Wait a minute, heroine

The next day.

Ye Jingtang wore a black official robe, rode a big horse to the vicinity of Mingyu Tower, and got off the horse outside the Yamen.

The policeman standing guard at the door quickly ran up to catch the reins and greeted him respectfully:

"Greetings, Lord Ye!"

"No gifts, no gifts..."

"Good morning, Sir Bird!"

"Ji~..."

After Ye Jingtang said a few polite words at the door, he carried the bird and entered the yamen. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the general flag king Chihu walking out and said with a distant smile:

"Hey, brother Ye is here. He is the Duke of the country, why do you come to the Yamen in person..."

Although Wang Chihu has a low official position, his biological father is Wang Yin, the Duke of Zhenguo, and he is also the cousin of Prince Jing. Not only Duke Feng, but Princess Fengjing in Ye Jingtang has to call her brother-in-law. Currently, he is the only one in the black government who dares to call him Ye. The people who were shocked.

Ye Jingtang came to the front and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, don't be ridiculous, you are already riding for Prince Jing, how can I dare to rest at home and act arrogant? I heard that Brother Wang has to go to the embassy tomorrow?"

Wang Chihu is the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo, and he will take over the throne in the future. In these situations where he has to fight with the senior officials of Beiliang, he will definitely be sent in for training and training. He nodded and said:

"We have to go for a formality. When the time comes, let's have our drink and let Minister Chen do the talking. Oh~ This bird has traveled far away. Why is it that he hasn't lost any weight at all? He's still round?"

"grumble?!"

Niaoniao was furious on the spot!

Ye Jingtang quickly held down the bird, and without delaying Wang Chihu's business, he turned to ask:

"Prince Jing didn't go to court today?"

"There is no morning meeting today. Prince Jing is resting in Mingyu Tower, studying poetry and poetry. You are busy first, while I go to patrol the streets, lest Prince Jing say I am lazy again later..."

"hehe……"

After Ye Jingtang watched Wang Chihu leave, he entered the yamen. First, he asked Bo, the head of the yamen, to help find some information, and then went to the nursing home next to the yamen.

After She Long and Shang Jianli were injured, they recuperated for more than ten days. Although they were not yet able to take on assignments, they were competent enough for civilian duties. Since they had nothing to do at home, they recuperated in the Yamen. While enjoying the benefits of the Yamen, they reviewed various cases. .

Ye Jingtang visited Shang Jianli in the study, and then went to find She Long. He found that She Long couldn't stay idle at all and ran to the dungeon below Mingyu Tower, chatting with Liu Qiansheng.

Liu Qiansheng was not imprisoned in a dungeon, but after experiencing an assassination, for safety reasons, he was assigned the same position as Qiu Tianhe, living in the black office and helping deliver meals every day.

When Ye Jingtang entered the dungeon, he found Liu Qiansheng, dressed in snow-white hair, walking slowly along the corridor, carrying a big rice pail.

She Long hung his right arm on his shoulder and said as he walked:

"Jiang Zahu is worthy of being Liu Lao's disciple. He used a long fist with one hand to hit Master Ye, and his scalp was numb. He went back and used a move called 'Black Wind Poisonous Dragon Diamond', and used his body and spear to directly attack the gate of life. He was so domineering. In the end, King Gou Chen died from this move. Mr. Liu thinks, can Master Ye's move break Jiang Zahu's fists and feet?"

"It can be broken, but Master Ye's technique is a unique one. Once he has used it on Sima Yue, there will be no second Wu Kui who will fall victim to it again."

"That's right...Hey, Lord Ye!"

…

Ye Jingtang came forward, raised his hand and saluted, and then added with a smile:

"Mr. Liu is not an honest man. Jiang Zahu has a unique move taught by Mr. Liu, which can break the Listening Wind Palm. He didn't tell me. I bumped into him when I went out this time, and I suffered a loss on that move and was almost beaten to death."

Liu Qiansheng was carrying the rice pail, with a look of pride flashing in his eyes:

"No matter what Jiang Zahu is, he is also my direct disciple, how can he not know his unique skills? I have been in the world for eighty years and have hidden a lot of real skills. I have gained new insights in the past twenty years. Even Jiang Zahu can't do it. However, I am forgetful as I get older, so if the court wants to learn everything, it has to be a little patient."

