There was a hint of surprise in Jiajing's voice: "You said, Xiao Feng asked you to find Chang An's medical records? Does he have a way to cure Chang An's disease?"
Huang Jin said with a smile: "Since he hasn't said it clearly, he is not very sure about it. He probably wants to see it first before talking."
Jiajing nodded: "Chang An's illness is her own business. I didn't think of it before. You can ask her to ask Xiao Feng for a test to see how to treat it."
Huang Jin hesitated and reminded Jiajing: "Xiao Feng said that life is at stake, and it is often impossible to know everything by measuring words. But since he is destined to meet the princess, if he has a way, he will try his best."
Jiajing sighed: "The child's life is not good. The imperial doctors said that it is an unexpected blessing that he can live to this day.
If Xiao Feng can save her, that's great; if not, it's God's will, just let it happen. "
This was agreement. Huang Jin stopped talking. At this time, Lu Bing came online in time and brought up another matter.
"Zhang Wuxin from Wudang Mountain is back. He was in a bad mood the past two days because of Long Live. Wei Chen thought the matter was not urgent, so he didn't rush to report it.
From what Shen Lian said, Zhang Wuxin only had half a life left and was probably a disabled person. After Zhang Wuxin regained consciousness yesterday, he said that he had killed a Japanese who was known as the King of Ninjas. "
Jiajing frowned: "Japanese people? Why are the Tatars still colluding with the Japanese people?"
Lu Bing lowered his head and said: "Based on what I think, since the Tatars have the White Lotus Sect behind them, this Japanese must also be related to the White Lotus Sect.
Both the Tatars and the Japanese pirates were enemies of the Ming Dynasty. It was not surprising that the White Lotus Sect was bent on treason and contacted both parties at the same time. "
Jiajing was silent for a long time and then said calmly: "It's a pity for Zhang Wuxin. He also has military exploits this time. Let's make him a Daolu Si Zhiling.
Wudang Mountain is not short of money, and Xiao Feng is not short of money, so he will take care of him. With this eighth-grade official position, he will have a good status in the Taoist sect. "
Yan Shifan was also talking about Zhang Wuxin at home, but of course he was not thinking about how to take care of Zhang Wuxin, but he was cursing him for ruining his own affairs.
The secret envoy has been staying at Yan's house for two days. Because Jin Yiwei has relaxed his surveillance of Yan's house, Yan Shifan is not in a hurry to let him go. However, the business of Bliss Pill could not be done for the time being, which made Yan Shifan very anxious.
The emissary said slowly: "Master Yan, don't worry. Anyone who has eaten this Paradise Pill will become addicted. Let's stop taking it for a while and then sell it several times more. Those rich people won't care."
Yan Shifan thought it made sense, but he didn't know when the break would last. This was a lot of money. Although Yan Shifan had a lot of money, he never wanted too much money.
The secret envoy's lustful eyes swept over Yan Shifan's maid who poured wine, and he licked his lips: "A big thing will happen in Beijing soon. How can they have the energy to track down a drug seller?"
Yan Shifan paid no attention to the emissary's gaze: "What's the big deal? Have you contacted the emissary?"
The emissary nodded: "Before I hid here with you, I received the last carrier pigeon. The emissary asked me to wait in your house just to carry out this important event.
In addition, you are also worried about a fire in the backyard of your own house. Kirigakure is dead. If you don't have a master in your family, it will be difficult to say many things. "
Yan Shifan was conceited and extremely smart, but he couldn't understand what the emissary was saying. He couldn't help but feel irritated and said coldly.
"Why don't you make it clear if you have something to say? Are you still afraid that I will betray you? I have cooperated with you for many years, and I would have sold it long ago."
The emissary smiled slightly, and his smile was three points more evil than Yan Shifan's. The maid pouring wine next to him was sandwiched between the two of them, like a rabbit caught between two hungry wolves, shivering.
"Master Yan, actually I wish I had told you earlier. You don't know how much I look forward to that day.
However, I cannot disobey the Holy Envoy’s orders. There are some things that I can't tell you until the time comes. The Holy Messenger has bigger plans.
As long as you believe that by cooperating with the holy messenger, you will not only have gold and silver, but also enjoy the ultimate happiness on earth forever. "
Yan Shifan took a deep breath and smiled: "In that case, why should I force myself? Come, just drink and have fun." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold a maid in his arms.
The emissary glanced at the maid and said with a smile: "Master Yan, you can do as you like. I've been doing exercises to heal my injuries these past two days. Your maid is so beautiful that you can't bear to give her to me even if you think about it."
Yan Shifan frowned, pushed the maid in his arms to the emissary's side, and turned to hug the other one.
The emissary looked at the shivering maid, licked his lips, picked up the maid, and walked into the secret corner door.
After Yan Shifan finished his troubles, he drank another bottle of wine. After a long time, the maid still didn't come out, and his face became increasingly gloomy.
In this case, either the emissary has not finished the trouble, which means he is too incompetent. Either the maid still lingers on coming out after finishing her work, which means she is ignoring her own majesty and rules.
Yan Shifan walked into the corner door, then passed through a well-camouflaged secret door on the wall, and walked into the secret room. The emissary was sitting cross-legged naked, the sweat on his body seemed to be evaporated by his body temperature, and his whole body was covered with a layer of mist.
