Then he took a piece of paper from the table and dipped his brush into the ink. He tilted his head, obviously distracted. Obviously, he was thinking about his painting again.
Xue Linglong stared at him for a while with a complicated expression. She sighed softly and turned around to pick up the paintings on the ground. She tidied them up and put them on the table. She looked again and found Xu Tangran still hadn't started. She wanted to say something but hesitated. Eventually, she asked, "I heard Empress is pregnant."
Xu Tangran replied casually, "Heaven Sovereign has already pardoned the world. How can it be fake?" But soon, he realized it was nonsense. Who would doubt that? He looked up and teased, "Madam, you seem to be implying something! What? Do you still need to hide anything from me? "
Xue Linglong rolled her eyes at him, walked to the other side, and rolled up her sleeves to grind the ink. "I heard that Lord Niu's situation is not good. The Empress of Heaven's heir has been born, which means that the cooperation between the Kou Family and the Xiahou Family is over, and the Pavilion of Faith and Righteousness will no longer protect Lord Niu, right?"
Xu Tangran looked at her silently and asked, "So what if I am, so what if I am not?"
Xue Linglong asked back, "Then isn't Lord Niu in danger?"
Xu Tangran smiled, lowered his head and started to sketch flowers and plants. "You're not worried about Lord Niu. You're worried that we'll be implicated."
Xue Linglong said, "Aren't you worried at all?"
Xu Tangran didn't stop. "What's the use of worrying? Madam, I know what you want to say. You already know my attitude. I don't think I need to say more. Anyway, I believe Lord Niu has a way to get through this. "
Xue Linglong said worriedly, "But it's different this time. Lord Niu can't defend against the people who took action."
Xu Tangran said, "Isn't there still Family Kou?"
Xue Linglong said, "But I heard that Family Kou also wants to give up. Don't you think about a way out?"
"A way out?" Xu Tangran's brush paused heavily as he slowly tilted his head to look at her. He said coldly, "The Kou family sent so many people to protect Daren, but they couldn't hide it from a woman like you. Where did you hear that the Kou family was going to abandon Daren?"
Xue Linglong bit her lips, "But none of the people sent here are real experts. These people won't be able to stop the big shots of the Heavenly Court. "
Xu Tangran's cold gaze did not change. "Answer me, where did you hear that the Kou family was going to abandon Sir? Don't say it's your own judgment! "
Xue Linglong lowered her head and hesitated for a long time. Xu Tangran looked at her quietly and didn't say anything. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became abnormally depressing.
"Someone has come into contact with me. I'm willing to give you another chance, but you have to make a contribution first, "replied Xue Linglong in a low voice.
Xu Tangran narrowed his eyes. "You want me to cooperate with them to attack Milord?"
Xue Linglong looked up in surprise. "How did you know?"
Xu Tangran's hand loosened, and the pen on the paper fell to the ground. He said expressionlessly, "At this time and place, in this kind of situation. To some people, other than this bit of value, do I have any other value? "
Xue Linglong sighed, "Why do you have to belittle yourself? You are actually capable."
Xu Tangran stood straight with his hands behind his back. "Tell me, who contacted you?"
Xue Linglong shook her head. "I don't know either, but the level of the other party's hint is very high."
Xu Tangran slanted his eyes. "You don't even know who it is, and you dare to come and persuade me?"
Xue Linglong said, "The other party said that as long as you agree, they can talk to you face to face. At that time, they will naturally let you know their identity. At the same time, they will also give you a guarantee that you won't be afraid that the other party will burn the bridge after crossing the river. "
"When did they meet you?"
"Yesterday …"
"What? You're only telling me about yesterday's matter now? "
"I accompanied Madam Feihong, and you accompanied Milord to Ksitigarbha Temple …"
"Stupid!" Xu Tangran rarely opened his mouth to scold her. He walked out of the long table with a black face and paced back and forth. He was silent for a long time. Finally, he stopped and said with a cold expression, "I will decide the meeting place. Help me make an appointment with him."
Outside the window, the lights of the Ghost City were like stars in the night sky. This place was forever immersed in darkness, never seeing the light of day. The brightness of the lights seemed to be eternal.
In front of the window, there were a few pots of fluorescent flowers, emitting a faint fragrance. Beside the tea stove, Lin Pingping and Fei Hong were whispering to each other, laughing softly. No one knew what they were secretly discussing.
She glanced at Miao Yi, who had his hands behind his back as he stared at the Painting of Demons Wreaking Havoc in silence for a long time. Fei Hong realized that Miao Yi seemed to be thinking about something again. She immediately raised her index finger in front of her delicate lips, signaling Lin Pingping to keep quiet.
Lin Pingping turned to look at Miao Yi. She seemed to realize that her snickering was a little too loud, so she raised her hand to cover her mouth.
Fei Hong's lips curled into a gentle smile at her reaction. She personally poured Lin Pingping a cup of hot tea, her expression calm and content. Ever since Yun Zhiqiu took Qian'Er and Xue'Er away, she didn't ask for another handmaiden. She preferred to serve Miao Yi personally, and didn't want to use someone else's help. This was because she enjoyed her current lifestyle, and treasured every day she spent with Miao Yi. Perhaps it was because she was afraid of losing him that she treasured him even more.
