After Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Xifu is crowded with people.

After Huangfuxiong's officers and soldiers blocked the city gate, they were also very numb. Every luxury car has to be carefully inspected, and you have to smile, and you don't dare to offend the nobles too hard - it is true that the military order is followed, but the small shoes are worn by yourself.

The people who can appear here are all rich or expensive, throwing a gold brick out, can smash three or five gold bricks back! Can't be bothered!

There was a serious shortage of manpower, and all the defenders above the city wall were recruited.

In the early morning, the prosperity dissipated, and the drunken gold mist became a thin white mist. Whether it was investigating the officers and soldiers overnight, or the crowd waiting to leave the city, they all felt extremely tired and empty.

Everyone was a little dizzy, their heads bowed, and all their minds were gathered in front of their eyes.

No one wants to look up.

If someone is still in high spirits, and if they look up, they will find that above the empty city wall, a pair of bi people are walking leisurely.

The blockade is so strict that only birds with wings can fly up.

"Little Sangguo," You Wuming raised a hand and pointed at Jiangshan, "In the future, these are all mine."

"Well, it's all yours!" She squinted and smiled at his profile, "You're mine!"

He shook his head gently, turned his head proudly, and she only had time to catch a glimpse of the corners of her lips that could not stop rising.

He let go of her hand and strode to the edge of the city wall.

White mist shrouded him, his tall figure stood beside the wall, and he naturally brought a look of contempt from a king, as if it was enough to scare away thousands of troops.

He turned around and stretched out his hand to her: "Come."

She ran to him with her skirt up.

He embraced her by the waist, and leaped out from between the walls lightly. After falling a few feet, he spread his wings, gliding out several dozen feet, and quietly fell into a white wood outside the city.

"Should we dig a hole to hide things first, and then retrieve them later?" Sang Yuanyuan looked around.

You Wuming sneered, expressing disdain.

Sang Yuanyuan thought that other places would not be as slack in defense as the West Palace. Just talking about the city walls, except for the West Palace, the city walls of the rest of the city are thirty feet high, and it is absolutely impossible to fly over them out of thin air. The wind is so tight right now, how can I leave the country with this pile of boxes on my back?

I saw You Wuming pulled out the knife, chopped off a section of the tree trunk, then flipped the hem of his clothes, sat on the tree stump, and got busy on the spot.

The temperature in the woods was particularly low, and You Wuming was fiddling with the piece of wood attentively, and there was a layer of fine fluffy sweat on his forehead.

San was startled from a distance.

I saw him pursing his lips, his black eyes closely following the tip of the knife, slowly moving on the gradually smooth wood, bending down from time to time, leaning on the edge of the wood, squinting and taking a look, but at this time, the wrinkled Eyebrows are always very nice.

After fiddling with it for a while, he probably felt the heat, so he ripped open the front of his clothes, then lowered his head and continued to work.

Her eyes unknowingly drilled in along the open collar.

He looked thin, but the body under his clothes was actually very strong, which she had experienced when she first bathed with him. Looking at him now, it is even more filtered than before. When his eyes fell on the firm and smooth chest, his heart suddenly jumped, his breathing was slightly disordered, and he turned around in a hurry.

You Wuming, who should have been concentrating on carpentry, let out a series of low laughs.

Sang Yuan was too embarrassed to think about what he was laughing at. She walked away a few steps, sat down with her knees crossed, and said solemnly: "This place is rich in wood spirits. I will practice for a while. Call me when you are ok."

She gradually settled down.

Suddenly two levels in a row, the disadvantages of pulling the seedlings to promote the growth soon appeared. The spirit in her body became a little ethereal, like a light bulb that could go out at any time due to lack of power.

No wonder Jiang Yanji prepared five boxes of water and jade crystals for Jiang Jinzhen. It turns out that after being taken away, you will be weak!

She thought to herself, I'm afraid she has to find a way to make up so many spiritual accumulations as soon as possible so that there will be no sequelae.

At this moment, there is no other way, but to absorb the surrounding wood spirits as much as possible, to make up for it.

She called out the big face.

After advancing to the fourth level of the Lingming Realm, she could probably summon twenty large-faced flowers at a time. According to the state at the time of the summoning, the error should not exceed three.

Sang Yuanyuan was surrounded by a circle of half-teen tall, big-faced flowers. They shook the huge flower tray, waving green leaves to squeeze the other big-faced flowers away, and quickly grabbed the surrounding Mu Lingyun. Come on, like a moisturizing sprayer, turn the wood spirit into the most easily absorbed cloud and spray it towards Sang from afar.

