Although the thank you list was sent out in the free chapter late last night, there is still an endless amount of gratitude. A few days after the network was disconnected, I received far more pink rewards than I expected, more support and incentives, and the author of the code word has no better way to thank you, only to update and update to repay your dear dear ~ So there is a chapter later ~

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Yan Huai, who was holding the feather arrow tightly behind the door, couldn't help but pause when he heard this.

After a moment of stalemate, he continued to raise his feet and quietly approached, while shouting to Turan outside the door in a calm tone: "Porridge and food are fine." ”

"Yes, the slave will come back to you later." The people outside the house seemed to be unaware that he was approaching quickly, and when they heard his answer, they only continued to say a word before leaving.

However, at the moment when she turned to leave, the door of the room, which had been closed, was opened, and an arrow poked out of the hollow chamber, the arrow was black and shiny, very finely polished, and the point of the tip glowed white, and it dazzled the human eye.

Turan subconsciously stepped back, staggering because he was unprepared, and almost fell backwards, looking embarrassed.

When she stood still with a frown, she saw Yan Huai walking out from behind the door with a feather arrow, her face condensed.

Turan couldn't help but wonder, she just listened to her young lady's instructions to ask Yan Huai if she wanted to have a supper, why did he look at him horizontally? She has a straight temper, but she also understands that she can't ask directly, so she took a step back and put on a defensive posture.

Although it was on Xie Shuning's grange, except for a few people from Yan Huai, they were all their people. But Turan did not dare to take it lightly.

Just thinking about it, Yan Huai's gaze suddenly fell on her.

Turan was furious by him, and remembered that Xie Shuning had muttered to her about the Yan family. It's not easy to deal with, and my heart can't help but tighten slightly.

She looked back warily, and the two stood a few steps away from each other, one holding a sharp feather arrow, and the other's hanging hand clenched into a fist.

The two sides were vigilant, and suddenly there were more people in the courtyard in front of the wings.

"Shizi!"

They both looked in unison at the voice.

In the dim light, it was impossible to see the faces of the comers for a while. But the voice Yan Huai could tell.

This will hit the person who walks over in a hurry, and it is the auspiciousness that he failed to see after opening the door. He was thinking that auspiciousness was outside the door, so when Turan spoke. He felt that something was wrong. Auspiciousness and Turan are incompatible, everyone knows it. Xie Shuning sent Turan to find him, and if he met auspiciousness, at least a battle of words was inevitable.

But outside the house, only Turan's voice spoke. But there was not a hint of auspiciousness.

He was immediately alert. Then he drew a feathered arrow and grabbed it between his fingers, and approached the door.

If he saw a glimmer of wonder when the door was opened, he would immediately stab his arrow at Turan. However, as soon as the door opened, there was no sign of auspiciousness outside. Under the empty porch, there was only Turan alone. He withdrew his hand at the right time and stood with his arrow down.

In a split second, he might have killed Turan.

The condensation on Yan Huai's face became more and more heavy.

The courtyard in front of them was not big. Small, grown men can walk in a few big steps. Bu Yu's mind turned in his heart. An auspicious and clear figure appeared in front of them.

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiang also saw the two people standing opposite each other under the corridor, and couldn't help but be slightly shocked.

Yan Huai lowered his eyes, playing with the feather arrow in his hand like a flower, and the cold color on his face gradually faded. The chill in his black and white eyes was also dispelled, and it softened into a pool of spring water, he chuckled, and did not look sideways at Ji Xiang, nor did he answer his question, but only looked at Turan and said: "It's almost time, I'll go over by myself, I don't have to ask you to run again." ”

The words that suddenly became cordial made Turan, who had always been a loud lama, creepy.

She nodded wildly, answered yes, and strode back.

She was tall and had a big stride, and soon disappeared from their sight. The dark night engulfed her figure, and also took away the warm smile on Yan Huai's face.

Ji Xiang saw it clearly, and his heart was cold, and he knelt down in front of the flickering dusk firelight, bowed his head and said, "Shizi, my subordinates have received another news." ”

As soon as he spoke, the arrow, sharp as the claws of a falcon, landed firmly in front of his eyes, against the tip of his nose.

Gently, a drop of crimson blood came out of the tip of his nose, like a fine red coral polished bead.

He froze there, not daring to move.

The young man's voice was naturally a little lazy and careless overhead, "In this way, you are going to get the news?" ”

“…… Be. Jixiang tensed his back, and he didn't even dare to roll his eyes.

The hand holding the arrow seemed to tremble suddenly, and the black arrow suddenly flickered in front of his eyes, so that Ji Xiang really didn't even dare to blink at this moment.

He was much older than Yan Huai, and he would kneel in front of a young man who was not as tall as him, but he felt scared for no reason.

The more Yan Huai's voice seemed to be careless, the more cold he felt.

Ji Xiang trembled, but did not utter a word of justification in his mouth.

He was innocent, so why should he defend himself.

At this point, he wouldn't have thought that Yan Huai was angry.

