"Where does your benefactor live? Who is he? Xu Manjun said in surprise.

The little beggar patted his chest and said with a look of adoration: "My benefactor is Mr. Li Zhaohai who lives here!" ”

Xu Manyun was taken aback, grabbed the clothes on the little beggar's chest with one hand, and said angrily: "Nonsense! How could Mr. Li know you! If you talk nonsense again, be careful that I shoot you! Drag you to a mass grave and expose the corpses to the wilderness! ”

"Don't! Other! Beg the fairy to spare me! I'm not going to talk nonsense anymore...... Really ......"

Xu Manyun saw that he was really scared, and said in a slightly soothing tone: "Tell me what you know in detail." ”

"Good, good......" replied the little beggar.

He told him exactly how Li Zhaohai gave him money that day.

Xu Manjun nodded with a look of some belief, she knew Zhaohai's compassion in her heart, if it wasn't for mercy and weakness, how could he get to where he is now?

"And where did you get this notebook?" Xu Manyun asked with a proud expression.

The little beggar immediately took a step closer to her with understanding, and pretended to be mysterious: "One night, I was eating half of the roast chicken I had just begged in the ruined temple, and while I was enjoying it, I heard the sound of humming and chirping outside the door. The little beggar seemed to be reminiscing about the fragrance of the roast chicken, and was slapped by Xu Manyun's elbow, grinning and rubbing the sore spot, and continued: "I couldn't help but be curious, and walked out quietly, and there was no trace of popularity in the darkness outside." I rubbed my eyes, courageously walked out, and by the moonlight I finally saw a dark figure by the haystack not far away. When I looked closer, it was a wounded man lying crooked by the haystack, as if he was badly wounded. I dared to ask him, but he didn't answer, so I reached out and touched him, but he grabbed him. The little beggar swallowed as if he were reminded of some terrible scene.

I was so frightened that my hairs stood on end, and I desperately wanted to shake off that hand, but the man said something intermittently, "The door faces the sea, and the three rivers flow for ten thousand years", I put my ear close to him, and he said that sentence repeatedly, and then I heard it clearly, and it seemed to be a black talk among bandits! ”

"That's not black words, that's code words!" After Xu Manyun spit out these words, she realized her gaffe, hurriedly changed her words, and looked at the ignorant little beggar, and the idea of killing him in her heart deepened.

The little beggar nodded silently, and said with a serious face: "No wonder that person is still pious until he dies, as if everything he is doing now is for the continuation of this death." He told me that his name was Shu Jinghuai, and he was the director of the Diplomatic Friendship Office in Shanghai, and the black book in his hand was all the results that their organization had put their lives in exchange, and it was the only bargaining chip they had to link with the outside world, and they swore that they could not fall into the hands of foreigners! After the little beggar finished speaking, he seemed to be still immersed in the scene at that time, unable to extricate himself.

"Okay, I see that you are still honest, so I won't embarrass you, aren't you looking for your benefactor? I'll take you to him. ”

"Really?" The little beggar immediately changed his expression, was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed his head.

The little beggar followed Xu Manyun all the way through the corridor into the alley, causing many servants to stop and watch, they were also very strange, how could the hostess, who was usually cold and powerful, take a beggar home?

Of course Xu Manyun has her plans, hasn't Zhaohai always been very angry at her domineering and arbitrary? She's going to be a virtuous and gentle good woman! Let Zhaohai be impressed by him. Where to start? Of course, it starts with this suspicious little beggar.

Zhaohai hasn't been going out much recently, and he has practiced Song Huizong's "thin gold body" in his spare time, and now he has begun to see the wind and bones.

His thin and slender figure stood in front of the window, crouching beside the desk, showing his long body and standing tall, clear and handsome, which made people forget the vulgar.

"Zhaohai, it's early winter, with such a big window open, be careful of being blown by the wind!" Xu Manjun walked in with a smile, and there was flattering in his tone.