"You can't really put your finger on it, right? I've finished my work for today, so I have plenty of time to spend the whole night chatting with you and see what's going on in your head."
Xiao Nanhui screamed miserably. She had never understood how a hand as slender as Du Juan could possess the same power as the abbot of Dabei Temple's withered Zen hands.
"Wait."
Zhongli Jing's voice came slowly from the car. Du Juan was stunned for a moment, and the strength of his hands unconsciously loosened a little.
Xiao Nanhui wasn't surprised at all. This was the reaction of most people who heard this sound for the first time.
"Wei Xiang, give Master Yao's luggage to him."
Several cloth bags and the large box Hao Bai had given her were pushed out from behind the carriage curtain. Finally, a hand with distinct joints and delicate jade-like texture stretched out from behind the curtain and elegantly placed the box, obtained with great difficulty, on the top of the pile of luggage. "Master Yao, don't leave this most important thing behind."
Dujuan looked at the hand and swallowed, her voice unconsciously becoming gentle.
"Thank you very much, sir. My Nan Hui has a bad temper and must have offended me in many ways. I hope you can forgive me."
Causing trouble? Who is causing trouble to whom?!
Xiao Nanhui felt that he was definitely doing this on purpose. He had refused to let her get off at the city gate, insisting on choosing Dingyu Street. And he had just happened to run into Du Juan at the Peach Blossom Festival. How could everything be so coincidental? Just as she was about to ask him a question, Du Juan's grip tightened again, this time gripping her waist.
"You've got everything, why don't you come home with me?!"
She barely had time to interact with the people in the carriage before she was forcibly pulled away.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the main street, Xiao Nanhui finally managed to break free.
"Sister Du Juan, don't be angry, I'm doing this for my adoptive father..."
"How could you be doing this for him?! You left without a care in the world. The general is worried about your safety and has been secretly sending people to look for you in Chizhou. I don't know what kind of trouble you have gotten yourself into. His people often come to the mansion at night to report, and the general can't even get a good night's sleep..."
It turned out that the reason why there were fewer assassinations after entering Chizhou was because of Xiao Zhun.
Xiao Nanhui listened blankly, a sweet feeling spreading in her heart. She didn't care at all even though Dujuan's mouth opened and closed to scold her.
Xiao Zhun cares about her.
In this world, there are not many people who care about Xiao Nanhui, so she will cherish every one of them a hundredfold or a thousandfold. Among them, Xiao Zhun is the luckiest thing in Xiao Nanhui's life.
Not to mention asking for the jade seal, even if it was for the moon in the sky, she would be willing to give it a try.
Xiao Nanhui freed one hand in the corner and happily took the box on top of the pile of luggage.
However, the moment she picked up the box, the smile stopped at the corner of her mouth.
This box is a little too light.
She looked up at the street at the entrance of the alley in panic, but the carriage was nowhere to be seen in the hustle and bustle.
Du Juan saw her expression change and was confused. Xiao Nanhui didn't have time to explain and hurriedly opened the box in his hand.
What caught my eye was not a touch of green, but a few clusters of red.
Three very familiar-looking floccoli were lying quietly in the box, but where was the shadow of the jade seal?
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In the deep and shallow alleys to the west of Quecheng, there is a courtyard that looks like a residential house. Facing the street is a three-story building. On the three-story eaves hang rare white jade eaves bells. When the breeze blows, the sound of the jade bells is crisp and pleasant.
There is no plaque or words on the gate facing the street, and only regular visitors know that this is a jade tower.
It was already dark, and there were still candles lit in the building. There was still a lot of noise, and it seemed that the building was not closed yet.
Ding Weixiang drove the carriage slowly to a stop in front of the Yulou gate. A man in gray was already waiting there. After the two men got off the carriage, he drove the carriage away from the gate alone.
Zhongli was actually relaxed and empty-handed, and Ding Weixiang only had the thing in his hand. Now that the box was gone, the treasure was temporarily wrapped in a soft towel, and it was impossible to tell what it was from the outside.
Ding Weixiang weighed the thing in his hand with some emotion.
He had seen his master's attempt to steal the dragon and switch the phoenix from the dragon early on. As a swordsman from a prestigious family, he privately felt that the method was a bit shady, but now thinking about it, it was the best strategy to keep quiet and avoid trouble. After all, in a dispute between the two, Miss Xiao must be a difficult one.
"Wei Xiang, do you think I'm despicable?"
Even after years of companionship, Ding Weixiang was still shocked to have his thoughts suddenly exposed. He quickly said seriously, "The master has his own decision. How dare I make irresponsible remarks?"
However, the man had already walked forward into the building, and Ding Weixiang also collected his thoughts and followed him.
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