.At the third time, a black shadow jumped from the singing boat. After identifying the direction, he quickly walked south along the shadow of the willow trees on the bank of Qingxi.

In a room in the Songfang, a woman who was staring at the moon opened her mouth wide in surprise, but she did not shout, but showed a cunning smile on her face and said to herself: "It turns out that I did this. No wonder I am generous. It's a pity that this person is talented, but doing this job is very exciting."

It was mid-month, and the bright moonlight brought great obstacles to Han Mu's actions. Han Mu did not dare to walk under the moonlight, so he had to run carefully in the quiet corners of the house, not night patrol soldiers who were avoiding the road.

Although the curfew in Health City was lifted, Xi Chao was a meticulous person and naturally refused to relax his vigilance, so there were many night patrol soldiers on the street.

Han Mu gently crossed a flower wall, turned over the roof, wiped the slight sweat from his forehead, stopped in the shadow and carefully identified the direction. The ridges ahead were lined up one after another, and under the moonlight, it was like layers of waves. A big river meandered north through these houses. The breeze at the spring night brought out the ripples of the river, shining with sparkling white light.

Han Mu quietly stepped down the roof and ran along the alley toward a large area of ​​tall houses flowing through the river.

Wuyi Lane was quiet, with mouths wide open at the entrance, and there was no sound inside. When looking at the quiet place, Han Mu felt that there were dangers everywhere. With Xi Chao and Wang Xun's cleverness, the guards must be elite soldiers and martial arts masters. Perhaps it can be said that one of the purposes of Huan Wen imprisoning Wang and Xie was to set up a net to catch fish. It would be okay if you could not catch anyway. Anyway, the ultimate goal was to put down the two people.

Han Mu stood in the shadow from a distance and thought about his plan to enter the mansion. Suddenly his eyes were attracted by a small building protruding from a dark corner in the distance.

From the location, there was originally Xie Daoyun's boudoir, with a large garden behind it, and further out was a tall wall. At that time, dozens of servants guarded the backyard.

However, the wall was tall and covered with thorns. Not far from the outside of the wall was a military camp of the imperial guards, which was originally intended to be convenient for the hosts of the nobles in Wuyi Lane.

Han Mu's eyebrows moved. Perhaps the most dangerous place was the safest. Let's take a look no matter how you go. Thinking of this, Han Mu shook into another road, ran for a stick of incense and saw the brightly lit military camp from afar.

This military camp was originally affiliated with Zhang Xuan's Right Guard, and was the base of two of the battalions of 3,000 soldiers. However, it has long been under the hands of Huan Wen and has become a soldier base for house arrest Xie An and others.

It was quiet outside, but the barracks were extremely noisy. Thousands of soldiers were on duty and guarded at night. When they were bored, they drank and gambled and made a noise.

The officers also knew that the night was boring. Anyway, these people would be dispatched only if they were alarmed. The secret guards in Wuyi Lane were from the Duwei Mansion and the Neiwei Mansion. Their brothers were just taking action and could not make any contributions. So they simply let them drink and gamble, as long as they don’t get drunk or make trouble.

Han Mu quietly came to a big tree outside the military camp, looked up at the newly-haired and tender tree that had left the yard, and stared blankly at the big tree where Han Mu was hiding; Han Mu said in shock: "Has he been discovered?" He was immediately focused on his guard.

The soldier muttered, "Damn, this wine is a fucking jar of water. If you don't have enough to drink it, you will pee. The officials are not things, and you can keep the good wine for yourself, but you use this bad wine to fool us mankind."

As he said that, he took out the guy under the tree and started peeing quietly.

Han Mu's thoughts changed rapidly, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, plotting against his heart.

After the soldier urinated, he shook his hand and turned back shakingly. Han Mu rushed down from the tree like a big bird, covered the soldier's mouth with one hand, and said softly in his ear: "Brother, I'm sorry, I have no choice."

He hugged the soldier's head with both hands, twisted his backhand, and heard a slight sound from the clamp, and the soldier immediately got the account.

Han Mu quickly dragged him into the shadow, stripped all his armor and put it on his body, then picked up the soldier's body and climbed the tree crown and placed it on the thick tree crown branches, and then dealt with it when he came back.

After doing all this, Han Mu picked up the soldier's spear, pressed his helmet down, and staggered into the yard.

The drinking people didn't care about him coming in, and they were still making noises and making fists. Han Mu staggered in and was about to walk to a dark place when a drunken voice came from behind him, "Who is that? Where are you going?"

Han Mu was shocked and had to turn around, and the soldiers sitting around the yard stared at him.

"I...I'll find water to drink." Han Mu muttered with his tongue.

