Chapter 27 Red Dedmon on

The morning light sprinkled into the Tibetan Jade Hall. From the perspective of Simajin, he could see Xiao Hou's trembling chin and the shock bursting from his triangular eyes.

At first glance, it seems that he has been caught a full-shaped mouse. How surprised it is.

Simajin turned his head,

I saw a carriage coming from the end of Zhuque Street. The driver was a young man in blue. He waved a whip and hit the horse's buttocks hard, while greeting enthusiastic fellow villagers on the street.

Seeing this, a red-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of relief appeared in her eyes.

Looking at Xiao Hou again, the old man's face turned white, clenched his fists, and stared at the carriage. It was not until the curtain was raised and the smiling boy in cloth came out that he loosened his fists, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared. He took two steps back, like a defeated rooster, with his eyelids shrugged and disbelief on his face.

Why is it like this? Although his plan is not foolproof, he can figure it out step by step and introduce An Bochen into the trap... How could he escape? Not only did he have nothing to do, but he also brought back the fake boy...

Xiao Hou's eyes turned straight, and his mood could not calm down for a long time.

It's not that he is arrogant and conceited, but that he does have the capital not to pay attention to An Bochen. Not to mention An Bochen, even the Duke of Huo is just like this in his eyes. In this Liujing and even the Liu Kingdom, the only thing he is afraid of is the Li Gongzi, who has to bow down. Now that Li Gongzi died, no one could control the smiling fox who killed Chen Guo's great rivers and mountains with his own strength, so his first step was to take away the family business left by the prince, and then step by step to become another Li Gongzi, and even beyond the existence of Moyun Tower.

But he never thought that his inevitable plan would be cracked by the inconspicuous little servant.

Is it that I'm really old?

The corners of his mouth smiled bitterly. Xiao Hou looked at the teenager who went upstairs and subconsciously remembered the figure who stood by the window lattice and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back when he climbed the seventh floor last night.

Although it was only for a moment, the green shirt floated, outstanding, like an eagle with feathers in the wind, and like the Prince Li who doesn't know where he is now.

The pupil suddenly shrank, and Xiao Hou had a trace of fear in his heart.

Such a young man usually endures like this, deeper than me, but the prince's "death" is like a tiger and a wolf. If he doesn't sing, he has already been amazing. He grabs the Moyun Tower in front of him and put the Moyun Tower in his palm of his hand. The most important thing is... He is just a teenager. He is still like this today. When he walks out of the country of Liu, won't he become that kind of shackle in troubled times?

Looking at An Bochen passing by him with a blank face, Xiao Hou couldn't help sighing.

Sure enough, there are talented people in the country. This teenager is also a person in my way. If he can be trained well, he will definitely be a disaster for the country in the future.

An Bochen, who was full of fatigue, didn't know the changed idea in the old man's heart. "Hold" Mr. Li, who was smiling, walked to Sima Jin and scratched his head.

"When Mr. Li is back, this Moyun Tower can live again."

As soon as he finished speaking, his forehead hurt, but the girl who was half a head taller than him suddenly knocked violently and pouted, with an unhappy face.

"Why don't you sue me?"

"You fell asleep last night, or I took you back to your room."

An Bochen rubbed his forehead and said helplessly.

"Hold?"

Hearing this, Simajin's face turned slightly red, and her raised fists were pinched again.

"What else did you do?"

After thinking about it, An Bochen said seriously.

"A lot of bad things have been done."

The voice fell, and the girl opposite smiled.

"You are born to tell cold jokes."

At this time, Simajin did not mention An Bochen's trip to the Duke's Mansion, and An Bochen smiled shyly, scratched his head, looked at Mr. Li standing on the platform, and heard the strange sound behind him.

"Tut, it's really gratifying for Bo Chen to come back safely... But I don't know what to do with me?"

Looking back at the smiling old man, An Bochen thought for a minute.

"Let's open the skylight and talk about it. Mr. Xiao's picture is this Moyun Tower, but Bo Chen does not plan to stay in Liujing for a long time. If Mr. Xiao can join this scene together, after this performance, Simajin and I will leave Liujing, and Mo Yunlou and the prince's industry will naturally be under Mr. Xiao's name.

Simajin frowned and just wanted to open his mouth. He could see An Bochen, who was talking, hesitated a little and withdrew his words.

A ray of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. Xiao Hou pulled down his eyelids and touched his chin.

"Bochen is not afraid that I will hurt you again?"

"The combination is the two benefits."

An Bochen said without thinking. He had seen the extremely majestic knife of Duke Huo, and then looked at the strange Xiao Hou. Although An Bochen knew that this man was full of bad water, he didn't know why, he always felt that there was nothing terrible.

"Okay, it's a deal. I'm the only one in this game."

With a sneer, Xiao Hou also said without hesitation.

On the seven-story pavilion of Moyun Building, Mr. Li, who was smiling, stood against the fence. Next to him was a green-shirted servant who also squinted and smiled, but from today on, there is another gloomy old man. Both of them have a smile on their faces, but what they think in their hearts is different.

What Xiao Hou is thinking about is the high-rise building overlooking the capital and the "deep hidden" teenager beside him. He is neither a son of a prince, nor a family background. Such a character is suitable for cultivating into another smiling fox, causing trouble in the world and rooting out the Da Kuang family... However, if you want to achieve such a great career, you still need to understand the conspiracy and tricks you have gained in your life, so that you can become a "big weapon".

