Destiny-changing Rain - C99

Plains Villa had a lot of guests today. Other than some of the officials and officials in the area, there were of course some of the strong warriors in the martial arts world. Some of the strong warriors had already been recruited by Plains Villa.

At this time, Pu Mingjie rushed into the living room. The folding fan in his hand was constantly tapping the palm of his other hand, showing a very panicked expression. Seeing the entire hall filled with guests, he bowed and greeted everyone with a forced smile. Seeing his son so flustered, Pu Yishan immediately interrupted the conversation between him and the guests. Pu Mingjie walked up to his son and whispered something into his ear. Pu Yishan beamed a smile at the guests and said, “My apologies. I will be leaving you for a moment. Please enjoy your tea.” He immediately turned around and followed Pu Mingjie into the room.

“What is it that makes you so flustered?” Pu Yishan hastily asked as soon as he closed the door. He knew that something must have happened to his son’s expression.

“Wang Tong is dead.” Pu Mingjie said with a bit of apprehension. The folding fan in his hand continued to slap against his palm.

“Wang Tong is dead?” Pu Yishan obviously couldn’t believe that such an influential official of the imperial government had died just like that. Immediately, he asked, “How did he die?” His face showed panic because he knew that Wang Tong had entrusted him with a lot of things and he couldn’t afford to lose him.

“A sword pierced through my chest.” Pu Mingjie answered, “But the way his other four bodyguards died is different from the way he died. Two of them had their throats slashed, one was killed by a kick to the heart, and the other was killed by a sword. Clearly, there was more than one person who tried to assassinate Wang Tong this time. ”

Then, Pu Mingjie muttered to himself: “Who has such a deep grudge against him?”

“What’s wrong?” Pu Yishan looked at Pu Mingjie and asked.

“The weapon that cuts across the throat is not a sword.” Pu Mingjie raised the folding fan in his hand, “It’s a folding fan.”

Pu Yishan was surprised to hear Pu Mingjie’s words. “Fan?” The weapon was a fan. It’s the Iron Fan Liu Si Niang? ”

“No, the reason why it was said that it was a cut on the throat is because it is similar to the wound left by Liu Si Niang when she killed people.” Pu Mingjie confidently said, “I have seen Liu Si Niang’s iron fan before. It is far from enough to be able to take a life. This man played with his fan so fast that it cut his throat perfectly. ”

“Who could it be?” Pu Yishan was lost in thought. He was well aware of the weapons that were wielded in the hands of the experts in the martial arts world. So, he decided to bite the gold along the way.

“We are very clear about the experts in the martial arts world. Where did this fan-wielding man come from?” Pu Mingjie muttered to himself. He had been roaming the Jianghu for so many years, this Cheng Ya Jin had also left him at a loss.

Pu Yishan slowly turned around and said to Pu Mingjie: “Wang Tong is already dead. It would be difficult for him to send people to find Yuchi Jin’s tent. We have to think of another way.” Pu Yishan was startled for a moment. “You must find out who this person is. If we can use this ability, we must rein him in. If not, we must at least prevent an accident.”

“I’ll go investigate.” With that, Pu Mingjie turned and left. Pu Yishan straightened his expression and went to the living room.

Changan Street said Ma Long when he got on the car. The sound of hawking sounded through the streets and alleys. The teahouse was filled with customers. Today, Yan Wenqing shelved the chance to sell silk on the street. He leisurely sat in his teahouse, drinking hot tea and looking at the people who were shuttling back and forth on the street. It had been a long time since he had been so relaxed, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Chen Zhengnan went to visit his former friend Yuchi Xiang, while Chen Feiyan arranged to have tea with Yan Wenqing at the teahouse. Yan Wenqing, who had nothing better to do today, arrived early and sat there waiting for Chen Feiyan’s arrival.

As he played, he thought of Xiao Lan, who was still in the Huang Mountain. After being separated for so long, he didn’t know if she was safe or not, and during these few days when he was leaving, he really wanted to see her. Her smile would sometimes appear in front of his eyes, but he couldn’t go back now.

The bright and beautiful sunlight illuminated the entirety of Chang’an Street, shining on the teahouse.

“I will return the favor with contempt.” Zheng Min hastily followed behind Ni Fei, who continued upstairs.

“What do you mean by looking down on him with your sharp teeth?” Ni Fei turned around and asked.

“It’s you who despises me, so I’ll bite you hard. This is called showing contempt in return for my sharp teeth.” Looking at her angry face, it was clear that she had been bullied by Ni Fei.

“If you don’t make trouble for no reason, then you despise me.” Under the guidance of the waiter, Ni Fei walked towards an empty table.

“I can’t beat you.” Zheng Min said angrily from behind.

“Can you bite me?” Ni Fei sat down at the table and heavily placed his sword on it.

Zheng Min also put her sword on the table. “Let’s give it a try.”

The waiter served tea. Ni Fei turned over a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Zheng Min. Zheng Min pouted and said, “Don’t think I won’t be angry just because you poured me a cup of tea. I’m still fuming.” Ni Fei ignored her and poured himself a cup of tea. Just as he was about to place the cup near his mouth to drink, his gaze stopped behind Zheng Min. He immediately stood up with the cup in his hand and walked towards the opposite direction and sat down at Yan Wenqing’s table.

“Young master, you are in such a good mood.” Ni Fei said to Yan Wenqing, who was playing with his folding fan.

Yan Wenqing looked at the young man sitting at his table, but did not immediately speak.

Ni Fei continued with a smile, “You seem to be very skilled with folding fans.”

“Looks like Young Master is interested in folding fans?” Yan Wenqing also said with a smile. This straightforward young man had made him not bored due to his lonely heart.

“I’m interested in people who are very good at folding fans.” Ni Fei drank a mouthful of tea as he stared at the fan in Yan Wenqing’s hand.

“Like me?” Yan Wenqing said without the slightest modesty.

“Young Master is indeed a man of character.” Ni Fei smiled and said, “May I ask what your name is?”

“I don’t dare to say so, but his surname is Yan and his name is Flying.” The young master in front of him was a straightforward person, and his eyes were looking at the fan in his hands from time to time, he didn’t know the purpose of this person’s visit.

Ni Fei put down the cup in his hand, “Haha, what a coincidence. I also want to call myself ‘Flying’. I think it’s fate that we met in this teahouse. ”

“What fate.” Zheng Min walked in from behind with two swords in her arms and sat down at the same table. “Young Master, please don’t listen to his nonsense.”