Chapter 10 Bamboo Horse Around the Ink Building

What a bold...

Looking at the cheering crowd downstairs, Wang Xiner's face was shocked and her heart was not calm.

Up and down in Liujing, countless subjects have been hidden in the drum by a servant. She is so bold, but she is the only one who knows...

Aware of the increasingly cold eyes of the woman opposite, Wang Xiner subconsciously wanted to tell everything.

Maybe it was a coincidence that at this moment, the teenager's erratic eyes fell on the restaurant.

Their eyes touched each other, and across the boiling long street, the two were stunned at the same time.

The teenager's eyes were a little confused at the beginning, and then flashed a little panic. However, before long, he gradually calmed down, just like the "boy" beside him who could only squint and smile.

No, I can't say it myself. Even if Li Zhuxin is believed, he will ask to the end. Once An Bochen is exposed, even the secrets of immortals will be exposed. At that time, she will no longer care about the so-called "sister" friendship, turn her back and confess herself and swallow the fairy secret book.

"Wang Xiner, take care of yourself."

The woman opposite got up, looked no more at Wang Xiner, and brushed her sleeves away. Wang Xiner shrank into the wooden chair as if she hadn't heard, avoiding the eyes that made her flustered, and her high chest fluctuated.

The situation of that night floated in front of me again. I thought she was an ordinary servant, but unexpectedly countered her, broke the purpose of her trip, and took the opportunity to escape. The counterattack that night was amazing, but no matter what, he was just a twelve- or three-year-old teenager. As expected, he couldn't help sneaking into the capital and hit Wang Xiner.

However, something unexpected happened to her. Today, on the seven-story Moyun Pavilion, Mr. Li, who was killed by her, came back to life, and the young man named An Bochen was also on the stairs.

With just one hand, he broke his good thinking. His previous complacency became extremely funny at this time. He made a mistake, and the whole plate fell down. It was ridiculous that he was crushed to death by a servant.

There was a strong hatred in her eyes, another glass of wine under her belly, and her cheeks were red. Wang Xiner forced herself to calm down.

Lizhu has regarded herself as an abandoned son. She wants to stay in Liujing, but she can no longer count on her. She finally got the whereabouts of the immortal secret book. She must not return empty-handed and can only find another way out... This An Bochen can make a fake "Li Gongzi". It's not his power. There must be a master behind him to help him. Don't act rashly before you find that person.

An Bochen, who is standing on a high-rise, naturally doesn't know that Wang Xiner's crooked intestines, stands on the building, climbs high and looks far away. The huge Liujing is in his eyes, the pavilions, the streets, and the passers-by who walk in a hurry, with the unique luxury of Liujing fell into An Bochen's eyes. Standing beside the "boy", climbing the ink tower and enjoying the cheers of the people in Liujing are really high-willed, not to mention that the prince beside him is fake. In the final analysis, second only to the Mo Tower of the palace, he stood alone. The autumn wind hit his face, blowing his forehead and confused his eyes, which was a little like the wind flying that day.

An Bochen was distracted, and a flash of cherry red suddenly flashed in front of him, and his face was slightly red. An Bochen cleared his throat and shouted.

"The seller has been decided before the prince came out."

When the words fell, the Buyi Street gradually became quiet, and the vendors were looking forward to the height of the pavilion and were eager to try.

The girl whose eyes fell to the corner of the street and her little face seemed to be sulking. An Bochen smiled, subconsciously pinched his fist and said.

"Please invite the girl who sells cherry blossoms. The prince has fallen in like it. Please come into the building and talk about it."

Seeing that their goods were not valued by the prince, the vendors were all disappointed and regretful, but they also politely made a way and let the red-haired girl go to Moyun Tower. The young man liked freshness. Unexpectedly, what he liked today was the cherry blossoms that could be seen everywhere. He looked at the girl with a surprised face with envy, chattered for a while, and then looked up. The figure of the prince was gone on the pavilion, and the vendors dispersed.

Wang Xiner in the opposite restaurant just looked at the red-haired girl curiously, and then got up and left. It fell into An Bochen's eyes, but it made him feel strange.

There are also two people with strange faces. One is a middle-aged man sitting in a small tea shop on the corner of the street all the time. He wears an ordinary gray cloth. Although he has a middle-aged man's face, his hair is white, and the wrinkles on his forehead are deeply embedded, which shows the vicissitudes of life.

He took a sip of the thick tea in the wooden cup. For a long time, he raised his head and stared straight at the height of the Moyun Building.

" Mr. Li once told me that he didn't like beautiful flowers very much, and it's strange today."

He muttered to himself and looked at it for a long time before he got up, threw down a string of copper coins, and slowly left. Seeing the guests' generous hands, the shopkeeper ran to count the money with joy, but when he raised his head, he was suddenly stunned, and the hardcover men who were originally full of tea shops disappeared.

