Chapter 167 Chapter 167 Gongsun Hong has closed the net.
Gongsun Hong closed the net.
The three-way standoff collapsed tonight.
The night was silent. No matter how hard one listened, Luojing City was drowned in a dead silence.
Everything is as usual, but the situation has changed dramatically.
A chill seeped through the cracks in her bones, making her shiver all the way to her teeth.
"How's the situation over there?"
Wu Dao squatted beside her couch and revealed his figure:
"have no idea."
"You don't know?" She pulled her sleeves to cover her hairy forearms. "There's such a big thing going on over there, and you're not there to monitor the progress, but you actually come back to me? What do I need you for?"
"I was chased back. It's not that I don't want to help you keep an eye on things." Wu Dao scratched his head, sat down cross-legged on the ground, and said, "They're busy over there. There's no place for me to get involved. There's not even room to stand."
"What's going on?"
"I don't know Gongsun Hong's exact plan. But after the order to close the net was issued, all colleagues in Luojing were ordered to remain in their positions and stand by to help cover any problems. The elders of the Seven Killings were ordered to provide support and are waiting outside Prince Ding's mansion. The message from within is that Chang must be killed tonight."
Wu Dao laughed, his eyes were vicious and fierce, the light in them was like a broken blade:
"So, all colleagues tonight, obey the orders. For Chang, Gongsun Hong is the first hurdle tonight. If Gongsun Hong fails, Qi Sha outside the palace will be the second hurdle. It's a dragnet, and even a fly is an enemy. Even if he's just a fly, there's no way he can escape."
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Every fly is an enemy?"
Wu Dao was sweating profusely as he pondered, "Uh, that kid Lun Zhu taught me a word."
Nan Qiong Shuang helplessly held her forehead: "...every tree and grass is an enemy."
Wu Dao scratched his cheekbone and smiled apologetically.
Nan Qiong Shuang: "And that's not how it's supposed to be used, idiot."
Wu Dao smiled shamelessly, "I haven't finished yet. Tonight, all my colleagues are listening attentively. Whoever is told to go must go, and no one is allowed to disobey orders. That's why I came back to find you."
Nan Qiong Shuang clutched the brocade quilt tightly with a heavy heart.
It was at this time that I made an appointment with Gu Huaijin to meet him.
He was a sensitive and thoughtful person. She had broken the appointment without a word. Who knew what else he could come up with?
She asked, "When you came out, had you finished the fight or were you about to do it?"
Wu Dao: "The little one was chased out during the clearing. The time is set at midnight, so it should be almost here now."
"Who is the commander-in-chief?"
"Mojiao."
Mo Jiao was the former head of the Qi Sha Hall. He had mismanaged the situation a few days ago and fell into Gu Huaijin's hands, causing the sect to suffer heavy losses, and was therefore dismissed from his position.
"Such a big thing, and he is responsible for it again?" She had a bad feeling. Mo Jiao was arbitrary and stubborn. He would be conservative when playing cards. Once the game started, he would be the least likely to gamble and have fun. Why was he still responsible for this?
She asked, "Should those on standby outside listen to him, or should Gongsun Hong also listen to him?"
Wu Dao: "Then I don't know."
She was worried and frowned without saying anything for a long time.
"You should find a place for me to keep an eye on. If anything happens, come back and let me know. If Gongsun Hong succeeds, the capital will be in turmoil tonight. I must think things over."
If Chang Da died tonight, who would inherit his Fuyu Three Guards, the Chang Family Army, and the army outside Shanhaiguan? If he died early, perhaps he would have left a will. But even if his will was followed, whether his two sons would obey or not was one question; whether his army would obey or not was another.
If there were no last words, how Chang Zhong and Chang Ping would react and how they would get along was a big question that was hard to predict. How the Daming Palace would react was even more unknown.
If he hadn't died, the situation in the capital would have been even more unpredictable.
She was so confused that for a moment it felt as if her head was filled with a tangled ball of wool, so messy that she couldn't find the end of the thread.
Wu Dao chuckled, "No, auntie. Lord Mo ordered me to come back and guard you, in case the Lord needs you."
"My health is already in such poor condition. Even if the Seven Killers were to die, they wouldn't let me, a member of Paradise Hall, go out to make up the numbers." She was anxious. She wanted to think quietly for a while, but also wanted to secretly send a message to Gu Huaijin, "Get out of here now! Don't keep me here while I think about things!"
"Auntie." Wu Dao sat on the ground with his legs spread out, his left hand dangling on his knee. "I haven't been with you these days, and you don't think about me at all. I just got here, and you want me to leave again."
He grinned, his sharp canine teeth gleaming coldly. "What's up? Is there something urgent?"
Nan Qiong Shuang got goosebumps all over her body and sneered:
"Stop talking nonsense. Don't forget how you knelt down to beg me, you bastard! As time goes by, even if I give you a few smiles, you won't be able to take your own weight off! Is it your turn to blackmail me? To blackmail me?!"
