Jingshi has always been prosperous, and now it is the whole country jubilant lantern festival, yes, Rao is past the time, the lanes and streets are still busy, noisy and abnormal.

Nan Shuke guarded the border with the army when he was a minor, although it was not voluntary......

But year after year, he has spent half of his life in dust, sand and loess, and the border has always been poor, and those who live in peace only seek three meals and clothing, how dare they have such a luxurious measure.

After returning to Beijing, in order to avoid Nan Jiuxi's suspicion that he was forming a party behind his back, he stayed at home, and all matters were handled by others. If the situation is really urgent, you have to avoid Nan Jiuxi's eyeliner and stay in flower buildings, teahouses and other places to do it privately.

Over time, he didn't like the crowds, and his temperament became more and more quiet and cold.

Nan Shuke asked himself, except for the yin of his childhood, in the next ten years, he has never been in such a prosperous and noisy place.

Just now Xue Hainiang was by her side, and she didn't feel weird after a little attention, but now she was alone, watching people coming and going, holding lanterns and shuttling from the flow of people, she was unspeakably uncomfortable.

It seems that something is missing, and there is something more.

Nan Shuke walked into a teahouse in the alleyway and told the store to arrange a private room to sit in.

After going to the private room, he made a cup of fragrant tea and took a sip.

The private room on the second floor is in a very good location, and when you push the window and look out, your line of sight is just facing the stage.

The teahouse was full of people and lively, precisely because the tea guests came and went because of the shadow puppet show staged on the stage.

Two villains were reflected on the stage, followed by a group of soldiers on war horses and wearing armor.

Behind the stage, the storyteller's low but melodic voice of explanation kept coming.

"There are few heirs under the knees of the first emperor, and since the current saint ascended the throne, the fourth master and the fifth master have rebelled and dismissed their posts, but our third master, although this one has left the palace since he was a child and went over there to be loyal to the country, His Royal Highness King Qinghui, but with our current saint, brothers, friends and brothers. ”

......

Nan Shuke stretched out his hand to cover the window.

The private room was lit with candles, but the beauty moles under the corners of his eyes became more and more bewitching and vivid.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

As if Nan Shuke knew that this would happen, he got up quietly and opened the door and welcomed people in.

"You're alone?"

The person who came was dressed in a low-key ink-colored cardigan, and looked around as soon as he entered the private room.

"What do you think? Nan Shuke raised his eyebrows, and Shi Shiran sat down.

The man stopped being verbose and went straight to the point: "You have something to do with me?"

Nan Shuke has always known that the person in front of him cherishes words like gold, and he doesn't talk nonsense with him, "Enter the palace for me and send a secret letter to Concubine Xue Xian." After that, he had already sprinkled a few strokes of the pen, folded the letter and handed it to the other party.

"See me in a quarter of an hour. ”

The man took the letter, looked at the letter in his hand, which was so casual that even the envelope was stingy to give, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "...... A quarter of an hour?"

Nan Shuke hooked the corners of his lips, "With your skills, going back and forth is not a problem, go ahead." ”

Seeing that Nan Shuke didn't mean to joke at all, the man didn't dare to waste more time at the moment, so he got up and left, without lingering.

Nan Shuke stared at his neat figure for a long time, sighed softly, and shook his head.

There is helplessness and worry.

A quarter of an hour later.

The man in the dark cardigan arrived on time.

The teahouse is far from the palace, if according to the leg strength of a normal person, it will take about half an hour to go back and forth, and it will take some physical strength to Rao is no matter how good his skills are, and now he is already slightly panting.

As if resentful, he sat down opposite Nan Shuke, snatched the tea cup in front of him and drank it all.

Nan Shuke didn't mind the other party's disrespectful behavior at all, but patiently took another one from the tea tray and brewed clear tea.

"Qin Hao. ”

"Smack. ”

The face of the man in the ink-colored cardigan was slightly distorted, and he was gently holding the fingers of the tea cup, but the force was slightly uncontrollable, and a slight crack appeared on the high-grade blue-glazed porcelain.

"No, this has to be deducted from your salary. ”

Nan Shuke smiled at the corner of his mouth, and gently snatched the dying green glazed tea cup in his hand.

"They all said don't call me by name. "The man who called Qin Hao didn't have a face that should be called Qin Hao.

The black hair is high, and only the headband is imprisoned, as if he is dressed neatly.

With his sword eyebrows in his sideburns, his starry eyes glowing with a cold and sharp light like a blade, his eye sockets are deep-set, and his hooked nose is high and straight.

Qin is good, Qin Jin is good.

It was originally an amorous and elegant name, but now it is imposed on him, but it is incompatible and strange.

"Where is this Qin Fifteen who has such a unique artistic conception as Qin Hao?" Nan Shuke teased, completely ignoring Qin Hao's face that was already as black as the bottom of a pot.

Qin Hao made a gesture and left.

"You're leaving?" Nan Shuke hurriedly smiled.

Qin Hao didn't even want to turn around this time, so he only left his back to him, "I see that you are very good now......" There was a bit of gnashing of teeth between his words.

Nan Shuke finally stopped deliberately provoking him, "Qin Fifteen, when you first arrived in Beijing, you have never experienced the prosperity and wealth of Nanguo Jingshi...... Today is the Lantern Festival, and I will take you for a walk today. ”

The latter was silent for a while.

His steps were stiff, and he almost stumbled and fell with his left foot on his right, and then strode out like he was avoiding a flood beast.

'Bang' slammed the door open.

......

Xue Hainiang, who successfully returned to the palace, had already changed into the palace maid's outfit that had just been stored in the ready-to-wear store, combing her hair and wearing a wide-sleeved skirt in the color of the Hunan concubine.

After entering the palace and parting ways with the people who purchased the palace, Xue Hainiang deliberately walked along the secluded path that no one patrolled.

The road was pitch black, for fear of attracting patrol guards, Xue Hainiang didn't dare to turn on the lights, so she walked all the way in the dark.

Fortunately, she usually likes to walk the secluded paths that are rarely patrolled, but now she is familiar with the way.

Stumbling under her feet, Xue Hainiang's breathing was tight, and she clearly noticed a thin and tough bond coming from her ankle.

The heart is not good.

However, in the next second, there was already the sound of wind mixed with footsteps in his ears, and then his arm was twisted.

It was too late to wonder how anyone could find out about her whereabouts.

Xu is people are always extremely explosive when they encounter danger, and she can feel that the eunuchs or guards who bind her arms should be a lot of strength.

After trying her best to break free, taking advantage of the slight distraction of the person who bound her arms, Xue Hainiang stepped heavily on the side with her feet, and a cry of pain came from her ears as expected.

The strength of the clamping arms was also loosened a little, Xue Hainiang struggled hard, turned around and ran.

There was no fork in the path, so at this moment, she had to run back except to run forward.

Going forward, it is inevitable that there will be another ambush, so there seems to be no choice but to retreat.