Department Six’s power is so great that the intelligence agency has blatantly opened up to the Northern Zhou capital.
Qing Yu is not a fool, for several times in a row, he has sent and received information through the Yun Lai Inn, so it is obvious that this Yun Lai Inn is related to Department Six. The Yunlai Inn, Yunlai not only had guests, but also the information they carried.
Qing Yu was once again glad that he had not torn his face off from Department Six, otherwise it would not have been safe to escape to anywhere.
Now, however, Department Six’s vast range of intelligence was to his advantage. At the very least, one should be no more worried about failing to pa*s the Shanhe Academy’s entrance exam, and if one couldn’t even manage such a thing, one would really be blind to the plausibility of opening this intelligence agency to the divine capital.
“Go, go in first.”
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Half an hour later, Jin Mingxuan was bored and drinking tea downstairs, “Why is Brother Meng so slow, just like a woman.”
This was already the third pot of tea he had drunk, two quarters of an hour ago, Jin Mingxuan had finished bathing and was downstairs waiting for Qing Yu. Jin Mingxuan was not the kind of noble son who would put on powder like a woman, so after a short bath and a change of clean clothes, he went downstairs to wait for Qingyu.
Then, he waited for two quarters of an hour.
“The sound of the wooden stairs being stepped on rang out, and Jin Mingxuan looked up for the first time.
This time he was not disappointed, a flamboyant gentleman dressed in white Confucian clothing, shaking a paper fan, was stepping down the stairs step by step.
“Brother Meng, you’re ——” Jin Mingxuan’s mouth grew.
No wonder he was shocked, but in just one bath and dressing session, this Brother Meng looked like a different person. His face was still the same, but now it looked radiant, giving the impression that he had washed away the leaden dust and glowed with true radiance.
“It’s just a wash off the dust from days of rushing.” Qing Yu shook his folding fan and said in a very pretentious 13.
It seemed to have a good effect. Looking at Jin Mingxuan’s shocked expression, Qing Yu secretly thought.
For a son of a big family like Jin Mingxuan, you wouldn’t become his friend by flattering him and deliberately pleasing him. The other party has heard more flattery and ingratiation than you can say since he was a child, what he needs is not a lackey who only flatters, but a friend who is to his liking.
So, if you want to make friends with Jin Mingxuan, you can only be right about his nature and make him come forward to make friends with you.
Qing Yu stayed in her room for an hour, naturally she was not putting on make-up like a woman. Well, it was almost as good to say make-up, after all, the purpose was the same, to let others see a better version of themselves.
Using internal energy to stimulate the muscles for fine-tuning, not to change the face, but to make the various parts of the face look more in line with other people’s aesthetics. In the words of Qing Yu’s previous life, it was to bring its own PS technology to show the perfect self.
“Brother Jin, you can’t do it like this.” Qing Yu looked up and down at Jin Mingxuan and said.
“Why not, what’s wrong with it?” Jin Mingxuan turned around and said.
He had changed into a new treasure blue dress, and his head was still bound with a golden crown like before, scattering a few strands of hair, looking debauched and unrestrained, with a different kind of charm, and some women liked this kind of man who looked wilder.
“There are still a few dashing airs missing, so you need to ——” Qing Yu shook the folding fan on his hand.
“It’s almost winter now.” Jin Mingxuan looked at Qing Yu like he was a fool.
Now the season has reached late autumn, looking at the beginning of winter, the climate has long turned cold, this time a folding paper fan, afraid not a fool, right.
“Is it handsome?” Qing Yu fanned his fan, the light breeze blew up his hair, so a turbid world fluttering gentleman.
“Handsome.” Jin Mingxuan’s eyes glowed.
“Handsome is enough, man, what is the use of having a temperature, can it help you find a girl’s liking? Besides, I observe your breath, Brother Jin, I think you are also a martial artist who cultivates internal energy, still afraid of this cold wind.” Qing Yu said sagely.
“So that’s how it is.” Jin Mingxuan suddenly realized that he finally knew why he could only hem and haw with the house maids at home, but could not always compete with those few Sl*ts who could play when he went out, so it was because he was not Sl*tty enough.
“I’ll go buy a folding fan now.” Jin Mingxuan hurriedly went to buy a folding fan.
“No hurry,” Qing Yu stopped the impatient Jin Ming Xuan, “we’ll go fill our stomachs first, and then go buy it.”
“Isn’t it possible to go over to Tianle Place to eat?” Jin Mingxuan asked in consternation.
“Brother Jin, do you know what drinking flower wine is?” Qing Yu acted a bit hateful, “Drinking flower wine drinking flower wine, as the name suggests, you drink wine, not eat flower vegetables. It’s not like we’re going to one of those trivial places where you can just give money and get laid, but to an elegant place. In a place like Tianle Place, there will never be fewer people with money, so if you want to stand out among the crowd and get the girl, you need to show your perfect self.
You go with an empty stomach, and it’s rude if your stomach growls. It’s rude to go hungry and gobble. It’s even more rude to go with your mouth full of food to get a kiss. Let’s go and eat first.”
After saying that, Qing Yu took the lead and walked out of the inn.
Tart. Jin Mingxuan cursed, then followed him out, he was sure to make this friend.
“Brother Meng, wait for me.”
“Don’t eat too much later, just pad your stomach, or you won’t be able to drink.”
“Oh ——”
——
Outside the True Martial Path gate, a spacious carriage grunted as it arrived.
“Master Uncle Xuanfeng, we’re here.” Qingzhou jumped out of the carriage and said to this carriage.
“Are we there yet ——” came a haggard voice from inside the carriage.
The carriage door opened and Qing Ling helped Xuan Feng out of the car.
“True Martial Dao Gate ah ——” Xuanfeng looked not far away, the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar mountain gate.
Xuan Guang kept his promise, he didn’t kill Xuan Feng, instead he fed him well and released him back when the great war in Yangcheng was over.
“At last ——” Xuan Feng sighed wearily.
Xuan Guang hadn’t done anything to him, but Xuan Feng’s heart, however, had been suffering for the past two months. In just two months, it was as if he had aged twenty years, and his hair had appeared white.
Xuanfeng suddenly realised that the True Martial Daoist Sect, where he had grown up, had become a little strange. Not only the senior brother of the Sect, who had begun to look unrecognisable a long time ago, but he ——
Xuanfeng glanced at Qingzhou, who was standing to the side. As far as he knew, this senior nephew was a beloved member of the Sect Leader’s personal disciple Qingxu. He was also present when Qing Yu died. Or rather, there was some indirect reason for Qing Yu’s death from him.
If it was once upon a time, Xuan Feng would not have suspected the disciples of the True Martial Dao Sect, but now, it was impossible to say.
“Senior Xuanfa, what should I do ——”
Xuan Fa turned his head to look at the spacious carriage at the back, as if he could see the beloved Senior Brother Xuan Fa through the corpse in the coffin in the carriage.