Ye Jingtang is not a disciple, and he also knows that Liu Qiansheng has taken out all the money and put his life in the hands of the court. He certainly cannot rush him, but he just said:

"I'm very curious about this trick. Can Mr. Liu enlighten me? I'll see if I can figure it out myself..."

As a veteran boxer, Liu Qiansheng may be too old and physically unable to keep up, but his skills in boxing and kicking are not the least bit less. He has many more unique skills than this one. He was not stingy at the moment, raising his right hand and raising it flatly:

"I only give you one move. Whether you can realize something or not depends on Mr. Ye's transformation."

Ye Jingtang's face became a little more solemn. He put his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand to block, and secretly used the Tingfeng Palm method to sense.

Liu Qiansheng held the rice pail in her left hand, raised her right hand flat, and placed her fingertips on Ye Jingtang's palm with an understatement.

When Ye Jingtang touched Liu Qiansheng's fingertips, everything was as usual, but at a certain moment, he suddenly noticed that Liu Qiansheng's figure changed, and the energy condensed in his hands disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had been forcibly drained away.

Before he could sense it clearly, the disappeared Qi Jin suddenly rushed out with several times the power. His fingers bent and turned into fists. A single punch landed in the palm of his hand, and the Qi Qi exploded immediately.

Bang~

There was a muffled sound.

Ye Jingtang's body was shaken visible to the naked eye, and the tether of his wrist guards was directly broken. His whole body slid back more than half a foot along the black stone floor tiles. After he stopped, he could see that his palms were red from the shock.

After Liu Qiansheng punched him, he shook his right hand and sighed:

"The physique is really strong, like a steel plate. How does it feel?"

She Long didn't understand it at all. He only saw Liu Qiansheng knocking Ye Jingtang back half a foot with an understatement, and his eyes couldn't help showing surprise:

"Good work!"

Ye Jingtang also waved his right hand. After careful consideration, he nodded and said:

"It's really good work. I won't be able to study the way out in a few days."

How many days?

It took Liu Qiansheng many years to condense such a unique skill from countless martial arts. Hearing these words, he was speechless.

But seeing Ye Jingtang's understanding, he really couldn't say that Ye Jingtang didn't know the heights of the world. He turned around and walked into the cell and gave instructions:

"Practicing martial arts is like calligraphy and painting. At first, you copy everyone's superficial knowledge, and then you understand the inner meaning. When all the leaders of hundreds of schools are familiar with it, if you want to become a master, it is nothing more than groping through your own accumulation and finding a path that no one has gone before. road.

"Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world fall at the level of 'understanding' and cannot understand its inner meaning at all. For this reason, they can only practice and imagine; and if you have this understanding, you are really rewarded by God. Now you should have more Learning, no matter how good or bad it is, is thoroughly understood by heart. If you combine the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought into one, these unique 'unique skills' are nothing more than little tricks you can learn at a glance..."

The Night Terror Hall is indeed on the road to being accessible to all families. Listening to the explanations of these people who have experienced it, it can be said that listening to you is better than ten years of reading. When I was thinking about it secretly, I suddenly found a cry coming from the well mouth of the cell:

"Ouch! Mr. Ye! You are here! Why don't you punish my two brothers to do hard labor? This place is really not a place for people to treat..."

Ye Jingtang was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked around, and found that the two kings of Yanzhou, who were already somewhat unfamiliar, were in the cell below. He turned around and said:

"Are they still locked up?"

She Long blinked his eyes, a little confused:

"Uh...what do you mean, Mr. Ye?"

As he spoke, he wiped his neck and asked if he should dispose of it secretly.

Ye Jingtang thought about it. Regarding these two fools, it would be too merciful to release them after three or four months in prison. Killing them directly would indeed be a bit of an abuse of criminal law, so he immediately said:

"Beiliang secretly sent a lot of people here. Just relying on the yamen manpower may not be able to find them all. Let them take turns to be bad guys and look for Beiliang masters like Hua Ling. The sentence will be calculated as twenty years. If you find one, the sentence will be reduced by one year. Years, if no crime is found, he will be imprisoned until death. The opportunity has been given. If you can't grasp it, don't blame the court for being unkind."

