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Kyoto, northwest of the city.
One or three enter the courtyard.
This courtyard was an additional courtyard purchased by a minister of a certain dynasty. Now that King Xiaoyao has returned to Beijing, this courtyard is temporarily used for King Xiaoyao's residence.
King Xiaoyao was writing in the study at the moment, writing something on a piece of rice paper as long as one person.
His demeanor is peaceful and gentle, and his movements of waving his brush are vigorous and powerful.
There was an ordinary-looking servant in blue shirt waiting respectfully outside the door. After a few breaths, when King Xiaoyao finished his wave, he bowed and said:
"My lord, there is news from Xixi that the secret network of Tai Hospital in the palace is almost destroyed. Sun Yiku is nowhere to be found. It seems that he was buried in Tai Hospital..."
"Anping, how about taking a look at this calligraphy?" King Xiaoyao gently held both ends of the rice paper and slowly raised it, seemingly not hearing the report of his servant Anping.
On the rice paper, there are four big characters written with flying dragons and phoenixes, "Good luck to the world".
The Lord doesn't care what happens to Sun Yiku. After all, Sun Yiku can't enter the Lord's eyes... When Anping saw King Xiaoyao's demeanor and behavior, he already understood in his heart:
"My Lord, these four characters of yours are powerful and full of character, especially the two characters of "World", which have the appearance of a big dragon.
Even if Wang Sheng were still alive, he would still sigh for the brief moment of his life and envy the loftiness of the Lord! "
"Haha, I can't compare to Wang Sheng when it comes to calligraphy!" King Xiaoyao laughed heartily and slowly put down the rice paper.
"Your Majesty, I received a letter from Elder Yinwei, saying that No. 10 is still in the harem." Anping took out the framed object in the study. He had been with the Lord for many years and knew that the Lord was the best scholar.
"Then let No. 10 deal with that lowly dragon species." King Xiaoyao smiled, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Yes." Anping said respectfully. A sound broke through the air behind him. He didn't pay attention to it, but began to frame the calligraphy that read "The world is well off".
Another servant in blue shirt appeared at the door of the study, a woman.
“Joy to the Lord!”
King Xiaoyao nodded, and called the female servant Long Xinghu, who was called Happy, into the house vigorously, and knelt down on one knee:
"Lord, Xi Le has found the whereabouts of the Dragon Fault Sword!"
"Say!" King Xiaoyao frowned slightly. He returned to the capital this time, firstly to see how many courtiers were still on his side, and secondly to track down the whereabouts of the Dragon Fault Sword.
The Dragon Fault Sword contains an astonishing secret, and he doesn't allow anyone else to get involved!
"Xi Le found out from the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce that the Broken Dragon Sword was photographed by Qi Lin, the leader of the underground gang in Kyoto a few days ago!"
"Qi Lin?" King Xiaoyao smiled gently:
"Eleven on the sword list..."
"Sir, as soon as you give the order, Xi Le will go and get the head of Qi Lin and bring the Dragon Fault Sword back to the Lord!" Xi Le's eyebrows were filled with heroic spirit. She raised her eyes to look at the Lord, just waiting for the Lord's order.
"Anping, prepare the car.
Joy, go and deliver the message to the elders. "King Xiaoyao smiled faintly. These two protectors, Anping, were loyal and steady. Although Xihe was loyal, they were a little reckless.
He doesn't like to be rash.
Qi Lin is the eleventh on the sword list and the leader of the Dijiao Gang. To be able to gain a foothold in Kyoto, where the forces are complex, he must have many informants.
He now needs spies and this kind of underground force to help him better understand the situation in Kyoto.
Xi Le's heart sank. The Lord always asked her to do simple things. It was obviously killing a pig with a sledgehammer. She was ranked eleventh on the sword list. She also wanted to test how strong she was.
But the Lord has said so, so it is impossible for her to violate it.
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Kyoto, the Jiao Gang in the south of the city.
Qilin's study.
Zhao Wujiang's big hands caressed his sister-in-law Hua Ruyu's waist, kneading it.
At the same time, his eyebrows were serious, and he felt the pulse with his other hand.
After a long time, he slowly exhaled and said with a gentle smile:
"Sister-in-law, the vagina is almost complete. It only needs a few more days of conditioning and it will be perfect."
The flowers bloomed like jade and smiled brightly:
"Thank you, Brother Zhao."
"Brother Zhao, thank you for your hard work." Qi Lin laughed heartily. Zhao Wujiang had also checked for him just now. The Yuan Yang was gradually full, the kidney fire gradually subsided, and the body was developing in a good direction.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:
"Actually, Brother Qi's body is fine to begin with. It's just that he was contaminated with too much murderous and evil spirit, which aroused the inner fire and kidney fire in his body and burned himself."
"Don't worry, brother, I won't hide it from you. Your sister-in-law is also tired of me fighting." Qi Lin said with emotion:
"She is a mother-in-law who is always worried about me, fearing that I may not come back.
But how many people in Kyoto can hurt me? "
Hua Ruyu stared at him resentfully.
"I've also thought about it. Once Brother Zhao takes care of me and your sister-in-law, we will sell our house in Kyoto and go back to the countryside to live a leisurely life.
When the time comes, your sister-in-law and I will have a bunch of babies and see if she still annoys me, haha..."
Qi Lin laughed loudly:
"Dijiao Gang, why don't you let me, Brother Zhao, take care of it?
Those old guys, if you think they are useful, stay. If you think they are useless, give them some money and let them disperse.
I also want to understand that fighting and killing all day long is not a problem after all...
They lived a peaceful life, which was fine. "
