The evening breeze blows, and the fine willows cling.

The street, which had always been bustling during the day, suddenly became deserted.

In the deep alleys of the street, the sound of women calling their children home for dinner can be heard from time to time.

The wind blew under the eaves, and the lanterns that had been lit up shook slightly, and the light and shadow of the red candles falling on the ground were bright and dark.

On the Jinming Pavilion, He Xian was standing beside the bed, looking at the pedestrians who occasionally passed by in a hurry on the street downstairs, his brows slightly locked, and his face was faintly sad.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in. He Xian turned around and looked at the door.

Pushing the door open, was an old man with gray hair.

"Everything Childe wants is here. The old man hunched over and placed a booklet on the table.

He Xian glanced at it and asked the old man, "How's the investigation of the other matter?"

The old man kept his head down, heard the words, and replied respectfully, "According to the conditions said by Childe, there are only two places where the news that has come back is possible. The news of these two places, the old slave has been written on paper and sandwiched in a booklet!"

After He Xian heard this, he reached out and took the booklet from the table, opened it and found the paper, and after glancing at it, he looked up and said to the old man, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"Childe is polite. If the boy had no other instructions, the old slave would have retired first. ”

"Good. ”

The old man bowed, stepped back, and gently closed the door.

He Xian watched the door close, and looked down at the two addresses on the paper.

The family banquet in the palace began, and it was just after the unitary hour, and the time was enough for him to go back and forth between these two places. It's just that there is no news from Jin Chang's side at this time, and even if he finds Shen Muzhi, he may not be able to bring Shen Muzhi back.

He Xian hesitated, took the piece of paper, walked to the window, and looked up at the tall building in the palace.

Jin Chang was in the building at this time.

Probably feeling He Xian's gaze, he was meditating with his eyes closed, but he suddenly woke up with a gloomy expression.

"He Xian, do you really want to force me like this?" Jin Chang gritted his teeth.

He Xian replied in his heart, "Uncle Shi, I gave you a chance." ”

Jin Chang was silent for a moment.

He Xian said again, "Time is running out, Uncle Shi is good at himself." With that, he turned around and left the window.

Inside the tall building, Jin Chang's gaze passed through the imperial city, landed on the Jin Ming Pavilion, and watched the figure by the window leave and disappear from sight, his face gloomy like water.

Above the Jingjiang River, it began to be lively at this time. The boats, which had been docked on the shore and did not move, gradually left the shore. On the painting boat, the lanterns are lit up, and the slender figure is hidden in it, which is fascinating.

Xuan Cheng was on one of these boats at this time.

The owner of this painting boat is the famous calligraphy and painting master Yuanlou in Jinling City. The name Yuanlou, although it sounds like a man's name, is actually a woman. The technique of Danqing is very good, and because it is a woman, it is quite famous in Jinling City, and it is favored by the majority of talents. There are even many talented literati who have traveled thousands of miles to come here, just to see this Yuanlou girl.

It's just that this Yuanlou girl has such a reputation, how can she easily see it.

There was once a rich and noble son, who spent a lot of money, just begging the girl from Yuanlou to show up to make a painting for him, but he still couldn't see it.

Today, there are famous talents in the city, united with several other people, invited the girl of Yuanlou to hold a poetry meeting on her painting boat, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Many talented people are excited about this matter, but there are very few people who can go on the painting boat, no more than 20 people.

And the reason why Xuan Cheng was able to be on this painting boat was not because he was invited, but because he came uninvited.

Of course, he didn't come here because he was there, but because he had something.

Around Shen Shi today, Uncle Lian suddenly went to the inn to look for him, but he was not in the inn at that time. Uncle Lian asked the innkeeper to bring him a message.

After he went back, he quietly went to see Uncle Lian, and then quietly boarded the boat with a young man arranged by Uncle Lian.

In addition to the cabin, there are two floors on the boat.

The first floor is the venue for tonight's poetry meeting. The second floor is divided into separate rooms, a total of eleven rooms, which are used to facilitate the drunken genius at night. One of them, leaning against the stern, was kept by the girl of Yuanlou herself.

At this time, the poetry meeting had not yet begun, and the girl from Yuanlou was still in the room.

However, at this moment, in addition to the Yuanlou girl and the maid beside her, there were two more people in the room, who were Xuan Cheng and the young man sent by Uncle Lian.

The girl from Yuanlou sat in front of the dresser, looking at the two uninvited guests, and she was quite calm. However, the maid's temperament was a little worse, her face was pale at the moment, cold sweat was not stopping on her forehead, and she shrank next to the girl in Yuanlou, her eyes full of panic.

Xuan Cheng didn't speak, and gestured to the young man beside him.

The young man suddenly understood, and said, "We came here to inquire about something with the girl." With that, he took out a piece of paper and walked towards the girl in Yuanlou.

The maid next to Yuanlou saw it, even if she was so frightened that she swayed, she still swooped to Yuanlou, holding a hairpin in her hand, with a crying voice, shouting in a trembling voice, "Don't come here, if you come over again, I will fight with you!"

As soon as the words fell, Yuanlou reached out and pulled her to the side, and the slender jade hand gently slapped on the back of her hand, and the hairpin in the maid's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a bang.

Xuan Cheng saw this scene and smiled.

No wonder he was so calm, he turned out to be a practitioner.

It seems that the reason why Uncle Lian came to him to do this should be because he knew that this girl would do some kung fu.

