No longer concerned about Chagan's fate, Bo Yizhi walked out of the chapel silently.

When Zhao Chonghuan saw him going out, he hesitated and followed him.

Outside the Zhenjiao Temple, the moon shines like water, and the streets not far away are brightly lit and full of people.

God is particularly kind on the day of the Xianghui, with spring light and clear nights. The night in Lin'an City is just like a picture of deep spring in the city, with the east wind blowing, thousands of spring lanterns, rich things and treasures, and huge crowds of people.

Zhao Chonghuan looked at Boyi's handsome silhouette in the dim light under the eaves and couldn't help but think of the scene last night——

Yesterday, Uncle Wen took her away from the Qiantang County Office in a grand manner, briefly explained some matters and plans, and then led the followers of the high-profile official of the Punishment Department back to the Punishment Department.

After leaving the office in the evening, the scene where she was saying goodbye to everyone accidentally turned into a farewell party with meat and wine.

Although she is a vegetarian, she does not avoid alcohol.

So a group of people happily found a restaurant, ordered good wine and food, and started a horse-racing battle. They were eating, drinking, and beating horses at the same time. She only waited for a group of people to be drunk by her and gamble until they were completely naked.

At that time, I once again discovered that the horse-beating Zhao was actually possessed by the "Eight Immortals in Drinking". With the wine glass in his hand, he was even more strategizing and happy with the chess game.

Zhao Chonghuan finally escaped from a group of confused fellow officers, and sent Wei Huai home, who was drinking to drown her sorrows, before she returned to the Zhao's courtyard.

Unexpectedly, not long after returning to the Liluo courtyard, someone knocked on the door, and then Xi Cun walked out for a moment before knocking on the door again with the black jade wolf.

When Zhao Chonghuan came out, he saw two people in the courtyard. One was tall and tall, with his hands facing the moonlight, and the other was holding a beautiful box high in his hand and accompanying him.

"Why did Mr. Yi come to this small courtyard again?" She said calmly, standing under the eaves with her hands folded.

This person has been unwilling to tell the truth about how he was hunted down and framed, and she really has no shame in begging him to tell him clearly.

Regardless, she could figure out a way to find out the details of this person even if he didn't tell her. Now that she has joined the Ministry of Justice, one of her main tasks with Uncle Wen is to track down this group of Tartars. She has a long time to come, and she has nothing else to do but like to make trouble in her spare time.

When Bo Yizhi heard her voice, he immediately turned around and looked at her.

Zhao Chonghuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the person in front of him, and immediately understood that he had also worn a human skin mask.

However, the magnanimity and style displayed by this man at this moment are obviously beyond the control of the ordinary face during the day. Under the spring lantern and eyebrows, his face is clear and handsome, with deep eyes and thin lips, and a profound but elegant outline.

Looking at her, she is as silent as a clear spring, like a flying dragon walking on the snow, calm and calm, he is indeed a handsome and extraordinary man.

She also understood that the flash in her eyes during the day was not a dazzle on her part.

This person must not be an ordinary person in Mongolia - he should belong to the same upper-class nobility as the nameless person of the black jade eagle. As for what kind of aristocratic title or rank the black jade ring represents, she has not figured it out yet.

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Bo Yizhi clasped his hands to her with a very sincere expression: "Please forgive me for what happened during the day, because Yi is indeed hiding something!"

Zhao Chonghuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "That's your freedom too!"

Bo Yizhi suddenly smiled: "Being honest is the first priority for my visit tonight. My real surname is Bo, and Yizhi is my first name, so it doesn't count as lying to the poor man! The word "Yizhi" is just for convenience when going out.

Let’s call it a name! As for Bai Ri’s mask, it’s purely to test the people who are chasing us!”

Zhao Chonghuan was startled when he saw that he seemed to be a different person. He raised his hands and bowed his head and said, "My lord, Zhao Chonghuan, I'm glad to meet you!"

"This is a small profit to thank your brother for saving my sworn brother Lian Er!" Boyi Zhi motioned to Lazar and send the gift over, and said to Zhao Chonghuan, "Please accept it!"

Xi Cun, who was silently invisible at the side, raised his eyebrows slightly. He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Zhonghuan. When he saw that she didn't refuse, he went over and continued. He felt a little funny in his heart that he had a great reputation of saving lives and healing the wounded!

"Mr. Yi won't come here just to thank my brother today, right?" Zhao Chonghuan asked

Bo Yizhi pondered for a moment and said: "To tell you the truth, Yi does have something that he would like to ask Mr. Chai for help with!"

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Historical trivia: The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking - is a poem by Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. It interestingly tells the story of eight famous cultural celebrities who loved drinking in the society at that time, such as the famous poets Li Bai, He Zhizhang, and the Saint of Kuangcao.
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