Chapter Twenty-Eight: Living Next Door to the Prime Minister's Mansion
"Thank you, butler. Xie Changyu bowed his head, thinking about waiting to settle down and then make plans, no matter what, the Xie family's trip to the muddy waters and the ducks on the shelves, she had to go down.
As for what the Xie family's house looked like, Xie Changyu didn't have a chance to see it before he was reborn. The outer house, the outer house, it doesn't sound as the desolate side house of the main house.
She originally thought that the outer house was a barren mountain and mountain exiled to the outskirts of the city, but the truth was unexpected.
The Xie family's outer house is still in Wuyi Lane, located at the tail of this official alley, and it is a small house with two entrances and two exits.
The most important thing is that the next-door neighbor is the prime minister's official residence......
Xie Changyu stood on the wide avenue and was stunned for a long time, and when she came back to her senses, she smiled happily! There is revenge, there is revenge, there is revenge, the sworn enemy in the previous life, in this life she is in the dark and he is in the light, hehehe~
When the man who led the way saw that the man had not entered the door for a long time, he began to urge the magpie impatiently.
The magpie reacted that the young lady was gone, and turned around to see Xie Changyu standing in the sun, looking at the luxurious mansion next door with an evil gaze, and smiling sadly.
Miss, could it be that you have been stimulated?
"Miss, we're here. ”
Xie Changyu's face was full of red light: "Let's go, let's enter the mansion!"
......
The small house is simple and simple, quiet and dust-free. It can be seen that Xie Mansion has sent someone to clean it regularly.
Xie Changyu didn't know what medicine was sold in the Xie family's gourd, and he wanted to place her here, but he only sent a Su Mama to live in the mansion, and he taught her royal etiquette.
Joke, does she Xie Changyu need to learn etiquette?
Adhering to the routine of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, Xie Changyu hangs all day long, and is a fart to Mama Su's teachings, and he can't learn anything.
The strange thing is that Mama Su is like an emotionless wood, she has a strained face on weekdays, she doesn't care if Xie Changyu learns or not, she is only responsible for 'teaching', digression, this strange wooden mama can't even say a word.
The magpie is responsible for taking care of the house, and after a few days, the small house is well organized by the magpie. The days passed very quickly, half a moon passed, Xie Changyu was really bored except for being idle to the long grass, so he climbed on the roof to look at the stars, the moon, and ...... Next door.
The moon stars are scarce.
Xie Changyu took a pot of plum wine and went up to the roof, and at first glance, he looked next door.
Beyond the wall is the residence of the Prime Minister's Mansion. For half a month, Xie Changyu looked here every day, but he couldn't even see a bird, let alone his rival Jiang Yan.
As a result, Xie Changyu was deeply suspicious...... Whether Jiang Yan has moved.
With the warm smell of the summer night breeze, she drank a few sips of chilled plum wine, listened to the chirping of cicadas, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Until the sound of "Boom!", she woke up from her sweet dream, and she was completely sleepy.
Xie Changyu's gaze locked on the several assassins walking on the wall, frowning slightly. Are these assassins here to kill Jiang Yan?
Thinking about it, Xie Changyu decided to follow and find out. If it was a killing Jiang banquet, she would go up to make up for it, Xie Changyu thought so, so he took out a square handkerchief from his sleeve and tied it behind his head to cover his mouth and nose.
Flying eaves and walking on the wall are no longer a problem for Xie Changyu, after all, she has another layer of identity in the rivers and lakes in her previous life. Her skills as young can be described as a must, even if she changes her body and her movements are a little rubbing, it doesn't hurt.
The six Assassins in front of them were unaware of the fact that a short distance behind them was chasing the famous woman in fresh clothes.
The assassin touched the north residence of Prime Minister Jiang Yan in two clicks, obviously very familiar with the layout of the mansion, Xie Changyu hid under a locust tree, watching the assassin break into the north residence's bedroom.
There was the sound of swords piercing through the fabric, and immediately after, a group of troops surrounded the north courtyard from the inside out, and in an instant, the lights were bright.
Xie Changyu sneered, it is worthy of Jiang Yan, he didn't live in the mansion for half a month, just to catch a few stupid donkeys just now.
It's really stupid, the old-fashioned tricks are still playing in front of Jiang Yan, and this is in the hands of that dead man, and if you don't die, you have to peel off your skin.
She wondered, who sent such a stupid person?
"My lord, several thieves have been taken. ”
"Take it back to Dali Temple first. The cold tone, without a trace of ups and downs, was calm and powerful.
The cold moon and the hot lamp were intertwined and reflected on the bluestone slab, Xie Changyu looked down and saw a pair of white shoes with a cloud pattern silk surface.
She held her breath, her eyes gradually moved upward, he was standing sideways at the moment, his posture was long, his white clothes were not stained with dust, and he was slightly blowing with the night breeze, and he was wearing a jade belt around his narrow waist, warm and noble. Under the moonlight, he has a picturesque side face, handsome eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and slightly pursed thin lips......
Beauty is ahead, darkening the night sky.
Xie Changyu sighed twice in his heart, how many girls has Jiang Yan harmed with this good skin for so many years.
The officers and soldiers pressed the assassin down, and silence returned to the north courtyard. Xie Changyu wanted to go, but under the locust tree, Jiang Yan was like a bottle Buddha, fixed in place, and did not move his steps.
Xie Changyu resisted the urge to scold, and remained motionless behind the locust tree, 'accompanying' Jiang Yan.
After a long time, she heard Jiang Yan sigh softly......
Grandma's, finally went back to the bedroom to sleep, Xie Changyu trembled his legs, and just took a step, his shoes hit a piece of gravel.
Jiang Yan had already walked to the bedroom, and when he heard the sound, his footsteps stopped abruptly.
"Who?" he stared at the back of the locust tree with gloomy eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Get out." ”
The hand hanging on the side of his leg silently twisted a fallen leaf, and when a corner of the red clothes was revealed, his eyes were fierce, and he flicked the fallen leaf out of his hand.
Xie Changyu bent down suddenly, dodged the sharp fallen leaves, and when she got up, she hated Jiang Yan and ran away decisively.
In the case of a mismatch between the identities and statuses of the two sides, there is only one way to die if they venture to face Jiang Yan's bad stomach.
Xie Changyu, who is well versed in this law, is not so stupid, he was finally reborn once, but he can't be planted in Jiang Yan's hands again.
Xuanyi heard Jiang Yan's voice and immediately rushed over: "Master,"
He looked in the direction of Jiang Yan, and under the night sky, except for moths and cicadas, he couldn't see a single shameful figure.
Jiang Yan twisted the jade wrench finger in his left hand and said coldly: "Chase after it, there is no forgiveness for killing." ”
The time for the three incense sticks was less, and Xuanyi came back.
"Master, I should have run to the house next door after following the tracks, but my subordinates chased after me and didn't find it. ”
"Doubled with the last twenty lashes. ”
Xuanyi's heart was full of faces, and he said incorrectly: "The subordinates accept the guilt." ”
......
Late at night, the study in the north courtyard was brightly lit.
Jiang Yan held a wolf howl in his hand, and his pen was depicting a pair of eyes.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"My lord, the slave maid will bring you tea. ”
Jiang Yan frowned and put down his pen: "Come in." ”
The door opened, and the handmaiden walked in, swaying. She deliberately dressed lightly and breathablely, revealing her plump figure, knowing that the prime minister didn't like heavy makeup, so she only applied a light layer of fat powder.
"My lord, I won't be sorry to bring you tea. ”