In vaguely, Xiaohou has regarded An Bochen as his "stakeover", and he couldn't help feeling slightly relieved, but he didn't know that at this time, An Bochen had no other thoughts and only thought about one thing.

I can see the income of such a large capital city, but I can't see anything outside.

An Bochen's face was calm, and he even squeezed out a smile, but his heart was like the sea in the storm, undulating and difficult to calm down.

He was ingested by Huo Guogong. From then on, he could only stay here in Liujing, and even Yuanjing Village could not return. Liujing is so big that he hasn't even walked all of it, but at the moment when the Taoist charm is ingested, a far-large magical world flies by. At this time, the Liujing is so small that it can't be, like a cage that binds him to this palm-sized land.

In the past, An Bochen longed for the prosperous Liujing, but now he only thinks about how to get out.

There are two ways to get out. One is that the Duke of Huo takes the initiative to unblock it, and the other is to cultivate to the green fire. But Simajin was born in the Sima family and has not cultivated the local products until now. He is just an ordinary servant who has just embarked on the road of practice, and I don't know how long it will take to cultivate the green fire.

The events of the five days passed through his eyes like running water. From the prince being "killed", to holding Wang Xiner away temporarily, to being lucky enough to master Moyun Tower at present, all this seemed to be beautiful and as magical as the story in the play, but An Bochen felt that he was like a willow catkins in the wind. He couldn't help but be at the mercy of it. Now he is even small. Xiaoliu Kyoto can't get out.

"How can... How can you control your own destiny?"

On the high pavilion, the teenager muttered that this sentence is not profound. Many people have thought about it, but the vast majority of 13 or 14-year-old teenagers never think about these things.

A strange brilliance flashed in Xiao Hou's eyes beside him. The more he looked at An Bochen, the more different he felt. He secretly said in his heart that if last night's plan worked, wouldn't there be less thieves in the future?

With a low cough, Xiao Hou stroked his beard and said angrily.

"If Bochen wants to control his own fate, he needs to control the fate of others. Seeking people's hearts, seeking national fortune, and seeking the imperial program, only by controlling the fate of the people of the world in the palm of your hand can you control your own destiny.

Xiao Hou stood on the fence and brushed his beard. If there was more than one more towel and a feather fan, he would have the temperament of a dog-headed military master who pointed the country. But he looked sideways, and the young man stood stunned and ignored the reason he had summed up in decades of upsitudes and vicissitudes.

"Amonism, only abism can gain the power to control one's own destiny."

Looking at the slightly lonely back of the teenager, Simajin hesitated to say.

Xiao Hou's eyelids jumped, and he saw An Bochen suddenly turn around and look at Simajin.

"Hong Fu, please teach me how to practice."

"It's not so easy to be a teacher."

Looking at An Bochen with a smile, Simajin said something.

"I want to eat osmanthus cake as a teacher. Dust, go shopping with my teacher."

When his voice fell, Xiao Hou's eyelids jumped again. He saw An Bochen walking to Sima Jin without saying a word. His arm raised the buttocks of "Li Gongzi", and the "Li Gongzi" who was spanked turned around and stared at him with a smile.

"Huh, beauty is a disaster. How can a little girl practice Taoism? Is it a double cultivation method... I don't know where the wild girl came out. It's really... What a disgrace!"

Seeing that An Bochen was not moved by his strategy at all, he was hooked away by a little girl. Xiao Hou was angry, and the "Prince Li" still stared at him with a smile. Suddenly, he was furious, slapped Mr. Li's buttocks again, patted "Prince Li" right, and then snorted coldly, wiped his hands and brushed his sleeves. And go.

......

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

"Not enough, a little deeper..."

"Ah, An Bochen, are you a man? You're only a few times..."

“...... An Bochen, you should correct your mind. Ordinary people don't teach him like this.

...........

In the Tibetan jade hall, the wind rolled up the curtains. The girl lay on the bed, eating osmanthus cake, and looked at An Bochen, who was doing push-ups. Her eyes were bent into a crescent, and the inside was full of smiles.

Humph, let you sneak out last night, and you didn't call me for such a funny thing. Since you want to learn Taoism, you won't have a good life from now on.

Turning his head and looking at the bustling Zhuque Street outside the window, the wind brushed his face and eating osmanthus cake. Sima Jin only felt so comfortable, and the deep troubles in his heart seemed to fade a lot.

She didn't find that in just five or six days, her attitude towards An Bochen had been very different, which had never happened to Princess Bing.

Perhaps since she left the State of Wu, the powerful door valve, and the family that had to spend countless thoughts to survive, she gradually became a little different. Without those intrigues, there are no cold-blooded means that even the elders of the clan are amazed by them. Some are just the flawless smile that should belong to her, as if they have returned to the "dream" place...

There is something that An Bochen doesn't know, and maybe he will never know.

When the West City met An Bochen that night, there was a killing charm hidden in Simajin's sleeve.

She doesn't like to force people to be difficult, but there are some things that can only be done if it is difficult. Fortunately, she is the princess of the Sima family, and few things can make her difficult.