The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the street that should be dim is brightly lit by the Qinlou Chu Pavilion on both sides, the street is crowded with people, the shouts of vendors along the way come and go, and the dazzling shelves are patronized from time to time.

The most prosperous area of Nanling City is here, because there is the most gorgeous green building in Nanling City - Xuanji Tower.

Speaking of Xuanji Tower, we have to mention the owner of this Xuanji Building, the owner's surname is Su, the word Jingqian, and Prince Lu, the only brother of Emperor Dehui of Nanling State, is a close friend for many years. The two of them are peerless, and the other is suave, which has aroused the hearts of countless women in Nanling City, and the owner of Xuanji Tower is praised by women as the first person in the spring boudoir dream.

Besides, this Xuanji Tower is divided into four floors:

The first floor is the flower girl with a red card, receiving ordinary guests who come to drink flower wine and have fun.

The second layer is the Chun Qi'er, who only sells his art and does not sell his body, specializing in receiving elegant people and acting elegantly.

The third floor is a wing room for dignitaries to have fun or talk, which is convenient for some powerful people to come here to plot something in the name of drinking flower wine. Of course, these are extremely secret things, and ordinary people will not know about them at all, so the secrecy of Xuanji Tower has always been valued by these powerful people.

As for the fourth floor, I heard that it is for the owner of Xuanji Lou. Why Hear? Because no one has ever gone up, maybe no one has been able to go up.

The streets are full of people and guests. The girls in the Xuanji Building were smiling and smiling, and the flowers and branches were showing, which caused the vendors at the door to stare and look desperately inside.

"Tsk, this girl in Xuanjilou is really a beautiful country, and when she has a lot of silver, Lao Tzu will also go back to a leisurely future, and she will definitely see Miss Le Yao's face." A hawker stared intently at the gate of Xuanji Tower, with longing.

"You?" Brother Gongzi, who was selecting goods, heard the hawker's words, squinted at him, and said contemptuously, "How can this Oiran of Xuanji Tower be seen by ordinary people?" Zhang Gongzi gave a full 1,000 silver last time and didn't see the face, let alone you? ”

The hawker's jaw almost dropped when he heard this, a thousand silver, that's enough for an ordinary family's old snack for several years! Alas, now that the imperial court has no time to collect, the already poor life of the people is even worse, and the silver saved for a few years without eating or drinking is not enough for the powerful to be romantic overnight. This world is really miserable, miserable!

The peddler shook his head and let out a long sigh, but he had to sort out his emotions and continue to do his business with a smile on his face.

In the study on the fourth floor of Xuanji Building, the shadows of the trees outside the window are swaying, the light moonlight is sprinkled into the room, the sandalwood is curling on the incense table, and the wisps of white smoke appear hazy and ethereal in the moonlight, like smoke and clouds.

A young man was lazily leaning on the soft couch in the room, he was wearing a black robe with a silver edge, the cuffs and neckline were slightly dark and floating, the silver coiled dragon hair was tied with black hair, and the long strands of flowing water poured down like a flying spring, hanging down behind him, and a few strands of black silk on his forehead swayed slightly with the candle flame. He propped his forehead with one hand, and his slender fingers were turning the pages. is obviously a careless action, but it can't hide the peerless elegance of his gestures. He lowered his eyes and lowered his head slightly, unable to see his face clearly, but he could still feel the sense of oppression that seemed to be transmitted between his eyebrows.

Outside the door, a charming woman was walking in with graceful steps.

The woman was wearing a cyan glass gauze skirt, holding a hanging mustache and a small bun, with willow eyebrows like smoke on her slightly powdered face, her eyes flowing, and her complexion was extremely beautiful.

She respectfully bowed to the young man on the soft couch, "Childe, it's done." ”

The young man on the soft couch looked graceful, and only let out a faint "um" when he heard the words, as if no one was there, and he didn't even raise his eyes.

"Childe ......"

The green shirt's red lips moved, pinching her cuffs nervously, and she wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

"Anything else?"

The young man put down the book in his hand, and the moment he looked up, some dim light seemed to be diffused, like day.

The man in front of him was white and flawless, as if there was a faint glow flowing on his skin. The two smoke-colored jade eyebrows are slender and slender into the temples like a knife, and the pair of peach blossom eyes under the long eyelashes are extremely moving, as if the beauty and splendor of this world are condensed in it. The high bridge of the nose and the thin red lips are actually a little unreal, like a demon king who has cultivated for 10,000 years, with a deadly charm, bewitching people all the time.

"I heard that Childe has recently had an old illness, Le Yao found some good healing medicine and made this medicine bag, hoping to help Childe."

The woman in the green shirt, who called herself Le Yao, bit her lip, but still took out a delicate azure sachet from her sleeve and presented it to the young man with apprehension.

The quiet medicinal fragrance spread in the air, and I saw the word "Jing" neatly embroidered on the sachet with gold thread.

The young man glanced at the medicine bag in Le Yao's hand, hooked his lips and smiled, everything in this world was taken away from all colors in an instant.

"It must have taken a lot of time to find these herbs, right? You've got a heart. ”

Le Yao raised her head happily, looking forward to it.

"Put it down."

The young man didn't seem to notice the expectation in her eyes, picked up the scroll in her hand again and lowered her eyes, just a shallow and faint movement, and there was a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth, but it made Le Yao feel an irresistible sense of oppression, and there was a majesty that people dare not trespass in that lazy and leisurely.

"Yes." Le Yao carefully put the medicine bag in her hand on the table, with a little disappointment in her eyes, and blessed the young man, "Le Yao retreated." ”

After Le Yao left, the young man put down the scroll in his hand, his smile faded, and his expression became cold and detached.

He called softly, "Zishu." ”

A man in a black suit walked out of the darkness and bowed to the young man on the couch, "Master." ”

The young man got up, walked to the window with his hands in his hands, looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, and asked, "Is there any news?" ”

Zishu glanced at the young man's handsome back in a panic, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "The subordinates are not doing their jobs well, and they haven't been found yet." ”

"Still haven't found it yet?"

The young man glanced back at Zishu lightly, but this glance made Zishu feel a chill from head to toe, and the strong sense of oppression between his eyebrows made Zishu's heart tremble, and he hurriedly explained: "Please forgive the master!" The news over there has always been tightly sealed, and it is really difficult for us to find out. ”

The young man was silent, a layer of mist seemed to be shrouded between his eyebrows, and he slowly spoke: "Is it possible, did you go to Beiming?" ”

"My subordinates asked Beiming, and they were surprised to know the news, and they didn't seem to know about it."

The young man's expression softened a little unconsciously, and the mist between his eyebrows dissipated, and he saw sparseness again.

"Mobilize all available spies, and don't let go of any of them until they are found."

He glanced at the medicine bag on the case again, "This, dispose of it." ”

"Yes." Zishu picked up the medicine bag on the bookcase and flew away and disappeared into the room.