She Long thinks this method is okay. No matter how conscientious the yamen police officer is, he is still on business. It is impossible for the police officer to issue a military order and kill him if he is not found. But the prisoner is different. He cannot die if he is not found. This subjective initiative cannot be granted to God. I quickly went to make arrangements...

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On the top floor of Mingyu Building, in the large study room.

Dongfang Liren sat behind a large desk with several books in front of her. They were deeds sent by the palace for her to comment on, as well as calligraphy and paintings sent from Beiliang through various channels.

In the study, there is also a woman in her thirties sitting. She is the daughter of the Imperial Academy in the city. She was considered a well-known talented woman in the capital ten years ago, but now she has long been married and rarely shows up again. Outsiders generally call her Mrs. Zhou.

At this time, Mrs. Zhou was sitting in front of the desk, looking at various calligraphy and paintings, and said:

"The great Wei Dynasty was full of military virtues, there were many heroes among the people, and the literary spirit was not inferior to that of Beiliang. However, I don't know if it is because the Holy Emperor and His Highness are too talented. In the past two years, some talented women have emerged in the capital.

"But it's not the case over at Yanjing. A strange woman has appeared, known as the 'little chess saint'. She is a master of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. This time she seems to have come with the envoy team. If Beiliang deliberately provokes, no one in Yun'an can Take that, I’m afraid I’ll have to go and deal with it when the time comes…”

Dongfang Liren looked at the snow scene picture in his hand, his eyes were extremely serious, and there was a serious look on his eyebrows, obviously aware of the menacing approach of Beiliang.

The Beiliang delegation entered the customs. Putting aside the private intrigues for the time being, they were indeed communicating and mutually beneficial on the surface.

The way of communication was that the foreign envoys of Beiliang brought the talents of this dynasty to Yun'an to study for a period of time.

For example, those who study medicine visit Mrs. Wang, those who study tailoring visit Fan Jiuniang, those who study calligraphy, music and chess visit famous Confucianists, etc.

The two dynasties have been fighting openly and secretly all year round, and generally do not teach real things to the students of the enemy country. Therefore, this is almost the only opportunity for young talents to come into contact with the academic leaders of the other side. Zhang Jinglin used this method to learn from the old doctor Wang.

The Wei Dynasty was not a good old man who taught for free. Beiliang was good at heresy and strange skills. Although the warriors felt that they did not follow martial ethics, the court also understood how serious the consequences would be if these things were replaced.

For this reason, many young talents went to Yanjing to study abroad and visit figures such as Zhongsun Jin. As for whether they learned real things and whether they could successfully bring them back to the Wei Dynasty, both parties depended on their own abilities.

For these reasons, even if it is known that there is a killer lurking in the envoy team, the court cannot review and arrest people openly; after all, if you arrest me, you will arrest me. A devoted and loyal man.

The only people that both sides can deal with are people like Hua Ling. Sending top masters to the opponent's capital without reporting them in advance would be suspected of assassination. It was difficult for Beiliang to explain the motive. Even if Wei found them and killed them, both sides would pretend that nothing had happened.

Both sides have a tacit understanding to abide by the rules and do not do anything. The normal student who went to visit the enemy country must not be ordinary arrogance.

For example, in a martial arts tournament or something like that, they would trample their opponents mercilessly; if the Empress or Emperor Liang were watching, they would trample them even harder.

During the previous dynasty, there was a big scene where the Northern Dynasty was banned from playing ten games of chess, which made the emperor of the previous dynasty angry. Afterwards, he had to grit his teeth and praise the young people of the Northern Dynasty.

This year's martial arts competition or something like that, with the young talent of Ye Jingtang who is less than twenty years old, Beiliang will definitely not dare to mention it, but in other aspects, he will definitely intensify his efforts to regain his face.

When Dongfang Liren saw Mo Bao, the most talented girl in Yanjing, he knew that the situation was not good. Yun'an couldn't find a talented girl who could take over. In the end, I'm afraid she would be the only one to take over, and she might not be able to suppress him.

Dongfang Liren carefully studied the countermeasures. Before he could find any obvious weakness, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door. A maid came to the door and bowed to report:

"Your Highness, Mr. Ye is here."