With the help of Dalianhua, she quickly stabilized a thin layer of wood spirit in her texture.

You Wuming's eyelids twitched.

Is this a fairy? You can save it, look at those big faces that are slack! Whose fairy looks like this!

He shook his head, his hands glowed with azure light, and processed the freshly baked long wooden box inside and outside.

Today, this piece of wood has become an antique long box. He took out the five wooden boxes in the silk cloth, carefully placed the water, solid and jade crystals into the interlayer of the long box, and closed the cover, so that no one could see the slightest difference.

He glanced up and down, then curled the corners of his lips, opened the hidden compartment at the bottom of the box,

Spiritual marrow also poured in.

No flaws, perfect.

He put the long box behind him, stood up, and his black boots casually ran over the five empty wooden boxes on the ground, turning them into crumbs, and when the wind blew, he did not know where they went.

Sang Yuanyuan just put away his big face.

She was about to open her eyes and stand up when a warm breath fell on her neck. A pair of big hands looped around themselves, grabbed in front of her without hesitation, and after a moment of heavy crushing, picked her up.

"Little Sangguo, learn, next time you crave me, don't just look with your eyes."

A low, ambiguous voice sounded beside his ears.

She shuddered, not knowing whether it was hot or cold.

He turned around and slammed into his arms.

The firm chest rises and falls slowly with the breath. She couldn't help but put her cheek against it and rubbed it lightly.

Just as she was about to speak, her hand suddenly touched the wooden box behind him.

"This is……"

She let go of him and looked around to the back.

"Is there any difference from the original?" She turned her head to look at him in surprise.

After tossing for so long, just to change the style of the wooden box?

You Wuming raised his eyebrows proudly, took off the long box behind him, and put it in her hand generously.

"Look! Just look at it! If you can find something to count me as a loser!"

Sang Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then opened the long box.

The box is empty, nothing.

"Oh?" She sat down and checked the wooden box inside and out.

The dark grid was quickly found.

You Wuming: "..."

Sang far lowered his head and snickered for a while.

In fact, this long box made by You Wuming is extremely perfect, and it is absolutely impossible to see any abnormality from another person. It's just unfortunate that she once nursed the magician on a variety show. In order to cooperate with the performance, the other party gave her the principle of the props.

"It doesn't matter," Sang Yuanyuan reassured, "No one can find what you hid except me!"

You Wuming's face is still not so good-looking.

She surrounded him with a smile and said, "It's like... your heart, only I can steal it from you. Right?"

You Wuming's breathing stagnated, only to feel that the air in this forest is very insufficient.

"Let's go." He quickly picked up the long box and took the lead to go north.

Sang Yuanyuan followed behind him leisurely, and saw his back tense, and his shoulders did not relax until he walked out of the distance.

As soon as he turned around, he saw her smiling and sweetly added: "I won't give it back to you!"

You Wuming's scalp went numb, and he turned back stiffly.

After walking for a while, he finally slowed down, turned around, and said with disgust, "Do you have to be hugged by someone who is walking so slowly?"

She hurriedly took two steps with a smile and grabbed the big hand he held to her.

The two quickly left the White Forest.

There were people coming and going on the official road, and You Wuming couldn't open up and fly.

After walking for a short time, Sang Yuan couldn't help frowning: "At such a speed, how can we arrive in Jinzhou to arrange 'evidence' before Huangfuxiong?"

You Wuming smiled mysteriously.

"Little Sangguo, you don't need to worry about such trivial matters."

He raised his eyebrows smugly, with a scheming look.

When the sun was sinking, the two came to a city - Fuling.

Sure enough, this place is no better than the West Palace. The city wall made of fine iron is 30 feet high, and soldiers are densely stored on the city wall. It is impossible to fly over with open wings like leaving the West Palace.

Everyone who entered the city was carefully checked. Sang looked at the long box on You Wuming's body from a distance, and his original confidence dropped to five points - there are many levels to go through along the way, and it is difficult to guarantee that one level will be stuck. What if any officer or soldier wanted to split the long box and take a look at it on a whim?

San turned his eyes to the left and right from a distance.

There are mountains to the left and right, so if you take a detour, it will probably take a lot of time. There seems to be no other way than to bite the bullet and break through.

