"How could it be? Sister Su actually agreed to King Muhuai's proposal." Gongsun Shilian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the invitation in his hand in confusion.

"It's really unpredictable." Luo Feiyu lay on the bench, looking at the invitation in his hand, and couldn't help yawning. "It should be that the young man's bet was too generous, and he suddenly changed his mind."

"Did you lose money?" Gongsun Shilian glanced at Luo Feiyu with contempt, "Don't think everyone is like you."

Luo Feiyu put down the invitation and crossed her legs lazily, "Then she had swearing that she would not marry before, but she changed her mind in just a few days. How can this make sense?"

Gongsun Shilian touched her chin and frowned, "I guess there is something mysterious about that wedding post." She suddenly thought of something and looked up suddenly, "So, why are you in my guest room?"

Luo Feiyu yawned again, "Master Gongsun Lou, I am penniless now. Since I am penniless, I am a beggar. You are the sword building to help the poor and eliminate evil, and it is not necessary to accommodate me, a pauper."

Gongsun Shilan jumped onto the bed and suddenly pulled the gauze tent, "This is the first time I have met someone as shameless as you."

However, there was no sound for a long time to respond to her. Gongsun Shilan gently pulled open the gauze tent, but saw Luo Feiyu had closed his eyes and fell asleep. Gongsun Shilan smiled and said silently in her heart: "This person..."

But Gongsun Shilian's smile stopped quickly. She looked at the invitation on Luo Feiyu's chest and thought to herself: "Yan Jingchen and him had a confrontation not long ago. It is logical that they should be in the same situation as water and fire. If his real purpose is Mu Huai Sword, then Yan Jingchen's move is like attracting a wolf into the house. Why did he also send him an invitation?"

Jinling City, Confucius Temple.

Although the style of the imperial city has long disappeared, Confucius Temple is still offering sacrifices as usual. Children are intoxicated, candidates are asking for visas, and incense is constantly on the rise. It is already night, but the incense is still in the Confucius Temple, as bright as daytime.

A handsome young man in gorgeous clothes and wearing a golden scabbard around his waist stood in the temple, holding six unburned incense sticks in his hand, facing the portrait of Confucius, neither kneeling nor lit incense, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a cold female voice sounded: "Oh, bring a sharp sword into Confucius Temple. I remember when your father was the city lord, he would have to be sentenced to death."

A graceful figure appeared behind Yan Jingchen, and a faint smell of medicine suddenly spread, and soon suppressed the incense smell in the temple.

Yan Jingchen turned around and looked at Tang Yuxuan coldly, "That was the lord of Jinling City now, and the king of Muhuai now can only be me."

Tang Yuxuan smiled slightly and slowly walked to the lifelike portrait of Confucius, "Looking at your sad face, you asked me out so late, are you asking me for something?"

"I'm afraid of darkness, I'm afraid of loneliness." Yan Jingchen looked up at the dark night sky outside.

Tang Yuxuan felt a little surprised and turned her head to look at Yan Jingchen in surprise, but she still mocked her verbally: "Are you a king or prince after all, are you so timid?"

Yan Jingchen smiled and whispered in a serious and without any emotion: "Maybe it's because I remembered the past. I ignored my parents' opposition and insisted on getting a fame. In the end, they couldn't resist me, so they took my elder brother and second brother to accompany me to the Confucius Temple to sign, wishing me a good ranking. Now that I think about it, it seems that many years have passed."

"What happened later?" Tang Yuxuan asked curiously.

"It took a lot of effort to win me a qualification, and then they accompanied me to Luoyang in person. But I wanted to get a fame exam purely for fun and wanted to experience the feeling of being a cultural person. In the end, of course, I failed the exam. I was beaten up by my father a lot for this."

Tang Yuxuan became surprisingly quiet, listened to Yan Jingchen's words silently, and unknowingly raised her head and looked into the distance. The direction she was looking at was the West. There was her former home, the Tang Sect in Shuzhong.

After a long time, Tang Yuxuan woke up from her memories and said sadly: "You talk so much nonsense. You asked me to come here to let me listen to your past?"

"Of course there are other things." Yan Jingchen raised the six incense sticks in his hand, and his fingers urged his internal force, and six light smoke rose up. He pulled out three of the six and handed them to Tang Yuxuan. He held three more cigarettes and slowly walked to the cushion, and knelt respectfully towards the portrait of Confucius.

Tang Yuxuan frowned, but still knelt down with Yan Jingchen and bowed respectfully.

"What are you going to do?" Tang Yuxuan asked in confusion.

"Please give me a signature." Yan Jingchen kowtowed again, then got up and bowed again, walked to the table and picked up the signature and shook it.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yuxuan muttered dissatisfied.

Amid the sound of "slamming", a wooden sign fell to the ground. Yan Jingchen put down the sign, bent down and picked up the wooden sign, and said to the words on the wooden sign: "The best sign. If there is a noble person who helps you, everything will go smoothly, avoid disasters and bring disasters, and benevolence like rain."

"The noble man helps you, everything goes well." Yan Jingchen murmured.

Tang Yuxuan said impatiently: "You asked for a sign, what are you asking me to do? Will it delay my time?"

After reading it, Yan Jingchen paused and said to Tang Yuxuan extremely seriously: "Have your poison been made?"

Tang Yuxuan thought for a while and said, "I added a few new medicines. I just prepared them and haven't tried them yet. What's the point?"

Yan Jingchen hesitated for a moment, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Do you still need a living person to test the poison for you?"

"you mean?"

"Help me kill someone." Yan Jingchen said coldly.

Tang Yuxuan narrowed her eyes, "Is it the guy who beat you up to the point of a rainy night a few days ago?"

Yan Jingchen was stunned and nodded, "Yes. I have secretly sent a letter to the two major killer organizations in Jiangnan: Guzhoufang Guzhou Gongzi and Naiheqiao Mengpo, but he has not received a reply. Seeing that the wedding date is approaching, I can only entrust you."

Tang Yuxuan covered her mouth and smiled, "Is this Jinling City not your territory of King Muhuai? Why don't you kill him?"

"The martial arts he has practiced are specialized in swordsmanship, and I am afraid I can't kill him with my sword." Yan Jingchen gently stroked the golden Muhuai sword scabbard around his waist. "I have sent someone to send him an invitation to a wedding banquet. Please post some information on my own. He will definitely come to Wuyi Lane tomorrow afternoon. The signing also said that the noble man will help you, but everything goes well, please."

"Okay." Tang Yuxuan replied: "But can you tell me why you wanted to kill this person?"

Yan Jingchen said slowly: "If he does not eliminate it, it will become a variable in your and my plan."
Chapter completed!