Bai Yulou smiled calmly: "I know where they are."

"Where are they?"

Bai Yulou reminded: "This is the reward."

Zhang Chuyao calmed down, thought for a moment and then asked: "What do you want?"

"As I said before, Master Zhang just wants to write me a poem about the flute."

"One piece?" Zhang Chuyao shook his head, "I am a layman..."

Bai Yulou didn't listen to his explanation at all and interrupted directly: "Does Master Zhang really not want to know where his apprentice is?"

Zhang Chuyao's breath was stagnant, "One song is too difficult, can one sentence work?"

"Master Zhang knows that the longer the time drags on, the more your apprentice will..." Bai Yulou stopped talking, but the meaning was already self-evident.

"Are they in danger?"

Bai Yulou kept silent.

"Okay! Just one!" Zhang Chuyao worked hard and quickly searched for ancient poems about the flute in his mind. In his previous life, he was also a college student. Although he was not good at it, he still memorized a few ancient poems.

Zhang Chuyao started to think about it, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a few words.

However, this scene fell into the eyes of Bai Yulou, who thought that Zhang Chuyao was thinking seriously.

"Okay, got it!"

Hearing this, Bai Yulou's eyes lit up.

Zhang Chuyao hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and said the first sentence:

"The sound of someone's jade flute is flying silently, spreading into the autumn wind all over the Dragon City."

It was already autumn in Old Dragon City at this time, and the autumn wind was blowing at night. The jade flute was the jade flute of Bai Yulou, and the sound of the flute was the sound of the flute he played. Just this sentence combined the event, place, and time.

They all clicked.

Bai Yulou lowered his head secretly. This poem was neither bad nor good, it was at a normal level.

Zhang Chuyao then said the second sentence: "Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't forget the love of hometown?"

After hearing this line of poetry, Bai Yulou suddenly froze and stayed there for a long time, muttering in his mouth: "I heard the willows breaking in this nocturne, who can't afford the love of my hometown... Good! Good! Good!"

After calling out the word "good" three times in a row, Bai Yulou looked at Zhang Chuyao and asked, "I wonder what kind of tune this 'Folding Willow' is?"

Zhang Chuyao said: "It is a song from my hometown that expresses the sadness of separation."

"That's it." Bai Yulou was silent for a long time, and then said: "The first two sentences are about the sound of the flute, and the last sentence directly points out the feeling of homesickness."

"The water comes to an abrupt end, so the lingering sound lingers in the readers' hearts for a long time, making them endlessly memorable."

"What a poem, what a poem!"

Zhang Chuyao curled up his lips, is he wet now?

What does he want to hear from this person? This is a poem written by layman Qinglian in his previous life, can it be bad?

"Since it's wet, no, since it's fine, tell me where Du Xiaotao and Zhong Xiu are now?"

Bai Yulou did not answer him, but asked: "Did you hear the feeling of homesickness and separation from my music?"

How could Zhang Chuyao understand the music, but naturally he would not say directly, "Isn't it?"

Bai Yulou suddenly smiled, smiling from the bottom of his heart. Under the moonlight, Bai Yulou was dressed in white clothes and smiling, as if he were a fairy descending from the earth, which made Zhang Chuyao lose his mind for a while.

Is there such a beautiful man in the world?!

Zhang Chuyao sighed in his heart, it was a pity that he was a man, it would be great if he was a woman.

Bai Yulou seemed to have seen through Zhang Chuyao's thoughts, and gradually put away his smile, saying: "Since Zhang Guanzhu's poem has also been written, then I will not break my promise, and I will certainly pay you."

Zhang Chuyao was already impatient, "Stop beating around the bush and tell me where they are."

Bai Yulou said: "I saw with my own eyes the people from Prince Mu's Mansion picked them up today."

Zhang Chuyao: "???"

What the hell...

Zhang Chuyao quickly suppressed his anger and said, "Okay!"

He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and stopped paying attention to the sinister man who looked like a woman in front of him. He turned around and left without staying any longer.

"Master Zhang is leaving now?" Bai Yulou watched Zhang Chuyao angrily throw away his sleeves with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhang Chuyao suddenly stopped, feeling that he couldn't just let it go.

The more you think about it, the angrier it becomes. The more you think about it, the more you take a step back.

He turned and looked back at Bai Yulou with a smile, "Mr. Bai is smiling very happily."

Bai Yulou nodded slightly, "That's natural. If you can outdo Hall Master Zhang, you will naturally be happy."

"Then Mr. Bai thinks he is very smart?"

"That's natural."

"Oh, what a pity." Zhang Chuyao suddenly sighed.

Bai Yulou didn't know why, "What's the pity?"

"You don't understand my feelings."

Bai Yulou was startled: "What do you think?"

Zhang Chuyao said: "I hope that my child will be foolish and carefree, and that he will be able to come to the palace without any trouble."

The expression on Bai Yulou's face froze slightly.

"I see that Mr. Bai is also a person who loves poetry. Please learn more about this aphorism I said." After saying this, Zhang Chuyao turned and left.

His figure flashed, his perfect footwork was as fast as a ghost, and he disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye, leaving only a word that was dissipated in the autumn wind.

"Oh, by the way, this poem is called "Poetry of Xi'er"."

Not long after Zhang Chuyao left, several men in black clothes suddenly appeared next to Bai Yulou and knelt in front of him.

"Master, Zhang Chuyao dares to insult you, should you give him to..."

"No need." Bai Yulou said, "You guys can go down."

"Yes, I obey."

Bai Yulou's face was slightly cold, and he looked coldly at the lake outside the pavilion. The night was very dark, but the moon reflected on the water was sparkling, "Xi'er's poem? Haha, interesting..."

After Zhang Chuyao left Muting, he ran directly towards Prince Mu's Mansion. When he arrived at Prince Mu's Mansion, Xu Sanpang, who happened to go to the City Lord's Mansion to report the news, also came back.

"Master, I told the city lord everything."

"What did the city lord say?"

"The city lord said that since the master wants to fake death and escape, the city lord's palace will definitely support it. However, we can't go to the Tianxia Martial Arts Hall for the time being. We have to find a place to hide it so that no one will find it."

"What's the best place for us to hide?"

Xu Sanpang thought for a moment, and then said: "Master, I think it is best to leave the city."

Zhang Chuyao shook his head and said: "No, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Going out of the city may not mean you will be as safe as being in the city."

"Master." At this time, Liu Que suddenly spoke, "There is a secret room in Prince Mu's palace. Master, you can take your senior brothers, sisters and junior brothers to hide in the secret room for a while."

Zhang Chuyao thought for a while, "I don't have to, let them hide."

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Chuyao smiled mysteriously, "Starting from tomorrow, after the news of Yu Xiaotian's death spreads, the gangster forces in Old Dragon City will no longer be able to sit still."

"At that time, it was also a good time for me to fish in troubled waters!"

Also, with Master's skill in disguise, it is of course easy to stir things up in chaos.
Chapter completed!