You Wuming raised his chin slightly and said, "Xiao Sangguo, let me test you—you and I, should we separate or go together?"

Sang Yuanyuan didn't think about it: "Let's go together naturally."

You Wuming suddenly lowered his head to look at her, raised his brows slightly, and sighed: "Xiao Sangguo is really smart! Under such circumstances, if it is an ordinary person, it must be separated and set apart, so single men and women will Being interrogated very carefully, you and I do the opposite and are more likely to be ignored."

"No," San Yuan said seriously, "because I would get lost alone."

You Wuming: "..."

Getting into the city was a little smoother than expected.

The West Palace and Fuling are hundreds of kilometers away. If there are no carriages and horses, unless you grow wings, it is possible to come here in just half a day. Therefore, the officers and soldiers focused on the beast cars among the clouds, and the lifeless wooden box was only checked hastily, and then they waved their hands and let them go.

The two entered Fuling City.

Although Fuling is not as prosperous as the West Palace, it is very close to the West Palace, and it is also benefited by the aftermath of that wealth. There are many restaurants and teahouses in the city, as well as high-end inns for wealthy and distant tourists to stop and rest.

Peaceful and prosperous.

You Wuming picked the most eye-catching inn next to the avenue and stepped straight in.

Sang Yuanyuan: "?" What does this mean? Do you mean to go on the road after eating her?

quiet

Wuming proudly booked the largest guest room in the inn for ten days, but paid the rent for eleven days and told no one to disturb him.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Jinzhou not going?

He grabbed her hand and took her straight into the wing.

Sang Yuanyuan was a little nervous, thinking 'don't blush' in his heart, but his ears were getting hotter and hotter.

When he entered the room, he put the long box on the couch, pressed her down on the edge of the couch, kissed her on the forehead, and said with a serious face, "You take a rest, I'll be right back."

Sang Yuanyuan said dryly, "Where are you going?"

You Wuming smiled mysteriously: "Buy something."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Is this still a guess? Guess? If it wasn't for hibiscus, she would write the mulberry word upside down!

You Wuming came back faster than she thought.

It was like walking around downstairs.

Sang stared at the big burden he brought back from afar, only to feel his legs go weak.

"Do you want... so much?"

You Wuming put the burden on the wooden table: "It may not be enough, after all, this is the first time to do this kind of thing, I am afraid it will take practice."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She found that when he said such extremely serious words in a serious manner, his whole person looked very sexual.

She nodded dumbly.

Yes, she is full of theoretical knowledge, but she has no actual combat experience, and he may not even have complete theoretical knowledge... The two newbies really have to run in and run in...

Thinking like this, his heart beat even more in his chest, and his face became hot one after another.

"Little Sangguo, come and help me." You Wuming said in a low voice, the bossy president.

Who is afraid of who.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and lightly grasped his belt.

He untied the burden and shoved a cold square box into her hand. The jade box, you don't have to look down to know what's inside.

Her eyes fell on the back of his neck, and she asked awkwardly, "This, do you want me to come?"

As soon as the words came out, I felt blood all over my forehead.

"Yeah," You Wuming replied as a matter of course, "I won't."

The tone of the cloud is light and windy, without the slightest solemnity, without the slightest enthusiasm, as if talking about what to eat for lunch today.

Sang Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, and then became angry - who was the person who painted in the carriage last time? ! Now that he really wants to go into battle, he picks up Joe instead? ! Such a perfunctory tone, as if she begged him to sleep! What a boring and overbearing president, do you want to let her move by herself later? !

She raised her head angrily and saw that he took out a snow-white silk cloth from his bundle.

For a time, Sang Yuanyuan felt a deep sense of grievance and anger in his heart.

What does he mean? Even before he succeeded, he acted so perfunctory, only thinking about this Lao Shizi Xipa? !

Fuck his grandma!

You Wuming saw that she didn't move for a long time, and turned around in confusion.

I saw a black thing flying over my chest.

You Wuming grabbed it casually, opened the ink cartridge cover, and pressed it with a black hand.

"...Little Mulberry?" He was taken aback.

Sang stared blankly at his black hand from afar. When he turned his eyes, he saw that he was catching a jade ink cartridge, and when he turned his eyes again, he found that there was a thick stack of silk cloth, and a small circle of brushes was neatly tied on top of it.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Did you misunderstand something?

Does he want her to help him polish his ink? She froze, not knowing what to do for a moment.

You Wuming slowly frowned, raised his hand, and pressed it to her forehead.

