Amidst the red and purple dust smoke, Liu Ruhai, holding on to his riding whip, hurriedly entered the Hou Mansion's Tourist Mountain Green Corridor.
When he reached the second door, his steps suddenly slowed down. He unconsciously noticed something strange. It seemed that the Marquis' personal guard had changed?
On the corridor, he glanced sideways at the figure of Marquis Nankang. He seemed to have changed his clothes in the study outside, and then went straight to the inner house. There were no servants in front of him. Maybe the servants who were not staying behind did not expect him to come back at this hour.
I went to eat fruit when I was lazy.
But the auras of Song Chengming's personal guards are all there, under the bright late summer sunshine, among the orioles on the willow bottom.
Nothing seems wrong?
Liu Ruhai knew that guards like Qin Meng did not show up every time during duty shifts. He could not see clearly. He only vaguely sensed that there were experts around the Marquis, but they did not seem to be Qin, Luo, Chen, Song.
four people.
The person in charge of Lian Er? Another group of confidants. The Zhao Palace has long suspected that Song Chengming has a group of subordinates who are even more mysterious and sophisticated than Qingluo Biying. These people come from Liancheng's disciples or are left by the old marquis.
came down.
Liu Ruhai frowned, turned around and walked slowly, stepping into the thick shade of willows on the painted gallery. He was originally going to the inner house to find Cao Xiwan, but it would be inconvenient for Song Chengming to come back.
He stopped in front of the black painted door of Luoyuan, and felt something was wrong again.
Cao Xiwan was nowhere to be seen today, and he didn't even go to the temple.
He originally wanted to meet the master of Miaolian Temple with her. She also practices Biying Heart Technique and Netherworld Technique. This matter needs to be carefully examined before diagnosing the pulse. He wanted to ask, she was on the roof of Huangzhu Tower in Xuanwu Lake in the middle of the night, pretending to be
Zombies are jumping around, what is wrong with this? Could it be that they have gone crazy?
After asking the girl, he left the temple. Braving the harsh sunshine in the last few days of Qiu Laohu, he hurried back to talk to her.
Outside the crimson window, there are thick shadows on the green curtains, and the cicadas are noisy outside the east wing.
Cao Xiwan stood in front of the couch, with mottled shadows of willows and bamboos on his skirt.
She lowered her head and looked at Song Chengming carefully. She did not answer his questions about a concubine or a concubine. She raised her hand as if she wanted to touch him. She stretched her fingers three inches in front of him, lightly touched the air, and stopped again.
He remained calm, still just leaning on the couch and staring at her.
Her fingers finally came down and lightly touched his forehead, eyes, and lips.
"Is that you?" she asked quietly, like a lover whispering.
"..." He remained silent and stared at him. She looked carefully at his throat, but still found nothing. She seemed to have returned to an afternoon many years ago.
Zhan Baidao entered the Nankang Marquis Mansion pretending to be a Xu Xiucai, who was secretly found by the Marquis as a substitute. He was born to look exactly like the Marquis. He was originally a poor man living in an unknown Taoist temple.
, knows a little Qinggong movement. After joining the Jinyi Guards, he was selected as one of the Hou Ye's substitutes.
The Marquis of Nankang had two substitutes, one was Xu Xiucai and the other was Master Liu.
At that time, on a midsummer afternoon, the sun was as hot as it is today, and the cicada sound was so disturbing. She was sitting with Xu Xiucai in the room at the end of the study room outside. There was cold tea and leftover chess pieces on the couch, and he was holding a black piece.
Sitting on one side of the couch, she sat on the other side.
Mei Leng Chuang Cui, she and Xu Xiucai spoke to each other silently, just waiting for the spy to assassinate him as a substitute.
Because she made a wrong move, he looked at her with a smile, and when their eyes met, the ambiguous silence in the room was just like today.
She thought maybe it was because Xu Xiucai was handsome and gentle, and his white clothes were better than snow. Maybe it was because he was smiling softly in the cold room of the plum window. There was no one around.
The room was too stuffy and she was too hot, so she felt dizzy for a moment. She put down the white chess piece, stood up, walked over, bent down and kissed him gently.
He didn't push her away, she thought, he probably liked her too.
At that time, she didn't know that Xu Xiucai was Zhan Baidao whom she had seen outside the mansion several times before.
Feng Junqing - Zhan Bai Dao is actually not his real name. His real name is Nan Twelve, the twelfth son of Nan Yu, Duke of Liang.
But since he was named Twelve, he was not a child born from a concubine. Later she found out that Nan Twelve was just a nameless and unrecognized bloodline living outside the country. He entered the government as a family general and was controlled by his father Liang Guogong.
The loyal soldiers fought in a bloody battle with the Hundred Swordsman Regiment.
Over the years, after she learned that he faked his death and escaped, she speculated that he had fled to the Qin Palace in Guanshan, and even his remnants were in General Lou's Palace. He must have encouraged the King of Qin to rebel and became a servant of the palace. Now as Feng Junqing
He sneaked back to Jinling City.
Most of the Taoist priests invited to the Fifth Master's room were his followers, and he was even one of that group of Taoist priests.
As for today, she thought, the Crown Prince of Qin was engaged to the Marquis Mansion, and today the Crown Prince and Song Chengming were discussing important matters in the secret room of the temple. He took the opportunity to disguise himself and openly entered the Marquis Mansion of Nankang.
Nan Twelve knew that he had chosen an excellent time. There was no one in the main room of Baihua Hall, the wives of the other rooms were all in the temple, and the maids and women had all gone to rest. He saw through the curtain that she was the only one on the couch in the east wing.
Sit down and do needlework with your head down.
And he entered the room and sat on the couch, speaking ambiguously. He thought she should remember him. Nan Twelve looked at Cao Xiwan in front of her. She stared at him, with suspicion in her dark eyes, but she also
There seemed to be a look of wistful recollection.
"...It's me." He finally answered.
After hearing these words, her fingers stopped on his lips. She thought about it in a daze, did she regret it?
Do you regret that sword was too ruthless?
I regret killing him.
"...I miss you so much." She murmured, not knowing whether she was talking to herself or talking. She once touched Liu Ruhai's face little by little with her fingertips in Chengfu Temple. She hoped that he would fight against Bai Ruhai.
Is it disguised as a knife?
She bent down and breathed audibly with him, and he saw her bright black eyes close in front of him, with colorful light in them. It was as if he still wanted to kiss gently amidst the sound of cicadas and heat waves like that afternoon that day.
His lips.
Nan Twelve relaxed and didn't cater to her, but he didn't reject her either, he just looked at her indifferently.
She thought, was it because of this that she fell in love with him?
It is impossible for a master to be unprepared when he approaches. But that afternoon, when she kissed him, he let down his guard.
Therefore, she always believed that he should like her.
Even at that time, she actually suspected that Xu Xiucai was not just a master of light kung fu as he appeared to be, but that he was a master. Therefore, she deliberately teased him and wanted to kiss him.
After all, he and Mr. Hou look almost the same.
But she was caught off guard and indulged in that moment, in his gentleness when he dropped all his defenses.
This is her only love.
Liu Ruhai stood behind the curtain in the east wing and finally couldn't hold back and coughed.
Cao Xiwan suddenly woke up.
She instantly retracted her hand, stood up straight, and took two steps back from the couch.
Nan Twelve looked at her, and then at the figure of a man in green shirt standing outside the bamboo shadow of the door curtain, who should be Liu Ruhai, a priest of Prince Zhao's Mansion. He smiled lightly and gave her a cold look.