Seeing that Mu Yunyan was not sincere, Yan Ting struck while the iron was hot and said, "Really? What's the difference between these two things? Aren't they both fabricated by Sword Fengjiang in response to the incident of the Five Python Gang, and then wantonly slandered Miss Gong's innocence?"
Mu Yun paused for a moment and said bravely: "The incident in Zhen'ao Mansion is indeed forged, but maybe we don't know some of the inside information? As for the incident at Leiming Villa, how can we conclude that it was fabricated by Sword Fengjiang?"
Yan Ting sighed and said: "Hearing is false, seeing is believing. If Brother Mu Yun insists on covering his eyes, it will be in vain for me to say more."
Mu Yun paused again, the expression on his face changed. Yan Ting coughed lightly and said, "Brother Mu Yun, we may not be able to recognize the right and wrong of the struggle for hegemony, let alone control it. But if we can do it within our power, You still have to act according to your chivalrous heart, what do you think?"
Mu Yun was silent for a moment, and finally sighed and said, "You didn't advise me not to have a grudge with Sword Fengjiang before, so why did you do the opposite now?"
Yan Ting blinked her eyes and said with a smile: "We don't have any grudges against them now. Everything is supported by your cheap master."
Mu Yun couldn't laugh or cry, but shook his head helplessly and said: "There will always be a day when the scandal will happen. How should we deal with it then?"
Yan Ting said calmly: "Times have changed. We only need to be fully prepared. Why should we worry unfoundedly?"
After hearing this, Mu Yun was finally relieved. He stared at Yan Ting's delicate dimples and said with emotion: "Ting'er has the air of a general. No wonder you can become the leader of the alliance. I am really convinced this time."
Yan Ting rolled her eyes at Mu Yun and said deliberately coolly: "So you were disapproving of me before?"
Mu Yun coughed dryly, cupped his fists in salute and said, "How dare you? It was just a slip of the tongue. In fact, I have always been full of respect for the alliance leader."
Yan Ting spat in a low voice and said in a voice as loud as a gnat: "You're talking nonsense, you say you're respectful, but don't you take the opportunity to do something to others?"
Mu Yun suddenly understood and said with difficulty hiding his embarrassment: "I told you that no matter how bad your drinking capacity is, you will not get drunk after just one drink. Ting'er, you are really just faking it."
Yan Ting became more and more shy, biting her cherry lips and whispered softly: "What, mine...should be pretty good, right?"
Mu Yun couldn't help but feel emotional, but suddenly he became alert again. He barely suppressed the ripples in his heart, deliberately glanced at Yan Ting's chest, and then said in a dilemma: "This... Ting'er, do you want to hear the truth or a lie? talk?"
Yan Ting noticed where Mu Yun was looking, and out of embarrassment, she raised her pink fist and hit him hard. Then she said half aggrieved and half discouraged: "You boring men, you like everything...could it be?" When you were a child...didn't you eat enough?"
Seeing Yan Ting's coquettish look, Mu Yun even smiled secretly. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to make a few jokes, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door. Then Xiao Lei pushed the door open and said breathlessly: "You two Did you...have you seen...where the little moth is?"
Mu Yun hesitated and said, "Isn't Miss Gong arranged in the west wing? Didn't Master Lei see her?"
Xiao Lei glared at Mu Yun and said angrily: "Not in the west wing, not in the east wing, not in the entire backyard! I just asked the shopkeeper and he said he didn't see her leaving the front door. Could it be that she climbed over the wall?"
Yan Ting pondered for a moment and then comforted her softly: "Little Buhu, please don't worry. Miss Gong may not have left without saying goodbye. Even if that is the case, there must be her reasons. We might as well search first to see if there are any clues." 137
Xiaolei felt relieved, and stared at Muyun, with an angry expression on his face: "Damn idiot! Did you make some sarcastic remarks to Xiao Mozi, and forced her to run away? Tell the truth if you dare, otherwise you will be punished If I catch you, don’t even think about looking good!"
After hearing this, Mu Yun paused secretly. At this moment, he heard a heavy cough outside the door, and then the shopkeeper's voice came: "Master Lei, please be inside. I just heard some guests chatting. The information in it may be useful to you." helped.”
Xiao Lei hurriedly rushed out and said anxiously: "What is the message? Hurry up and tell me!"
The shopkeeper paused slightly and said in a calm voice: "I heard that a wealthy businessman named Gao had his head hung at the entrance of Qingshou Street, and that at three quarters today, a fire will be lit to worship heaven."
"The crime of Chief Gao's Hongjun is that he formed a clique for personal gain, was ungrateful, and conspired to kill Chang'an hero Murong Zhuo. This is the first crime. He violated moral ethics and was despicable and shameless. He seduced and defiled his disciple Gong Xiao'e. This is the second crime. He was ambitious and used any means to instigate. Subverting the Yellow River Five Python Gang is the third crime."
"Three crimes are committed together, and there is no forgiveness. Now, King Xiang of Hedong upholds justice and kills this thief in Juying Inn, and hangs his head as a warning to others. Burning him with flames at three o'clock at noon will definitely make this thief's bones shattered and ashes scattered. To comfort the spirits of heroes in heaven."
At the entrance of Qingshou Street, there is a book written in blood on plain silk, and the words are shocking.
At the top of the archway, the leader hangs high, feeling cold and desolate inexplicably.
For a great hero in his life to end up like this, he may be unjust, leaving only a stigma on his body, causing passers-by to stop and spit.
Ten feet away, a lonely figure appeared at the entrance of the alley. Her exquisite figure was wrapped in a lake green outfit, still shivering in the cold wind.
The clear eyes are red and swollen, the jade face is filled with tears, and she is clearly overwhelmed with grief. The pear blossoms with rain in them really make people feel pity for her.
Just when she was feeling sad and angry, someone slapped her hard on the shoulder. The girl in green was caught off guard. She staggered on the spot and almost fell to the ground. When she steadied herself, she looked angrily and saw a strange figure coming into view. eye.
Looking at this person, he is eight feet long, with broad shoulders and a round waist. His face is scorched yellow, like an orange peel, his thin eyebrows are looming, two bull's-eyes are shining red, his beard and beard are curled up, and his nose is hanging from a pig's mouth. The smelly yellow Gebu robe and coat are really shocking.
The girl in green looked at her clearly, and her heart was shocked. She clenched her silver teeth and said coldly: "Niu Tengjiao, why are you here?"
The yellow-faced man who called Niu Tengjiao rolled his eyes strangely and said with a strange smile: "Sister Fu family, do you feel bad when you see your uncle Gao being beheaded?"
The girl in green was Fu Ningbi, the eldest lady of Xianyang Liuhe Fort. Hearing this, she barely stopped her sadness, wiped her tears first, and then said stiffly: "What does it have to do with you?"
Niu Tengjiao said cheerfully: "Why is it none of my business? You are the future eldest mistress of our Sanjue Village, and the future daughter-in-law of my eldest son Niu. What will happen if you break your body crying over someone named Gao?" "
Fu Ningbi almost felt sick when she heard that, and immediately spat: "Shut up! You shameless people, my father has already rejected you. If you dare to have wishful thinking and talk nonsense again, I will make you miserable!" "
Niu Tengjiao laughed and said, "Forget it, sister of the Fu family, your father probably won't survive next year, and now the man with the higher surname has settled his debt. As a weak woman, who else can you rely on?"
