The two were stunned and looked at Zhao Chen together.

"It's been around for a thousand years." Zhao Chen didn't blink his eyes, and said softly: "Don't say it's a beautifully made porcelain vase, it's a dead person, you put it aside for thousands of years, I'm afraid it's worth a little money." ”

Shuangxi looked at the debris on the ground in amazement, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Isn't this the vase he picked up on the street last month for three taels of silver?

Liang Xu, who had taken care of everything before, looked at Xia Mingji, and the meaning of the inquiry was obvious.

What should I do if I encounter someone who "touches porcelain"?

At this time, the official approached and said, "My lord, I have searched everywhere, but there is nothing." ”

… It's harder to do -

"Prince Wu..."Xia Mingji, who received the look, was interrupted as soon as he spoke.

"Two adults." Zhao Chen took the tea with a smile and took a sip, "You disturbed this king for half the night, and smashed the treasures collected by this king, and now you want to tell this king that you haven't found anything?" ”

She smiled colder and colder, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said softly: "This king has been grounded by His Majesty, but he has not yet fallen, and anyone can take the opportunity to step on his feet." ”

"You, you're serious." Xia Mingji gritted his teeth, "Just tell me how much you should lose!" ”

"I heard that Songzhu Zhai produced a thousand-year-old jade a few days ago and sold it for 30,000 gold." Zhao Chen's tone was plain, "We are all colleagues in the court, and this king is not good for the lion to open his mouth, this porcelain vase is only counted as two thousand gold." ”

"Wanjin?!" Xia Mingji's face trembled, ignoring Liang Xu's pull, "You should also know how much we have, you want our family to drink the Northwest Wind for the rest of our lives?!" ”

He said righteously and indignantly, but suddenly there was a very slight noise and the sound of swords and soldiers on the street.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered Jiang Hetong, who had withdrawn inexplicably.

"In this way, let's talk about it later, and the two officials will never repay their debts." Xia Mingji suppressed the fire in his heart and said that he was about to leave.

They brought people in the middle of the night, and searched King Wu's mansion again, not to find evidence of Cai Wen or Prince Wu's murder, so as to make a contribution...

"Wait." Zhao Chen's voice was not high, "The overnight debt can be doubled, let's talk about the profit first." ”

Liang Xu was also anxious, and said quickly: "No need to talk about it, that's all there is to the lower official, you take it first, count the profits tonight, and let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

He took it out of his bosom, threw the pile of bits and pieces on the stone table, and stopped walking.

Seeing that Zhao Chen didn't stop him again, the rest of Xia Mingji had no choice but to pinch his nose and admit it, and took out what he was carrying.

When the courtyard was quiet again, Zhao Chen squinted his eyes and smiled, handed over the silver ticket to the happy Shuangxi, and said to the people in the house: "Let's go back and sleep again." ”

The people in the house dispersed, Han Feng arranged the guards, stepped forward and asked, "Do your subordinates need to go over and have a look?" ”

Zhao Chen shook his head, turned to Meng Yong, who was standing silently aside, and said softly, "I want to go and see the excitement myself." ”

………

Dawn is approaching, the night is thin, and the pale thin black is spread in the sky, like a black ink smudged on white paper.

Meng Yong jumped onto the roof of the backyard with Zhao Chen in his arms, and took her to find a clean place to sit down.

The atmosphere between the two was as always, and there was no indication that there had just been a "fight".

"It's good to know martial arts..."Zhao Chen looked at the outside of the Shangshu Mansion next door, and said enviously: "In such a high place, it will come up as soon as you jump high, and it feels good not to mention convenience." ”

Meng Yong was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Let Fu Zheng show you another day, although it has been so many years, he may have any way to heal, wait for you to get better, in the next-"

"He can't even detect my pulse, what kind of doctor is he going to treat." She waved her hand, "I just said casually, if I am really allowed to practice martial arts, I will not be able to endure that hardship." ”

The two sides are silent.

——

At this time, outside the Hubu Shangshu Mansion, it was even more lively than the previous Wuwang Mansion.

A group of about thirty people in black shuttled through the officers and guards in a well-coordinated manner.

