She herself relied on her beauty to be safe and sound, and with her beauty, she saved the lives of her eldest brother and sister-in-law, leaving incense for the Ling family.

Now, she has become someone else's personal maidservant, and she has plummeted from the daughter of the family, even though there are many unwillingness in her heart, but what so what?

In this patriarchal era, she has nothing but beauty.

No, she also has the maid Mingyue by her side.

Ling Lu looked at the dripping autumn rain outside, sighed faintly, and heard a slight hum in her ears. The groaning sounded like it came from the next room.

Ling Lu's beautiful eyes wandered, walked out of the room, and came to the door of Mingyue's room with light steps.

Odd?

She heard a moan just now. The groan came from Mingyue's room, and after a while, there was no sound.

Ling Lu's puzzled look flashed away, did she hear it wrong?

Ling Lu breathed a long sigh of relief, she thought about many things alone during this time, and over time, she often heard some ethereal voices in her ears.

It was estimated that Mingyue was resting, and Ling Lu immediately turned around and returned to the room.

Just as she was back, she heard a hum coming from the next room again. Moaning, and squeaks against the wall.

Ling Lu felt that she was a little tired, so she immediately didn't pay attention to the ethereal sound, and instead went to the bed to pull the quilt to rest.

Sleeping on the couch, she listened to the sermon again with a slight lightness. Moaning, sometimes groaning, sometimes a man's rough gasp.

Ling Lu covered her ears with the quilt, and the voice disappeared completely.

In the afternoon.

Yang Xiaoyu crawled down from Mingyue's delicate body with beads of sweat.

Putting on his clothes and telling Mingyue who was sleeping on the couch and gasping slightly, Yang Xiaoyu opened the door and glanced outside the courtyard, seeing that the autumn rain was still lingering and the courtyard was empty. He ran out with a puff of smoke.

The autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is rainy and smoky, standing in the Yang Mansion, looking three hundred steps away, only to see a white expanse, nothing can be seen clearly.

Yang Xiaoyu returned to his room and chatted with Zhu Ningmeng for a while. After lunch, he left the former mansion on the grounds of business.

Night fell on the earth, the autumn rain was fine, the sky was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Yang Xiaoyu took Mingyue out of the back door and got into the carriage prepared in advance.

The two were dressed in black, and Mingyue's side-by-side black hair was tied up with a hairpin, and they held swords in their hands. Dressed as a heroine.

Yang Xiaoyu was wearing a night suit, with a sketch on his body, a dagger hidden in his boots, and nothing else.

Dozens of guards around the carriage wore hats, wore black clothes, and rode tall horses, escorting the carriage to set off slowly.

The streets were deserted, and there was not a single person.

Only the sound of the carriage turning and gurgling and splashing muddy water.

About an hour later. The carriage stopped in an alley.

Yang Xiaoyu took Mingyue to get out of the carriage and gave an order to the guards. Let them wait here.

The two men were masked in black scarves and walked through the dark streets to a wall two feet high.

Mingyue chuckled, her body was as light as a swallow, and with a slight force under her feet, she jumped up against the wall. Smoothly landed on it.

Yang Xiaoyu didn't have such effort, he grabbed the sword handed down by Mingyue and struggled to climb onto the wall.

It was dark under the wall, and Yang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and jumped down first.

All he could feel was the sound of the wind blowing in his ears. Then he fell to the ground, and the force of the fall was too strong, and he was uncomfortable for a while.

The bright moon fell lightly beside him like a ghost, without making a sound.

Yang Xiaoyu rubbed his aching calves, stood up and pulled Mingyue's little hand, and walked gently towards the faint light of fire coming from in front of him.

This is the palace of Nanning County.

Perhaps because of the rain, there are very few patrol guards in the county king's mansion today.

Yang Xiaoyu pulled Mingyue to the back garden, hiding under the dark corner, he carefully looked at the mansion in front of him, thought for a moment, and pulled Mingyue towards another small courtyard.

In front of the small courtyard stood two guards carrying lanterns.

Yang Xiaoyu was a little stunned, with his three-legged cat kung fu, he couldn't control the two big men.

Mingyue beside her lowered her voice: "You stay here!" Then he took his sword and galloped past like a ghost.

After a while, Mingyue walked to the front of the mansion, she took advantage of the cover of the wall, slowly moved over, the long sword in her hand was unsheathed, and her delicate body suddenly appeared, the two guards did not expect anyone to dare to break into the county king's mansion, and just wanted to shout, she was wiped by Mingyue's sword across her neck, her eyes were closed, and her body fell to the ground.

Yang Xiaoyu in the distance didn't expect Mingyue to be so powerful, and in the blink of an eye, he cleaned up the two of them, and he hurriedly rushed over and moved the bodies of the two guards to the corner of the courtyard.

Yang Xiaoyu glanced at the courtyard and saw that the layout of the courtyard was seven points similar to the sketch in his arms, and the rooms on both sides of the courtyard were dark and gloomy, and only the middle room was lit.

Yang Xiaoyu pulled Mingyue and galloped quickly to the door of the middle room, and glanced inside through the window paper, this is a Buddhist hall, and rows of candles are lit inside, illuminating the entire room.

"Enter!"

Yang Xiaoyu pushed open the door and pulled Mingyue in.

Closing the door, he took a closer look at the Buddha Hall, smiled, walked to the left side of the Buddha Hall, and turned vigorously against a protruding stone slab, and the heavy wall creaked.

A narrow stone door opened, and it was dark inside.

Yang Xiaoyu walked in front with the candle in front of the Buddha Hall, Mingyue followed behind him with a sword, and the two bent down to enter.

It was a secret room with three large chests on the floor, a desk with two books on top of it, and behind the desk was a row of bookshelves with many books.

Yang Xiaoyu opened the box and took a look, it was full of gold, silver and jewelry, he put the candle on the table, picked up the booklet on the table and looked at it a few times, and then put the booklet in its place.

The bookshelves are some forbidden. Books such as taboo include the famous records of the Song Dynasty and the secret records of the Mengyuan court.

Half an hour later, Yang Xiaoyu turned over everything, smiled, didn't bring anything, and pulled Mingyue out of the secret room.

Sealing the door of the secret room outside, they hurried out of the courtyard and left the house in the direction they came.

There was a light rain in the dark night sky, and there were few people in the county king's mansion, Yang Xiaoyu took Mingyue and returned to the place where they jumped off the wall.

When he went up the wall, it was still Mingyue who pulled Yang Xiaoyu over the wall.

The two returned to the carriage, took off the black scarf, Yang Xiaoyu fell on the rain on his body, and asked with a smile: "Do you know how to make a dragon robe?" ”

"You mean the emperor's clothes?" Mingyue asked in disbelief.

"Not bad!" Yang Xiaoyu nodded and smiled. (To be continued......)