Seeing Yan Shifan come in, the emissary opened his eyes, with a smile on his ordinary face: "I'm sorry, I was too harsh and I strangled him to death."
Yan Shifan frowned and glanced at the naked maid on the ground. Her face was blue, her body was twisted, she was sweating, and there were obvious scars on her neck from being pinched by her hands.
Yan Shifan's pupils shrank sharply. He had seen this kind of death before, but it was a man...
"Do you also know the Divine Art of Bliss?"
The emissary looked up at Yan Shifan with a slightly surprised expression, and then suddenly realized: "Have you ever seen the Divine Art of Ultimate Bliss?
It seems that the holy envoy is right. You must not be able to hold back. You have to test Sister Rouge before you are willing to accept it.
I originally wanted to lie to you, saying that I accidentally strangled this girl to death, but I guess you are no stranger to such actions.
Since you guessed it right, I won’t hide it from you. Sister Rouge knows the Divine Art of Bliss. As a confidant of the Holy Envoy, what’s so strange about me knowing this?
However, I have a special status. You should not mention this matter to anyone, especially Sister Rouge. This is also the meaning of the Holy Envoy! "
Yan Shifan didn't have any objections to this. He knew that the Holy Envoy must rely on him if he wanted to plan big things, and he would not have any ill intentions.
He glanced at the maid on the ground with disgust and said angrily: "If you have to kill one every time, don't use my maid!"
The emissary took a deep breath: "No, I was injured by the head catchers from Shuntian Mansion and the Criminal Department. During the healing period, I couldn't control my true energy. I wouldn't be like this normally.
I know that your maids are hard-earned, and since Xiao Feng has cut off the way to draft girls, you will have fewer sources in the future.
I'm not picky about food. The cook who cooks the meals, the cleaning woman who does the laundry, and the one who cleans the toilet are all good to me. "
Yan Shifan has always been a person who never gets tired of fine food and fine food, so it is really difficult for him to accept the taste of the emissary.
The one who cooks and washes clothes is just fine, but he still has his charm. The one who cleans the toilet looks like that, can he do it?
He snorted, turned around and left: "Be more honest these two days. It's very troublesome to cause death now! I will recently buy a group of slaves, all of whom are criminal slaves of the imperial court. They are sold on death contracts. Let's wait for two days. .”
At this time, Xiao Feng was also discussing the issue of the Divine Art of Paradise with Zhang Wuxin. Regarding martial arts knowledge, there is probably no one in the world who is more knowledgeable than Zhang Wuxin.
According to Zhang Wuxin, he has been obsessed with various martial arts secret books since he was four or five years old, when he could barely read. Wudang Mountain has an extremely rich collection of books. In addition to practicing martial arts, he reads books every day.
Xiao Feng couldn't understand this: "Those martial arts books, the postures are basically the same. Do you still have passion after reading too much?"
Zhang Wuxin couldn't understand Xiao Feng's incomprehension: "Why is there no passion? Even if the postures are similar, as long as they are performed by different people, they will still be fresh, right?"
Xiao Feng was stunned, feeling as if he had gotten into the car unintentionally: "But can you maintain your passion just by describing it in words?"
Zhang Wuxin felt that Xiao Feng was ignorant and ignorant: "Of course not. Most secret books have illustrations. I like to see the illustrations in them the most."
The speed of the car was getting faster and faster. Xiao Feng tried hard to straighten the steering wheel to avoid the topic going astray.
"Wudang Mountain should not encourage its disciples to learn Kung Fu from other sects. Do you read these books secretly, or do you read them openly?"
"Yes, I read them secretly, and sometimes I even put a book cover of my martial arts school on the outside of the book."
"Are you the only one who likes reading so much? Or do other disciples do the same?"
"No, Junior Sister An also likes to watch, but she has no patience. She always fast forwards and only watches the exciting parts."
Stop, Xiao Feng finally surrendered. The car was getting faster and faster, and it was easy to overturn!
"Then have you heard of the Divine Art of Bliss?"
The veteran driver Zhang Wuxin frowned, as if searching for the one that he was not particularly impressed with among tens of thousands of movies, no, cheats.
"I have seen it, in a Tibetan secret book, and there is a record of the Divine Art of Ultimate Bliss.
It is said that the Divine Art of Ultimate Bliss is a secret skill of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, but because it is extremely difficult to practice, very few people have practiced it and it is close to being lost.
Later, a wealthy businessman from the Central Plains bought the original copy of his secret book with a huge fortune, and has disappeared since then.
It was recorded in the Northern Song Dynasty that during the negotiations between the Liao and Song Dynasties, a Khitan envoy, a noble of the Liao Dynasty, challenged the Song Dynasty in martial arts. As a result, he won three battles and claimed that he used the divine skill of bliss.
Later, when the Liao Dynasty was destroyed, there was a general who killed hundreds of people in a battle formation. He was killed immediately and was unstoppable. Finally, he was shot to death by random arrows. It is said that this person was the one who competed in the Song Dynasty.
Since then, there has been no record of the divine power of bliss. The book is not very sure about these records and thinks they are exaggerated. "
Xiao Feng only focused on one question: "Are there any illustrations? Poses and so on..."
Some people died, but not completely...
