A quarter of an hour later, the smile on He Pingan's face suddenly stopped.
Bah, they are all a bunch of old perverts who have forgotten their loyalty!
Just now, not long after Han Li entered Lichun Courtyard, he regained his coquettishness as a little prince in the nightclub, called the madam, and quickly helped Master Wang and Lu Wei choose the girl of their choice.
I really didn't expect that Lu Wei, who looked serious, actually liked the plump and round ones with huge breasts. As big as a watermelon, wasn't he afraid of being suffocated?
Then the three of them entered the backyard together to complete the important task of passing on life, leaving He Pingan alone in the front hall.
"Oh, a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date..."
He Ping'an let out a long sigh, took the wine bottle on the table in his hand, poured himself a glass of wine, and was about to drink it.
"Good poetry, good poetry."
"Brother He is alone again!"
As the words fell, a snow-white catkin stretched out, gently picked up a peanut on the table, and put it into the red lips and white teeth.
"Brother Wang, long time no see."
He Ping'an drank the wine in his hand without looking back, and knew that Wang Yifang was coming.
Behind him, the boy was replaced again, the men's clothing boss Xiaoru.
"Oh, don't mention it. It will be spring the day after tomorrow. I have been studying at home recently and haven't gone out for a long time."
Wang Yifang took the jug in his hands and poured a full cup for himself.
"It's spring the day after tomorrow, is Brother Wang still in the mood to go out for a drink?"
He Ping'an smiled and said, he knew that Lu Yong had been studying hard in the house these past few days and had not even gone out a few times.
While talking, he poured himself a glass, the two clinked their glasses, and then drank it all.
Wang Yifang put down his wine glass, smiled, and said nothing. His back was straight, and his smooth face glowed with confidence.
Is this guy ready?
He Ping'an couldn't help but feel regretful. If he were to revert to women's clothing in this posture, the two big peach-white steamed buns on his chest would have jumped up proudly.
However, he was complaining in his heart. He could feel that Wang Yifang's Confucianism and Taoism cultivation had indeed increased a lot, and he was already close to the peak of the fifth grade.
A quarter of an hour later, after drinking for three rounds, Wang Yifang blushed and started talking.
"Brother He, I heard that something happened to the two real people in Changsheng Palace?"
Wang Yifang stared at He Pingan with his bright eyes and asked.
Although Emperor Jiaming ordered the disappearance of the two first-class real people, the matter was so unbelievable that it had already reached the ears of some high-level monks and court officials.
As a former princess, Wang Yifang was not surprised to know.
He Ping'an sent a message: "Brother Wang, does he even know about this?"
"This is the secret of the Eternal Life Palace."
Wang Yifang quickly sent a message to explain: "I have a friend who is on duty in the palace and knows some secrets."
Haha, I think you are a friend out of nowhere.
He Ping'an did not expose her and continued: "It is true that the Dragon Guard came to the Eternal Life Palace to investigate today, but there is no result yet."
Wang Yifang nodded, leaned on the wine table, and sighed quietly: "Two dignified first-class monks can't even control their own destiny."
"Not to mention people like us, alas..."
He Ping'an heard the melancholy in her words and asked curiously: "I wanted to ask you about Brother Wang last time I met him. I always feel that Brother Wang seems to have something on his mind?"
"Oh, it's hard to explain in words, so it's better not to say it..."
Wang Yifang looked around and talked about him, but didn't say anything.
He Pingan would not force it. He and Princess Yifang were like acquaintances. They met in Lichun Courtyard. When they left this place, she was still Princess Yifang, and she transformed into a dragon-riding martial saint. .
"By the way, Brother Wang, looking at the emperors of Daxuan, it seems that they all live less than a hundred years. Why is this?"
He Pingan asked via message.
He knew some secrets from Tao Zhen, but he still needed to confirm it from Wang Yifang.
"Brother He, how did you learn this?"
Wang Yifang said in surprise.
"I learned this from an ancient book."
He Pingan said nonsense, after all, it was impossible for him to say, this is what Master Tao told me.
Wang Yifang thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Why does Brother He think I know about this?"
There are basically no books circulating about Emperor Daxuan's longevity.