"Fuck, you're a straight-headed fecesworm," cursed a man with a black bearded face.

A soldier beside him waved, "Donkey Captain, don't worry about him. Let's drink, and you will tell us about the heroic deeds of your being with the Grand Sima and trampling the frontier to your brothers."

The general said with a straight look: "What a fucking donkey lieutenant? My surname is Lu. I open my mouth and the word Lu on the bottom. Don't yell at you. Be careful that I slap you in the face."

The soldier hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it's Captain Lu, haha, my mouth is really fucking changing."

Everyone laughed, and another soldier suddenly said, "One mouth opens, the lower one, the lieutenant, are you a woman?"

Everyone laughed loudly, and Captain Lu laughed and cursed, stretched out his hand to knock the soldier's helmet far away, and everyone laughed and made a fuss.

Han Mu had already taken this opportunity to walk into the depths of the military camp. Near the wall of Xie Mansion were several rows of houses. I think it was the dining room of the military camp. There were several veterans busy inside. Han Mu knew that the soldiers fighting in the army would not buy the military tent, so he walked over and went further. The tall wall of Xie Mansion was in front of him.

Han Mu reached out and took out a rope made of cowhide rope from his arms, waved the other end of the iron hook several times and threw it to the two-meter-high wall.

With a "click", Han Mu tightened the rope, and the exquisite hexagonal pointed hook firmly built the courtyard wall. Han Mu used his arm and tapped his toes, and quickly climbed the wall.

The wall was full of thorns and was covered with withered vines. Han Mu was so sad that he was covered with soldiers' armor. Fortunately, he was protected by the armor of a soldier. Otherwise, he would have been pricked and bloody after a while. Even so, the legs and feet that could not be covered by skirt-style lower armor still felt unbearable. I think the sharp thorns scratched their legs.

After falling to the wall, Han Mu put the rope into his arms and jumped down. As soon as his toes hit the ground, he heard a few whistling sounds. Han Mu screamed that he was not good and quickly turned over and pounced on the ground. Three feather arrows flew past the sky and nailed to the courtyard wall. The courtyard wall slammed into the mud and fell down.

Han Mu hurriedly got up and ran forward. He quickly left the courtyard wall and rushed to the open space on the east side of Xie Daoyuan's boudoir. A figure suddenly rose up from all over the place, and someone shouted in a low voice: "Who is here? Accept it quickly, otherwise there will be no sword and no sword, so don't talk about death or injury."

Han Mu heard the voice very familiar, and suddenly remembered who he was, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't do it, but Brother Xie Yan?"

The man was stunned and said, "Who are you?"

Han Mu lifted up his masked headscarf, illuminating his face clearly under the moonlight, and a low cry came from the corner: "It turns out to be Brother Yi. Why are you here? Go inside quickly. It's not convenient here."

Xie Yan, who was tall and tall in the shadow, ran out, hugged Han Mu, and pulled Han Mu into the small building.

"Han Mu, you are here. My father says it several times a day."

"Can your adoptive father be in good health?" Han Mu said anxiously.

"My father is in good health, but he is not in good spirits and can't sleep well at night."

"Take me to see him." Han Mu took off his armor and handed it to a guard guard for him, and ran out of the yard first.

"Hey, don't worry, I've sent someone to inform me. My father has gone to bed and always has to wear clothes and socks." Xie Yan followed Han Mu and complained.

Han Mu laughed and said, "It's because I'm too impatient. Let's go to the room and wait for my adoptive father first and ask someone to make a pot of good tea from my adoptive father. These days I've been thinking about my adoptive father's good tea."

Han Mu is a famous shovel in Xie Mansion. He didn't get any benefits when he came. The sun definitely came out from the west that day, and even now he didn't forget to take advantage.

Xie Yan rolled his eyes and had to ask someone to make tea and deliver it to the room.

When the two arrived in the room, a servant had already lit the giant candle. Han Mu looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, the orchids on the corner of the room, the Go table, the neatly arranged bamboo slips and ancient people. A familiar feeling surged in his heart, and at the same time he felt sad and hard to bear.

As time went by, he often went in and out of this room, he was still a frigid boy. Xie An was a senior official of the dynasty, a figure who would shake when he stomped his feet. Now he already owned a county in Huainan, holding a 50,000 army, and 70,000 to 80,000 people rely on him to protect him, but the owner of this room was imprisoned and became a prisoner at the bottom.

Han Mu was drinking the fragrant tea and sighing, suddenly hearing the footsteps outside, Xie An's clear but slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"Han Mu is here? Where? Where? He is here."
Chapter completed!