After all, Zhou Ji is actually very innocent.

Fan Ruoruo grew up in Danzhou and was exposed to all kinds of new ideas and modern thinking with Fan Xian. After arriving in Kyoto, even though she came into contact with young ladies from major families, how could these people fall under her eyes?

Only the appearance of Zhou Ji made this little girl, who was soft on the outside but strong on the inside, discover that there were people in the world who were as powerful as her brother, who were exactly the same as her most admired brother in terms of thoughts and behaviors.

Gradually, the trust in his brother was transferred to Zhou Ji. This longing was like a small seed that quietly took root and sprouted under the nourishment of good feelings.

When Zhou Ji was alerted to something strange, it had already penetrated the soil and was about to bloom into a flower called 'like'.

Fan Xian was angry that Zhou Ji left, but he also knew that this was the best choice.

If Zhou Ji doesn't like his sister, then she should make it clear to her face and put an end to Ruoruo's thoughts. From now on, we can live well together and fight each other as if we haven't seen each other.

As for the punch, it was the elder brother's anger that could not be concealed, and it would not affect the relationship between the two.

Sneak into the princess's mansion with ease.

Fan Xian was lying on Lin Wan'er's lap pillow, feeling a little tired for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and said faintly: "Wan'er, I have a friend...He has a sister and a good friend...

..One day he found out that his sister liked his friend, and although his friend had a crush on his sister, he didn't like him enough..."

While listening to Fan Xian's complaints, Lin Waner gently put her hand on Fan Xian's head and said nothing.

She knew that what Fan Xian needed now was to listen, not discuss.

This was the third time Fan Xian told her a story. Every time Fan Xian behaved like this, Lin Waner could feel the entanglement and annoyance in his heart, but the first two times he told stories about him and himself.

This time it was Ruoruo and his friends.

...........

The sun rises and sets, and another day comes in the blink of an eye.

As night falls, rituals and music are played outside the palace gate, red lanterns are hung high, and guests below are coming and going in an endless stream, creating a magnificent scene.

The Northern Qi envoys and Dongyi visitors were welcomed by the chief guest of Qing State, and walked along the long passage into the most solemn palace of Qing State with smiles on their faces.

In contrast, the expressions of the officials of the Qing Kingdom were not so relaxed.

During the negotiations between envoys from the two countries in the past two days, a piece of news from the Northern Qi envoy almost ruined the good situation of the Qing Dynasty. Yan Bingyun, the son of Yan Ruohai of the Inspection Institute and the commander-in-chief of the Northern Qi spies, was captured. All intelligence in the north was interrupted, and the spies were lurking collectively.

Although this news has not been officially announced, it has already spread among the courtiers, and people's hearts are fluctuating for a while.

Although Fan Xian was a lowly official, because he also held the position of deputy envoy, he was arranged to sit at the table in the middle with Xing Qiwu.

Fortunately, it was a young minister from Honglu Temple who belonged to the Ministry of Rites and was very good at judging the situation.

Seeing a conflict between Fan Xian and Guo Baokun before entering the palace, he whispered: "Master Fan, Guo Baokun is also a disciple of the prince. I think the two of you have reconciled?"

"I'm fine, just take a look at him." Fan Xian raised his eyebrows.

Fortunately, Qiwu turned around and looked at Guo Baokun's wife-like complaining eyes, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Slowly it will be untied."

Fan Xian smiled and said nothing, while he poured himself a drink and looked around at the ministers coming and going.

As the old figure of Zhuang Mohan came from outside the palace, Emperor Qing also appeared in formal attire, which he had not seen for a long time, and announced the start of the night banquet as everyone knelt down.

Outside the main hall, a thin and withered old man placed a plate of peanuts and a pot of fine wine, and sat on the side of the Danbi Stone, with the gentle breeze and bright moon inviting him.

Two words: awesome!

"Eunuch Hong, the defenses of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests are in place."

A soldier came from the side and saluted: "I wonder if Eunuch Hong has any other instructions?"

Hong Sixiang looked indifferent, picked up a peanut, ejected it with a whoosh, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to get down.

On the other side, a servant walked out of the shadows and bowed: "My father-in-law, it's a night owl."

Hong Sixiang nodded slightly, listened to the banquet that suddenly became quiet, and continued to drink.

“Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return!”

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening!"

Poems that could be passed down through the ages and recorded in history echoed in the hall. For a moment, everyone was silent. Even Hong Sixiang was a little agitated and he was reluctant to put down the wine glass he raised.

...

Deep in the palace, not far from the Hanguang Palace where the Queen Mother lived, Yan Xiaoyi was patrolling back and forth with a team of guards.

Normally this task would be assigned to Hong Sixiang, but today Hong Sixiang was transferred to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests during the night banquet, so the safety of the Queen Mother was left to Yan Xiaoyi.

The palace was very large, and the night banquet of ritual music and music in the front hall did not affect the tranquility of the harem. The maids half-closed their eyes and felt sleepy, but they did not dare to go to sleep for a while.

The guards were cautious in the outer city, but there was a feeling of peace in the inner palace.

In the corner of the wall, next to the rockery, Zhou Ji, wearing a brand new night clothes, seemed to be integrated into the night. His breathing and heartbeat had slowed to the extreme, moving in harmony with the gentle night wind around him.

Even if someone walked by him, it would be difficult to notice his presence if they didn't deliberately look there.

Stepping lightly with the toes, the landing point is lighter than that of a cat. Like a leaf blown down by the night wind, it quietly floats through the corridors, palace lanes, overhanging doors and windows, and enters the Queen Mother's palace.

After tapping the acupuncture points in the air, both the young eunuch and the palace maid fell asleep.

In the dim light, Zhou Ji walked along a relatively dark corner to the Queen Mother's bed. With a casual touch, she discovered a hidden compartment in the bed board.

There were no jewelry or banknotes in the secret compartment, only a book, a letter, and a strange key.

"Sure enough, it's an anti-theft key..." Zhou Ji looked at the shape of the key, curled his lips, and stuffed it into his arms.

He was not interested in the rest of the books and letters, so he put them back without reading them.

After wasting a lot of time, I don't know if I can catch up with Fan Xian's feat of appearing in front of others.

Returning along the original route, a moment later, he appeared near the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

On the fifteenth day of early summer, the bright moon hangs high.

Zhou Ji changed into a guard's attire and took advantage of the changing of guard opportunity to come to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

With a quick glance, he saw Hong Sixiang sitting on the side of Danbishi in front of the main hall, pouring a drink for himself. Zhou Ji frowned slightly, and suddenly became a little more vigilant.

This old eunuch is different from Yan Xiaoyi.

While Yan Xiaoyi was proficient in archery, he relied too much on his hearing and vision. He thought he could detect the sound of a needle dropping, but little did he know that a person with truly outstanding Qinggong skills could do it without leaving a trace on the snow and falling leaves without making a sound.

As long as he can't hear the sound, he won't notice anything strange.
Chapter completed!