In an elegant and quiet courtyard in Nanjing, there are beautiful mountains and rivers, and special sandalwood different from those common in the Central Plains is scattered everywhere.
This is the residence of Ao Yuanjia, the son-in-law of the current Dynasty, in the capital. In addition to the garden style of the Central Plains, there are many ornaments and decorations of Mongolian Jin gangzong. At ordinary times, servants are free to clean here, and the princess and her son-in-law sometimes come here for a few days when they are in the capital.
A faint wind bell, almost invisible, sounded in the yard. The crisp sound makes people relaxed and intoxicated. When they listen carefully, it seems that it is just a gentle wind, like an illusion.
A tall and slender man came with the wind and walked in the courtyard as if he were in the courtyard.
He exuded a faint smell of grass and flowers, even the flowers and plants in the courtyard were infected with a good smell. He covered his face with gauze and showed his star eyes and sword eyebrows, which made people think about the handsome face under the veil. One side of the long hair on the head is combed into one strand, and the other side is carefully braided and neatly pasted on the head. Each thin braid is tied with a silver white small bell and swings with it.
If there is no bell in the wind, it seems to come from this.
He walked leisurely in the courtyard, enjoying the overflow of spring flowers in the garden from time to time, and gently stroking the Garden Lake from time to time. He was as free and natural as the owner of the courtyard. A man with a face as ugly and frightening as melted wax came near, and he was not half uncomfortable.
When the servant heard the wind bell, he didn''t mind the other party''s sudden intrusion. The bell was like his greeting.
"This way, please." the servant''s face is incomplete. He can''t see happiness, anger, sadness and joy. The urn sound is like a urn.
The man nodded and followed the servants.
He was elegant on his way. He suddenly said faintly behind the servant: "I can see that your face is not as human as it is destroyed by fire... I''m afraid you''ve practiced some evil martial arts and become possessed by the devil, or you''re eager for quick success and instant benefit and forced to practice. If you promise to follow me, I can help you restore your original appearance."
The servant''s rude walking posture stagnated slightly, revealing the original steady walking posture of the footwall, but it recovered as usual in an instant, as if nothing had happened.
"The princess has some means to have such a loyal expert as you." the man smiled quietly, not reluctantly.
He has the name of the dream soul of the five immortals of the hidden dragon "drunk feeling and broken dream soul". It is his specialty to achieve his goal by controlling people''s feelings. He can immediately find the weakness of this servant at a glance. Let people work for him. He never uses force to force people. As long as he finds the right weakness and gives people exciting conditions, any kind of people are willing to submit to you and be controlled by you.
The servant looks not simple, but since he is not tempted, that''s all. He is just a professional habit. When he sees someone with ability, he stirs it. If he doesn''t succeed, he doesn''t have to get it. Now it seems that this person is not completely indifferent, and he can take a powerful medicine if he has a chance in the future.
The dream soul was taken to a secret small side hall, bowed to the servant, thanked him, raised his legs and walked in.
His steps were light but gentle as the wind, the bell on the thin braid shook, and the rhythmic bell sounded again in the house, clear and fascinating.
With a shallow smile under his scarf, he confidently walked towards a beautiful woman sitting in the right position and looked at each other''s beautiful big eyes, as if he was going to enter not the living room, but the beauty''s heart
Ding
A clash of porcelain against the crisp bell broke the harmony of the bell, as if it hoarsely made an inharmonious sound in the top music.
The beauty in the right position blinked, recovered her clarity and looked at herself warily. The dream soul had to stop and squint at an ugly woman whose face was like bark.
She was carrying a pot of freshly brewed hot tea. The sudden sound just now was made by her closing the lid. As if nothing had happened, she went to the table next to the beauty, poured hot tea for the two tea cups on the table, and put down the teapot.
She didn''t do things carefully and was a little rude. She put down the teapot in a perfunctory way and fell on the table with a "Dong" sound. But this heavy sound seemed to fall on everyone''s heart, which shocked people all over.
After finishing everything, he retreated to the side of the beauty as if nothing had happened and looked straight ahead without expression.
Menghun smiled, continued to walk to the table and sat down gracefully.
During this period, the bell on his pigtail still rang with him, but there was no more enchanting and pleasant feeling.
He sat opposite the beauty, took off his veil and showed his handsome face. His face was soft and elegant, but his eyes showed dangerous aggression, which had a fatal attraction to women.
"She is worthy of being Princess Changning. There are so many capable and different people around her that people envy her." Menghun said.
Changning Changshu took a breath of silt. Just now, she was in a trance. She was awakened by the tea nanny with her internal force. Why don''t you know what means the dream soul just did.
Although he was angry, he still squeezed out a touch of educated and reasonable smile: "Mu Zan is a nobody. How can you get into the magic eye of the five immortals dream soul of the hidden dragon? Is it that master Menghun has great powers, so he uses a little means to drop the psychedelic bell... Although I have read a lot of poetry and books, does Master Menghun treat me like master Zou, the second most talented woman on the list? I''m not a little bit short of master Zou, and I don''t understand how to appreciate master Menghun Lost voice... "
"Ha ha... Princess Changning is certainly different from master Zou. She is a talented woman, and there is a free and romantic soul in her bones. Although Princess Changning is not inferior to Zou... But you are a strategist, full of calmness, reason and overall situation." Menghun noticed Changning''s dissatisfaction with herself and didn''t panic or hurry, "If I''m not talented, I dare not attack the princess. What I just did was a sound of concentration and peace of mind, which made people feel comfortable and refreshing. It''s not the princess''s suspicion."
Of course, Changning won''t believe the ghost of the dream. Besides, the five immortals of the Qianlong are the masters who dare to go to the palace to rebel. They are bold and bold. Don''t you dare say?
But if it''s true or false, she can''t prove it. Neither nanny tea nor arag is good at magic, but those who are successful in internal skills are not greatly affected by these.
Today, Menghun is invited. Changning''s layout needs Menghun''s help. Changning can only suppress the anger and not tear the skin with Menghun.
"Unexpectedly, I just contacted Menghun, and Mr. Menghun will arrive the next day... Is Mr. Menghun resident in Nanjing recently?" Changning opened the topic, but it is still a temptation to collect all kinds of intelligence.
"No... there are many forces in the land of Nanjing, such as your King Kong sect, the imperial court, Mingchen and so on. There is no room for me to intervene. It''s hard for me to stay here." Menghun smiled.
"Really? Then why is it so coincidence? In a few days, the second princess is afraid to be her son-in-law, but Mr. Menghun happens to appear in Nanjing." Changning shook his head, and the Menghun was full of lies.
Although he wants to make a deal with mengsoul, if mengsoul is so dishonest, Changning would rather not provoke this figure.