Mrs. Zhou had heard about the name of Night Terror Hall for a long time. Today she came to accompany Prince Jing to discuss calligraphy and painting. Naturally, she wanted to meet this upstart with both talents and appearance. Her eyes moved slightly when she heard this.

But Dongfang Liren knew how extraordinary Ye Jingtang's appearance and temperament were, and that Mrs. Zhou was married again. Perhaps because he was afraid of causing any big problems, he did not ask Ye Jingtang to come up, but said:

"The king is waiting for a guest, let him wait for a while."

"yes."

Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but admire Prince Dongfang Liren when she saw how arrogant he was, and said:

"Your Highness is indeed a hero among women. If I had such a powerful husband, I would never dare to let him wait and follow me around all the time to bring tea and water. I would be worried about being disliked by my husband."

"Mrs. Zhou is too self-effacing..."

Dongfang Liren said he was calm and calm, but in fact, his heart had already drifted to Ye Jingtang. After pretending to be calm and talking about calligraphy and painting for a while, he asked the maid to send Mrs. Zhou back home.

Dongfang Liren watched on the terrace until Mrs. Zhou disappeared between the verandas, then she straightened her clothes and quickly went downstairs to look for her.

The fourth floor of Mingyu Building is the bedroom, the lower three floors are the collection room, the first floor is for weapons, the second and third floors are for various secret books, and of course there are also various calligraphy treasures.

Dongfang Liren searched in the room where the martial arts secret books were kept, but found no one from Ye Jingtang. While he was confused, he suddenly heard someone coming from downstairs:

"here."

Dongfang Liren maintained his demeanor and walked to the room downstairs unhurriedly, only to see Ye Jingtang wearing a black official robe, standing in front of the desk, with a calligraphy and painting in front of him to study carefully, and pen and ink next to it.

?

Dongfang Liren raised his eyebrows, a little funny, slowly came to the front, and said jokingly:

"You've just been granted the title of Duke, and you're already learning to be arty? Are you going to have a few more concubines in a few days to support your appearance?"

Ye Jingtang was waiting in the building just now. When he had nothing to do, he studied Benben's collection, hoping to find a more powerful calligraphy student and go back to deceive Teacher Shui'er.

However, Ye Jingtang naturally had a bad idea about this. He moved the chair over, sat down with his hands on Big Benben’s shoulders, and then stood behind him and asked:

"I don't want to overwhelm myself with many skills. I just want to learn them casually so as not to disgrace His Highness. Who wrote this word? It's so beautiful."

Dongfang Liren is indeed stupid in terms of martial arts, but he is a real master of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his calligraphy treasures can be used to reward ministers, unlike someone in the palace who only dares to use them to reward Ye Jingtang.

Seeing Sha Tangtang curiously asking, Dongfang Liren put on the posture of a famous scholar, flicked his sleeve with his left hand, picked up a pen and wrote on the white paper. His writing style was similar to that of calligraphy and painting, and he explained at the same time:

"This is the authentic work of Zhao Songting, the calligraphy sage of the former dynasty. His calligraphy is rigorous and neat, and he is extremely cold. Well... he looks just like you. He is handsome but not evil, stern but not harsh. He is a rare masterpiece in the world. The one in Cheng'an Palace The plaque with the words 'Chang Le Wu Ji' is the handiwork of Zhao Songting. It is a treasure in the heart of the saint and I have to watch it several times every day..."

Ye Jingtang stood behind him, carefully observing Benben's techniques and secretly dissecting each stroke. He actually didn't hear clearly what Benben was saying.

Dongfang Liren took his time and finished copying the words. After talking for a long time, Ye Jingtang didn't respond. He said that Ye Jingtang was just like her practicing martial arts. She was confused and didn't know what to say. She didn't blame her and put down the pen. , picked up the paper and looked at it:

"how do you feel?"

Ye Jingtang knew that Benben's writing must be good. Putting aside the form and rhyme, there was clearly a "soul" between the lines. Benben's personal style could be seen. This achievement was thousands of miles higher than his.

However, in order to amuse the girl, Ye Jingtang did not directly praise him, but raised his hand:

"How about I try?"