She raised her eyebrows, and her mist blade shrank instantly, changing her expression to a flattering one: "Oh, no, that's wrong, please calm down." She chuckled bitterly, "But I really don't dare to leave. The informant from above is also nearby. If Lord Mo has an order, they will come here to find me! If I can't receive the order, won't it delay things?"
Having said that, Nan Qiong Shuang knew that she could no longer chase him away.
If he is chased again, he will definitely figure out something.
She grabbed the brocade pillow on the couch and threw it at his head, gritting her teeth: "Then get out of here, and don't be around me! It's because of you that the Concubine Dowager insisted on saying that I was having an affair with a man!"
Wu Dao hid himself with a smile on his face.
Once he used the invisibility technique, he was like a ball of ink disappearing into the water. Even if you stared with your eyes wide open, you couldn't find his figure.
Nan Qiongshuang leaned against the bed frame in frustration and closed her eyes.
She may receive orders at any time, and Wu Dao will never leave her side tonight.
This bastard's nose is as sensitive as a wild animal's. It would be extremely difficult to do anything under his nose.
She thought for a while, then opened the bed curtain and got out of bed.
Mist Blade: "What are you doing?"
She sighed, "It's such a big deal. I can't sleep. Just calm down."
As he spoke, he walked to the table, picked out a book from the bookshelf beside him, spread it out in the moonlight, and dipped a pen in ink.
Wu Dao, from somewhere, peeked at the words on the page from afar, "Namo Amitabha (1)... Dota, what the hell is Dota. Dodiyeta. What the hell is that?"
Nan Qiong Shuang spread out the paper and held up her wrist, "Fool, Buddhist scriptures."
"Nirvana Mantra".
When she took the book down, she deliberately covered the words on the spine and covered the title with a paperweight.
Wu Dao will never discover the mystery of this sutra.
No one else can notice it either.
Only someone like Gu Huaijin, who loves to read a few pages of Buddhist scriptures all day, would understand what she is doing.
She wrote openly, stroke by stroke.
"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you fasting and chanting Buddhist scriptures? Interesting."
She was indifferent: "I have too many things on my mind. I am writing and sorting them out at the same time."
Wu Dao fell silent. The only sound in the bedroom was the rustling of her sleeves brushing against rice paper.
However, this clue is better than nothing and may not be of any use.
If she didn't receive a special order tonight, she would have to stay in Handan Palace all night. If Gu Huaijin came looking for her through the secret passage, he would see her in person and wouldn't need the calligraphy. Wu Dao thought he was another target of hers and wouldn't harm her.
This copybook will only be useful if she really needs to go out of the palace on business.
It’s better to be prepared just in case.
However, perhaps he is too busy to care about love.
Something had happened to Prince Ding, and he must have been incredibly worried. He wondered if Gongsun Hong could succeed in his attack. If he did, the situation would change dramatically. If not, who would win or lose in a clash between the three Fuyu guards and the Chang family army from the prince's palace and the elite troops of the Seven Assassins?
No matter which side wins or loses, he cannot escape unscathed. He must be commanding the Flying Fish Guards to maintain stability in the middle of the night in order to save King Ding's life.
If Prince Ding's Mansion couldn't hold out, they might ask Gu Huaijin to borrow the Feiyu Guard. If they could handle it, the commotion on the streets would be enough to drive him crazy, so he would still lead the Feiyu Guard to hunt down the assassins and seal the city gates.
The night was long and uncertain, and he was doomed to be sleepless.
She sighed softly and sadly.
He had just gotten a good night's sleep last night, but she accidentally woke him up.
If I had known this, I would have slept with him more.
After filling the page, she put down her pen worriedly, set it aside in the moonlight, and replaced it with a new piece of paper.
Suddenly Wu Dao spoke again: "Auntie."
She glanced out the window at the quiet night, where a cold blue moonlight shone. "Hmm?"
"The informant has sent a letter."
Her pen suddenly stopped in the air.
Mist Blade's voice was urgent:
"Something went wrong over there, Gongsun Hong missed."
"What's going on?"
"The reason hasn't been reported. But the Qisha people and the Dingwang people have engaged in combat."
"Who has the upper hand?"
"It's being fought. The whole city is watching and spreading the news."
"Want to transfer me?"
"Nothing. Just telling everyone to be on guard and keep each other informed."
"Has the Gu family made any moves? Where is the Daming Palace?"
"No, I don't know."
I think the situation over there is too chaotic and the informants can't keep an eye on too many people.
She was even more confused and wanted to copy a few more words, but she couldn't continue. She put down the pen and turned around a few times, but her heart became even more uneasy. Finally, she had no choice but to walk back to the table to get a pen.
Just as he wrote two more words, the voice of the mist knife sounded again:
"Another letter."
Her hands trembled and her whole body felt cold.
"Not good. The three Fuyu guards are too powerful, and the Seven Killers can't hold their own. Lord Mo is ready to let the others retreat. Prince Ding is not dead yet, so Lord Mo plans to give it another try, leaving two or three masters to fight with him."
"He wants to gamble again?" A gambler is a gambler, and a dog will always eat shit.
