Chapter 191 Is a car or a pawn

The wind blows very gently, a little like the hand that lifts the bride's red head, which is so gentle that it makes people a little intoxicated.

Rongjiaojiao's clothes were blown closer to her skin by the wind, highlighting her enchanting figure more and more, but her heartstrings are undoubtedly tighter in this wind!

She didn't dare to ask freely before the Lord opened her mouth, such as why she chose to call her tonight.

Somehow, standing beside the Lord, an inexplicable depression spread crazily in her chest, soaking her heart and making her almost stop breathing. With fine sweat and weak muscles, she could even clearly hear her fluttering heartbeat.

"You're very nervous!" The Lord's neutral voice sighed.

His voice is neither male nor female, and he can't tell the difference between male and female, but it is not as sharp and harsh as the eunuch's tone. On the contrary, it is still peaceful, gentle and pleasant, but it doesn't make people feel comfortable. It is this kind of contradictory feeling that makes people feel unnaturally sweaty and chilly.

With his martial arts skills, he can completely change a normal voice. Whether it is male or female voice, I believe that no one will doubt his gender. But he chose to use this sound. Why?

Rongjiaojiao doesn't know. She never dares to speculate, because Tianwei is unpredictable!

Since she submitted to the Lord, she has never seen his true face, and she doesn't even know his gender. Her well-known peers dare to talk about the Lord behind their backs, and they will die inexplicably when they speak, and the methods of death are strange and miserable, which makes people more afraid.

A few words hit the bottom of her heart like a Qianjun hammer. Her blood flow immediately accelerated, and her body trembled violently. She hurriedly knelt on one knee and said uneasily, "Damn it!"

When she was worried about how she would be punished, a huge force helped her up. Knowing that the Lord had forgiven her, she was surprised. The Lord rarely had such a good temper.

"Do you know why I am looking for you?" The Lord stood up and looked up at the moon in the sky.

"I don't know." At this time, Rong Yaoyao's heart was filled with great joy, and she dissipated a lot of tension. At this time, when she heard the Lord's question, she couldn't help thinking that the Lord would summon herself alone tonight. Could it be that she wanted to...

She thought that she had a lot of kung fu. If the Lord was a man, she would serve him like a fairy. If the Lord was a woman, it was hard to guarantee that it would not be good. If you can get the appreciation of the Lord, what is the fear of the world? But will it be your turn to do such a good thing?

***

The girl's heart method is an extremely smart charm skill. If you want to reach the highest level, you must be a virgin. If you ** in the middle of the way, you will have no hope to climb to the peak of your life, and you have to endure a lot of desire. Because of this, Wen Caiting's life has become extremely unrelegant.

In those years, she and Zhu Yuyan worshipped under Yin Guimen. Due to qualifications, the strongest martial arts and magic skills were awarded to Zhu Yuyan, but she went on an unbearable road because of one thing. She was full of resentment, but because of her nature, she did not retaliate against anyone. It is for this reason that she made friends with Bai Qinger, who is very similar to her situation, and took care of her like an elder sister to protect her from harm.

Today, Bai Qinger didn't agree to ask for the full volume of the girl's heart method, which really made her feel sorry. She had no hope, but she didn't want Bai Qinger to ruin her life like her. However, seeing that Bai Qinger has her opinion, she can't say much.

Now she is almost worried. Her white jade cheeks turned red and she said andly, "Aren't they all in great fun?"

Bai Qinger picked up her snow-white shirt and skirt and smiled, "Aunting's words are a little wrong. With Aunt Ting's beauty, are you afraid that no one will quench your thirst by waving?" Without waiting for her to refute, she said, "Aunt Ting, don't think I don't know. I'm afraid your male pets have died half a month ago, right?"

Thinking of the man, listening to Bai Qinger counting the secrets in her heart bit by bit, a sense of at a loss enveloped the whole body and mind. Wen Cai Ting's heart was like a deer, and her full and convex breasts fluctuated sharply.