At the head was a muscular man, wandering around the field, while secretly glancing at the end of the long street.

In front of the house.

After losing his son and being stopped again, Jia Fu, the head of the household, had red eyes, and stood behind the guards and kept commanding.

Jiang Hetong, who had arrived earlier, was beside him and kept persuading: "... Lord Jia was a little relieved, the lower officials had already notified the City Defense Department and other departments, and the thieves who kidnapped the noble prince would definitely not be able to escape from the city..."

Jia Fu kept his mouth shut, afraid that he would scold as soon as he opened his mouth.

If your son is kidnapped, are you in a hurry?

At this time, Xia and Liang also hurriedly came with troops, first glared at Jiang Hetong, who said that he was going to protect people, but in fact he secretly poked and poked at Jiang Hetong, and then ordered together.

After listening to a few words, Xia Mingji asked with a calm face: "Lord Jia, how long has your son been taken captive?" ”

"But for a moment!" Jia Fu clenched his teeth.

As soon as they started talking, there was a change in the field over there.

The leader of the men in black suddenly made a few gestures, shook his sword and rushed towards the side of the army first.

——

"That person looks amazing, aren't you going to help him?" Zhao Chen, who was watching the play on the roof, asked sideways.

Meng Yong shook his head: "It's not a relative, there is no reason to help each other." After a pause, "You can let Yingchun go." ”

Since Cai Wen fled, Yingchun has not appeared, and it seems that this person is beginning to suspect that she sent Yingchun to do something else.

She smiled and changed the topic and asked, "Aren't we two related?" ”

"We're world friends, that's not what you said?" Meng Yong replied lightly.

She tilted her body and lay on his lap familiarly, "Don't pull it, what's the world?" Are you—" She shrunk back into his long coat and asked with a foolish smile, "Do you have any feelings for me?" ”

Meng Yong lowered his head to look at her, and directly took off his long fur and wrapped her tightly, but he didn't say a word.

With such a fan, a slight bloody breath came back from very close range.

Zhao Chen tilted his head slightly, and saw his hand punctured by wolf fangs, and his eyes couldn't help but think.

"By the way, you haven't even said it, where are you from? What about parents? She asked suddenly.

"Born in the capital, grew up in the market, and was brought into the drama troupe by the family teacher since he was a child." Meng Yong's voice was flat, "If you really count it, you can only say that you are from the rivers and lakes." ”

Zhao Chen blinked, "That's still strange and pitiful, I heard that you entered the pear orchard at the age of ten, how old was that play?" ”

"When I remembered, I was about four or five years old, and I couldn't open my voice at that time, so I had to learn the style first..."

Zhao Chen listened to him talk about learning drama as a child, and his eyes flickered.

Is she too careful?

She looked up at Meng Yong, who was still talking while reminiscing.

The dawn light on the horizon reflects his delicate face, the edges and corners are soft as water, the eyebrows and eyes are as lonely as night, and a pair of fox-like eyes like a phoenix seem to hide a pool of water that does not know the depth, hiding all emotions in it.

There is only a coldness that makes people want to stay away.

Not really.

In my memory, the man was as bright as the rising sun, and when he laughed, he flew freely...

People can't help but get close to each other after a little while.

It was a person who liked to laugh with two tiger teeth, a person who was naïve, frank, and thought he had saved her, a person who patted her chest and said that she wanted to step on the world.

That's a person who looks a lot like her now—

"I've watched it all day, haven't seen enough?" Meng Yong suddenly lowered his eyes and chuckled.

Zhao Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed his eyes hard, but unfortunately he couldn't hold it round.

After a while, she withdrew her hand and muttered, "Your eyes... It's not pretty. ”

"It's better than Lin Seventeen." He said casually, and stood up with her half-armed, "The excitement is about to disperse, there is nothing to see, let's go back." ”

Only then did Zhao Chen put away his thoughts and looked at the front of Shangshu Mansion.

In just a few moments, the group of men in black had already broken through to the end of the long street, and they were about to escape.

"What a bunch of useless—" Zhao Chen pouted, and Meng Yong led her off the roof.