Chongde County.

It was already late at night, and footsteps were heard in the dark alley.

The big tree in the yard was whistling by the night wind. The woman hugged her clothes, got up and covered the window, and listened to her ears, "Dong...Dong!Dong!"

After a slow sound of two pieces of clappers, a familiar and long tone sounded, "At the third update of the afternoon, there is nothing to do."

After thinking about it, the woman put on a piece of clothing, held the candlestick out of the door, walked along the winding corridor to the corner, and saw that the candlelight in the room had gone out, so she felt relieved.

Turning around and slowly returning to the room, a gust of wind blew, and the flames on the candlestick on the woman's hand flickered, making her face look cloudy and sunny.

The 33rd year of Jiajing was unusual for her. The unusual place was not just that the old man who was over 60 years old was slaughtered all over the house, nor was it just that he moved from a small household in the alley to the huge house now.

Behind the pavilion not far away, a pair of eyes stared at the woman. Although she saw the sadness on her face, she also saw the ease, excitement, a hint of confusion and confusion about the future through the beating flames.

The woman walked for a short while, and even lingered back and forth at the door of the house until a gust of night wind blew out the candlelight, she sighed and crossed the threshold.

The woman was about to take off her clothes and go to bed to rest. When she was about to close the door, she suddenly turned around and her body stiffened and she slowly turned to look.

With a slight "creaking" sound, the window that was previously covered was opened again.

A figure sat in front of the window by the desk, and the bright moonlight projected on his side face. It was a face that impressed women and often woke up from night dreams.

Qian Yuan turned around, behaved politely and said gentlely: "Miss Wang, it's been a long time since I left."

Wang Cuiqiao's body suddenly shrank back and hit the locked door behind the door. There was no trace of blood on her fair face. She was not a fool, and her memory was not as good as a goldfish. Of course, I remember that she had not closed the door before.

Seeing that the woman did not try to turn around and pull the door, nor did she shout, but instead sat slowly on the round stool with trembling body, Qian Yuan nodded in satisfaction to appreciate.

"This house can rank among the top ten in Chongde County. It is said that it was built before by a member of the Ministry of Personnel after retiring. Although it is not as good as the Xiang family, it is also extraordinary." Qian Yuan said gently, "It seems that Miss Wang already knows it."

Wang Cuiqiao's trembling voice was slightly higher, "What do you know?"

"Miss Wang, don't worry, the two people across the street from the house are already dreaming." Qian Yuan smiled and said, "Of course, although no one disturbs you, it's better not to disturb others' dreams. Look, you don't even lit candles."

Seeing the charming woman in front of her slightly lowered her head and her thin teeth bit her lower lip, Qian Yuan couldn't help but sigh, "It's such a beauty in the world, and it's not that Xu Hai is still thinking about it."

"There is no living thing in the whole family, and even the black dog guarding the door was cut to the point of blood."

"Moving from the fireworks alley to this valuable house, the gates are tight and no one is disturbed."

"It's like a piece of jade carved into a jade pendant. Congratulations, the girl is hiding in a golden house."

"Don't the girl know who he is?" Qian Yuan shook his head, "I don't believe it."

It seems that because he didn't make a breakthrough this time, it seems that because there were no men holding knives and guns this time, Wang Cuiqiao was a little bolder... Although there was no essential difference between the fact and the last time, it was even more shocking.

"He...he's here once, but really doesn't know... who he is?"

"He is the young man you saved last year." Qian Yuan was a little surprised. Xu Hai did not tell the truth. Yes, although he was a low-ranking woman, he might not be willing to go into exile at the sea.

"Is it... who is he?" Wang Cuiqiao boldly looked up at Qian Yuan, "I know you... you are the Huating scholar who guards the city."

A few months ago, in Chongde's battle, although Qian Yuan did not appear in public every day like Lu Bin and Li Liangqin, the residents in the city were very familiar with him. After the war, many families in the city set up tablets for Qian Yuan to pray for blessings.

Qian Yuan did not avoid Wang Cuiqiao's tentative and confused vision.

A man and a woman looked at each other in the dim room for a long time, without any ambiguous atmosphere, but a little strange.

Qian Yuan was repeatedly examining his plans. Whether it was the history read from historical materials in his previous life or the information collected from this life, the woman in front of him was very useful.

At this time, Wang Cuiqiao suddenly woke up, stood up suddenly, leaned forward with a half-step on his toes, and carefully suppressed the business, "He is a Japanese pirate!?"

Qian Yuan's eyes were a little surprised. Although he was a prostitute, he was not an ordinary person. Although it was easy to make such a judgment logically, women in this era rarely had such logical thinking ability.

Qian Yuan's reputation has soared in the past two years. At first, it was because of the storm that caused in Hangzhou, but it was Jiading who established his status and Chongde's two great victories. The person he could value so much... Of course, the possibility of Japanese pirates is the greatest.