Dongfang Liren blinked his eyes, a little funny, and handed the pen to Ye Jingtang:

"Your talent in martial arts is so high that I am ashamed of myself. But when it comes to calligraphy and painting, you have to think about every stroke I make for several years...years..."

Swish, brush, brush...

Ye Jingtang stood behind the chair, leaned slightly, wrote cleanly, and copied the stupid handwriting on the blank space of the paper.

Dongfang Liren originally held his head high, but as he looked at it, he realized something was wrong.

She frowned and looked carefully, then looked back, and even raised her hand to pinch Ye Jingtang's face. She was probably wondering if the handsome young man behind her was Zhao Songting in disguise.

Dongfang Liren had seen many people who wrote like Zhao Songting, but it was the first time she had seen someone who was exactly the same, even the abnormal parts were reproduced perfectly. If Ye Jingtang hadn't been standing behind her, she would have thought he was a printer. Rubbings were made in the workshop.

After Ye Jingtang finished writing a line of words, he stopped and raised his eyebrows:

"How is it? Do you have the charm of Zhao Songting?"

Dongfang Liren's eyes widened, obviously a little confused. After a while, he turned around to look at the handwriting:

"Who did you learn this from?"

"Self taught."

Ye Jingtang turned his pen in a circle and looked slightly satisfied:

"This pen is a gun, and the paper is a person. With my shooting skills, wouldn't it be easy to leave exactly the same mark on the paper?"

"..."

Dongfang Liren blinked and suddenly realized that he still underestimated Ye Jingtang's talent.

Is this okay?

After Dongfang Liren studied it carefully for a moment, he felt that the writing was really good, but there was still something wrong. After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head and said:

"Handwriting is not written like this. If you write it like this, you can only deceive laymen or make fakes. A true expert, not to say that he is a school of his own, at least has his own ideas. How can he copy them all regardless of whether they are right or wrong..."

Ye Jingtang shrugged slightly and said: "I am a ranger, so it is good to write like this. It doesn't matter that His Highness does not reward me, but he still talks about me, alas..."

Dongfang Liren opened his mouth, thinking so, and nodded again:

"I didn't say you were bad, but there is still room for improvement. Well... what reward do you want?"

Ye Jingtang lowered his head and glanced at the fat-headed dragon, then raised his gaze:

"This must depend on His Highness's wishes."

Dongfang Liren naturally noticed the gaze and took a slight breath. The fat-headed dragon became even fatter.

But because of the surprise given to her by Ye Jingtang, she didn't say anything. After looking around, she slightly opened the collar, revealing the silky coat underneath.

Ye Jingtang lowered his head and glanced into the bottomless collar, and wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but Dongfang Liren closed the collar, stood up and brought over some calligraphy and paintings:

"Your hands are so accurate. Just copying others is too much. I will teach you a method. This is the calligraphy and painting of the calligraphers of the past dynasties. I will point out some of the advantages of the famous calligraphers. You only remember the advantages and don't worry about the others. Finally, the muscles and charms of the major famous artists are combined to form a self-contained whole.

"As long as you can do it, even if your writing is still imitating cats and tigers without your own style, you can still overwhelm the great scholars in the Imperial College; even if the calligraphy sages come, they will at most say that you have combined the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and have not yet become a school of your own. There is room for growth, there is no way to say there is anything wrong with what you wrote.”

As the saying goes, different roads lead to the same destination. When Ye Jingtang heard this, he felt that it was the same as practicing martial arts. If we could combine the bones and charms of the major martial arts schools and take the essence and discard the dross, wouldn't the result be a comprehensive understanding and a return to nature? .

No wonder writing is training, calligraphy is swordsmanship...

Ye Jingtang looked more serious. He leaned over and carefully looked at the strokes on Benben's explanation paper.

"As for calligraphy, the most famous ones are Zhao Songting and Wu Zhengyuan, 'Zhao Ruqiang, Wu Sijian', which refers to their calligraphy styles..."

Dongfang Liren was originally worried that Ye Jingtang wouldn't understand, so he explained it in detail.

But after a few words, she understood why so few masters dared to teach the Night Terror Hall.

This exaggerated understanding ability and ability to draw inferences from one example can easily make Master feel that the gap between himself and Ye Jingtang is wider than the gap between him and Monkey.

