A thin man, with a pair of triangular eyes constantly looking around, and a mustache, the more he looked, the more he looked like a mouse.

Shui Yueran kept stroking the layers of goosebumps on her arms, you know, she hated rats in her life.

Deciding not to look at him anymore, the afterglow looked at the layout of the room.

Needless to say, looking at the cabinets full of calligraphy and paintings, and the shelves full of strange stone antiques, there is only a golden silk nanmu desk and Zhang Taishi's chair, which is obviously the study.

I saw that the man looked at it carefully, and stopped on the carving on the second floor of the cabinet on his left.

With a light touch of his hand, the second layer of the cabinet slowly opened, and in the middle was a box with a piece of sheepskin.

Carefully spreading it out, the man took out the paper he had brought with him and copied it.

In about an hour, he finished copying, cleaned up, and put it away as it was.

And found a copy in the middle of a pile of similar recitals next to him, spread it out and looked at it carefully, and then received it in his arms.

There is something strange. Shui Yueran raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully.

During this period, the patrol guards came no less than five times, and each time they extinguished the fire at a moment before the guard's corner.

He must have been unusually familiar with the workings of the Prince's Mansion. And what did he steal?

No matter what, just take a look.

Shui Yueran thought of this, looked at the man intently, watched him tiptoe out of the study, and was about to start, but someone was faster than her!

The man was wearing a black power suit, covering his face with the same black cloth as Shui Yueran, and he couldn't see his face clearly. With his sword in hand, he rushed towards the roe deer-headed man.

The lewd man was also not an ordinary person, and he felt that his breath was wrong, so he hurriedly flashed his body and dodged the attack of the black-clothed assassin sideways.

By the time the Assassin turned, he was already three steps away.

The black-clothed assassin didn't expect the man to have such skills, but he was stunned for a moment. The figure flashed, and stabbed at the man's door again.

The man raised his leg and took out the dagger hidden in his boot, and pointed it at the assassin's sword, only to hear two "clangs", which was particularly loud in the dark night.

Because the assassin was on guard this time, he walked with a sword in his hand, and his feet pressed closely.

At first, the obscene man could barely cope, but after about three moves, he was a little overwhelmed, and his speed was obviously unable to keep up with the assassin, and the clothes on his body had been torn several times, and the things he had just stolen in the study fell from his arms.

Although he knew that the object had fallen, the man did not bother to pick it up, and the assassin's sword came up like a raindrop, and he had no time to care about anything else.

Golden opportunity! Shui Yueran saw the opportunity, slipped nearby, and took advantage of their inattention, quickly picked up the paperwork on the ground and stuffed it into her arms.

Just as they were about to turn around and leave, at this moment, the patrol guards who heard the sound had quickly gathered and surrounded the three of them.

It's really unlucky, Shui Yueran sighed helplessly.

"They're assassins, they've come to steal the secret documents in the palace, catch them!"

"Yes, Master Wu!"

As he spoke, he quietly transferred the dagger he held to his sleeve.

pretending to be a frightened weak scholar, the vicious appearance just now seemed to be just an illusion of Shui Yueran.

What a thief shouting to catch a thief! For no reason, they became scapegoats.

Shui Yueran was obviously a little indignant, silently chanting in her mouth, snapping her fingers, Wu Yong's feet slipped inexplicably, and her head fell directly on the pebble that was half a meter under her.