The temptation of the wizard

After Zhu Yuntai arrived at Taichang Temple, Zhao Yingwei asked Zhao Yingwei to find out about Hanoi. He sat down for a while, and the minister of ritual sent a small bronze box with thirty special bronze medals locked in it. It was the Nuwa Palace. "Admission Tickets".

Yuntai looked at the bronze medal and found that the technical content was quite good, and it should be difficult for the people to imitate it.

In this world, there has not been a situation where a certain school dominates for a long time. Hundreds of industries have developed well, but the cutting-edge technology is more inclined to provide services for the extraordinary. For example, there are already eight stainless steel products in the hands of Zhu Yuntai. 90% performance, but the cost is too high.

Yuntai was playing with the bronze medal, and Ma Shi hurried in and reported in a low voice: "My lord, it’s not good. I don’t know which bastard told you about the 30 Nuwa Palace bronze medals. Someone outside the door has already come to ask. The number of people who won the bronze medal is increasing rapidly, and the situation is not optimistic."

Yuntai smiled and said, "The bastard in your mouth is mostly your family's national teacher."

Ma Shi hated iron and said in a low voice, "The master of the country is confused!"

Yuntai smiled and called Tao Huolong to the front, the latter stood up coldly and proudly, whistling and walking to the front of the case.

Zhu Yuntai whispered: "You go outside to spread the news, so you have five Nuwa Palace bronze medals for sale, and fifty thousand taels of gold."

Hearing that the matter was so big, Tao Huolong knew that Zhu Yuntai could only be used by himself, and no longer refused, but he still snorted before turning and leaving, with his head held high and his chest high, he was bullying and bullying.

It has received a lot of praise.

After a while, Zhao Yingwei came back, saying that Hanoi had already compiled a preliminary list of deaths, totaling more than 70,000 people.

Everyone in the public house turned pale when they heard this. The entire Hanoi county was only 700,000 to 800,000 people. About half of the area was affected by the disaster. The number of people directly affected was 300,000 to 400,000, and more than 70,000 people died...

A quarter dead!

And Zhao Yingwei even said that this is only a preliminary statistics on the registered population. Some families, domestic slaves and thugs habitually raised by gangs are mostly refugees without household registration. When the drought hits, they are naturally abandoned.

There are also some people who have fallen behind the root cause, such as heat stroke, who are now dead or doomed to be disabled. It is not clear for a while.

With this calculation, the number of deaths caused by this drought exceeded 100,000!

More than thousands of people were killed or injured in the frontier warfare, and the whole country was shocked, and a drought that should have been brought under control resulted in the death of 100,000 people!

If it weren’t for such statistics, who among the people in the workshop far away from the disaster area could feel the tragic drought?

They are uneasy and fearful, because they are also members of the celestial Taoism, and they were once a member who stood on the sidelines.

Zhu Yuntai was unexpectedly calm, and asked: "Did you all look the same when you heard the news?"

Zhao Yingwei knelt on the ground with a "puff", shaking all over, tears streaming down his face.

Zhu Yuntai left Taichang Temple with a cold face.

It was the night when Linghu, who saw his storybook in the "Hua Ben Bao", was encouraged by the eighth day of the year. He was still at his desk under the lamp and was writing that "Zhu Yuntai" was tainted by a bully. I was really excited and looked up. When I was in Mo, I suddenly saw the window being knocked open by the strong wind, and the white mist outside the window.

The cold wind messed up the manuscript paper, and the Eighth Master had to put his pen, stretched out his hand to close the window, and suddenly saw a graceful figure in the fog, his eyes straightened.

She was a woman in her twenties with a red gauze hood and a translucent gauze. She wore only a close-fitting waterside underneath the translucent gauze. Her skin was bright red against the background. Her big black eyes twinkled like stars, and her face looked beautiful. , The corners of the mouth are like a smile but not a smile, natural intrigue, under the slender jade neck, a piece of crunchy chest is like white jade, half-covered, a bunch of slender waist is not full, and a pair of long and moist legs are suddenly Faintly and faintly, the jade feet are also very enchanting.

The cold wind blew her hair and red gauze, the water covered the mist and rippling more charmingly, the small corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the red lips were slightly opened, which seemed to attract a kiss to Fangze.

The Eighth Master was so touched that he shed tears after a long drought.

It turns out that being a scholar is really easier to meet a vixen!

Why didn't you believe it before?

The woman walked to the window and leaned against the window and said softly: "My son, is Zhu Shaoqing home?"

"..."

The smile on Ba Ye's face gradually stiffened.

"The son?"

"Brother Ghost?"

"devil?"

When the woman was puzzled, Ba Ye closed the window with a "bang" and said angrily: "Dead!"

The woman opened the window and chuckled, "Isn't it?"

It turned out that Zhu Yuntai had also noticed the movement, and put on a long gown from the inner room. He was behind Ba Ye, frowning slightly.

Linghu turned around and glanced at Yuntai on the eighth day of the month, and then asked the woman: "How do you know that he is wishing Yuntai? Maybe I am?"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled. She gave her eight masters infinitely and said, "The son is so funny."

Baye: "..."

Zhu Yuntai: "Are you Hu Meiniang from Honghua Pavilion?"

The woman outside the window raised her eyebrows and said with joy, "Zhu Shaoqing knows me?"

Zhu Yuntai: "The Cangqiongmen, Tiejianshan, Changle Gang, etc. have all accused Taichang Temple of a fox demon in Honghua Pavilion who seduced their disciples and broke up the lovers, but you?"

The charming woman stomped her feet, but immediately said to Zhu Yuntai pitifully: "It's them who hate because of love, the slave family...the slave family is innocent, please Zhu Shaoqing Mingjian."

Baye's expression turned red and swallowed hard.

Zhu Yuntai couldn't help but flushed, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Hu Meiniang: "The slave family begs Zhu Shaoqing to bestow some bronze medals from the Nuwa Palace." She turned her side slightly, and tore off a piece of red gauze, revealing her delicate shoulders. Her beautiful eyes were full of charm and her red lips were dripping.

Yuntai: "I refuse!"

The demon wind around Hu Meiniang suddenly disappeared, and she sighed sadly: "You really are not a man!"

I wish the cloud surface will not change color, "You really are not a woman!"

Linghu jumped fiercely when he heard the words on the eighth day of the eighth day, and his eyes were panicked.

Hu Meiniang said angrily: "Where am I not a woman?"

"It's not a woman who can be so calm after seeing me." Yuntai smiled coldly, turned and walked back to the inner room.

Hu Meiniang: "..."

Baye: "..."

For a long time, Hu Meiniang asked Ba Ye: "How do ordinary women behave when they see him?"

The Eighth Master groaned: "Jealousy brings some sadness, sadness reveals obsession."

"...Is he a male or a female?"

"You let me kiss and I will tell you."