Sang was far away from dodging, and was pressed by his ink-stained hands. The cold ink fell on the hot skin. She felt as if they were emitting white steam.

"Sick? Your face is so red." He stared at her blushing little face, the corners of her tearful eyes, and muttered a little puzzledly, "Isn't it okay just now? How can you be sick if you miss a glance. Xiao Sang If what did you do, why are you so delicate, you can't leave me for a moment, right?"

"Cough..." She twitched the corners of her mouth weakly and said, "It seems... a little uncomfortable..."

You Wuming picked her up and put her on the bed.

He looked a little dazed, stared at the ink on her forehead, and said to himself, "Lingmingjing is immune to all diseases, is it because of poisoning?"

Sang Yuanyuan's face turned even redder: "I just got up in a hurry, fainted, and I'll be fine in a while."

You Wuming stared at her for a long time, seeing that she was really full of energy, and there was no sign of being sick or poisoned.

He suddenly realized: "Oh! I understand!"

Sang Yuanyuan's heart trembled: "Ming, what do you understand?"

She's going to die, she's going to die, she's really going to die!

"Little Sangguo!" You Wuming squinted his eyes and smiled like a fox, "You're too lazy to have no cure! After I was three years old, I didn't pretend to be sick to hide! So coquettish!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "...You Wuming, you are really smart!"

He raised his tail proudly: "Of course. You want to fool me with this little trick?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Save the night!

That night, You Wuming raised the corners of his lips, holding a small oil lamp on the silk

The upper end of the cloth neatly wrote an adventure story about the exploration of the underground palace.

Sang was standing behind him from a distance.

At first, her eyes were fixed on the beautiful handwriting on his hand. They all say their words as they are, but You Wuming's words have nothing in common with him besides being beautiful.

His writing is so straight and beautiful that at first glance, everyone thought it was written by a straight and rigid gentleman.

Soon, Sang Yuanyuan was caught up in the stories he wrote.

In the dimly lit underground palace, all kinds of traps and poisonous monsters appeared in front of us like jumping out of paper. When it comes to the most pressing point, the last secret of the underground palace is behind the door. When the protagonist is about to push the door and enter, You Wuming puts away the pen and stops abruptly.

"You Wuming, I think it can be a little bit more polished here."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled confidently, sat beside him, picked up the pen, and added a few more to the adventure.

He tilted his head.

'Terror like this', 'Destruction', 'Break me! ’

You Wuming: "..."

Really, the finishing touch!

...

The words are divided into two parts.

On the other side, after Huangfuxiong sent Huangfudu's head into Dongdu, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and rushed to Jinzhou with his personal guards.

Halfway through the journey, the jade slip on his waist suddenly lit up. It was news from his elder brother Huangfu Jun's close-fitting old servant, saying that Huangfu Jun found a spirit bead in Huangfudu's body, which must have been before Huangfudu's death. Hidden evidence.

After Huangfu Jun inspected Ji Lingzhu alone, he vomited blood and couldn't even speak, and he was unwilling to tell others what happened. The old servant was very worried, and told Huangfuxiong to move faster and return to Dongdu to take care of Huangfu Jun as soon as possible.

Huangfuxiong punched his head for twenty or so times, and he felt remorse in his heart. If he found this spiritual bead more carefully, he would first check for the elder brother, so that the elder brother would be mentally prepared and would not be angry. to vomiting blood.

Thinking like this, he was even more impatient, and he quickly crossed Dongzhou, crossed the boundary of Tuzhou, and arrived in Jinzhou.

There are many plains and basins in Jinju, the climate is cold, the rocks are gray-white, and the vegetation is basically moss and lichen. At a glance, the open land is white and green, and huge mines can be seen everywhere.

Jinju is rich in spirit iron ore, which is the most suitable for building armor.

The aborigines here have almost stopped joining the army and have become miners. The Huangfu family covered the sky with one hand, and the Jin people were also squeezed into the army and could not make it out. This state has long been reduced to the private mine of the Huangfu family. Huangfuxiong looked at this wonderful country, and his heart was both proud and painful.

Who are you working hard for?

After stepping through a large wasteland densely covered with mining pits, a half-weathered gray-white city appeared in front of him.

Huangfuxiong entered the city, carefully collected the relics of his nephew Huangfudu, loaded them into a cart, and brought Huangfudu's wife Jin Lanlan back to Dongzhou.

