When Xiang Nanxing woke up, he only felt sweating profusely, as if he had just been salvaged from under the water. The thick quilt covered him tightly, like a boulder pressing against his chest, making him breathless.

His head was still drowsy, and his eyes widened, staring at the snow-white ceiling and the fluorescent lamps on the wall for a moment, and slowly came back to his senses. The broken memories gradually revived from the tower, the game of guessing numbers, the confrontation with the "opossum" Twelve, the assassin who suddenly broke in, and the door that was betrayed by Liang Jingmo and gradually closed in front of him.

The conversation in front of the console flew through his mind, and then Jiang Liang's face, and the words that meant something else...... Thinking of this, Xiang Nanxing's heart suddenly shook violently, and he was about to sit up from the bed as soon as he stood up.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, there was a nasal grunt on the right, and the voice was somewhat familiar. Only then did Xiang Nanxing notice that his right hand was being held tightly by a small hand that was as soft as a boneless, and he couldn't let go of it. The owner of the hand was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was still lying on the edge of the bed and sleeping in a daze, but when she was pulled by Xiang Nanxing, she suddenly woke up, rubbed her eyes and raised her head.

When she saw Xiang Nanxing, her misty eyes suddenly lit up.

"You're finally awake!" She shouted in surprise.

She reached out to probe Xiang Nanxing's forehead, and the slight cool feeling on the back of her hand made the latter sober again. Xiang Nanxing looked around and found that he was sleeping in a hotel-style single room, his body had changed into a hotel-style white bathrobe at some point, the set of clothes he was wearing had been washed, and he was drying on the desk and the back of the chair.

This beauty who accompanies her is naturally Nangong Qian. At this time, she felt the temperature coming from the back of her hand, and the expression on her face was a little worried, but more reassured.

"The fever hasn't gone away yet, but it's much better than just now." She joked, "When you first fell asleep, your forehead was so hot that you could use it to fry eggs." ”

Xiang Nanxing shook his head slightly, adapting to this heavy feeling. "How long did I sleep?" He asked, looking out the window. It was pitch black, and there were no lights in sight, at least late at night.

"I've slept for at least seven or eight hours, and it's probably the second half of the night." Nangong Qian stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, "I don't remember very well, because I also fell asleep in the back." ”

Xiang Nanxing patted her head, got up and sat on the edge of the bed in thought. Unlike usual, Nangong Qian's attitude was a little deliberately relaxed, as if she was carefully amusing him - of course he knew the reason.

Before he fell unconscious, the last thing he had to do was to rush to Liang Jingmo's side, wanting to help him get through the most dangerous period after getting off the tower, because he knew that this murder was auspicious, he didn't ask Nangong Qian for help, and even secretly hoped that she wouldn't follow. However, now that half a day has passed, even if something happens, everything is a foregone conclusion, and there is no point in rushing over again.

Thinking of this, Xiang Nanxing's mood became heavy again.

"I'm sorry." Nangong Qian suddenly said, "I didn't go in the end." ”

Xiang Nanxing turned his head and saw Nangong Qian looking at him quietly, as if he had seen through his thinking.

"I don't blame you, you didn't have any other choice at the time."

Xiang Nanxing smiled bitterly: "It was because I was too impatient and wanted to face this matter alone, so I showed my flaws and was knocked out." After that, on the surface, it seems that you can take this risk on my behalf, but in fact, you can't leave at all, because I have fallen into the hands of Jiang Liang, and that guy's position may not be as reliable as he himself said. I know that at that time, you gave up saving Liang Jingmo, not because you cherished your life, but because you chose to stay here to protect me. ”

He bowed his head, "I have to thank you." It's me who is wrong, if it weren't for me not telling you anything, I decided to ...... on my own"

"I don't mind, don't do that." Nangong Qian grabbed his hand tightly, "This matter has passed, and there is no definite news yet, so he may not really be fine." ”

"That's right, after all, it's that Liang Jingmo."

Xiang Nanxing's eyes returned a little angry: "With the meticulousness of his thoughts, this kind of thing should have been expected before going up the tower." I guess he must have been ready in the morning to deal with the situation. ”

He said optimistic things on his lips, but he knew them well in his heart. After all, this is a chaotic Xifeng, not his home field of Liang Jingmo, and there is not much power to borrow. What Liang Jingmo can do is nothing more than borrowing a standby host from Jiang Le, but the two strongest old hosts have gone to perform other tasks, and the remaining young people will go to two or three at most, which may not be able to solve Liang Jingmo's predicament, and the best result is to expect them to break through and temporarily hide somewhere to survive.

But worrying about it, he can't do anything anymore, at most, he can only pray for Liang Jingmo here, looking forward to contacting him again one day. Just like Nangong Qian said, the matter has passed, and there are other more important things waiting for him to do than decadence and depression.

"Alright, cheer up!"

Xiang Nanxing raised his hands and slapped his face hard from both sides, using the pain to find a state of thinking. "Where are we now? What about Jiang Liang? He asked.

"It's a small hostel in the old town of Houston and the owner is a reliable person. It just so happens that you faint and you can't go far, so we'll stay here for the time being. As for Jiang Liang......"

"I'm here."

