The assassin seemed to take advantage of this trick, his face flushed, and finally said his first words: "You ......"

"What am I?" He Yan smiled, looking like a scoundrel coming home.

"You're shameless!" the assassin seemed to be quite innocent, and after holding back for a long time, he said this.

He Yan was finally helpless, and Zhu Xiqin was speechless.

How did she feel that the roles of the master and the assassin had been reversed?

Generally speaking, shouldn't it be a role like the master who is alluring to the country and the city to be teased, but it is normal for things to fall on the master.

Looking at the soft one, He Yan came to the hard one, half-threatening and half-flirtatious, and patted the assassin's face with his hand, "Good girl, if you don't say it, my sister naturally has a way." ”

He Yan turned around and asked Zhu Xiqin, "When will Ran Xiyan come back?"

Zhu Xiqin thought about it, and before Jin Wei told sù that she still had three days, she told sù He Yan.

He Yan sighed, revealing a smile that didn't mean it.

The assassin's eyes widened to the limit, what did he hear just now? Ran Xiyan? This woman dared to call the name of Prince Mo? Not to mention that Ran Xiyan is a prince, even if he is just a prince, it is a big crime to call him by his name, besides, such a character as Xiyan does not understand his true face, who dares to call him by his name?

But this woman said it so naturally!

And he looks very familiar with Ran Xiyan.

The Assassin's eyes rolled, and the woman could knock him off a tree with a piece of pastry......

Who the hell is she.

The assassin was still thinking, but his hand suddenly lightened, and he came back to his senses, looked down, and found that the rope that had been binding him had been cut by He Yan.

Zhu Xiqin was also stunned, "Master, why did you let him go?"

He Yan smiled back at the assassin: "Go back and tell your master, if you are really interested in me, it is better to let him see me in person, I will naturally not lose my hospitality." ”

The assassin's eyes rolled again, and with a snort, he took a leap and disappeared into Tingxue Garden.

He Yan smiled casually, put his hands behind his head, walked out of the firewood room, looked at the moonlight in the sky with half-squinted eyes, and said to Zhu Xiqin behind him: "Go, go back to the room, and wait for guests." ”

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After circling around a few times to make sure no one was following, the Assassin entered a mansion.

But the mansion was—

Zhewang's Mansion, the current residence of the Eighth Prince.

The assassin appeared in the study, but the people in the seat were not surprised at all, and continued to deal with the twists and turns in their hands, and the assassin clenched his fists: "Master......"

"Hmm. The man answered, and the Assassin tensed, hung his head, and said no more.

There was only the sound of paper rubbing in the study, and after a long time, the man put the pen aside and slowly raised his head: "The time of your return is not in line with the plan......" The man frowned slightly: "What happened?"

The assassin replied honestly: "Lord Mo's princess knows martial arts, and her skills are not shallow, even I can't help it...... And she's completely different from what was rumored...... This woman doesn't look like the real Miss Yang Family. ”

The man seemed to be very relieved about his own person, and he didn't ask if he had revealed any information, and the corners of his lips were hooked, Miss Yang Jiasan, who knew martial arts.

The man continued, "And what did she have to say to you?"

"Yes. "The Assassins are back," she said, saying that if her master was interested in her, it would be best to meet her in person. ”

"Oh?" the man raised an eyebrow and smiled, even smiling gently.