Master of Unlimited Luck

Counting people or sitting or standing, or smiling, or smiling wryly...

And the young man in purple, who was sitting at the desk with a frivolous smile, seemed to be a frivolous brother, although his limbs were weak and he was unable to sit.

But from the perspective of everyone, it was clear that he was surrounded by him unconsciously, as if this person was the leader of the crowd.

Han Fei!

Whether it is Zhang Liang, who is brilliant and resourceful, or Wei Zhuang, who is born in all directions and is strong and rarely meets opponents, they are willing to lead him... Obviously, it has its own extraordinary advantages.

And now...

Everyone's eyes focused on the bamboo slip in Han Fei's hand.

Four verses in the book.

The smoke cage is cold water and moon cage sand, and Qinhuai is near the restaurant at night.

Business women do not know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

Su Jing wanted to get Han Fei’s attention, so when Zi Nu asked about the so-called poem that was faintly intentional but still unfinished, he naturally gave it to her very understandingly, and explained clearly that Qin Huai had passed by himself. A river, after all, the Qinhuai River will probably only appear after winning the political power to unify the six countries. Although he is a copyist, he is still relatively responsible.

but……

"Is this really poem?"

Zhang Liang pondered for a while before he said: "I have read a lot of books, but I have never seen this kind of poetry, and compared to my usual poetry, this poem is too much..."

He thought about it, and concluded: "Straightforward!"

Han Fei looked left and right, fixedly looking at the poems above, and sighed: "But it is also because of the straightforwardness that I feel that there seems to be a point in it, and it is insinuating... , And it’s very concise. Liao and Liao numbers, even cut and beat, really made me feel dizzy, I have to mention, it’s really much more straightforward than ours."

Wei Zhuang didn't even look at Han Fei, and said, "This poem is written for you."

"Yes, it was written for me."

Han Fei smiled bitterly, "This is the other party who asked me to send it home by myself... Among the Seven Kingdoms, South Korea was the first to die. Obviously, the other party knows something."

Zi Nu worried: "The opponent's martial arts are good, even more magical, if you are alone, you may not be safe."

Han Fei said, "So I want to ask Wei Zhuang brother..."

Wei Zhuang said straightforwardly: "Don't go!"

"Damn……"

Han Fei smiled bitterly.

Zi Nu smiled and said, "I will go with Jiu Gongzi."

Han Fei sighed, "Ah, there are Lao Zi Nv girls. If you don't know how to martial arts, you can't do it. If you open your mouth and shut your mouth, you have to ask for help. People still don't help... Alas, people in the royal family are so weak. In the middle, South Korea died for the first time.

Wei Zhuang glanced at him lightly, "boring."

"Let's go and see what good news they can bring us, well, or bad news."

Han Fei stretched, "Anyway, the prince has just found him back, but don't get me any more moths... I am small and can't afford too much."

With that, go out the door.

Wei Zhuang sneered and said, "The comer is not good. Since these people will come, they will never bring any good news. Anyway, be mentally prepared."

Han Fei: "……………………………………”

And this time.

A few tens of meters apart.

Inside a very elegant room.

Murongruo and Qu Wuyi, Su Jing and the three sat at each side of the table. There were a few exquisite side dishes on the table. Although it is strange to say that there are shredded pork, braised pork loin and scrambled eggs with tomatoes in this era, I have to mention it. The taste of the chef at Zilanxuan is still very authentic.

Su Jing's food is very sweet.

Only Houhou did not sit at the table, sitting on the bedside rubbing her little feet in annoyance. She was used to walking barefoot and walking on rainy days all the way, although she wrapped her feet with infuriating energy so that she did not touch Mud, but looking at the mud under your feet, and then stepping on it again...Whether you can touch it is a problem, but psychologically it is another problem.

Stepping on shit through shoes is as disgusting.

Therefore, she checked with her little feet for a while, and after making sure that she didn't touch the mud at all, she finally put it down with satisfaction.

Stepping comfortably on the cashmere carpet, laughed happily.

Seeing Su Jing sitting there with a bowl of rice and eating Zhengxiang, she asked, "Master, are you really sure that the person you are looking for will come to you?"

Su Jing swallowed the sweet and sour fish in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It should be."

"Then what if he doesn't come?"

"I'll go if he doesn't come!"

Hou Hou complained with a broken face: "Then why don't you go find him in the first place? Master, you have done so much."

"Does it have the same effect if you take the initiative to send it to your door and ask someone else to come in?"

Su Jing glanced at her and said, "Zhuge Liang has long been in love with Liu Bei, so why let him go to the thatched cottage? To put it bluntly, shouldn't it be self-imposed? We took the initiative to send it to the door and asked Han Fei to help? Why not let him Come to us and ask them to ask us to help him?"

Qu Wuyi stopped his chopsticks and asked, "Han Fei is what you're looking for? Fajia Han Fei?"

Houhou pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, "Why didn't you look for the Mohist family? It was the Mohist swordsmanship that was the one that lost you..."

The little girl is a descendant of the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect comes from the Mo family, she has a strong sense of belonging to the Mo family.

Su Jing clapped his hands and said, "This is a good idea. We can pretend to be a disciple of the Mo family."

"Why pretend? We are obviously..."

Before Houhou finished speaking, the door of the room was knocked.

"coming."

Su Jing finished the meal in twos and then smiled: "I'll open the door."

He got up here, Qu Wuyi put down the dishes and chopsticks, and Murong Ruo waved his hand, all the food, including the residue, was put away, and the table looked neat...

To be able to use storage space to do this kind of thing, Murong Ruo is also quite flexible.

Su Jing opened the door.

Outside...