Yan Yongan and Dark Soul stopped in front of a tree. He heard that Dark Soul said coldly, "Is it you who will reveal the identity of Miss Frost to Prince Beiliang?"

"How can I see it?" Yan Yongan looked at Dark Soul with a playful look on his face.

"This kind of information is the one who is your "Eagle Wings"." Dark Soul glanced at Yan Yongan with expressionless face.

"You people from the 'Dangfang' know that they are wrong. In just a few days, I can find out the movements of my 'Eagle Wings'. It seems that my 'Eagle Wings' will improve more." Yan Yongan lost his usual romantic aura, and at this time, he was completely different.

"You better not reveal it to the second person again, otherwise..." Dark Soul's bone-breathing eyes were on Yan Yongan.

"Why, the entire Lin Mansion did not incite you to the "Dark Room" now, but now he is willing to take risks everywhere for a fugitive from the Lin Mansion. Are you forgiveing ​​the guilt that he was guilty?" In the night, Yan Yongan's expression was not clear, but a trace of sarcasm could be heard from his tone.

"That's the masters' business. Our subordinates are just doing things on orders. However, as for Miss Shuang's identity, I hope you can end here." Dark Soul didn't want to bother about this. If the Lin Mansion is mentioned again, it will only hurt the innocent.

"Take money and do things for others. This is the rule of "Eagle Wings". I will not guarantee that her identity is safe." Yan Yongan has always been selfish. All he wants is infinite money. Whoever has money can buy his information.

"If you don't guarantee her safety, I can ask you to be unsafe with the 'eagle wings'." The voice came from behind a cold pine. Song Jingran walked over with his hands behind his back. Under the reflection of the snow of the lamp, there was a little chilling feeling on Song Jingran's already cold face.

"What, Brother Song shouldn't be in the beauty's arms?" Yan Yongan looked at Song Jingran with a hint of sneer on his face.

"Yong'an, we said that no matter when, we are the best brothers, but in the identity of Miss Shuang, I hope you will remember that the Lin Mansion once had kindness to us, and do not ignore Xuan'er's life and death. After all, we are all ashamed of the Lin Mansion." Song Jingran looked sad, and in front of him was his younger brother, Shuang Muzi was the one he had to make up for with guilt.

"It's not impossible to keep it secret, but... I want your 'Song Mansion' money house's three-point profit." Yan Yongan said halfway, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Song Jingran again.

"Don't go too far. You should know that it is not difficult to solve the crime of a fugitive from the Lin Mansion in the past ten years." Song Jingran calmed down his anger, and his tone seemed to remind Yan Yongan or warn him.

"A fugitive from Lin's house is easy to solve, but... what if it was the 'priest' of the previous dynasty?" Yan Yongan leaned into Song Jingran with a proud look on his face, without any affection.

"You..." Song Jingran grabbed Yan Yongan's collar, narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were as bright as fire, and he glared at Yan Yongan.

Yan Yongan just looked back with a meaningless look on his face, and even looked like he was determined to win, because he believed that Song Jingran would agree.

"Is Mr. Song here?" Yu Zixia, who had been hiding in the corner, walked out at the right time.

"You do what you say." Song Jingran let go of Yan Yongan when she heard the sound, turned around and looked at Yu Zixia.

"Don't worry, I never lose my words." Yan Yongan tidied up his clothes and showed his former smile.

"You..." Yu Zixia looked at them in disbelief.

"It's okay, I happened to meet him." Song Jingran regained his usual tenderness.

Yu Zixia nodded with a smile on her face, and handed the tip in her hand to Song Jingran, "Give it to you."

"Is this..." Song Jingran took the tip and looked at Yu Zixia with a questioning face.

"This is embroidered by me by myself. Although the mint sachet is not expensive, it is said that it can clear and calm the mind." Yu Zixia shyly lowered her head and lowered her eyes.

"So you are, go back to get this?" Song Jingran said softly; Yu Zixia went back to the house to rest on the grounds of being unwell. It turned out that he specially got a gift for Song Jingran.

Yu Zixia nodded gently, secretly glad in her heart. Fortunately, she made up a cover and arrived in time. Otherwise, she would have missed a big secret. What she cared about was not Shuang Muzi's identity, but Song Jingran was overly concerned, and no one was willing to share her own food with another person.

"You two are so interesting, I won't disturb you here." Yan Yongan joked at the right time, and after he finished speaking, he walked away.

Dark Soul glanced at the two of them, nodded and left with Yan Yongan.

Another firecracker was rising in the air; colorful fireworks disappeared after blooming in the air, and reappeared after disappearing, as if showing different stories; the New Year of the six people was ushered in the Smoky Rain Tower.

In the New Year, it was not as lively and joyful as everyone imagined; even more so in Yanyu Building; Du’s mother said that in the first month, Yanyu Building was just a normal welcome, and there were no fairies to perform; it meant that Shuang Muzi and others were on holiday;

Gao Jin and others never came again after New Year's Eve. I heard that they seemed to be busy, and the gifts that were given and the gifts that were received were related to gifts.

On this day, people from the King of Jin's mansion came to report that it was the Lantern Festival. The King of Jin invited Shuangmuzi and others to go to the "Lianghu" to enjoy the lanterns. After the New Year, Shuangmuzi stayed in the room, and occasionally, the dark souls would come to relieve each other's boredom.

On this day, Shuang Muzi finally walked out of the house at the invitation of Dark Soul, and exuded the New Year atmosphere in the backyard; in fact, it is better to say that it is a dark soul invitation than a force.

I saw Frost Muzi gently swinging on the swing in the yard, enjoying the warm sunshine of the New Year.

"It seems that you have completely adapted to the status quo." Dark Soul sat on the rattan chair beside him, looking at the leisurely and contented Shuang Muzi, and his heart was filled with a hint of comfort.

"I said, I just want to be myself." Shuang Muzi rarely has such a state of mind and fully enjoys the freedom in her heart.

"Don't care about anything else, nor do you know whether it's wrong?" There is another meaning in the dark soul words.

Shuang Muzi hesitated for a moment, looked up at the sky, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe..."
Chapter completed!