At night, the moonlight was as clear and transparent as water, and Fugui and Xinglong fell asleep, but Li Ping'an did not sleep, but folded his hands behind his head, and looked at the dark roof with his eyes open in the dim moonlight.

I don't know how long it took, he got off the kang, pushed the door out of the house with little movement, and lingered at the gate of the courtyard for a while before softly calling Zhang San's name a few times.

"Young Master, is there something wrong?" Zhang San appeared coldly.

Li Ping'an didn't speak,

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