She hasn't had a feeling of being moved by a man for a long time, and finally met one. Unfortunately, she has already been ruined because of this damn skill, and she is not worthy of pursuing her own happiness. She was determined to change for him, but in the end, it was difficult to defeat the terrible desire, so she had no choice but to ask Bai Qinger to vent her fire.

Bai Qinger continued jokingly, "Are you doing it for one person? That person's name is Ming Zongyue?"

Hearing that she didn't show any face for herself, Wen Caiting glanced at her and said hatefully, "Little girl, how dare you say that it doesn't mean anything to him?"

Bai Qinger did not deny it. She put on a white skirt and covered the exquisite and beautiful body. She smiled and said, "You and I were negligent just now. Do you know who is the man's breath in the air just now?"

Seeing that her thoughts were in high air, Wen Caiting couldn't help but be stunned, and then her eyes lit up and said happily, "You mean, it's him?"

"Not bad!" Bai Qinger sighed, and only she knew the reason for this sigh. "Although he transformed his body breath, there was still a trace of imperceptible breath. Xu Liuzong probably didn't smell it either. I thought he was doing everything he could to avoid Li Valve's search, but he didn't know that he would have anything to do with his good mother Shafang.

Xiu frowned slightly, and Wen Caiting said doubtfully, "But what does this have to do with the safety of my senior sister?"

Bai Qinger tied her clothes, squatted down, put on her socks, and said helplessly, "This is another problem. It's a long story. Qing'er has to make a short story. Whether you believe it or not, Mingzong is rushing to the palace at this moment. With him, there will be no problem with him." After saying that, he lifted the brocade quilt and exposed Wen Caiting's graceful figure to the air. "Senior Sister Wan has come, and what we need to do is another thing."

Wen Caiting was still a little confused, but when she heard her talk, she also believed a little. The specific details can only be told by her on the way. Just thinking about the relationship between Zhu Yuyan and the man, which was widely spread from the outside world, she had a trace of jealousy and added a little uncontrollable hatred. She couldn't help clenching her pink fist. I don't know who she hates?

Bai Qinger tosss the clothes to Wen Caiting, and there is a feeling of doing something wrong in her heart. Aunt Ting, Qing'er did this for your own sake!

***

The Lord said, "Jangyao, you and Dong Shuni are called Luoyang Shuangyan. Is that so?"

Rongjiao was very strange. How could the Lord chat with her? She only needs a little investigation to know this matter, but she couldn't figure out what he meant and dared not neglect it. She said respectfully, "Yes. My subordinates and Shuni are sisters and have been friends since childhood. She is the daughter of Wang Shichong's own sister. Before Wang Shichong made a fortune, our two families had a relationship. Pichen even thought about her as an apprentice, but later it was over. Do you want your subordinates to lead her into the door to serve you?"

The Lord posted, "What other means do I need to accept people to get started?"

Rongjiao was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything more.

She was originally the adopted daughter of Lao Jun Guan Pichen. She was once exchanged with Zhu Yuyan of the Yin Gui School. She was listed as a registered disciple and did not learn any profound skills. Her other identity is one of the five Mingzi of Daming Zunjiao. During these days, she has been following the instructions of the good mother and tried her best to attract Yang Xuyan to join the school for the position of atom. I heard that there will be action in the teaching tonight, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with her.

A year ago, the mysterious master found her and took her in, which made her uneasy. Even she couldn't figure out what was the use of her meager body. In her opinion, the master's martial arts have shocked the past and the present, and what she has taught her casually has benefited a lot, and the masters in the door are even more. There are countless high and strong people like her, the master of the Ming Dynasty, who are no different from waste like her.

But she understands that the Lord seems to treat her a little different from others. She can't say how different it is. It's just an intuition. At this time, she really didn't know what the Lord was for her. This person was moody. If he accidentally lost his life, wouldn't it be in vain?

The Lord said, "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is a rumin. I take the world as the plate, the world as the son, and the game over the years. Dong Shuni is a useful chess piece in this seat. You need to guard it carefully and don't let her get hurt. Do you understand?"

