In Haitang Pavilion, Lin Xian'er had been singing and dancing for several songs, and accompanied Liu Yao to drink and have fun. During this period, Meng Hao came in twice to sit and toast. He repeatedly claimed guilt and was still a noble man waiting to watch Lin Xian'er's singing and dancing. Liu Yao reluctantly ordered his servants to get a beautifully packaged brocade box.

"Miss Xian'er is known as the leader of the courtesan, and her appearance is unparalleled and singing and dancing. Today, I am very satisfied with the company of Miss Xian'er. I heard that Miss Xian'er likes perfume. This box of jasmine fragrance was bought by me by the official from Qinghe Shopping Mall. I will give it to Miss Xian'er as a gift. If he comes back from the Japanese official, please don't refuse!"

"Thank you, Lord Liu. Next time Lord Liu comes again, Xian'er will definitely treat you!" Lin Xian'er was surprised and quickly saluted her. She held the brocade box in her hands and thanked her again and again before she followed Meng Hao out of the room.

"Marquis Qinghe returns to Beijing, my brother wants us to inquire about more useful information. Is there any movement in the chess and card room recently?" After leaving Haitang Pavilion, Meng Hao asked in a low voice.

Lin Xian'er shook her head slightly in her cloak, handed a lantern to Meng Hao and left. Meng Hao's heart moved slightly and found that there was a sweat towel wrapped around the handle of the lantern, so she quietly carried the lantern back to her office.

After an hour, it was almost the hour of Hai. Although Chunfang Garden was still brightly lit, there were fewer cars and horses in the yard. Most of the people who came to have fun had left one after another. The guests who were having a drink and feast in the flower pavilion were basically full of wine and food. Those who went home and gambling were gambling, the servants began to clean up the rooms in various places. After Meng Hao gave instructions, he also packed up the car and went home, which was no different from usual.

Meng Hao's carriage turned left and right along the street, and finally entered a not-so-large yard. After his carriage entered and closed the yard gate, a figure appeared in the shadow across the street. After observing it slightly, he turned around and left. After this person left, a man in black appeared under the eaves not far away. After observing it around, he turned over and jumped into Meng Hao's yard.

"How, has the person who followed him left?" In the room, Meng Hao looked at the man in black with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, the person who followed him has left!" The man in black knelt on one knee and clasped his fists.

"Well, take this secret letter back and give it to the second master, don't lose it!" Meng Hao sealed an envelope, covered it with his seal and handed it to the man in black.

The man in black took the secret letter with both hands, put it in his arms, turned around and left without saying a word, and soon climbed over the wall.

"Silang, so cautious, even the elder brother's personal guards have been dispatched, but what big thing is going to happen?" A middle-aged beautiful woman walked to Meng Hao in a thick fur and asked nervously.

"You and I don't have to worry about these things. The two brothers have their own arrangements. It's windy outside, so go in!" Meng Hao hugged the beautiful woman and entered the house. Soon the lights in the yard dimmed.

"Wool wool wool"

The dark sky was filled with a few cold stars.

Xianyang is gradually quieting in the late winter night. Although the Quyuan Restaurants all over the city still have singing, dancing, and banquets, the lights in most of the courtyards of the private houses have also been extinguished. Except for those who are singing, the majority of Xianyang people have fallen asleep, and even the palace is no exception. In such a large area, except for the guards and imperial guards carrying lanterns, there is almost no one to see when they come and go, and the quietness reveals a sense of silence.

The gate of the Mongolian Mansion was closed, with high courtyard walls, thick eaves, and two huge panda statues in front of the door. They hugged bamboo with a cute look, making the serious and solemn style become inconsistent.

In the late night, there was almost no one in the streets except for the patrol guards and the updaters.

A black shadow ran and moved quickly among the shadows of buildings on both sides of the street, and in a moment he came to a narrow alley on the side of the Mongolian Mansion.

"Who is sneaking!" Someone asked in the darkness, and the sound of winding the strings came.

"I have something important to report to the Second Master!" The man in black pulled open his face towel.

"Open the door!" With a low voice, the small door opened with a creak. The man in black stepped in and the small door was closed immediately, and soon the silence was restored to the surroundings.

Meng Yi had already fallen asleep at this time. After the housekeeper reported the report, he hurriedly got up, wrapped a blanket with a serious expression on his face and received the man in black in the study. After confirming that the secret letter was correct, he waved his hand to let the man in black retreat. Then he opened the envelope and took out a snow-white silk sweat towel. After reading the content written on the sweat towel, he grabbed his beard and kept motionless as if he had been immobilized.

