Could it be true?

Feng Jiutian withdrew his gaze that had been looking at the corner of the street for a long time, and stared at the pillar of the house again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info hopes it's all a deliberate move on his part. Although many of Jiang Moyan's actions are weird, that kind of extraordinary keenness, strange and practical martial arts routines, quick reaction ability and adaptability, more cautious style than professional meticulous work, and even some professional knowledge that even he was surprised by, how is it not like an ordinary child who grew up in the mountains, but more like a top-level fine work specially trained by a certain country. Except for those eyes that are so clear that they make people's hearts move, and this is more like a special ability that can bewitch people's hearts.

Feng Jiutian was deeply worried and looking forward to it, praying that the heavens would not come to hurt his already broken heart again.

Jiang Moyan left the teahouse and slowly came to the east of the city. It was the first time she had accepted such a delivery task. These things were all done by Mu Qing and Mu Nian before, although she had been following Feng Jiutian for some days, she still hadn't been entrusted with any important tasks, and it seemed that everyone still treated her like a child.

Although this time it was only a delivery mission, because the destination was Xiaoyaoju, this small mission became important, because the letters sent there usually involved some core secrets of the Nine Emperor Princes.

Jiang Moyan observed the surrounding scene as he walked. Although it was daytime, she had developed a very cautious habit, as long as it was a mission, the cells in her body would be unconsciously on alert, allowing her petite and delicate self to transform into a powerful and sharp agent at any time.

The surrounding area is very lively, and the bustling street market always makes pedestrians unconsciously want to blend in with that kind of bustle. Suddenly, the cells in his back tightened unconsciously, making Jiang Moyan keenly aware of a hint of abnormality. It was years of special training that gave her an instinctive instinct, and someone was following her.

She continued to walk forward quietly, passing left and right in the tide of people, and her steps were also very skillfully fast and slow, but the feeling of her back was still there. Jiang Moyan frowned slightly, turned around and entered a two-story small restaurant.

At this time, it was almost lunchtime, and many guests who were ready to dine were in an endless stream, and there was even a hospitable and sharp-tongued Xiao Er, who was full of flattery and auspicious words, standing at the door to greet the guests.

Jiang Moyan walked into the lobby naturally, walked around the lobby, seemed to be looking for a suitable position, but the corner of her eyes kept staring at the door, until a gray figure walked in, she turned around skillfully, followed the stairs into the second floor, sat down in a seat behind a corner pillar, and waited quietly.

Sure enough, after a short time, a man in gray walked up, looked left and right, and sat down on a seat near the stairs. This man was very ordinary-looking, the kind of inconspicuous appearance thrown in the crowd, and even his body could be confused with eighty percent of the people present.

Jiang Moyan looked at the guests on the second floor without moving. These customers eating on the second floor are also of different levels, ranging from rich and noble families with brocade and satin, to flat-headed people in coarse tea cloth clothes, and some artists who play tunes and sing are mixed in, and from time to time sing a paragraph to those guests who have ordered a small tune. And the old men and gentlemen of those really rich and noble families occasionally walked through and went to the various boxes.

Jiang Moyan smiled slightly, taking a fancy to a middle-aged man who was walking towards the box. This person is very fluttering, and at first glance it is a wine bag and rice bag. Jiang Moyan gently picked up the chopsticks, broke off the chopsticks, and threw them at the middle-aged man's knee.

I only heard the fat man's "ouch", and his body pressed heavily on the small rich businessman next to him, knocking over all the good dishes on the table, making the dishes messy, and shattering the ground with a "bang".

The rich merchant stopped doing it immediately, patted his soiled clothes and scolded: "Okay, you don't have long eyes, you don't take such a wide road, you have to hit my table, don't you have a heart?" ”

The fat man was still lying on the table at this time, his fat face was covered with vegetable leaves, and his mouth was only crying out for pain, and he couldn't spare time to scold back. He struggled for a long time, trying to get up and reason with the kid, but unfortunately his feet were slipped by those oily food, and another fart sat on the ground, and his big ass was slammed, and the splashed vegetable soup startled the guests in the next few seats.

Jiang Moyan held back a smile and watched the guests at the table join in to accuse the fat man, but no one stepped forward to support the fat man. The scene instantly became lively, some accused and scolded, some coaxed the seedlings, and some just watched the excitement, plus the shopkeeper shuttled and mediated inside, and the hall on the second floor was a mess for a while.

The man in gray sensed that something was wrong, pulled away from the crowd, and came to look for Jiang Moyan's figure again, but he couldn't find it. He was so angry that he stomped his feet and hurriedly chased out the door, but in the bustling crowd on the street, where was there still Jiang Moyan's shadow?

Jiang Moyan shook off the man, turned a few more corners, and after confirming that no one was following him, he walked towards Xiaoyaoju.

The front door of the free house has always been so lively, what Jiang Moyan, who has watched a lot of urban soap operas, doesn't understand is that those who babble and sing on stage don't know what is so good about the so-called play? actually made so many people rush to it, shouting in front of the theater for a famous movie ticket.

She dodged the front door, and went straight down the back stairs to the third floor, as she had done when she had been brought in before, and knocked on the small vermilion door.

The door was not locked, and it opened automatically when Jiang Moyan knocked on it. With the creak of the door opening, Jiang Moyan saw that the room was empty. She hesitated and walked inside. She looked left and right, and there was a faint fragrance wafting from the elegantly furnished room. Jiang Moyan was instinctively very wary of those spices, especially the spices she was not familiar with, and she would deal with them carefully. She took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose, looked around, and prepared to leave the room.

Suddenly, a box on the desk caught her attention, or rather a note half-exposed in the box. The note had the word "confidential" vaguely written on it, apparently important news that Xiaoyaoju had just received, and was put into the box very casually or in a hurry.

Jiang Moyan was secretly angry in his heart, these people were really careless, such a confidential thing was put here, and they didn't lock the door yet? It seems that this free residence is not very strict, and I have to give Feng Jiutian a wake-up call when I go back.

She gently lifted the lid and wanted to put the note back, but a few words that instantly broke into her eyes made her change her mind, because the content of the confidential note was: Jiang Moyan, the spy of the Northern Underworld.

Jiang Moyan only felt that his brain was "booming", and he didn't know why there was such a misunderstanding, could it be that he had a misunderstanding somewhere?

She hesitated for a moment, resisting the urge to tear the note to shreds, put it in the box, and quietly exited the room, standing in the hallway and waiting.