In addition to some other alternative women like Wang, there are only two kinds of knowledgeable women. One is from a family of officials, who have been studying since childhood, has been influenced by others, and has extensive knowledge. The other is fireworks women, who have broad communication, quick minds, and good at observing words and expressions.

After pondering for a moment, Qian Yuan smiled, "Maybe, I don't know much."

Wang Cuiqiao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and sat back on the round stool, but the next moment, she tightened her body nervously again.

"Before visiting the girl, I went to see the girl's sister first."

"you……"

"Don't worry, girl, she doesn't know." Qian Yuan's attitude was still so gentle, but the biting coldness penetrated into Wang Cuiqiao's bones.

"There are several packages in the house, some of which are intimate clothes, some jewelry, and a bag of broken silver." Qian Yuan smiled, "It's not that Ling Mei is going to go out for a long trip alone, right?"

Seeing Wang Cuiqiao lowering his head again, Qian Yuan sighed and said, "It's good that it's not too late, it's not too late..."

Wang Cuiqiao felt very strange. Although she had enough confidence in her appearance, she never believed that the other party had a good intention.

Not to mention that the other party is a young talented man named Nanzhili, not to mention that the other party comes from a family like the Qian family in Huating, not to say that the other party is the head of the mansion's case.

Although the other party is polite and gentle, Wang Cuiqiao knew that the other party's unfathomable and cold eyes were just seeing the other party's unfathomable and cold eyes, and Wang Cuiqiao knew that the other party's mind was definitely not on him.

There was no greed as hot as before in the eyes, only a hint of condescending indifference. Wang Cuiqiao twisted her waist slightly... This was her habit.

"Girl, don't worry, Qian is here to get a friendship this time, to be precise, to be fond of personal favors." Qian Yuan slowly took out a piece of paper from his arms, "After all, Qian spoke last year, so he saved your sister from kneeling, right?"

"Look at it." Qian Yuan handed over the paper.

Wang Cuiqiao looked at him hesitantly, and couldn't help but look moved.

"If life was just like the first meeting, what if the autumn wind was sad to paint a fan?"

"The hearts of old friends change easily, but the hearts of old friends change easily!"

"After the words of Mount Li, I will never complain about the tears and rain of the bells."

"How can you be as happy as a man in a brocade and wish to join the branches on the same day!"

"Good words, good words, who filled in the Magnolia Flower Order?" Wang Cuiqiao asked repeatedly.

"Remember it?" Qian Yuan avoided answering, took back the paper and took back the sleeves. He looked up but saw Wang Cuiqiao's hot eyes...

Well, Nalan Rongruo is worthy of being called the first poet of the Qing Dynasty. In addition, this poem is in a woman's tone, and the poem is sad and graceful, and lingering. It is really a killer weapon!

"Mr. Qian only knows how to write some sour and smelly essays, but he doesn't have such talent." Qian Yuan first cleared up the relationship before continuing: "If someone reads this poem in the future, I hope the girl can give Mr. Qian some thin face."

Wang Cuiqiao immediately calmed down, and the body that was leaning forward suddenly retracted. After a while, he asked in a low voice: "What do you... do you want me to be a spy?"

"Of course not." Qian Yuan smiled and said, "I just hope that the girl will cooperate with you at that time."

The house became quiet and could only hear the whistling wind coming from outside the window.

Qian Yuan looked at the woman in front of him quietly. She lowered her head and held her clothes nervously with her hands. She could hear the rapid gasp.

"Dong...Dong!Dong!Dong"

I heard the sound of a long and short chubby clappers from afar, and then the long horn of the updater came, "The fourth time of the ugly time is up, the cold weather is cold..."

Qian Yuan sighed and said slowly: "Miss and sisters are born in Linzi, Shandong, Ma Xiu's mother, why are her surname Wang now?"

Wang Cuiqiao jumped up suddenly, her eyes wide open, and she was surprised and suspicious.

Qian Yuan turned his head and looked at the bright moon outside the window, "Twenty years ago, there was a scholar named Wang in Danyang County, Zhenjiang Prefecture. He had two wives and concubines, and had three sons and two daughters. He was full and enviable."

"It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. The eight-year-old eldest daughter and the three-year-old young girl were photographed and kidnapped. From then on, there was no news."

"At the age of eight, I guess I can remember it."

"When Wang Xiucai lost two daughters, he was heartbroken. He was so angry that he had lost his heart to become an official, but he had no ability to take care of ordinary affairs. After more than ten years, his family was in a poor state."

"It was not until four years ago that the Wang family suddenly became prosperous. That year, there were two missing interpreters and poems on the Qinhuai River."

"Stop talking!" A low and sharp roar rang behind him.

Qian Yuan did not turn around, and then paused and continued: "The Wang family's grandson is a famous young talented man in Danyang County. He was just thirteen years old and even passed the county trial and was engaged to the young girl of Danyang County Magistrate."

"You...what do you want..."
Chapter completed!