As a result, Lin Pingping became her frequent companion.
At this moment, Lin Pingping looked at the person who had just walked in, a little surprised. It was none other than her husband, Yang Zhaoqing. The reason why she was surprised was because Yang Zhaoqing had barged in without any prior notice. There were other women here as well. She could only watch as Yang Zhaoqing quickly strode into the inner room, whispering something under his breath.
The two ladies exchanged glances, realizing that these men must be plotting something again. They consciously turned their heads away and focused on the matter at hand, not looking at what they weren't supposed to be looking at.
Yang Zhaoqing didn't say anything. He only transmitted his voice to Miao Yi, "Milord, he has already gone out to make contact."
Staring at the Demons Wreaking Havoc painting, Miao Yi's face tightened. He seemed to be gritting his teeth as he slowly closed his eyes. With a weak voice, he said, "The sky wants to rain, and the mother wants to marry. A melon that is forcefully picked won't be sweet. Go!"
Yang Zhaoqing lowered his head, then quickly turned around and left. Fei Hong and Lin Pingping glanced at his silhouette as he left, then stole a glance at Miao Yi, who had been standing in front of the painting with his eyes closed for a long time. He was clearly not in a good mood, and didn't know what had happened. However, it wouldn't be convenient for them to bring over the tea they had just brewed …
The phantom market was bustling with activity, and the streets were bustling with activity. Not a single person showed their true faces, and it was hard to tell whether those masks were hiding their true faces or their hearts.
Yang Zhaoqing, who was following behind the two ladies, was the same. He quickly walked up to a restaurant and entered a private room. There were two people waiting inside as well, and when they saw Yang Zhaoqing, they cupped their fists in greeting.
Yang Zhaoqing walked straight to the half-closed window, and tried his best to hide his body as he peeked out. One of the people beside him pointed at the boat that was gradually moving away from the lake. "The target has boarded that boat, and we don't know where it's going. Our men are ready. Milord, who exactly are we dealing with? "
Yang Zhaoqing coldly said, "Don't ask so many questions. Inform the people I've arranged to meet up."
"Yes!" The person beside him immediately took out his star bell, and he didn't know where to contact it.
Soon, a small boat set off from the lakeside not far away, and quickly caught up with the boat. A person could be faintly seen jumping onto the boat from the small boat.
Inside the private room, four subordinates stood at the four corners with their hands hanging by their sides. Yang Zhaoqing, who was sitting at the table, raised his cup and slowly drank. His emotions couldn't be seen under the mask, but his gaze was cold.
After drinking a pot of wine, Yang Zhaoqing seemed to realize something. He tilted his head and asked, "Still no response?"
The previous man immediately took out his star bell again, and after a long while, he said in astonishment, "I can't get in touch with him."
Bang! Yang Zhaoqing slapped his wine cup, "Immediately send someone to check."
The flower boat was still leisurely swaying on the lake. The boatman who was casting a spell to steer the boat was suddenly startled. He saw a figure suddenly flying over, directly breaking through the window, and drilling into the ship's building.
Immediately, several staff members of the flower boat management flashed up to the ship's building. They pushed the door open to check the movement, and they saw a person lying on the ground, and another person standing by the table.
The person standing waved his hand and showed the token of the Ghost City's Zongzhen Mansion to the intruder, but his eyes were fixed on the person lying on the ground, bleeding from the seven apertures of his head. He took out his star bell with his other hand.
Soon, a group of people flew over and barged in with large strides. Yang Zhaoqing, who was in the lead, was a little dumbfounded when he saw the person lying on the ground with blood flowing from the seven apertures of his head. He quickly turned around and asked, "Where's the other person?"
"He went downstairs to relieve himself, and was gone for a while …" The flower boat proprietress said weakly.
Yang Zhaoqing quickly went downstairs and kicked open the door of the toilet. It was empty inside, and there was no shadow of a person. However, the two pedals at the exit of the toilet had been pried open. Yang Zhaoqing stepped forward and looked at the hole at the bottom of the boat. It was just big enough for one person to squeeze in. The four walls were covered with dirt, and there were obvious scratches. Obviously, the person had slipped away from here.
No wonder he couldn't find anyone on the boat. There were people on the boats that passed by, but they didn't see anyone jump out and didn't see any damage to the boat by breaking the bottom of the boat. It seemed that the person had escaped from here.
Yang Zhaoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the scene in front of him. That guy was really capable. He really could do anything. He could actually hide in such a dirty place …
In the Ghost City's Zongzhen Mansion, the first thing Xu Tangran did after returning was to soak in the fragrant soup. He folded a soaked hot towel into a cube and patted it on his forehead. He leaned against the side of the pool and closed his eyes to rest.
Xue Linglong, who had removed her long skirt, was only left with her underwear. Her graceful figure was also soaked in the hot soup. She took another towel and soaked it in the water to help him wipe his body. After looking at his reaction for a while, she couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. She then transmitted a message and asked, "How was the discussion?"
Xu Tangran said gloomily, "Nothing much. I directly killed him."
"Ah!" Xue Linglong's hand paused and said in surprise, "You killed him? Even if you want to show your loyalty to Milord, you can tell him about it. Why do you have to offend the person behind the scenes? "
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