The black shadow outside the window seemed to have been struggling with the question of whether to come in for a long time, and he had no consciousness that he had been discovered, Zuo Chen began to pretend to be asleep cautiously to confuse the judgment of the man in black outside, but then Zuo Chen found that he seemed to have overestimated the IQ of the man in black who broke through the empty door at night, and he couldn't understand what he was here for.

We should all be considerate of our little dust's entangled mood, shouldn't the thief find a room that looks more gorgeous and start, if he is an assassin, he shouldn't be dangling outside the door at the moment, if he is here to peek at state secrets, then it can't be said, he should go to the door of the study to be entangled instead of standing at the door of someone's bedroom and looking.

From this point of view, this man in black is not a thief, not an assassin, and not a person who spies on secrets, but he stands in the courtyard of someone else's house in the middle of the night and looks around, there is only one possibility, this man in black is a flower thief.

See, our handsome and extraordinary Prime Minister Zuo Dacheng's face turned green when he thought of this possibility, and he didn't see the person at the door coming in Zuo Chen was a little breathless, and when his subordinates just wanted to make some moves, they heard a birdsong crisp and pleasant, from far and near.

Zuo Chen squinted his eyes and stared outside for a long time, and then pulled up the quilt that had been half lifted and slept in his kimono, and after a while, the man in black who had been wandering outside the house quietly came to Zuo Chen's bed, and stood for a long time and gritted his teeth before reaching out to lift the quilt, his hand did not touch the corner of the quilt, and in the next moment, his neck was stuck by Zuo Chen without any defense, and his face turned red into pig gall.

"Say, who sent you?" The low voice with a hint of hoarseness, the candle flame lit casually swayed out of the dim light, shining on the half-lying person on the bed actually looked extremely lazy, the half-open white chest was tight and smooth with the unique color of silk, the long hair was naturally scattered along the neck with a different style, the contrast between yellow and black brought people a visual impact and was accompanied by danger, the dazzling black eyes revealed the wildness, at this moment Zuo Chen is more like an American panther waiting for the opportunity to hunt, lazy and elegant but dangerous and intimidating.

Tightening the strength of his hand, he pulled the man who had been watching him in a daze until now from his distraction.

Zuo Chen fumbled impatiently on him for a long time and turned to a bright yellow secret letter, Zuo Chen was a little dumbfounded and looked at the man in black who was about to roll his eyes while holding his neck in his hand, and subconsciously let go of his hand and let him move freely.

His hand suddenly seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties, and the bright and bright colors reminded him of his identity all the time, the secret letter was sealed with fiery red lacquer and slightly warm, and the rumbling placket of Zuo Chen's mouth was a little twitching before he respectfully opened the secret letter.

The secret letter is made of the best Jinxuan in the imperial study, and the cotton-white paper is written with five big characters written with Anfang's special plum marks.

It has been more than half a month since he was appointed prime minister, and Zuo Chen has been secretly muttering in his heart what this little emperor means, and he chose to meet in private at this time. What time is it now, don t you have to sleep at night, and there is a place to meet is not in your imperial study, why did you still run to the place where you drank flower wine in Yilan Pavilion.

Zuo Chen was silent in his heart, while putting on his coat under the faint candlelight, although he had been discussing in his heart, but if you borrowed ten guts from him, he didn't dare not go.

When Zuo Chen put on the crescent-colored gown, he turned into a gentle and elegant good boy, with a paper fan in his hand, his ink-colored hair outlined a bewitching arc on his side, the corners of his mouth hooked up a dissolute smile, and his half-closed phoenix eyes were charming and profound, Zuo Chen at this moment was more like a charming poppy, knowing the danger, but still involuntarily wanting to get closer.

Looking at the merry Jia Gongzi in the bronze mirror, Zuo Chen raised his eyebrows proudly, and then he came back to his senses and wanted to find the man in black who was thrown aside by him just now, the unlucky secret guard, obviously just sent a letter on the order of the saint, but when he met the prime minister in his sleep, he was entangled, entangled, wandering, not knowing whether to go in or not.

In the end, His Majesty was anxious and urged him again before he came in tremblingly, and was still thinking about how to call the Prime Minister up, but he was choked and almost didn't lose his breath, and he was easily let go and hid in the dark.

"Come out and take me to Yilan Pavilion." Just when Zuo Chen turned around, he sensitively felt a fluctuation of breath coming from the dark, and wondered whether to apologize to this unlucky guy, it seems that he should have been scared by himself just now.

But you can't blame yourself for being too careful, not coming out in the middle of the night, basically there are not a few good stubbles, if it weren't for this guy's idiotic behavior, I'm afraid this would have been a corpse lying in the back garden.

"Yes." A voice suddenly came from the darkness, and then a dark shadow shook through the candle flame, and then there was no more sound.

There was silence on the streets of Kyoto at the time of the child, and only occasionally the sound of beating and a few barking dogs could be heard, and our Zuo Da Prime Minister followed the fleeting figure closely to the only noisy Hualiu Lane in the entire capital, which was the only city in the country that never sleeps with the acquiescence of His Majesty the Emperor.

Strings of flaming red lanterns are hung high on both sides of the street, and there are pedestrians and young people who come and go, and there are elderly people, all of whom have different appearances and clothes, but most of them have the same point of a woman with a rouge gouache smell, and the appearance of walking is also swaying and leisurely.

Yilan Pavilion is the innermost part of this street, different from the vulgar ones on the outside, there are no scantily clad women outside with handkerchiefs and cheap rouge solicitors, and there are no bright colors of red and purple to attract people's attention.

The whole building of Yilan Pavilion is magnificent, there are a lot of gold dust painted on the porch outside, inlaid with more than a dozen bowls of big night pearls for lighting, and the guests who come in and out also look a lot more serious, although they can't hide the bruised kiss marks in some parts and a woman who seems to have incense, but the clothes are neatly dressed, the manners are also polite, and the indifferent cheeks are hung with the hypocritical alienation above the court.

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