Ever since he was forced to "compete" with Su Pingchuan that day, Xiao Nanhui took three consecutive days off and did not dare to wander around the city gate.
In fact, even if she went on duty as usual, she would not be able to see Su Pingchuan because General Zuo had also taken leave.
The people in Guangyao Camp began to believe the rumor: the Left General and the newly appointed Right General met on a narrow road outside the city and fought each other. After fighting for three hundred rounds, both were injured and no one was victorious, so they returned home to recuperate.
Of course, Xiao Nanhui didn't know about these things. She was preparing to go south to Jizhou.
She did not tell anyone except Xiao Zhun and Shrike about the task assigned to her by the emperor. She only told others that she was going out of the city with the army and that the journey might take several months.
Du Juan was quite sad about this, probably mainly because of the blind dates Xiao Nanhui would not be able to meet, but before Xiao Nanhui left, he still packed a lot of food and daily necessities for her. She did not dare to tell Du Juan that the mountain-sized bag was sent to Yao Yi as soon as she left the house.
Apart from Jixiang, Pingxian and Shrike, she only brought a small amount of money with her. Her luggage was even less than the last time she went to Huozhou, for fear of attracting too much attention on the road.
She had endured hardships before, and even if she were thrown into the deep mountains and forests for a month, she would still be able to survive. However, Shrike was clearly unwilling to endure hardship with her. When they were almost halfway to Jiazi Avenue, Xiao Nanhui forcibly shook out a few pieces of gold from her.
Xiao Nanhui sneered at Shrike, who, feeling guilty, defended himself, "The Emperor must have been worried that you'd need money to carry out your mission, so he gave it to you. If you forgot to bring it with you, I'm thinking about it for you."
"You're worrying too much." Xiao Nanhui squeezed the gold into a ball and stuffed it into Shrike's hand. "This time, we're going to infiltrate from the grassroots level, so we're pursuing a cost-saving strategy. Before we get too far, quickly return this troublesome thing to me."
The Shrike walked back angrily, and Xiao Nanhui sighed to himself.
Shrike had never been to Lingxi. She grew up there. There was no place to work with gold in that damn place. There were only a few people who could work with gold, and she definitely shouldn't be one of them.
After getting off the horse and squatting by the roadside waiting for the shrike, Xiao Nanhui looked up and suddenly felt that the tree in front of her looked familiar. She looked around and found that this was the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Of course this tree looks familiar. She even squatted on it for a night.
As the saying goes, if you don’t visit the Bodhisattva, you won’t remember the incense.
She almost forgot that she had been framed earlier, and the credit was taken away for no reason. She had wanted to investigate Xiao Zhun's case, but she was at a loss. She had thought about going to settle the score several times before, but in the end she was too scared.
Even if she wanted to exorcise demons and monsters, she had to show some courtesy to the Prime Minister, who was like a giant Buddha.
Whether or not she settled the accounts, she could still ask around, right? That man was a con man, so what if the story about the Prime Minister's retainers was also fake? But the sign Ding Weixiang gave her outside the city that day didn't look fake. So... maybe he stole it?
Xiao Nanhui was tossing and turning in his thoughts when there was suddenly movement at the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
A man who looked like a scholar was coming out of the side door, accompanied by a servant, who also seemed to be a retainer.
Before he could react, Xiao Nanhui had already leaped forward and blocked the other person against the wall.
The man was startled. Perhaps because he had been studying for too long, he had never seen someone so agile and vigorous as a tiger. He immediately took a few steps back and stammered, "Zhuang, Zhuang, what's the matter? Just say it here. Don't argue. I am Prime Minister Bai's student. Don't act recklessly."
Xiao Nan thought to himself: I know you are from the Prime Minister's Mansion, so I'm looking for you.
But this scholar is too weak. Although he also doesn't know martial arts, someone else has much more courage and insight than him.
She was afraid that if he shouted a few more words, he would alarm the people in the mansion, so she tried to put on a friendly expression: "My dear brother, I just want to ask you something, nothing else."
The scholar looked her up and down. Xiao Nanhui was preparing to leave the city today and was dressed very casually. Although he was not a refugee or bandit, he was not from a famous family either. No wonder he acted so rudely.
He immediately felt a little impatient, but he didn't dare to force it. He just looked rather awkward: "I'm in a hurry to get to the North City Academy, so I can't delay."
Xiao Nanhui nodded. "I won't delay your business, brother. I just wanted to ask if there's a retainer named Zhongli in the Prime Minister's residence?" Then, worried that the other party might suspect his intentions, he added, "He owes me money and won't see me, so I've come here to visit."
The scholar was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, as if pondering something: "If I had heard or seen such a strange surname before, I would never forget it."
"So, have you seen it before or not?"
The scholar shook his head.
Xiao Nanhui was unwilling to give up: "Have you ever seen a guard with a sword? His last name is Ding, and he is the lieutenant of the Yanchi Battalion."
This time the scholar finally seemed to have some impression: "You are talking about Lieutenant Ding Weixiang, right? He is good friends with the third young master of the Prime Minister's family, and they often visit each other."
Xiao Nanhui frowned after hearing this.
This was strange. Ding Weixiang always stayed close to his master, so how could he have only seen him? Unless, this person wasn't telling the truth either.
Xiao Nanhui's hesitant gaze fell on the scholar, but the scholar had already hurriedly retreated and walked out with his servant: "I really have something urgent to do. Please make way for me, brother."
In broad daylight, Xiao Nanhui couldn't really stop people from leaving, so he had to make way.
"I'm sorry to trouble you."
The scholar hurried away, and the shrike came back shortly after. Seeing Xiao Nanhui staring blankly at the intersection, he kicked her out of personal vengeance.
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