Nangong Qian was interrupted by a voice from the door in the middle of her sentence. Xiang Nanxing turned his head, but saw that Jiang Liang had been standing there for some time, and he didn't know how long he had been here. He had the same friendly smile on his face as before, and he was holding a bowl in his hand. Xiang Nanxing noticed that the bowl was filled with a pitch-black liquid, which seemed to be still very hot, and the wisps of white mist were very conspicuous in the light.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, I just heard someone saying my name as soon as I arrived." Jiang Liang smiled and put the bowl on the table, "I guess it's almost time for you to wake up, but I didn't expect your spirit to be much better than I thought." ”

"You think I'm going to be depressed all the time?" Xiang Nanxing smiled, "Don't talk nonsense, what's the situation now?" ”

"You drink the medicine first." Jiang Liang pushed the bowl of things in his hand forward, "It's inconvenient to find a pharmacy in the middle of the night, so I asked someone to pick some herbs and decoction to relieve headaches - you can't let your body drag down your brain, right?" As for the current situation......"

He pointed out the door.

"I've been discussing the next step since the evening, and it's not over yet. If you're feeling okay, come and listen, and I'll go back. ”

After Jiang Liang finished speaking, he simply left neatly, as if he had come here to deliver this bowl of medicinal soup. Xiang Nanxing stared at the pitch-black liquid in the bowl, smelling the bitter smell of grass after it had been burned, and fell into thought.

Nangong Qian on the side hesitated and said: "I have never heard of this kind of thing by using herbs to boil water, otherwise it ......"

"There's no need for him to do anything about it, and it's not a novelty." Xiang Nanxing said lightly, "When I was a child, my mother would occasionally make this kind of thing for me to drink when I was sick, and the effect was unexpectedly good. ”

"She'll do that, too." Nangong Qian was surprised.

"I don't know where he learned it."

He mumbled as he picked up the bowl. Nangong Qian didn't have time to stop it, he had already drunk half a bowl in one go.

"This kind of thing is just too bitter."

Xiang Nanxing frowned and shook his head, feeling the bitter taste rolling back and forth on the tip of his tongue. He was not in a hurry to finish drinking the rest, so he walked out of the door with a bowl of Shi Shiran. After walking a short distance down the hallway, he saw the common room on this level.

It's the middle of the night, and it's still brightly lit. The first thing Xiang Nanxing saw was Jiang Liang leaning against the door. Probably the discussion had come to an end, and although he was present, he did not participate, but assumed the posture of a spectator. Seeing Xiang Nanxing and Nangong Qian coming, he nodded and said hello.

As soon as he made a move, someone in the room immediately noticed. The man raised his head and glanced at Jiang Liang suspiciously, then followed his line of sight in the direction of the corridor. When she met Xiang Nanxing's gaze, her eyes lit up, revealing a look of surprise.

"Are you awake?"

Xiang Nanxing waved his hand, his expression embarrassed. He could see that the other party's surprise just now was real, and she was really happy that she was okay, but the more this happened, the more he felt at a loss.

To this day, Xiang Nanxing still doesn't know how to face Jiang Le. In the past, they were enemies, she was the femme fatale who had harmed herself, Shen Junhao and many others, and the hatred between the two sides was incompatible. But after the coup d'état in Xifeng, he saw a completely different Princess Jiang Le. She reflected on what she had done in the past and was determined to save the people who had suffered so much from the turmoil, even at the risk of her own life.

Although I don't know where her transformation came from, maybe it's still a little early to conclude that she has changed her mind, but at least her image in Xiang Nanxing's mind is very different from before. Probably the two will never become friends for the rest of their lives, but in the matter of quelling the chaos, Xiang Nanxing doesn't mind believing in Jiang Le's determination.

Seeing Jiang Le, he naturally saw the people around Jiang Le. They were originally discussing passionately around a table, but Jiang Le's voice made them all stop talking, and Qi Shushu turned his gaze to this side. Xiang Nanxing recognized the two hosts behind Jiang Le, "Floating Ice" Xueyan and "Caiyan" Wenji, as well as the mysterious maid who almost never left, but the rest were all fresh faces, and several other hosts like "Mr. Sen" and "Cangjie" were not present.

This unexpected discovery made Xiang Nanxing's heart suddenly "chuckle".

Jiang Le interrupted the meeting and introduced the people present to him one by one. These people are not in high positions, but it is clear that most of them can play a role in the next action. For example, there is an engineer who works in the power system and can control the power supply of the whole city, there is a leader who is quite famous in the underworld and responds to every call, and there are talents from all walks of life, as long as there is a suitable division of tasks, they can contribute their own strength.

One of the most crucial of this is the old architect who has the drawings of the palace. It is said that the current Xifeng Palace was designed by him when he was young. In addition to those on the surface, he also designed underground secret passages at the request of the royal family so that there was a way back in case of emergency. But on the other hand, it means that outsiders can also infiltrate the palace through secret passages.

This is exactly the topic that Jiang Le and the people at this table just discussed.

It's just that these secret passages are criss-crossed, like a huge labyrinth, and if you are not careful, you will get lost in it, and instead become a turtle in an urn, even the old architect who designed it back then can't remember all the details. Fortunately, in addition to his memory, he also kept the design drawings of the time. Under the gaze of Jiang Le and others, he sketched out a whole route to infiltrate the palace and retreat on the drawings.

"That's pretty much it." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled kindly, "As long as you don't go the wrong way, I can guarantee that nothing will go wrong." ”

"Thank you for your hard work, and I have to trouble your old man to stay up late." Jiang Le bowed in thanks. On the other side, Xiang Nanxing had already squeezed into the crowd, looking down at the drawings spread out on the table.

"I see, use the route marked on the drawings to infiltrate the palace."

He looked at the route drawn on the drawings thoughtfully. Jiang Le thought that he couldn't understand it, and was thinking about whether to introduce the route once, but saw Xiang Nanxing take a deep sip of the bowl while watching, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"It's too bitter."

He complained, suddenly flipped the bowl, and actually spilled the remaining medicinal soup directly on this precious drawing!

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