She just temporarily decided to come to the Zhenguo Marquis's Mansion.

It's just that if she enters the house, the house will be busy, so she only told the cicada to run once, and this thing was only handed over to the gatehouse, so as not to provoke people's eyes.

The cicada answered, took the slingshot, and got out of the carriage.

Outside, it rained again, and it was already wetting the long street.

Zhao Ning lifted the curtain of the car and looked out of the car window, saw the cicada holding an umbrella and skirt up the stone steps, said a few words to the porter, handed over the things to them, turned around and walked back.

This is done, although it is only a trivial matter, she can be regarded as a matter of trust, loyalty, Zhao Ning thought so, and was about to put down the curtain.

Suddenly, a cyan figure came into view.

The man did not have an umbrella, he ran very fast in the rain, and his tall body was hunched, and he did not know what was protecting his chest, but the back and shoulders of his shirt were soaking wet.

In a moment, the man had already taken three or two steps up the stone steps in front of the Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion, and when he met the cicada who was just going down the stone steps, he slowed down his steps, let go to the side, lowered his eyebrows, and did not squint, and when the cicada walked down, he stepped up.

The porter was obviously familiar with him, and shouted with a smile, and greeted him. While the two were talking, the porter handed him a handkerchief.

The cicada held an umbrella and stopped to look back for a moment, then suddenly quickened her pace and ran over.

Zhao Ning didn't notice those, just looked at it casually, the person was wearing a cyan official uniform, he should be a six-grade petty official, at this time, he could barely see his face through the rain and fog, but he was handsome and angular. Talking to the porter, he took the handkerchief, but he was not in a hurry to wipe his slightly wet sideburns, but lowered his head to wipe the things in his arms, looking like that, it should be an official document or something.

The porter didn't know what to say to him, so he stood by the door and waited, but his back was straight, and his face was even more solemn, and he waited there quietly, like a silent mountain.

At this time, the cicada had already put away the umbrella and got into the carriage, for some reason, a little excited on her face, and when she saw Zhao Ning lifting the curtain and looking out, she saw that it was also at the door of the Zhenguo Marquis's Mansion, and she couldn't help but smile with a deep meaning on her face.

Zhao Ning was looking at it interestingly, thinking about such weather, the man was soaking wet, but he stood there motionless, looking at that appearance, was it not cold?

Therefore, when he heard the movement, he did not look back, but just asked, "Are you done?" Actually, she saw it all, but she just asked casually.

Behind her, Cicada said "um", "Master Hou and Lord Xie have not returned to the house yet, the slave and maid have explained to the concierge, and when Lord Xie returns to the house, he will definitely hand over the things with his own hands." ”

Zhao Ning nodded silently, his eyes still glued.

Cicada stepped forward and whispered, "Princess, it's quite a coincidence, guess what's that person's surname?" ”

There is something in the cicada's words, which is too obvious, and this tone has a deep meaning...... Zhao Ning's heart couldn't help but move.

This person is wearing the official uniform of a six-rank civil official, and the porter is familiar with him, so he must have come to the Houhou Mansion often. My cousin served in Dali Temple, and after my uncle stepped down from the military, he was appointed as a waiter in the Ministry of Rites, so he was either from Dali Temple or from the Ministry of Rites. When he came, he should have delivered the papers, but because his uncle and cousin were not there, he waited outside the mansion. Although waiting, he was not arrogant or impatient, and he looked at the rain curtain calmly, and he would rather get wet than protect the paperwork, and he was a responsible and careful person.

And what can make the cicada speak in such a tone is naturally .....

Zhao Ning had already guessed in his heart, and sure enough, the next moment, Cicada Er smiled and said, "The slave listened to the porter brother calling him, Master Sun." ”

Dali Temple does not have the official position of director. That can only be the head of the Ministry of Rites, and he happens to be surnamed Sun.

Zhao Ning's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the figure standing like a bamboo pole in the rain curtain, and his thoughts drifted away.

Cicada was just waiting in front of her, what Ye Xinyi and Zhaoning said, she naturally heard it, she didn't expect that she would meet this person so coincidentally at this time, Cicada thought that she went to the Buddha today to worship incense, isn't it the blessing of the Buddha, this will send people to the eyes? Isn't this fate?

And, at first glance, this guy is really good. It's nothing if the official position is lower, and if you become a colt, it is not impossible to go further, but it can only be a false position and no real power. But the appearance is good, and the family population is simple. It's just that Cicada thinks about it in her heart, these things, no matter what, shouldn't be something that she can put her beak in, even Mrs. Shen just mentioned it, let the princess think about it for herself, and Cicada naturally won't talk too much. So after that sentence, she fell silent.

Zhao Ning retracted his gaze, lowered the curtain, and said, "Let's go", his face was plain, but he couldn't see anything.

Zhenguo Marquis's Mansion, but Xie Ming didn't come back until nightfall. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the mansion, the porter brought the things sent by the cicada.

Xie Ming asked a few words, and then knew that it was sent by the palace maid who was waiting for Princess Zhaoning, so he didn't say anything more.

It's just that on the way back to the study, he rubbed the slingshot and didn't say anything for a while. If it weren't for this slingshot, that day, he wouldn't have been careless and entered the game set up by others.

It would be terrible to think that the person who used this slingshot to lure him into the game was too scheming, and even he didn't know enough to see it so thoroughly.

Who it was, he didn't have no guesses in his heart.

It's just that for now, he can only stand still for the time being. What's more, compared to the person who set up the bureau, Xie Ming was more angry, but it was himself. Why can you be confused because of a slingshot? Looking down at the slingshot in his hand, Xie Ming was a little impetuous, threw down the slingshot, and strode to the table. The paper on the desk was paved, he cleaned his hands, sharpened the ink, and wrote calmly for a while, and then he felt that the manic depression in his heart was slightly relieved.

When he casually glanced at the slingshot that he had dropped, his eyes were deep, and in such a chaotic situation that day, he still left this slingshot behind, with Zhaoning's temperament, I am afraid that he will not remember to put this thing away. That...... Who will put it away?

Xie Ming suddenly thought of someone, and pulled open the drawer under the case on the right hand side, and took out a handful of Iron General from it. The lock is made of stainless steel, and the workmanship is also fine, which is the craftsmanship of the internal officials and supervisors. It was that day, the lock on the water pavilion near the stream. After the lock was split by Shen Yue's wife, he threw it directly into the stream under the water pavilion, and that day, after he jumped down the stream, he was frozen by the stream, and his mind was much clearer, so he dived into the water and touched the lock.

In the past few days, he has not known how many times he has carefully examined this lock, that day, his reason was destroyed by the drug, and his mind was a little confused, but even so, his keen senses still vaguely remembered the movement of her splitting and throwing locks.