In addition to the middle-aged man in the white dragon fish suit, the other is the bad old man who welcomes the girl into the cabinet. He has two thin beards under his nose and a pair of triangular eyes. Most of the time, he is turbid and lightless. Only when An Bochen accompanied Mr. Li, a trace of fine light suddenly appeared, and then he drooped his eyelids and rolled up his sleeves.

"Girl, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The old man's voice was a little gloomy. Like his dignity, he opened his eyelids listlessly, looked at the girl, moved his footsteps, and moved sideways.

In response, the "Red Girl" walked into the building with a flower basket.

The old man frowned, looked at the girl who followed the light car familiar road around the building column and pedaled up the stairs. The old man frowned, looked at the high part of the pavilion, and casually closed the door.

"Isn't it exposed?"

Seeing the girl coming in, she threw the flower basket aside, found a rattan chair, crossed her legs and lay down. An Bochen scratched his head and asked.

"It's sloppy. With this girl's help, you can rest assured."

The girl replied lazily. Today, she is wearing a water lake blue close-fitting skirt. Although she is not as dusty as when she first saw her three days ago, she reveals a trace of outstanding heroism, which is a little strange and mysterious, just like herself.

"Who the hell are you?"

An Bochen suddenly asked.

"I didn't tell you yesterday. Why don't you believe me again?"

"If it's really like what you said, you come from the Wu family, why didn't Wang Xiner recognize you just now..."

Looking at the playful smile at the corner of the girl's mouth, An Bochen was suddenly stunned, hesitating, and half-confident.

"Do you not only use a pseudonym, but also change your face?"

"You are indeed a little smart, but it's okay. The smarter you are, the harder it is to expose this play."

Shaking her slender legs, the girl said oldly.

"People are floating in the world, and they use pseudonym to save their lives. This is what I have summarized for more than ten years. Maybe you will use it in the future."

Staring straight at the girl's face, An Boxhen only felt a little trance. Under this exquisite face, there was another face hidden. He didn't know whether it was as beautiful as a fairy or more ugly than the second girl with a prickly face at the entrance of the village. An Bochen's eyes widened, just like when his father took him to catch the field frog for the first time that year. His face was full of curiosity and suddenly reached out and touched the girl's face.

And the girl also widened her eyes and was caught off guard by An Bochen's extremely "frivolous" touch on her face. It seemed that she was still a little unfinished. Before the girl came to her senses, An Bochen stretched out his index finger again, as if he had tried watermelon and played it twice.

Silent.

In a blink of an eye, the red-haired girl suddenly changed her color, and her sunny and March-like face became as cold as the twelfth lunar month. She snorted coldly and pushed away An Bochen and said something in her mouth.

The next moment, the soles of An Bochen's feet were empty, but his body was raised out of thin air. Qiang turned his head, and An Bochen's expression stiffened. It was no one else who took him in the air, but "Li Gongzi". Knowing that it was done by a girl, An Baichen still couldn't stop his heart and his face was blue and white for a while, but he couldn't help him begging for mercy.

"That's all. I'll spare you this time. If you still dare to do anything, don't blame me for being cruel."

After waiting for a long time and not seeing An Bochen begging for mercy, the girl only felt a little bored and broke the spell.

After rubbing his sore shoulders, An Bochen was silent for a long time and looked up at the girl.

"Since we are going to play this scene together, it is equivalent to... Ally, why don't you tell me your real name?"

"Is that what you want to know?"

Looking deeply at An Bochen, the girl's eyes flashed. Seeing that An Bochen's face was cramped, the girl couldn't help laughing.

"We came to the capital to play this play together, just for each of us to get what we want. After the play is over, we will go our separate ways. What does it matter if we know the name or not?

"But you already know me."

"Do you think it's unfair? That's all, mother-in-law, when you get a thousand taels of gold to practice Taoism, and I'll tell you when I get the secret book.

Stretching out, the girl stood up from the lounge chair and walked to the back hall.

"You should have a good rest after three days of tiring. You obediently accompany your son in the front hall to recover. The jade hall in the back belongs to the girl. You are not allowed to come in without my permission."

In an understatement, she divided the people of Liujing and even the top pavilion of the Yunmo Building, which was unreachable for literature and martial arts in the Manchu Dynasty. The girl patted her little mouth and yawned, but stopped, turned to look at An Bochen and hesitated.

"Do you know what to do next?"

"I know. In the name of the prince, recruit Tianpin monks to build a fire for me.

Looking at An Bochen, who was not thinking, a strange color flashed in the girl's eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's good to know. After all, I'm not as familiar with Mr. Li as you. The Taoist charm is in my hand, and it is inevitable that I will be noticed by the servants in the building for a long time. When you plant the seed of martial fire tomorrow and give birth to the fire, you will be able to control this Li Gongzi. When everything is done, I will leave Liujing to avoid a long night dream.

After saying that, the girl turned around and walked to the Tibetan Jade Hall.