Because the Daxuan Dynasty lasted for 1,500 years, which was too long, there were not many books that deliberately recorded the longevity of the emperor.
Especially the birthdays of princes and emperors in the past dynasties are absolute secrets.
Unless someone is willing to spend a lot of time to check ancient books and confirm each other, the above conclusion can be reached.
So Wang Yifang suddenly thought that if He Pingan asked himself such a royal secret, did it mean that he had discovered his identity.
He Ping'an stared at her blushing face with burning eyes and smiled: "Didn't Brother Wang just say that he has a friend on duty in the palace?"
He didn't say the next sentence. Even the two real people from Changsheng Palace suddenly disappeared. Your friend knew about it so quickly. How could this be so difficult?
"Oh yes......"
Wang Yifang's pretty face turned red again, but he had forgotten about it.
"I did hear that friend say this."
Wang Yifang said quickly to cover up his embarrassment: "Brother He and I hit it off right away, so it's okay to tell you. It's just about the royal family, so please keep it secret."
He Ping'an nodded, indicating that he would remain tight-lipped.
"Actually, what Brother He said is not entirely correct. It's not that he doesn't live longer than a hundred, but that he doesn't live longer than ninety-five!"
"You won't live longer than ninety-five?"
He Pingan chewed the meaning of this sentence in his heart, and at the same time looked at Wang Yifang with a slightly inquiring gaze.
"I don't know the specific reason. I only know that since the establishment of Daxuan, the longevity of all emperors can only be ninety-five years at most, unless..."
When Wang Yifang said this, his voice paused.
"Unless what?"
He Ping'an couldn't wait to ask. This little girl was so imitated that she started to show off her skills.
"Only by breaking through the realm of transcendence can we get rid of the shackles of ninety-five years of life."
Wang Yifang was very satisfied with He Pingan's reaction and said slowly.
He Ping'an thought to himself, it is indeed the case, exactly as Tao Zhenren said.
So, is this the reason why Emperor Jiaming established the Palace of Eternal Life and was eager to break through the realm of transcendence?
It seems that while enjoying the benefits brought by Daxuan's national destiny, he is also dragged down by the national destiny. It is not that easy to be the Ninth Five-Year Master!
He Ping'an continued to make insinuations for a while, and then gave up after confirming that Wang Yifang had indeed been squeezed out by him and did not know the deeper reasons.
"Brother He, have you heard that a group of bandits appeared in Chuzhou recently, called Heifengzhai."
Wang Yifang's cheeks were slightly red, his breath was blue, and he asked.
He Pingan kept asking about the secrets of the royal family, which made her a little tired of dealing with it, so she quickly changed the subject.
"I heard a little bit, what's wrong?"
He Pingan asked lightly.
A few days ago, Zhang San led people down the mountain again, killed all the corrupt officials in a county next to Lin County, kidnapped all the magical herbs and pills, and distributed the gold, silver and grain of the county to the people. Of course he knew about this.
Within one county of Wuling County, two consecutive county towns were looted by Heifeng Village, and the news has reached Xuanyang City.
But at this time, Emperor Jiaming may have been troubled by the disappearance of the two real people, or he may have disdained the small Black Wind Stronghold, so he turned a blind eye to the matter.
"I heard that although the people in Heifeng Village are bandits, they have strict discipline and never bully the people. They also exchange large amounts of gold, silver and food for the people's spiritual herbs and other things. It's really strange."
Wang Yifang's bright eyes moved and he looked at He Pingan and asked.
"Haha, there are so many strange things in the world. There is nothing strange about this. Maybe this village leader is an alchemist and is good at refining alchemy."
He Ping'an always felt that discussing this topic was strange, so he quickly said.
"The key is that this Black Wind Village seems to need poisonous erysipelas grass more than spiritual materials."
Wang Yifang said with a smile, as if he meant something.
"I don't know much about this matter."
He Pingan had no choice but to pretend to be confused.
Wang Yifang stopped talking about it and didn't say anything more about it.
After chatting for about half an hour, Wang Yifang was too drunk and was once again put on Xiaoru's shoulders and taken away.
He Ping'an looked at Wang Yifang's leaving figure and felt that this little girl seemed to have guessed something.