"What is this?" Yuan Lou glanced at the paper handed over by the young man, didn't reach out to take it, and asked.

The young man replied, "The girl will know when she sees it." ”

After Yuan Lou hesitated for a moment, he turned around and took a handkerchief from the dresser, put it on his hand, and then took the paper from the young man's hand.

took the paper and looked down, the Yuanlou girl's brows frowned imperceptibly slightly, and then quickly let go, and then looked up at the guy expressionlessly, and asked, "What does this mean?"

The boy replied, "Girl, do you know who wrote the words on this paper?"

The Yuanlou girl shook her head, "I don't know." ”

The guy frowned, "I really don't know?"

Yuan Lou nodded: "I really don't know." ”

The young man's brows furrowed even tighter, and after looking at Yuanlou with some suspicion, he said in a deep voice, "If the girl deliberately deceives, don't blame us for being unkind to you later." ”

Hearing this, Yuanlou's eyes swept over the guy, and fell on Xuan Cheng behind him, and after a little look, he replied, "I don't know." If you want to do it, let's do it. It's just that in this painting boat, it is not my master and servant, who have come with anger and alarmed those people downstairs, and those who can't end the scene at that time may not be under me. I advise you two to think clearly!"

"Rest assured, the girl will not be alarmed by the people downstairs. Xuan Cheng suddenly spoke, and the smile made the expression in Yuanlou's eyes change slightly, and there was more suspicion and vigilance between his eyebrows.

At this moment, the maid suddenly moved, pulled her legs and rushed to the door. Probably trying to rush out and shout someone.

It's just that before she reached the door, she was stopped by a young man. When the maid saw that there was no way out, she opened her mouth and cried out loudly.

The guy didn't know much about Xuan Cheng's details, he was a little panicked, and he hurriedly wanted to step forward and gag it, but as soon as Xuan Cheng raised his hand, a faint light shot out and fell on the maid. The maid stiffened, and her shouting stopped abruptly, and then she fell backwards to the ground with a thud.

The guy was stunned.

Yuan Lou frowned, and there was finally a little panic in his eyes.

"Who are you?" asked Yuanlou.

Xuan Cheng replied, "It doesn't matter who I am, I ask you again, can you recognize the handwriting on this paper?"

Yuanlou pursed his lips and was silent.

Seeing this, Xuan Cheng thought for a while, and said, "Then let me ask another question, the handwriting on this paper is from a person named Qixing?"

The expression in Yuanlou's eyes changed slightly, but he still refused to make a sound.

Xuan Cheng frowned, sighed, and said, "Do you think I won't know if you don't say it?" As soon as the words fell, the figure flickered, and he appeared beside Yuanlou, raising his hand and grabbing the top of Yuanlou's head.

Yuanlou wanted to resist, but found that he was like being tied by a rope, and it was difficult to move at all, and for a while, it was difficult to keep calm, and his heart panicked, and his face suddenly lost color.

"Yes!" Just as Xuan Cheng's hand was about to fall on top of Yuanlou's head, she finally couldn't help but let go.

Xuan Cheng shook his body, returned to his original position, looked at Yuanlou, smiled slightly, and said, "You have been so cooperative for a long time, isn't it good!"

Yuanlou didn't speak, just got up and walked to the side of the bookcase, from a stack of rice paper under the paperweight, rummaged for a while, took out one, and then handed it to Xuan Cheng along with the paper, "This is a poem written by Qixing himself, you can compare it yourself." ”

Xuan Cheng took it and took a look, and after a little comparison, he immediately confirmed that it was indeed written by the same person.

At that moment, there was a glimmer of light in his hand, and the rice paper in his hand suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

There was a look of surprise in Yuanlou's eyes, and he frowned slightly.

The guy was even more stunned again, but he didn't dare to ask more.

"Gone. Xuan Cheng turned his head to greet the guy.

The guy came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly.

The two were just about to leave, and Yuanlou shouted to Xuan Cheng, "My maidservant ......"

"It's all right, she'll wake up in two hours. After Xuan Cheng finished speaking, he walked straight to the door, and the guy hurriedly followed.

On the floor below, the people are almost there, laughing and laughing, and the atmosphere is warm. The people who came here to participate in the poetry meeting were some famous people in the city, and everyone knew each other well. Some people go to the meeting alone, while others travel with them. Among them, the famous genius who hosted the poetry meeting today, saw that the girl from Yuanlou had not yet appeared, so he went up to the second floor to prepare. As soon as he arrived upstairs, he saw Xuan Cheng coming out of the room with the young man, and after being stunned for a moment, he immediately frowned.

The identity and background of this Yuanlou girl may not be known to others, but he knows a little. Her room, as far as he knew, had never been entered by anyone.

Could it be that these two people are the ones who are?

But it doesn't look like it!

The man's thoughts were racing, and he hesitated to come forward and ask, but unexpectedly, Xuan Cheng took the young man, as if he didn't see him, passed him directly, and then quickly disappeared at the staircase.

The man was ignored, a little annoyed on the one hand, and even more puzzled on the other. After a moment's hesitation, he walked quickly to the door of the room and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Miss Yuanlou, it's me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened. The girl from Yuanlou walked out in a red jacket skirt on a black background and with a tulle on her face. The gaze that was always cold and indifferent, lightly glanced at the man, then lowered his head, curtsied his knees, and said, "Let the son wait for a long time, let's go." ”

When the man came to his lips, he swallowed it back.