Mr. He... Mr. He...
The banquet hall is magnificent. When Gao Mingjing jumped out and asked this question suddenly, everyone present was stunned.
The words "He Gongzi" echoed in their ears, and they looked at each other in confusion.
Obviously, he is no stranger to this name, who not long ago swept through three Molin arenas in half a day, turned the tide and continued the dignity of the imperial court.
But on this occasion, it is still surprising to hear this from the mouth of Gao Mingjing, the "sufferer".
And listening to what this great painter meant, it seemed that he was certain that Mr. He’s true identity was Si Chen from Qin Tian Jian?
The joke was somewhat unfunny.
But the question is, with Gao Mingjing’s identity and status, would he make such an accusation without evidence?
In an instant, many eyes suddenly turned to the direction of Qin Tianjian, as if they wanted to seek answers.
However, they found that the prison lords headed by Li Guofeng were also suspicious, looking confused and shocked.
"Master..." Qu Chuchen, who was dressed as a gentleman, lost his voice and looked at his teacher in confusion.
He was sure that there were differences in appearance, body shape, and voice between the two.
Beside him, the fat man Ke Qiao pursed his lips and stared intently at the figure standing on the luxurious carpet in the center of the hall, the center of everyone's attention.
His breathing was a little rapid, and the two figures in front of him tried to overlap.
Are you kidding me... Saint Yu Yu was stunned for a moment and looked at Gao Mingjing strangely, even suspecting that she heard wrongly.
Although Ji Ping'an does have some tricks, he has nothing to do with the mysterious man who is famous in the capital. The only similarity is probably his age...
But if it had nothing to do with it, why did Gao Mingjing say this?
With endless doubts, the girl couldn't help but look at the man and woman in the center of the field.
She looked at Ji Ping'an first, and was surprised to find that facing Gao Mingjing's burning gaze, the young man's face remained calm.
Wait, why are you so calm?
Shouldn't it be dumbfounded, confused or something like that?
The girl's heart skipped a beat, suspicion and a trace of uneasiness appeared on her porcelain face, and she looked at the Master for help.
But saw:
Wearing a feathered cloak, a lotus jade crown on her head, and holding a whisk in her hand, the stunning female headmaster with an extraordinary temperament did not have any surprise on her face.
Instead, he looked at Ji Pingan with interest, as if expecting how he would respond.
Yu Yu instantly had a bad premonition. With her understanding of Master, how could she not taste it?
Ji Pingan, who was the focus of attention, was also a little helpless. Unexpectedly, Gao Mingjing chose to question him face to face.
In fact, he was somewhat prepared for such a thing as losing his vest.
After all, with the opening of the Grand Prize in the City of Gods, he was destined to come to the front of the stage.
And as long as he attracts enough attention, it's not surprising to arouse suspicion. The only difference is the time.
As for worry and nervousness, there really aren’t any.
It's not like the waistcoat of his reincarnation has fallen off, it's just the skin of a young man, so it's no big deal.
The reason why he was disguised at the beginning was largely because it was still some time before the Grand Prize in the City of Gods.
He needs to practice quietly and does not want to be disturbed.
But now...if it falls, it falls.
It’s not that it’s unexplainable. Anyway, there is Xin Yaoguang who is a very suitable butt-wiper by my side. Just leave everything to her.
Thinking of this, he sighed softly and said:
"It's good that Mr. Gao knows everything, why bother to expose it."
His voice was very light, but when it fell on everyone's ears, it was like a big stone falling into the lake, setting off huge waves.
Gao Mingjing leaned forward, with complicated eyes, as if a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over:
"It's really you..."
Even though I was determined, it still felt different when I was truly acknowledged.
As the two of them talked, the originally quiet banquet hall exploded with a roar, almost boiling over, and almost everyone looked shocked.
What did they hear?
Ji Ping'an admitted that he was indeed the "Master He", and Xin Yaoguang beside him did not deny it.
When this news was exposed, the impact on the hearts of hundreds of monks present was no less than the assassination just now, or even greater.
"It's him……"
Li Guofeng, who was wearing an official robe and had deep eyes, shrank suddenly and was slightly absent-minded.
Rao has had too many similar experiences, and has repeatedly raised his expectations for this "little junior brother" who has no status.
But at this moment, the eunuch was still shocked by the news.
"Junior sister, you didn't say this last time." Huang Chen, who was honest and arrogant, turned to look at the female warden next to him with a faint tone.
