Of course, no matter how many you have or how powerful your talent is, you can't withstand this kind of trouble.

The busy life of not sticking to the ground in recent days has gradually accumulated fatigue in his body and began to have a significant impact on his life.

For example, now - he had just opened the scroll in his hand and began to feel stiff neck and difficult to concentrate.

Just as he was about to take a break, suddenly, footsteps came from the direction of the corridor.

The familiar sound of footsteps, the calm and elegant way of walking... Qingdeng could never have heard it wrong.

After a while, with a "wow", the door was slowly pushed open.

Qing Deng didn't raise his head and said with a smile:

"Your Highness, Gui'an."

"Sheng Qing, Gui'an."

Tianzhangyuan said while closing the door with his backhand, then moved to Qingdeng in three steps.

The war is over, and Tianzhangyuan, which is wearing military uniforms, does not have to change his "classic outfit" - wearing a blue coat, with white socks, and black hair hanging from his shoulders is tied into a short ponytail.

"Sheng Qing, your look is not very good-looking, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable."

"Don't feel comfortable? Do you need me to ask a doctor to show you?"

"Your Highness, don't be nervous. I'm not seriously injured. I'm just because I don't have enough rest. I'll be able to recover after a short nap."

After a few simple greetings, Qingdeng straight to the point:

"Your Highness, what's the point of coming here suddenly?"

In recent days, because both sides are plagued by Pepsi, they rarely meet unless it is required for official business.

Therefore, he subconsciously thought that the other party suddenly came to him to discuss official duties with him.

Unexpectedly, he guessed wrongly.

Tianzhangyuan smiled and shook his head gently:

"It's nothing big, I just want to come and meet you and ask you a question."

She paused for a moment and then finished speaking in one breath:

"Sheng Qing, do you have time tomorrow?"

Qingdeng was stunned:

"Tomorrow? All day?"

Tianzhangyuan nodded:

“Yes, all day.”

A confusion appeared between Qingdeng's cheeks:

"Your Highness, why is it so sudden? Is there anything important tomorrow?"

"Well... please allow me to keep it confidential for the time being."

Tianzhangyuan said a gesture of "silence" and showed a sly smile.

"You just have to tell me if you have time tomorrow."

Although Qingdeng didn't understand why, he honestly answered with his absolute trust in Tianzhangyuan:

"Tomorrow...I can't pull myself away tomorrow morning, so I have to wait until noon to have free time."

After hearing this, Tianzhangyuan's expression changed slightly, and a faint feeling flashed in his eyes.

She pursed her lips and asked:

"Then... do you have free time between the afternoon tomorrow and the morning next day?"

Qingdeng thought for a moment:

"Although there is government affairs to deal with, it is not an important matter. You can leave it to later and then deal with it slowly."

"Mmm... Is there only half a day..."

Tianzhangyuan nipped his teeth lightly, his expression slightly dim - this gloom did not last long.

In just a moment, she seemed to have figured out something, and her facial expression became clear again.

At the same time, the "lost" in his eyes disappeared.

"Okay, it's half a day!"

After saying that, she took a deep breath - her movement seemed to be raising courage.

"Mariku, at noon tomorrow, please go to No. 8, Michome, Michome, Edo!"

"Did you remember? At noon tomorrow, No. 8, No. 3 chome, Hiromachi!"

"Ah, and you can only go there alone, you can't bring any outsiders!"

She said as she reached out to her arms, took out a note and handed it to Qingdeng.

Qingdeng raised his hand and looked down and found a line of words written on the paper - it was the place name "大子博子博子博子博子博子博子博".

He frowned, and the confusion between his cheeks became even stronger. I wonder what the other party was selling in the gourd:

"Your Highness, is this..."

Tianzhangyuan interrupted his conversation with a "hehe" giggle:

"When you go here tomorrow, you will know what I want."

After saying that, she stopped lingering, turned around, and stepped on her brisk steps - as if she was in a good mood - slowly retreated.

Before leaving, she did not forget to add:

"Remember it! No. 8, No. 3, chome, No. 8! Don't go wrong!"

Qing Deng looked at the notes in his hand, then looked at the gradually fading back of Tianzhangyuan... and was deeply puzzled to dominate his expression...

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...

The next day, noon—

Edo, Yoshimachi, Sanchome—

Qingdeng wore a long-lost "hidden outfit" - wearing a low-edged hat and a scarf wrapped around his neck, and dressed in a simple outfit.

He specially pulled the scarf up a little to block his face.

The more mysterious the Tianzhangyuan was, the more curious he felt.

Anyway, he was really free this afternoon, and there was a lot of time, so he might as well come to cooperate with Tianzhangyuan to see what purpose she was doing.

——Three chome... Sixth period... No. 8...

The civilian area of ​​No-cho of Yuicho, so the building density is extremely high.

Houses are connected to each other and stacked layer by layer.

He followed the instructions of Tianzhangyuan and searched one by one building after another.

Fortunately, he successfully found his destination without much effort.

No. 6-8, No. 3-chome, A simple-shaped house came into view.

Looking at the house in front of him, Qingdeng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, looking surprised.

——Is that just here?

He looked up and down, left and right... No matter from which perspective, this was an ordinary house that could be seen everywhere.

For private houses similar to this, Aoden can find thousands of houses in Edo.

Although he was confused, he still stepped forward and walked towards this house.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

He knocked on the door.

No one answered within.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

He knocked on the door again.

This time, he used more force.

Still no one answered.

——Is there no one?

While thinking, he reached out to pull the door - the door panel was easily pulled open.

It turned out that the door was not locked.
To be continued...