Dongfang Liren taught her for a while, and was even a little scared. After all, if Ye Jingtang taught her both civil and military skills, she would really become a stupid person with nothing but big breasts.

But after all, no matter how powerful he was, he was still her lover, and Dongfang Liren didn't hide anything. After telling the story for a long time, Ye Jingtang brought tea. After moistening her throat, she took the time to say:

"When the envoys from Beiliang come over, they will definitely find trouble in the chess, calligraphy and painting. Unfortunately, you are the chief official of the imperial court, and you are regarded as an 'elder and famous person' in the Wei Dynasty. You can only be a referee. If you are dismissed personally, it will be considered as bullying the small and it is against the rules." , otherwise it will definitely shock the jaws of those Beiliang barbarians who are proud of their talents..."

Ye Jingtang was a little tired from standing, so he picked up Da Benben and sat down, then let her sit on his lap, frowning and said:

"I'm pretty good at fighting. These little tricks can make girls happy. How dare I use them to show off my humiliation."

Dongfang Liren sat in his arms. Because he was in a good mood, he didn't bother Ye Jingtang. He leaned on his chest and gave Ye Jingtang a sip of tea:

"Don't underestimate yourself. There are not many scholars who can make me feel that they have good understanding. Um... By the way, haven't you read a lot of miscellaneous books? Do you remember that difficult couplet? I haven't heard of it outside. That kind of thing, I may need to use in a few days..."

Ye Jingtang saw that Benben was asking for help from him and was relatively gentle. His hands naturally slipped into the python skirt, gently twisting the red beads, making a frowning look on his face.

"Oh~..."

Dongfang Liren had direct skin-to-skin contact with his fingers, without any fabric between them, and the teacup trembled due to stimulation.

However, she did not stop her, but reminded her in a domineering and cold voice:

"Ye Jingtang, if you can't think of it today, don't blame me for being unkind. Oh~..."

Ye Jingtang hesitated for a long time, until Dabenben's face turned red and he wanted to run away, then he said:

"Remember one, um... the pine nuts fall with the chess pieces every time in Panasonic Go, okay?"

Dongfang Liren's eyes lit up, and he felt that this couplet could embarrass the most talented woman in Yanjing, so he nodded and said:

"That's right, where's the second line?"

Ye Jingtang frowned slightly and looked like he was thinking hard.

?

Dongfang Liren couldn't help being stunned when he saw this. The talented girl from Beiliang couldn't forgive her, and she couldn't forgive her either. It wouldn't be a tie. What's the use of showing it?

Seeing Ye Jingtang meditating hard, Dongfang Liren was worried, but he didn't dare to rush him. When he found Ye Jingtang aiming at the fat-headed dragon, he understood what he meant - this pervert wanted a reward.

Dongfang Liren gritted his teeth secretly, and finally felt that it was important to be ready for battle. He turned around and sat face to face on his lap, keeping his head high and his chest high. His eyes were fierce, but he remained silent, silently imitating the heroic girl and crying. With his own movement, he held it up to Ye Jingtang's face.

!

Seeing that Benben was so sensible, Ye Jingtang took advantage of Po Shangli's old habit and leaned on the chair and said:

"The heroic lady bursts into tears, that doesn't seem to be what it was written about."

"..."

Dongfang Liren naturally knew that the heroic girl had no clothes on her eyes and her eyes were slightly cold:

"You have to push your limits, right? If you can't think of the second line today, do you believe that I will chop you up?"

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang had no choice but to give up and motioned to continue.

Dongfang Liren bit his lower lip, stepped forward slightly, and hugged Ye Jingtang's head.

Since they were about the same height, this move was very smooth, burying Ye Jingtang's face tightly.

"Woo..."

Ye Jingtang felt like his fate was being squeezed by the throat, and he couldn't breathe at all, but he was enjoying it.

After burying it for a long time, he slid it up his neck and whispered in his ear.

Dongfang Liren blushed, but after hearing the answer, he nodded with satisfaction and asked:

"any left?"

"Well...this..."

"You pervert, are you done yet?"

"I really can't remember. I'm not a scholar..."

"you……"

Dongfang Liren was helpless. After holding it in for a long time, he could only coax his relatives and hook up with the villain in front of him by any means...

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