But they found that Xu Xiurong's plump lips were biting on her plain white face, and she was also staring blankly at the figure in the field, with a silly and sweet temperament.
Okay...it seems like he's been kept secret...
"No wonder, no wonder."
In the crowd, Huang He suddenly realized:
"I just said that the young master was not found that day, and the bamboo in the yard still showed signs of being cut. I was wondering what else was carved."
The snack foodie Mu Yaoyao was stunned on the spot, her little mouth was oily, and she couldn't hold the crystal elbow in her hand. She felt excited as if a big star was right next to me.
She even began to think about whether to go back and ask Ji Ping'an to write more signatures and sell them...
You know, in the past in Qintian Prison, there were female supervisors asking for autographs.
This time it is famous in the capital, and there will definitely be sales.
Luo Huaizhu, a "Taoist idiot" with a thin body and slightly messy hair, was awakened from his daze by the exclamations beside him.
She didn't listen to the assassination at all just now, but was immersed in her own world and thinking about cultivation issues.
This person tilted his head in confusion and looked at the Tianbang team next to him:
"what happened?"
The team members were speechless, thinking that this level of distraction was really "Luo Huaizhu".
After Jianzhuang explained, Luo Huaizhu was also stunned.
"It's really him..."
Little Fatty Ke Qiao let out a deep breath, as if the doubts in his mind had been solved, and he felt relieved.
He turned to look at the "golden boy" beside him, and was pleased to see the same shocked emotions on the faces of Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun.
Obviously, compared to the rest of the people, as the actual "defeated generals", the two were the most shocked.
Therefore, being able to play "Guangyin" so well is also related to the teaching of the imperial master... Zhong Tongjun suddenly understood.
Finally found you... After Qu Chuchen was astonished, his eyes lit up, and he once again had the urge to have a long chat with him and compare painting skills.
"Master, is this true?"
The scholars in Huaiyuan were slightly less shocked, and even a little happy.
How to describe that feeling... Just now Ji Ping'an mentioned the literary meeting, which made them feel like they were being tortured.
He suddenly turned his head and said, hey, guess what, the one who was tortured the most was Mo Lin.
"We just lost to the National Master's poems, which is normal, but Mo Lin really lost to Qin Tianjian."
Qin Leyou and Han Qingsong had this idea in their minds at the same time, and the brothers' faces showed gloating smiles.
"Is that person also him?"
Zhao Yuanji, who was like a little lion, was stunned. He was not very interested in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but was just surprised.
He turned to look at Luan Yu next to him, and the frightened girl who was held tenderly in the arms of the female monk.
I hope she can say a few words.
As a result, I was disappointed to find that Zhao Yuanyang, who was withdrawn and quarrelsome with everyone, had his little head leaning on Luan Yu's bulging chest, looking at the young man in the field with bright eyes.
"..."
Zhao Yuanji suddenly felt a little sour.
"It's really this guy..." The saint, who was wearing a red and white robe, black hair shawl, skin as white as porcelain, quiet and majestic on the outside, but completely opposite on the inside, was confused.
The first thought was to recall crazily whether he had mentioned Mr. He in the chat, in case he died in society again.
After confirming that it was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest with his little hand. Then he suddenly remembered something and turned his cunning eyes to look at the "senior brother" next to him.
I saw that the arrogant and arrogant Holy Son, wearing the Tai Chi Bagua robe, felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The whole back of his head was staring at Ji Pingan, and the skin above his neck was visibly red.
The hands hanging on both sides tightly grasped the lower corners of the Taoist robe. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, making a "ho ho" sound in his throat.
It seemed as if he was thinking of the bold words he made before the banquet started.
The corner of Yu Yu's mouth curled up slightly, thinking that you, a bisexual, would be embarrassed too.
You also said that you expected the other person to grow, but as a result, his achievements and reputation in a few months were more than what you have accumulated in more than ten years.
She taunted in a low voice:
"Do you see, this is a high-end manifestation of the Holy Spirit, rather than just imitating Mr. Yang and turning your back on all living beings like Mr. Lao Shizi."
"Snapped!"
The Holy Son clenched his fists fiercely, his joints crackling, and whispered:
"Woman, you are playing with fire!"
Damn it, the self-control he was so proud of collapsed in front of this foul-mouthed junior sister!
Why are you playing with fire... Yu Yu was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully:
"What's wrong with you again?"
