The night was dark, and white stars hung above the canopy, and a round of the lower quarter moon hung on the edge of the sky like a sickle, exuding a faint yellow halo. It is now the end of the day, and the lights of the people's homes in the royal capital have been extinguished, and there is silence all around.

Fan Ming, Ming Yun and two henchmen came to Dongshan Lane in the east of the royal capital city according to the address on the cloth. Late at night, the alley was empty, and the only sound of their group's footsteps was in the long, narrow alley. Tranquility is the only feeling.

I don't know whose footsteps were heavier, alarming the old dog who opened the door in whose door, after the first dog barked, and then, it seemed that the dogs in the whole alley began to bark, one after another, like a wave, wave after wave, wave after wave.

There are small houses built on both sides of Dongshan Lane, most of which are empty, and a few are inhabited. As far as the eye can see, there are few lights, and most of them are black holes. At night, it's weird and eerie.

Fan Ming was afraid that Mingyun would be afraid, so he took the lantern from the guard, carried it himself, and showed Mingyun the way.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Mingyun said lowly.

"I'm not afraid to follow the road for you, and watch your steps carefully." Fan Mingdao.

"Well, thank you." Mingyun said.

Fan Ming pursed his lips, obviously not wanting to hear the words "thank you", these two words came out of Mingyun's mouth, and he felt uncomfortable listening to them. Thanks a lot? Thanks for what? When did they talk about thanksgiving when they were young?

Fan Ming wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he felt that he didn't know how to say it, and when he thought about how to say it, it was a good time to speak, and when he opened his mouth again, it would only seem deliberate and abrupt. In the end, he had to keep his mouth shut and stuff his mind in his stomach.

They walked down one end of the alley, into the alley, and counted to the eighth room. They stopped. I saw that there were withered bamboos planted on both sides of the door of this small house, and this must be the eighth Dongshan bamboo house written on the cloth.

"This must be the place." Fan Mingdao

Mingyun nodded, she also felt that it should be here, so she was ready to step forward and knock on the door.

Fan Ming stopped her and said to her, "Ah Yun, you stand behind me." Then he gave his soldiers a look. The soldiers were ordered and went forward to knock on the door.

From the outside, there was not a single light shining through this house, and it looked like an empty house. However, as soon as the soldiers knocked on the door, a voice inside asked, "Who is it?" ”

The soldier said: "The black dog sent a message, invited to visit, we are invited to come, please report." ”

As soon as the pro-soldier's voice fell, the door of the house opened a small crack from the inside, and the person who opened the door was Cheng Hai. Cheng Hai glanced out, and saw that the other party was Junziming and Mingyun noblewoman, and hurriedly welcomed people in with a smile, and said, "The little one has seen the gentleman and the noblewoman, my young gentleman is waiting for you, hurry up and invite inside." ”

After Cheng Hai welcomed Fan Ming and Mingyun into the house, he closed the door himself, and then led them inside.

There are three entrances in this house. As soon as I entered, I saw an outer courtyard, which was empty, there was nothing, and some were just deserted. Between the floor tiles in the yard, clumps of weeds popped up, showing a sense of decay and desolation.

Cheng Hai explained: "This house has been idle for a long time, and no one has come to clean it for many years, so it is inevitably desolate. Please forgive me. "Through the outer court, into a round arch, into the inner court.

"My young gentleman is inside." Cheng Haidao.

As soon as Fan Ming and Mingyun entered the arch, they saw Zhao Ji standing under the ginkgo tree in the courtyard, looking at them with a smile. The moonlight poured on the young man's upright body, outlining his vigorous outline, he bathed in light, accompanied by shadows, this scene made him look particularly handsome.

Even though they have met many times, every time they meet, Mingyun will feel more or less nervous. When Zhao Ji's eyes came over, there was clearly a moment of looking at each other, and just for a moment, Mingyun's heart began to beat wildly. Because she didn't want to be discovered by others, she quickly turned her head and staggered her eyes when Zhao Ji looked at her.

Fan Ming hadn't seen Zhao Ji for a long time, the two had been separated for a long time, and he couldn't help but be a little excited to see such a scene again.

"Aji!" Fan Ming shouted.

Zhao Ji took two quick steps forward and said, "Ah Ming, Ah Yun, you are here!" ”

Fan Ming nodded and said, "I was on the mountain just now, and I saw the letter you handed over with a hound, I know that Aji, you are not a person without a target, since you let us come, there must be something to discover, right?" ”

"Not bad." Zhao Ji nodded, he glanced at Fan Ming deeply, and said in a low voice: "The matter of Emei Ridge is already known to the kings. If I don't find out, how dare I bother you. Ah Ming, come with me. ”

Zhao Ji took Fan Ming and Mingyun into the house. Pushing the door into the house, Zhao Ji leaned to the side and motioned for Fan Ming and the others to enter.

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, and you could only see what was inside through the blurred moonlight. After Fan Ming entered the house, he saw a person lying on the bed. Even though it was a black light, with the familiar outline of the boy on the bed, it was not difficult for Fan Ming to recognize that the boy lying on the bed was his cousin, the missing Fan Gaoyi.

"Gaoyi." Fan Ming walked quickly to the bed and shouted. When he came to the bedside, he saw that the young man on the bed had his eyes tightly closed, and there was no blood on his childish face.

"Gaoyi?" Fan Ming called him again, but the young man still didn't react, obviously asleep.

Fan Ming looked back at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji said: "He is seriously injured, but I don't have to worry about my life, he is injured now, and he is stimulated, so he is still asleep at the moment." After a few more days and a better health, he will wake up. ”

When Fan Ming heard Zhao Ji say this, the stone in Fan Ming's heart fell to the ground and let out a long exhale.