Rong Yaoyao's heart is so sad. I really don't understand. What does this mean by "can't hurt people"? Don't mention that this condition is strange. With the strength she knows, is it easy to protect Dong Shuni, a weak woman? How could the Lord give this task to her who is not very good at martial arts?

She muttered in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it and quickly agreed. The Lord mentioned this matter with her alone in private, which was the top priority. It seemed that he had to pay more attention to Shuni.

Zun Zhuxuan sighed again: "This seat has been in layout for more than 40 years, and I have finally gained something tonight. I'm lonely and embarrassed, so I have to talk to you about something on your mind.

Some people are inevitably lonely standing high, and some things are stuck in their hearts, but they just want to find someone to pour out.

Rong Yaoyao was a little disappointed. It turned out that the Lord did not value her very much. On second thought, she was excited. With the power of the Lord, how blessed should it be to choose yourself? After savoring the meaning of his words, he was terrific. What on earth was he plotting for the master's "layout" for more than 40 years?

"Do you know who lives in this house?" The Lord ignored Rong Yao's ups and downs and pointed to the giant house beside him.

Although Rong Jojo knew that she only needed to be a good listener tonight and cooperated with a few voices, she wanted to show off some information she knew to win the appreciation of the Lord, so she said, "This is the secret industry of the Momen Yin Gui School in Daxing, and it has only been occupied by Shafang for a few days."

"Oh?" It is common sense that the Lord did not make a statement on her words, and the superiors were happy and angry, and then said, "You only know one of them, but you don't know the other." How can the Yin Gui faction have such a grand industry? This was originally owned by the Sui Chamber, and the secret path can lead directly to the palace. The scenery inside is beautiful, and even Yang Jian has never forgotten to return. When he sent it to Yang Jun, the king of Qin, he was quite reluctant!"

Rong Yao is curious. If so, how can it become the industry of the Yin Gui School? No matter how carefully he chewed the Lord's words, he had no respect for Emperor Wen Yang Jian, but mentioned his third son Yang Junshi and still wore a title. Although this could not mean anything, there was always something confusing to her.

The Lord did not talk about it in detail, but said, "There is a good play in the palace tonight. Do you know who is the protagonist of the play?"

"Drama?" Rongdiao didn't know what "drama" was, but she still understood what it meant and obediently said, "I don't know."

The Lord was interested and said oilly, "You can guess that there are three people in total, and you still know two of them."

Rong Juao's mind turned around and searched for the people she knew in her mind. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed and said, "Is it Ming Zongyue and Zhu Yuyan?"

"Well, you have a good brain!" The master was a little surprised. She didn't expect that she could guess it so quickly. On second thought, it was true. There were only two top masters that Rongdiao knew. In addition to the two of them, who else deserved to sing his play?

Rong Yaoyao bit her plump lips and asked, "Are you lucky enough to know who the third person is?"

It's not that she is bold, but she thinks that since the Lord has this kind of talk, of course she has to cooperate well. Such a double reed is interesting, and how to grasp what the Lord is willing to talk about and which is taboo depends on her ability to observe words and listen to sounds for many years.

"Dead!" The corners of the Lord's mouth curled like a joke, and these two strange words escaped.

"Dead people?" Rongdiao muttered these two words and couldn't figure out the meaning. When she was annoyed, she thought again, how could what she said as a respected Lord be casually understood? Comforting myself like this makes me feel much more comfortable.

"From tomorrow, you will know his name!" There was a slight smile in the master's tone. I don't know whether it was appreciation or sarcasm. "Hey hey, it's interesting. The old man still left such a difficult problem for me. Does he also want to go against the sky?"

"Agains the sky?" Rongjiao was confused and silent. At present, she doesn't need her to talk too much.

The Lord sighed inexplicably and said, "Ming Zongyue, Ming Zong Yue, whether you are a car or a soldier, it depends on tonight!" Don't let me down!"

Rong Jiao was shocked all over, and a scene appeared in front of her eyes last night when the old man was looking at the people plotting against Ming Zong Yue. There was also the battle between Ning Daoqi and Ming Zong Yue this morning. It was a series of plans and could not be prevented. Is this also the handwriting of the Lord?