Suddenly, the Holy Son seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He put his right hand on his forehead and looked tired. He sighed deeply, threw out a coin from his left sleeve, and said in a lonely and low voice:
"Don't you just want my money? Take these 50 million, shut up, and don't appear in front of this Holy Son again."
Yu Yu looked at him worriedly, feeling that his senior brother's condition was getting worse.
She put away the money, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and comforted softly:
"It doesn't matter, a stick of incense is also very powerful."
Well, she didn't know what this meant. She just accidentally saw it from the pile of literature and story books in the Holy Son's room.
I saw two sentences in total, and the other one was even more obscure, called "Small ones are also very cute"...which was incomprehensible.
She felt that it might be easier for her senior brother to accept it if she used this specialized "terminology" to comfort her.
"..." Shengzi paused for a moment, then lowered his head.
…
In the banquet hall, as the disciples of various major sects present made noises, the serious atmosphere caused by the assassination incident eased a lot.
Duke Lu Guo looked at the ministers beside him, and then looked at the female sword fairy as if to confirm:
"Headmaster Xin, did you already know about this matter?"
brush--
When people looked over, they saw Xin Yaoguang's expression was indifferent and he said calmly:
"yes."
She did not explain in detail because it was unnecessary, and everyone did not ask further questions, but began to imagine the whole plot:
In view of the relationship between Taoism and Qin Tianjian, perhaps Xin Yaoguang has paid attention to Ji Ping'an very early and known his abilities.
Later, there was a matter of helping him finish his martial arts performance in Mo Lin. As for the purpose, it was probably for protection.
After all, he had been assassinated many times, so he was right to keep a low profile.
Well, maybe Xin Yaoguang paid attention to this person because of the assassination involving the saint in Bai Di.
Everyone filled in all the logical loopholes in their minds.
"Wonderful."
On the main seat, Qi Hongmian, who had not spoken for a long time, seemed to smile, but coupled with his cold and majestic temperament, people always felt that this smile was somewhat ironic:
"Since this matter was arranged by Master Xin and no actual harm was caused, this Master is not unreasonable. I will let it go tonight."
Xin Yaoguang's voice was ethereal and soft: "That's very good."
Qi Hongmian looked at Duke Lu again:
"However, I still need an explanation from the court about the origin of this monster killer."
Seeing that the two important figures had reached an agreement and would no longer pursue the matter, Duke Lu Guo breathed a sigh of relief. He would not refuse at all, and immediately expressed his position:
"My father-in-law will immediately report it to His Majesty and order an investigation."
As he spoke, the old man also became a little angry.
It is not uncommon for the demon clan to cause trouble in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but this time they actually extended their hands to the Luming Banquet, and a cleanup of the divine capital was inevitable.
However, Ji Ping'an is not optimistic about this.
The Monster Clan was so well prepared today, it was obvious that it had been planned for a long time, and the clues that should be cut off must have been dealt with long ago.
This was one of the reasons why he didn't think about catching people alive.
To be sent to do such a thing, he must be a dead soldier, and there is a high probability that the Consciousness Sea has also been arranged with backup tactics to avoid being questioned.
At this point, there was no need to continue the banquet. Qi Hongmian snorted coldly and told Luan Yu to take the people back. After that, the whole person collapsed into sparks all over the sky and disappeared.
The graceful and beautiful Xin Yaoguang also faded away and returned to her true nature.
But before leaving, she gave him a meaningful look.
Ji Ping'an was stunned at first, not understanding the meaning of Xin Yaoguang's eyes, and then suddenly realized that there was something extra in his arms.
He took a moment to take a look and found that it was a folded, large talisman paper.
Hongxin Talisman Paper.
Stacked with Yu Yu's one, it still has a hint of warmth and fragrance.
"So, it was Xin Yaoguang who left me the contact information alone? If I want to contact her later, I don't need to use Yu Yu as a relay, but have a private chat alone?"
Ji Ping'an's eyes were strange.
Without thinking any more, he immediately returned to his seat in Qintian Prison and returned to his seat under the complicated eyes of the three prison lords.
After Duke Lu Guo said a few more words, all the major sects left the banquet, walked out of White Deer Park, and took carriages back to their respective locations.
Just before the moment, the eunuch from the palace came belatedly, bringing His Majesty the God Emperor's decree.
Seeing this, a group of ministers simply took the car together and went to the palace.
And as the major sects dispersed, everything that happened tonight began to spread towards the city of God.
…
…
The night breeze blows away the dull heat.
