similar to the Dream Concubine, so...

Purple hair began to draw slowly again, first eyebrows, then eyes... Unconsciously, a tearful face appeared in front of him, which seemed to be a little at a loss, but stubborn...

"Brother Wang is not here, I have to brush some..." The pen picked up and hooked a curved lip.

Although he didn't squint, he was already unhappy: "Xiao Lunzi, what is your mouth muttering?"

Fly, fray...

Hu Lun flat mouth: "I think Wang Shang has been very happy recently..."

"What, are you unhappy when you see me happy?"

"How dare the little one? The small one is just..."

Qian Yumo sighed and put down the purple hair: "Xiao Lunzi, I have said before that you have to be free and be free..."

"Yes, yes..."

Hu Luwei said repeatedly, but he was afraid that the master would be too happy and couldn't find his way back.

"What are you muttering in your heart?"

Hu Lun quickly withdrew his thoughts, ran to him, knelt down again, and smiled, "Master, can you stop pretending to be an old man? Although you look small, you are a eunuch, but it is more or less a talent..."

"Don't pretend to be an old man? So what do you want to do? Don't forget, you have appeared in front of her..."

"Of course, the small one will not be recognized by her, and the small one is the same as Lang Hao. How many small ones will be one or two, won't they?"

"What about 'Lao Wu'?"

"It is said that he went back to the countryside. If the master feels that he lacks an old man, let Lang Hao dress up. In that way, he is old-fashioned and decline before he is old! If it really doesn't work, just say that 'Lao Wu' is dead!" The tone suddenly became vicious.

Qian Yumo picked up another little man again: "Didn't we agree? Take the opportunity to find out her origin and what her purpose is. Isn't it suspicious for her to exchange it like this?

Didn't you also say that she was sincere to the general, so what else did you inquire about? Besides, the general is not at home. What are you doing there? Do you want to see if she knows or not? Still want to make her give up completely, and then...

The master is fun, but he is afraid that he is too serious and too involved. Just looking at Lang Hao's miserably, he will know the clue. If it were someone else, it would be fine. It would be a woman with thousands of wings, and then...

Hu Lun seemed to see a flash of light in the corners of Qian Yumo's eyes, hurriedly strangled all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and changed his face and pleaded, "But I don't act like an old man. That day, she wondered why there was such a lively and active old man in the world."

Qian Yumo laughed and raised the two little people in front of him: "Look, how about this time?"

A man and a woman, with delicate eyebrows.

The woman is Luo Wen'er, and the man's...

Hu Lun looked at it for a while and only felt that why did his face look like Wang Shang?

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"That's it."

Qian Yumo stopped and looked back at Luo Wen'er.

Luo Wener looked around, especially looking up at the sky.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and it is noon.

Anything that does something sneaky can't wait to catch up with the dark killing night, but what about Mo Xi? The last time the prison was robbed was in broad daylight. This time, it rained last night, but it didn't come, but it picked up the brightest noon. Are you going to prove this move?

"Let's turn in from here, and then..."

Qian Yumo refers to the outer wall of the East Courtyard. Qian Yuyi once told her that there is no guard here because of the black tiger, but the black tiger has...

Thinking of the thrill and tragedy of that night, the head of the black tiger, and the blood splashed everywhere, she unconsciously clenched her fist.

"Go up."

Qian Yumo arranged Lang Hao to enter the interior first. If he was found to try to attract the attention of the guards in the house, and Hu Lun was used to keep watch, he would jump to the wall.

"Wait..." Luo Wener hurriedly stopped it.

The black tiger is dead, and there should be a lot of guards here, right?

"Is it..."

Qian Yumo squeezed his eyes, suddenly hugged her, and fell lightly on the wall several feet high.

Luo Wener was about to resist when she suddenly saw a melancholy green group in front of her, and there was no guard at all.

The faint fragrance of water fell on my ears: "Don't worry, how can I bring you here unprepared?"

Luo Wen'er's eyes focused on the tall Luohan pine trees... The horror that happened that happened on the night before the moon left obvious traces on their branches. She still remembers that the black tiger lay under the tree...

The wind brushed the treetops and rustled, but it seemed to be mixed with swords, lightning and thunder, flying sand and stones, and the sound was sonorous...

"Cloud, your hand is so cold..." Mo Xi looked at her worriedly: "Why don't we..."

She shook her head and was about to jump down.

However, Qian Yumo hugged her and fell to the ground silently.

"Go!"

He took her through the branches and leaves, never letting go of her hand...