Jin Lanlan had only been married to Huangfu for half a year. It was the newly married Yan Er, who had just become pregnant and suddenly lost her husband. She cried and cried, so pitiful.

Huangfuxiong also sighed.

A few days later, the convoy finally returned to the territory of Dongzhou. When passing through the main road in Fuling City, Huangfuxiong suddenly heard a very clear voice from the inn beside the road—

"...Xiao Zhong, in order to take revenge for his eldest brother Xiao Meng, who had died in vain by taking a peerless divine soldier, bravely broke into the ancient tomb of Xuanren, where ten died without life. In the face of the brotherhood that is as heavy as mountains and seas, why should he save his own life? Gu."

Huangfuxiong raised his hand and stopped marching.

This story of floating down from the second floor of the inn is a coincidence that coincides with Huangfuxiong's state of mind at the moment.

Thinking of his nephew's unexplainable death, and his eldest brother lying in bed and vomiting blood again, Huangfuxiong only felt that his heartstrings were being tugged, and unconsciously he became obsessed. He stood quietly under the inn, wanting to hear about Xiao Zhong in this story. Whether he can successfully obtain the magic weapon and avenge his brother.

Gradually, Huangfuxiong only felt that he was taken into the ancient tomb, and the back of his neck felt cold, as if he was walking in the dim tomb with a lamp in his hand.

The corpse in the tomb was the size of a calf. When Xiao Zhong sent out a unique secret technique to solve the corpse, Huangfuxiong's heart also returned to its original place, only to feel that this secret technique was really terrifying.

"My life is up to me!" The finishing touch was loud and clear.

Huangfuxiong downstairs was smashed into tears, and he felt his whole body warm up and rushing, resonating endlessly.

The more he listened to it, the more the high dynasties rose one after another. Seeing that Xiao Zhong passed the customs all the way, he was about to obtain the final secret treasure. Huangfu Jun was so excited that he didn't even dare to let out the air.

At this moment, the clear voice stopped abruptly.

Huangfuxiong only felt his claws scratch his heart. I didn't hear the ending of the story, it was like being on the couch of the mussel fairy, and holding back before Hong Feng collapsed, it really took people's lives.

He struggled for a while, but couldn't hold back, so the team entered the inn to rest.

Huangfu Xiong was a person with a forthright personality, and he immediately ordered the purchase of twenty altars of Fuling's most famous green plum spirit, and knocked on the big wooden door of the wing.

When I entered the room and asked, I realized that "Xiao Zhong's Revenge" is a legendary story created by the gentleman in the room. The ending? Not yet written!

Huangfuxiong almost kneeled to You Wuming.

"Tonight, can you write it tonight?" Huangfu Xiong looked at You Wuming's hand holding the pen eagerly.

You Wuming pondered: "Maybe?"

Huangfuxiong made up his mind and turned his head to command

Instructed left and right, they arranged for Huangfudu's wife Jin Lanlan to rest in the inn for a night, wash away all the dust, and rush to Dongdu tomorrow after dressing up.

You Wuming sat down at the table, picked up the wine brought by Huangfuxiong in one hand, drank heavily from the mouth of the jar, waved the pen in the other, and wrote a beautiful article.

Huangfuxiong only felt that this person was the confidant he had been looking for his whole life, so he also grabbed the wine in a hurry.

In the middle of writing, You Wuming threw down his pen: "I have no inspiration."

"It's okay, it's okay, come, sir, please drink a full jar!" Huangfu Xiong patted the clay seal and handed a jar of good wine.

You Wuming felt a little embarrassed and said, "It's better to tell a story about not bullying the poor..."

Huangfuxiong turned his head into a chicken pecking rice.

Halfway through the story of Waste Chai's counterattack and divorce, You Wuming's words changed, and he talked about a lingering love story.

Jin Lanlan, who was next door, was touched by her thoughts, so she also touched her and sat quietly behind Huangfuxiong listening to the story.

The taste of drinking gradually became stronger, and Huangfuxiong finally couldn't hold back and went to the latrine.

You Wuming continued quietly: "...Pity that Yunniang, I can't wait for the husband to say a few words, and he has become a stone of hope."

"No, just a few words..." Jin Lanlan swayed in a trance, "My husband, also... didn't leave me a word of affection..."

You Wuming smiled, he bowed slightly and looked directly into Jin Lanlan's eyes.

"Did your husband contact you before the accident?"

Jin Lanlan was startled, and couldn't help staring into You Wuming's eyes.