In the Divine Capital City, carriages lined up in a row, attracting passers-by on the street to stop curiously.
There is no curfew in the Great Zhou Kingdom. Although it gets late at night, we are in a prosperous area of the inner city, so there are many pedestrians on the street.
Some streets lined with shops are also brightly lit.
"According to rumors, in the past dynasties, the evenings were not so lively during non-festival periods. It was the Imperial Master of the Zhou Dynasty who took the initiative and ordered the layout of shops to be planned and the curfew to be lifted, which led to the scene in the inner city.
"Well, the Imperial Master also coined a weird word called 'nightlife', claiming that in one dynasty, if you go out after dark and you can't even find anything to eat, why is it a capital? But it's clearly been this way in all dynasties. ah."
Xu Xiurong said softly.
The lanterns on both sides of the street were reflected in his eyes, and he turned to look at Ji Pingan, who was walking side by side.
The two of them were returning to Qintian Prison by car, passing near the "Night Market" in the inner city, when Xu Xiurong suddenly pulled him out of the car alone for some reason and strolled here to eat.
He said that he didn't eat much at the banquet and was a little hungry.
Ordering the others to return first, Ji Pingan felt that this was an excuse. The truth was that she had something to say to herself alone.
At this moment, the two of them were walking side by side on the streets of the bustling inner city night market.
The bright moon in the sky is reflected on the blue bricks under your feet, and there are stars on the ground.
The shops are brightly lit, and occasionally well-dressed wealthy people from the inner city come and go.
There are vendors pushing carts sitting on small stools, waving fans to drive away the insects flying around the lanterns.
The carriages and horses were driving through the streets, not knowing whether they were going home or sleeping in the willows, heading for the place of romance.
If White Deer Park is a grand state banquet, here is the fireworks on earth.
"That's it." Ji Pingan said "Oh", thought for a while, and said:
"Actually, this kind of forced planning may not be suitable for this era. Just like this night market, it can only be opened in the inner city where there are many wealthy residents. The rest of the city is not very lively even if it is opened, let alone other states. Except for the prosperous Jiangnan, it is probably difficult to implement it. The imperial master probably did this to satisfy himself. "
Xu Xiurong glanced at him unexpectedly and said:
"Is this your own idea, or did the Imperial Master tell you?"
Ji Ping'an turned his head and looked at the female prison lord.
Under the night, the official robe on her body no longer looked eye-catching, but more like a long skirt and cape with a unique shape.
On the plain white face, the nose is graceful, the lips are plump and crystal clear, the eyes are black and bright, reflected in the candlelight, the eyelashes are as thick as brushes, and the eyes are soft and warm.
"My own," he said.
Well, it was also said by the Imperial Master... I added in my mind.
Xu Xiurong smiled sweetly and said, "It is unethical to slander the Imperial Master like this."
Ji Ping'an smiled: "He won't care."
Xu Xiurong sighed softly and said:
"Sometimes I wonder why you seem to know the Imperial Master better than me even though you have only been with the Imperial Master for two or three years."
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"Maybe because you never really knew him."
Xu Xiurong blinked his eyelashes, unable to distinguish. It seemed to be true in his memory, but how many people in this world dare to say that they really understand the National Master?
She shook her head and joked:
"You sound like you understand other people very well."
Others dare not tell, but you still know better... Ji Ping'an thought.
Suddenly he stopped, pointed to a small shop on the left, and said:
"Aren't you not full yet? There are preserved eggs here, do you want to eat them?"
How do you know I like to eat preserved eggs... Xu Xiurong muttered in his heart, and there was a growling sound in his lower abdomen at the right time.
I regretted not using my chopsticks at the banquet for the sake of etiquette. Thinking about it this way, the stupid foodie apprentice made the right choice.
At this time, after a moment of hesitation, his feet followed him to the door of the shop.
The shopkeeper is a mediocre middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth apron, with porridge cooking in the pot in front of him.
Next to it is a warm preserved egg, and the rising water vapor creates a cloud in the warm yellow light of the lantern.
Seeing the two people approaching, the man quickly stood up and greeted them with a warm smile:
"What do you want to eat, sir? Buy some preserved eggs for your wife. They will beautify your face, nourish your blood and help you have a baby."
Ji Ping'an: "..."
Xu Xiurong: "..."
In the night, the latter's face was red and hot. He glared at Ji Ping'an angrily and gritted his teeth: "I won't eat it!"
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(End of chapter)