This is a letter from Lin Xian'er, which describes Lu Xiao's recent loss of more than 500,000 yuan.

As the three ministers of the court and the Shangqing who supervises all officials, even if Lin Xian'er's letter cannot see too many clues, Meng Yi almost doesn't have to guess, and he is sure that Lu Xiao has had a problem.

It is difficult to infer how big the problem is, but it is obviously a trap that Zhao Hai and others deliberately target Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao's identity... Meng Yi couldn't help but slammed a big move, came to his senses and read it carefully again, then put the sweat towel on the candlelight and lit it, watching the snow-white silk slowly turn into ashes, and then told no one not to disturb him, sitting in the cold and lonely study room wrapped in a blanket and began to daze.

And when Meng Yi was sleeping because of Lin Xian'er's secret letter, the window in the late night was still on the quiet attic in Chunfang Garden.

After Lin Xian'er finished washing, she sat on the couch and hugged the silk quilt. With the light of the candle, she opened a beautifully crafted fragrant wood brocade box with joy.

This is the perfume that Liu Yao gave her just now.

Although it is a famous courtesan in Xianyang, perfume has been used exclusively for noble women since its appearance. Because the output is not high and the packaging is exquisite, it is valuable. If you want to buy it, it is not just about having money, but also about status and status. It is impossible for a lowly woman like Lin Xianer to buy it.

But perfume is something that every woman dreams of and has nothing to do with her status. Lin Xian'er is no exception. Unfortunately, even though she is famous in Xianyang, she is a great guest of countless kings and princes and ministers. She has won great popularity among the people with her beauty and singing and dancing. However, a slave is a slave, and at most she can only use some soap to bathe. Even if it is a soap, she needs to ask someone to buy it. Her identity cannot be elegant and can only stay in Quyuan and sell laughter all day long to make a living.

Her only bottle of perfume was sent by the Hou Qinghe in Chuntian. Even if she used it for ease, she had already seen the bottom of it. She never expected that Liu Yao, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue, would give him a bottle today. And you can tell that it was the top-level and highest-end Twelve Flower God series, worth nearly 5,000 yuan.

With excitement, Lin Xian'er slowly opened the brocade box, and saw a crystal clear lilac crystal bottle, embedded on the red velvet brocade. On the inside of the brocade box lid, there was a series introduction of the Twelve Flower God Perfume and the product instruction manual. There was also a number engraved on the lower edge of the box lid, which could be used to identify the production date.

Although I hadn't taken out the perfume, the moment I opened the lid, a fresh and elegant jasmine fragrance was already emitted, which made me instantly fascinated.

Lin Xian'er carefully took out the perfume, held it in her hand and observed it carefully, and then prepared to open it and experience it. After a casual glance, she found that there seemed to be a piece of white paper under the box, so she took it out and opened it curiously.

"Miss Xian'er, please pay more attention to the movements of Lieutenant Lu Xiao in the near future. If there is any danger, leave Chunfang Garden and go to Qinghe Garden for a while. Put your own safety first. Don't take risks, Chen Xu."

"Qinghe Hou~"

Looking at the sloppy but unique font, Lin Xian'er's cheeks were flushed with excitement. She couldn't help but exclaim and immediately woke up again. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, and tears instantly flowed down her cheeks.

Lin Xian'er never expected that this bottle of expensive perfume was sent to her by Qinghehou himself.

"Everything is your own safety first, don't take risks."

Looking at the last line of words, Lin Xian'er was worried and scared for countless days and nights, and more than ten years of misery and loneliness seemed to instantly turn into a warm current.

Lin Xian'er held the letter paper tightly in her chest, wishing she could integrate it into her body. Recalling her timidity and poor information she had obtained in recent times, she felt ashamed and uneasy for no reason.

In order to send her to Chunfang Garden, she knew clearly that Qinghe Hou had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on her and on the courtesan competition. In order not to arouse the suspicion of Jiancheng Hou, Qinghe Hou even destroyed his reputation and failed to bet with Jiancheng Hou. Moreover, since he came in, Qinghe Hou had never urged or questioned her performance. Shortly after returning to the capital, he asked someone to bring her this bottle of perfume and advice.

"The care and love of the Marquis is unforgettable. I will never let down the Marquis' trust and heavy trust!"

After a long time, Lin Xian'er reluctantly lit the letter on the candlelight.
Chapter completed!