"There is... there is."

You Wuming's voice was even deeper: "What did he say to you?"

Jin Lanlan frowned and seemed to resist, but she still told the truth——

"Lang Jun said that the adopted father was injured by the murderer. He was ordered by the emperor to lead the murderer out, kill him, and return."

"What else?" Dark stars were turning in You Wuming's eyes.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that he was using the witch clan's bloodline trick on the lady Huangfudu.

Since hearing about Huangfudu's accident, Jin Lanlan hasn't slept a lot for several days, and her heart has been shaken so much that she naturally doesn't have much resistance.

Sang Yuanyuan was a little nervous in her heart, and she kept her eyes on the movement outside to prevent Huangfuxiong from coming in suddenly.

"He must have said something else to you." You Wuming followed suit, "Think about it carefully, what else did he say?"

Jin Lanlan slowly shook his head in confusion: "No more. Lang Jun doesn't talk much."

Sang heard heavy footsteps coming from the wooden stairs far away. Her heart was beating wildly, and she gently tugged at You Wuming's sleeve.

"Maybe he said something else, but you just didn't understand it, so you didn't take it to heart. Thinking about it carefully, this may be the clue to his murder." You Wuming was still unhurried.

Huangfuxiong has set foot on the second floor!

Sang Yuan's heart hangs high.

Jin Lanlan was even more confused: "...Is there? I didn't understand...what?"

You Wuming's voice was even more charming: "You just said, only 30%? What is this?"

"Three...cheng..." Jin Lanlan tilted her head, "Only thirty percent? What...three percent?"

The figure of Huangfuxiong appeared behind the carved wooden door.

"Yeah, what's only 30%?" You Wuming lowered his voice, "There is no beginning and no end, isn't it talking to you, but to someone else? After that, there is no more news of him, and later, he died."

Jin Lanlan covered her chest in pain: "Could it have something to do with his murder? Thirty percent, what thirty percent?"

Huangfuxiong's tall figure appeared at the door of the wing, frowning slightly: "niece-in-law, what was killed, what is 30%?"

The starlight in You Wuming's eyes faded away.

Sang Yuanyuan's pupils shrank, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Huangfuxiong frowned and looked at You Wuming.

You Wuming spread his hands innocently: "This lady is thinking about her deceased husband."

Huangfuxiong stared heavily at Jin Lanlan.

I saw Jin Lanlan's eyes gradually focus, and he grabbed Huangfuxiong with his backhand: "Uncle Yi, I suddenly remembered that Langjun said something strange that day-only 30%, I don't know what it means, so I didn't Take it to heart! I'm not sure if Langjun said it to me or someone else..."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Huangfu Xiong said angrily.

Jin Lanlan covered her mouth and sobbed: "It's my fault, because this sentence has no beginning and end and is too ordinary, so I didn't take it seriously..."

"Three percent? Thirty percent?" Huangfuxiong frowned, "Let's set off immediately and return to the Eastern Capital!"

He stood up, thought for a moment, took out a token and handed it to You Wuming.

"Sir, I have something important to do and I have to go. Please keep this token, sir, in this Dongzhou, my token can still be used! After writing the ending of Xiao Zhong, remember to give it to me. one!"

You Wuming smiled and accepted.

When he went out, Huangfu Xiong seemed unintentional, knocked over the long wooden box that You Wuming was standing at the door, and saw a pile of silk cloth with beautiful handwriting on the ground.

While apologizing, he secretly checked the long wooden box.

Huangfu Xiong is really thick and thin.

When they got downstairs, Huangfu Xiong pretended to settle the bill for You Wuming, and casually asked about his rent. The store owner did not elaborate, but said that You Wuming had already paid twenty-two taels of silver, and the lease term will continue until tomorrow, and there is no need to pay any more.

Huangfuxiong made a secret calculation—

- The rent was paid for the eleventh day, and it was due tomorrow, so the day that this person stayed at the Fuling Inn was the first day of the accident in the West Palace. In this way, Huangfu Xiong was completely sure that this person had nothing to do with Jiang Jinzhen.

He finally led the team away with confidence.

"No wonder you have to pay an extra day's rent!" Sang Yuanyuan was amazed, "You Wuming, are you a human or a ghost!"

You Wuming looked calm: "Is this also worth making a fuss about?"

The wings couldn't help but stick out.

Watching Huangfu Xiong go away, he slowly took out a jade slip and ordered slowly—

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