When he saw the flying pigeon, he was astonished, but he saw that the pigeon was not coming in his own direction, but went straight in the other direction. That direction is where Xie Shuning, the eighth lady of the Xie family, is located.

He fought against people who didn't trust the Xie family from the beginning, and Xie Shuning bore the brunt of it.

At this time, I saw the flying pigeon, and I saw that the pigeon had a small cylinder tied to the pigeon's leg, and I chased after it without thinking about it, and intercepted the pigeon in time.

However, in a hurry, he forgot to report to Yan Huai, and disappeared on his own.

It was indeed his dereliction of duty and his fault that he did not have the face to excuse himself. But Yan Huai is suspecting that he has a ghost, he has never done anything that is not worthy of his master, and he has a clear conscience. There is no need to say something discerning and explaining.

Thinking like this, Ji Xiang finally stiffened and blinked.

Because he didn't blink for a long time, his eyes were closed. I couldn't help but ooze tears from the corners of my eyes.

The arrows were moving away from him at a very slow pace.

After a long time, he heard Yan Huai say: "Another news, what is it?" ”

When he asked this, Yan Huai's voice trembled slightly, and he completely lost his appearance.

He just got the news of his uncle's Wan Dao, it was only a moment ago, and it shouldn't have been sent so soon. But auspiciousness says that there is, then there must be. So he had already decided in his heart that he hadn't known the news of Lu Dao yet. This is very bad news.

The feather arrow hung there, cutting through the ground of the blue bricks, making a sound of "clanging" of gold and stone.

Ji Xiang pondered the words and said word by word: "The news is not from our side. ”

"Huh?" Yan Huai was stunned. I didn't come back to my senses for a while.

Jixiang looked up. With a strange look on his face, he seemed to be a little embarrassed: "The subordinate accidentally intercepted Miss Xie Ba's letter." ”

"Zheng—"

The shiny black arrows got stuck in the brick cracks.

Yan Huai repeated his words in a low voice: "Miss Xie Ba's letter? ”

Could it be that Xie Shuning betrayed his presence in the Grange? If this is the case, it must only be Mr. Yun Zhan's doing. It must be easy for a treacherous and cunning person to instigate a little girl to act.

He thought about it faintly, but heard Ji Xiang say, "My subordinates are not sure." ”

"Why?" Yan Huai raised his eyebrows. "Get up and speak."

Ji Xiang Ying slowly straightened up and handed a rolled-up note to Yan Huai.

The paper had been opened. Yan Huai took it and looked at the material of the eye paper, which was a very common paper, and there was nothing special about it. Then he turned on the note by the light under the eaves.

The curled paper stretched out little by little, but Yan Huai's face gradually turned iron-blue.

On the paper in front of him, there was not even a drop of ink, which was clearly a wordless book! No wonder Jixiang says he's not sure!

Ji Xiang looked at him and said tentatively: "But this letter was indeed sent to the village, and the pigeon loft was found below." ”

It's a pity that there are no words on the letter at all.

Yan Huai shook the paper in his hand, sneered and asked him, "What about your news?" ”

There are no words on the paper, and where did he get the news?

Ji Xiang had a solemn face: "It is not safe for the prince to live here temporarily, and now there are carrier pigeons flying, it will definitely not be a good thing." I'm afraid that Miss Xie Ba has already sold your position. ”

The other party is just a young girl, and it is difficult to reassure.

None of the children who grew up in the deep house were easy to deal with.

Jixiang was always suspicious of Xie Shuning.

But Yan Huai listened to his words, but did not respond immediately, but looked at the blank piece of paper again, held it high, and looked at the lamp under the eaves carefully. Immediately, he dropped the word "come in" and took the lead back to the house.

The door was reclosed.

Jixiang was confused and didn't know what Yan Huai was going to do.

Yan Huai walked directly towards the lit oil lamp on the table, and when he got closer, he didn't pause, unfolding the paper in his hand and placing it an inch away from the flames.

The tongue of fire was scorching, but it couldn't touch the paper, but the scorching temperature still climbed up little by little.

On the white paper, which originally didn't even have half a word, a line of words slowly appeared...... Two lines of words......

In a short time, the top was filled.

I saw that the dense fly-headed small characters on the top were written all over a narrow piece of paper, the handwriting was neat and beautiful, and it was signed as the winter solstice.

Yan Huai remembered that this person called the winter solstice was Xie Shuning's little servant, and he followed her all the way back from Mobei in the past, so he should be a very useful person.

He looked down word by word by the lamplight, and his eyes gradually filled with surprise.

Ji Xiang also noticed that the words appeared on the paper, and saw him staring at the words on it, but he was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but feel uneasy, so he asked: "Shizi, this is not a place to stay for a long time, but we will leave immediately?" ”

Yan Huai looked intently at the warm paper in his hand because of the roasting, shook his head and said, "This matter has nothing to do with us, let alone what you guessed before. ”

What was written in the letter was the matter of the British Gong Wen family. (To be continued......)