There were still two days left before the scheduled date of the battle, and I was surprisingly idle a few days ago, so I was invited by an old friend to come to the cloud residence to sit down.

The woman sitting quietly opposite her had her hair in a high bun, and she was adorned with hairpins and hairpins, neat and generous, and her demeanor was dignified and beautiful. There was a slight smile on a young face, quite a bit of a noblewoman's taste.

I tasted the twenty-year-old wine she had brought and squinted at her. She was also a little uncomfortable, and quickly adjusted, and said lightly: "Right Governor, thank you for taking care of the officials last time." If you hadn't taken the initiative to ask for help, Ling'er might have lost her father. The tone is sincere, not hypocritical.

I raised my eyes and glanced at her, I used to call me Ajiang, but now I am married to the Zuo Protector and retreat into the background, I am more and more particular about etiquette, and I have a lot of words, which I don't want to see, but she feels happy.

"It's just a gesture, you and I are close friends, so you don't have to be so polite."

She shook her head with a smile, "I know that your trip is particularly dangerous, Ling'er is seriously ill, and she has been crying for her father, I have to ask you, I'm really sorry." ”

I laughed aloud and raised my hand to drink the elixir in the cup: "No need to apologize, an old love, a pot of wine, is enough." ”

"I didn't dare to ask for anything more this time. Only pray that God will open his eyes and reunite our families. There was a hint of abruptness in her tone, and she sighed softly.

"How's Ling Nu doing?" I greet politely.

"I'm almost cured, and I'm learning calligraphy at home."

I twisted my eyebrows, just wanted to persuade her to practice calligraphy is not as good as practicing martial arts, the child is still young, the pen will not be able to hold the knife after a long time, I don't want a clear figure to suddenly break into the field of vision, I am talking with others, the pair of cold eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling shocked me stiff, dumbfounded, brain slowed down a hundred times, sluggish thinking about countermeasures.

How did he end up here? This Lingyun residence is clearly half a city away from the pavilion where he lives, why did he meet here?

Noticing that I was unusual, the person on the other side gave me a puzzled look and turned to look at the door. I was so shocked by this move that I was covered in a cold sweat, and I hurriedly reached out and pulled her back, looking for a hiding place while making eye contact with her. Helplessly, this position near the wall had nothing but a square table with a half-rolled bead curtain, and the awe-inspiring momentum was rapidly approaching.

I swept a silk handkerchief on the table, swept it to the ground with a stroke of my sleeve, and then pretended to bend down to pick it up, and half of my body was hidden under the square table.

Sensing an indifferent gaze passing over me, the familiar and unfamiliar steps faded away, ascending to the second floor.

They didn't recognize me. I straightened up, and instead of letting go, my heart was full of loss. lowered his eyebrows, unwilling to let others read his thoughts.

"That's ......" The person on the other side finally spoke, and his doubts were overflowing.

"Enemy." Without thinking, he spit out these two words, and his heart ached, and his eyes were full of gloom.

"I'll take my leave first, lest you be hurt by the quest for revenge." I raised my eyes to look at my old friend opposite, and a smile tugged at the corner of my lips, "Ling'er is still young and needs to be taken care of by her mother." ”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for her to speak, he hurriedly got up and left the lobby in the crowd.

……

In the private room, the man who was talking and laughing calmly caught the figure disappearing into the endless sea of people with his residual vision, and the five fingers that were tightly in his sleeve slowly loosened, still calmly negotiating with the few people opposite, and there seemed to be a depression between his eyebrows.

A banquet seems to be unremarkable, but in fact it is undercurrent.