Not far from a courtyard with a chrysanthemum pot on the wall, in an inconspicuous alley, there was a cold figure of a girl in palace clothes standing.

Occasionally, traffickers and lackeys passed by the entrance of the dark alley, but they did not notice the silent girl hidden inside.

Rong Zhen raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Just after morning, the morning market in Xingzifang was particularly lively, and the noise on the street could be heard from time to time.

I heard from Ouyang Lianghan before that there are many delicious breakfast stalls on the street here in Xingzifang, which are even more delicious than the one in front of her Overwatch Council.

But Rong Zhen hasn't eaten in the past few days, and he didn't eat anything today either.

She couldn't eat it.

Rong Zhen's face was expressionless, with a face that looked like a fairy who owed money.

She quietly looked at the pot of chrysanthemums on the wall of the yard not far away.

This pot of chrysanthemums is ordinary, but it is carefully cared for, watered and placed by the mistress of the yard every day.

At the same time, at a certain time every morning after the sun has just risen, a low-key purchasing carriage from the Huaiye Lane residence in Xunyangfang will pass by here.

It was a carriage for the women's family who came out to buy melons, fruits, cakes and other items. The maids of the mansion should be sitting on it.

Every time it passes by this Zhenguang Street, it will happen to open a corner of the car curtain that is barely noticeable, and pass by like a white horse passing through a gap.

Rong Zhen's sharp eyes saw that in the corner of the car curtain that was opened, there was always a touch of familiar silvery white that she had seen before...

Rong Zhen knows her.

Seeing that the time for a certain carriage to pass by again had not yet come, it came too early today, Rong Zhen stood quietly and looked at the yellow flowers on the wall that had not changed for many days.

Suddenly, she didn't want to wait any longer.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the figure of the girl in palace clothes disappeared in the alley.

After a while, the figure of the girl in palace clothes reappeared in the house with chrysanthemums on the wall. She passed by the living room, wing room, kitchen, backyard and other places.

The housewife surnamed Zhao and several maids in the house were eating, washing dishes, arranging flowers and other daily activities as usual. Rong Zhen was like a cloud floating by without attracting anyone's attention.

This is not the first time Rong Zhen has come in.

In fact, when she first came in, she did not act as she pleased now. Instead, she took cautious steps, paused from time to time, and was very wary of the Yue Girl's Sword emerging from behind a certain curtain...

Rong Zhen moved forward silently. She now knew the identity of the owner of this house very well.

This woman surnamed Zhao is the female dependent of Qin Heng, the captain of Guoyi in Zhechong Prefecture, and this private residence on Zhenguang Street belongs to him.

But at the moment, Qin Heng, as the vanguard general of the conquering army, is following Qin Jingqin, the general manager of Jiangnan Road's march, on an expedition. Without the male host, the courtyard suddenly became quite empty...

After a while, Rong Zhen's figure appeared silently in the wall where the flower pots were placed.

She turned around and looked around the courtyard.

In addition to the chrysanthemums on the wall, I saw seven pots of chrysanthemums placed in the yard.

There are no other designs and colors, and the models of these flower pots are almost the same as those on the wall. At least Rong Zhen, who is as careful as his hair, can't tell any clues.

Rong Zhen pursed his lips.

I looked again at the chrysanthemums blooming in the wind on the wall.

After a while, a gust of autumn wind blew through the courtyard, and the cold figure in palace clothes disappeared by the wall.

At the same time, the autumn wind also blew over the wall.

The pot of conspicuous chrysanthemums that bloomed in late autumn fell down and hit the dirt floor inside the wall.

This small movement, which seemed to be an accident, did not attract the attention of the woman named Zhao and the maids in the main hall. The female family members in the hall were chatting and laughing.

…

When Ouyang Rong received this urgent news, he had just returned from the Supervisory Yuan.

Jiangzhou lobby, at the back door.

Ouyang Rong silently boarded the carriage and glanced at the white-haired girl wearing a silk hat opposite.

Underneath the white gauze, her oval face looked particularly serious.

Ouyang Rong patted Ye Weilai's small shoulder with his big hand:

"I know, thank you for your hard work."

"Tanlang, what should we do now?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, raised his head and ordered:

"No rush, you go to Yunshui Pavilion first, open an empty box as a private person, then leave, go directly back to the Huaiye Lane mansion, and don't come out again... Go ahead and do as I say."

"Yes, Tanlang."

Ye Weilai nodded nervously and prepared to leave.

"Weila."

Ouyang Rong turned around and called her to stop.

"What's wrong Tanlang?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her for a while, pursed his lips and asked:

"I must have read a lot these days."

"Um."

"Then you should have calmed down a bit." He nodded: "No matter what happens, you can no longer be impulsive. The main thing is to protect yourself. No matter what happens, you must remember...wait for Tan Lang to come.

."

Ye Weilai was startled and nodded vigorously.

"OK."

Watching Ye Weilai's low-key carriage leave in a hurry.

Ouyang Rong turned around and returned to the main hall. He briefly explained the official matters first, then took a half-day leave, changed into regular clothes, and left the Jiangzhou lobby.

Ouyang Rong's carriage made several rounds before stopping at Yunshui Pavilion.

On the third floor, Ouyang Rong walked into a familiar box and sat down calmly.

He lowered his head to pour tea and waited quietly for Qin Heng's person.

At the same time, he did not forget to fill the teacup on the seat opposite him with seven-percent hot tea.

A long time passed.

No one came yet.

Ouyang Rong refilled the cold teacup on the table with hot tea several times.

During this period, he frowned slightly and looked at the closed door of the box from time to time, his eyes a little confused.

Ouyang Rong stood up, walked around the box several times, and finally sat down.

continue waiting.

I don't know how long it took.

The sun rises to the middle of the sky and sets slowly down the mountain.

Guests from Yunshui Pavilion came one after another, and the sounds downstairs changed from lively to silent.

In the box, Ouyang Rong sat alone with his head bowed, just refilling the cup of hot tea on the empty seat in front of him.

finally.

The door to the box in front of him was pushed open.

A cold girl in palace clothes walked in, sat down in front of Ouyang Rong, picked up the hot tea cup and poured it on the ground next to her.

The tea leaves fell to the ground.

With a calm face, she asked the handsome young man in front of her who looked particularly surprised:

"Ouyang Lianghan, who are you waiting for?"
Chapter completed!