Futu quickly put down the tea in his hand.

"Let's go!"

In An Lehou's mansion, four black-clothed people surrounded An Lehou, did not approach him but did not let him leave, and the black-clothed people did not hold swords in their hands, but held wooden branches, obviously not to take his life.

An Lehou frowned and looked at the four people.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

The black-clothed masked people were silent, and An Lehou wanted to leave as soon as he flicked his sleeves. But the four of them held the wooden branch in their hands horizontally.

"Please don't make me wait for me."

One of the men in black whispered.

"Who are you?"

In addition to the cool breeze at night, no one answered An Lehou's questions.

At this moment, Jimo Qinghe and Futu had already arrived outside the gate of Anlehou's Mansion, and a figure by the wall was already waiting beside him, seeing Jimo Qinghe coming, he stepped forward and bowed down to hand him the pigeon in his hand.

"Childe."

Jimo Qinghe took the letterhead from the pigeon's leg.

"If you promise a promise, the ends of the earth, why do you want to force each other in front of people."

Fortu tilted his neck to read it.

"This An Lehou, what kind of drama is this singing?"

Instant ink and thoughtfulness.

"Probably we can't get in through the main entrance."

As he spoke, he glanced back at Yidong, and Yidong immediately understood.

"Yes, the subordinates will guard the front door and not let anyone disturb Childe."

Jimo Qinghe nodded slightly, Yidong bowed and stepped back, and Futu glanced at the two suspiciously.

"Lord Zuoxiang, this is ......"

Before Futu could finish speaking, the man in black on the side pulled his arm and flew upward, Futu was so frightened that he closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already fallen in the courtyard of the mansion where he was waiting, he immediately turned around and saw that Jimo Qinghe was already standing on the ground, only the cloud sleeves and clothes fluttered slightly.

The learning of flying eaves and walking on the wall for people who practice martial arts is really useful, and when they go back, they must let those two boys step up their practice, so that they can protect the king in the future, Futu thought to himself.

"Master Fortu, let's go."

Ji Mo Qinghe raised his feet and walked to the backyard, the man in black had also retreated to the side, and Futu hurriedly followed.

An Le Hou in the backyard looked at the four people who didn't let him move half a step with an angry face, if it weren't for the fear of alarming the servants in the mansion, how could these people be so presumptuous at this moment.

"Who the hell sent you! When the Chao Anle Mansion is also a place where you dare to make a time! ”

An Lehou asked again, although his tone was full of dissatisfaction, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Anle Houfu is naturally something that no one dares to make."

A clear voice came, and An Le waited to hear the voice.

The three people in front of him, the leader of the man was light and slow, his face was handsome, half of his hair was tied with a silver crown, and the other half was draped over his shoulders.

The other two, one was dressed in black and masked, no different from the people who trapped him, and the other was obviously older, wearing a pale yellow brocade robe, with a broad chest, but a pair of eyes were shining with cold stars, and the night was a little dim, and An Le Hou looked at a few people carefully.

In Haotian, it is a rule set by the ancestors that the marquis of the outer gate is not allowed to participate in politics, and An Lehou will only enter the palace to congratulate during festivals and ceremonies.

"Who are you, and why did you enter my mansion late at night?"

Seeing that the main lord had finally arrived, An Le Hou simply didn't want to break through, and asked with a shelf.

Jimo Qinghe walked to the bright place of the lantern in the courtyard, and the light and shadow hit his side face, showing even more fierce than the daylight.

"Ben Xiang is also very curious, why An Le Hou is still entangled here in this situation, unwilling to shout for help."

"Ben...... ......"

An Le Hou looked at the lonely Jimo Qinghe, and then glanced at Futu with an inquiring face, he had seen the back of this Zuo Xiang when he congratulated the king in the city tower during the Spring Flower Festival, and this time he thought about it, but it was indeed similar.

"Are you, Lord Fortu?"

An Lehou suddenly remembered that he had had had a few drinks with Futu at the palace banquet a few years ago.

"Thanks to An Lehou, I still remember it."

Although Futu is polite, it is not so nice in the tone.