"Young Master wants us to help, just say what you want. As long as your subordinates can do it, they will go." Mu Ling's eyes slipped through her eyes when she heard what Jiang Huan said.

It can be seen that Mu Ling has a good relationship with those secret guards. What Jiang Huan wants is a good relationship.

Jiang Huan tapped the table with a black chess piece. He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Ling, saying, "I want you to lure them out and convince them to join us."

"Join us?" Mu Ling was stunned when she heard this and said, "My brothers are very loyal to Taifu An. I am very gentle, I am afraid..."

"I'm afraid I can't convince him?" Jiang Huan raised an eyebrow at Mu Ling, "As long as it's a human, there will be weaknesses. Didn't you say that they are often bullied by the calligrapher? As long as you move with emotion and reason with reason, they will agree to you."

Jiang Huan is right, everyone has weaknesses.

Those secret guards were trained to have no feelings since childhood. It is logical that they could not have weaknesses, but in fact they are not. After all, the new leader Mu Ling said was a violent person. He either beat or scolded those secret guards, and his mightyness was better than the master An Taifu. Therefore, it would be appropriate to start with Zijie.

Seeing Jiang Huan like this, Mu Ling had to respond slowly.

Jiang Huan took out the tokens collected from the Canyang and the others: "Give you the token, is it okay to go alone?"

"No problem." Mu Ling said.

Jiang Huanmin lipped and said, "It's already very late today. You can go back and rest first and go tomorrow morning."

Now that the palace gate has been closed, it is impossible to go out. I can only rest here for one day and go tomorrow morning.

"Yes." Mu Ling said that and stepped back.

After Mu Ling left, only Zi Yu and Jiang Huan were left in the room. He glanced at Zi Yu and said lightly: "You should step down too."

"Yes." Zi Yu bowed and then stepped back.

When Jiang Huan saw the two of them leaving, he walked to the mirror.

He sat next to the mirror, reached out and took off the mask from his face.

The person in the mirror has a smooth and fair face, a angular and cold face, a high nose bridge, and a scarlet lips like a rose. From what angle, they are all a first-class beauty. But the premise of this sentence is to ignore the light red eyes.

He reached out and stroked his eyes, and said to himself, "Why has it turned red again."

He remembered that before he came to Vietnam, his eyes were light red.

But now, it has become like this. Is it said that something is going to happen?

At this moment, Jiuzhou Inn.

Baili Ao sat on the stool, looking at the scene in the mirror with a playful look on his face. He slapped his lips and said, "Do you think this white tiger will wake up soon?"

"Maybe." Shen Yan nodded seriously.

Baili Aoqingmin sipped the tea in the cup, and his fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, making people unable to guess what he thought.

Among these unpredictable people, his right guardian Shen Yan was naturally included.

But soon, he knew what he was thinking. Because Baili Ao said his thoughts, and only heard him say:

"The red eyes appear, and a strange intention arises. The murderous intention appears. The world is robbed, Jiang Huan, Jiang Huan, don't let me down."

Wutong Residence.

Jiang Huan just looked at herself in the mirror for a while, then put the mask back on his face, turned around and went back to rest.

Because of those bloody eyes, Jiang Huan did not slept until dawn like a yearning. He would fall from the collapse at midnight and read the book all night.

So when the next day, Zi Yu came to Jiang Huan to report, he saw without any doubt the scene of his son falling asleep on the desk.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said to himself, "Young Master, are you staying up late?" After Zi Yu said that, he quietly walked to the collapse and prepared to find a piece of clothing to cover him.

But before it was covered, Jiang Huan woke up.

Jiang Huan glanced at Zi Yu who was standing aside with her clothes awkwardly, and laughed out loud. "Are you planning to stand there for my clothes for a day?"

After hearing this, Zi Yu shook his head in a conditioned reflex: "No."

"Then don't take it?" Jiang Huan said.

"Okay." Ziyu said that, put his clothes on Jiang Huan.

"Thank you." Jiang Huan leaned against him and whispered: "Thank you."

After hearing this, Zi Yu shook his head, then acted as if he was taken for granted, "This is what my subordinates should do, there is no need for the young master to thank me."

"Well." Jiang Huan knew Ziyu's temper naturally, so he didn't say much, but quickly changed the topic: "Has Mu Ling left the palace?"

When Zi Yu heard what Jiang Huan said, he nodded and said, "Get out."

"I understand." After Jiang Huan said that, he stood up from the chair, patted Ziyu on the shoulder and said:

"Clean up, and then call Canyang to go to see the martial arts together."

Zi Yu was slightly stunned after hearing this. When he realized what Jiang Huan said, a hint of joy flashed across his face, "Yes."

Zi Yu was a martial artist and couldn't be very interested in those literary poems and songs. Last time he accompanied Jiang Huan to read that literary song, he couldn't even open his eyes. If Jiang Huan hadn't been there, he would have thought he would sleep on the ground in front of other ministers.

Jiang Huan looked at Zi Yu's hurrying away and couldn't help but shake his head.

"I don't know when this irritable temperament will change."

Although he was complaining, Jiang Huan did say it with a smile. Nowadays, there are very few temperaments like Ziyu. If he really changed him, he wouldn't be used to it.

Just as Jiang Huan was feeling emotion, Ziyu brought the two of Canyang and walked in in a blizzard.

"Young Master, the man is here."

After Zi Yu said that, both of them invited An like Jiang Huan.

"Yes." Jiang Huan nodded, looked at Canyang and the others, and said:

"Let's go."

The martial arts are different from the literary arts. One of them is held in the hall and the other is held in the martial arts performance venue.

Jiang Huan, a civil servant, could not go to the martial arts venue. But Ling Chen was afraid that he would be depressed in Wutong, so he allowed Jiang Huan to walk around in the palace. Therefore, he naturally knew where the martial arts venue was. In just a short while, he found it.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Huan came too early, there were not many people in the martial arts field, and only a few soldiers dressed up in the one-on-one exercises.

Zi Yu was itchy by these martial arts soldiers. He wanted to go up and compete with them with conditioned reflexes, but he did not dare to act without permission due to Jiang Huan's face.

So he touched Canyang's elbow and whispered: "Changyang."

"Is there something wrong?" Canyang asked with confusion when he saw Ziyu like this.

"I...I want to go up and have a chance to compete with them." Ziyu said.

"Then go, I didn't stop you." After hearing this, Canyang answered indifferently.

"But...I don't know how to tell the young master."

(End of this chapter)
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