"All three Fuyu guards are out, chasing our men all over the city. Our men are running for their lives. They've split up into four directions, and a group of them have already gone out to provide cover."
"What about me?"
"No."
It's easy to imagine that her identity is far more important than her skills. She won't be on the scene until there are no more soldiers left.
"Are all the three Fuyu guards out?"
"That's what the eyes say."
Then, the ones staying in the palace were the Chang family soldiers. After the assassination attempt, it was impossible for Prince Ding not to have someone by his side.
"Where's the Daming Palace? Where's the Gu?"
"No."
She forced herself to calm down and walked to the window to look at the moon.
Faintly, one could already hear some sounds of fighting and shouting outside.
She took a long, anxious breath and let it out slowly, pressing her fingers against the window and pinching.
"Another letter."
"The three Fuyu Guards were chasing us recklessly on horseback through the streets. The officers and soldiers were alarmed and began blocking the roads. The Feiyu Guards were also dispatched and were chasing our men. This is not good."
"How is Changda?"
She didn't care how many people died in the Seven Killings. As long as Chang Da survived, the situation could remain stable for a few more days.
"Not dead. All the experts that Lord Mo brought with him are dead. Lord Mo is just trying to hold on for a while."
It is true.
"How long will it take?"
"I guess it's the Cloud Man Moon."
She sneered, "Such a big thing, and everyone in front of you is dead before you know how to manipulate the clouds and conceal the moon?"
"There were too many pursuers, making it too difficult to escape. The second group came out to provide cover. The Seven Killers lost quite a few men."
"What fraction?"
"...New news. The third group of cover troops has been dispatched. Gu has commandeered the fireworks shop and supplied fireworks to the three guards of Fuyu. If they spot our men, they'll launch them immediately. It's like New Year's Eve outside now. We can't hide anymore. Everyone must scatter and flee to prevent an outflanking attack."
"...We're surrounded by soldiers on Chang'an Avenue. They're no match for us, so we're breaking out. Lord Mo is still waiting for an opportunity at Prince Ding's mansion. Yun Manyue hasn't been transferred for a long time, and the reason is unknown."
"The fourth group of cover troops has been dispatched. The Flying Fish Guards have caught up with the officers and soldiers. Our men have broken the encirclement, and the Flying Fish Guards are in hot pursuit. A city-wide curfew has been imposed, and officers and soldiers are patrolling every house. No one is allowed to harbor assassins."
"The fifth batch...aunt."
His voice paused for a moment.
"I'm calling you, auntie." Wu Dao stepped out from the shadows, "It's your turn."
Her lips parted, and unexpectedly, she was speechless.
"I want you to wait near the Duke's Mansion on Suzaku Street. If our people are there, provide cover and support, and you must not disobey orders."
She gripped the pen and took two quick, cool breaths, the chill reaching her lungs.
"I can't fight anymore, and you still want me to go?"
Wu Dao: "Gongsun Hong is in charge of the same area as us."
Nan Qiong Shuang breathed softly for a moment, then without saying a word, walked to the wardrobe and took out her white gauze veil hat.
An operation of this magnitude would not tolerate disobedience. Mo Jiao was no fool; he would not assign the center's mission to her.
She changed into the white dress she usually wore when on errands, put on a veil hat in the moonlight, put spider silk rings on her ten fingers, and wore a sword at her waist.
Wu Dao was already standing by the window waiting for her.
He knew that her health was very poor and she had to be accompanied by him if she wanted to go to Zhuque Street.
Nan Qiongshuang turned around and looked around, picked up the brocade pillow on the ground, stuffed it into the quilt, and stuffed a few more clothes in, trying her best to make it seem as if there was someone in the room. She also carefully tidied the bed curtains and hid the shoes.
Wu Dao had already squatted down, hunched over, waiting for her to come up: "Hurry up."
She did as she was told.
At the last moment before Wu Dao stood up and jumped out of the window, Nan Qiong Shuang habitually looked back to check.
But I saw that the carved wooden door had a small crack.
In the narrow crack, there is a person and an eye.
His face was pale, his eyes were black, and he stared intently.
Li Shenshu.
*
Zhuque Street has not yet been affected by the bloody storm.
Luojing City was poor in the east and rich in the west. A central street, Qinglong Street, divided the capital into two parts: the east was home to the market and the west was home to the residences of the nobility. Zhuque Street was the most prosperous and luxurious street in the west. During court hours, the dozens-foot-wide avenue was jammed with luxury cars, leaving no room for anyone to pass.
The Duke of Qi's Mansion is on Zhuque Street.
Nan Qiong Shuang lay on the back of Wu Dao, and the mansions of wealthy families passed by one after another under her feet.
The nobles’ houses all had big round red lanterns hanging in front of their doors, but in the dark night, the few lanterns looked rather cold and desolate.
Looking up, the roof tiles were dull, gray and cold, and under the moonlight, the sky was boundless.
Suddenly, in the distance, there was a vague figure running and jumping on the eaves, like a swift.
Wu Dao was running breathlessly: "Hey, is that Lord Yun in front?"
"How could it be Yun Man Yue? He's not wearing armor, not even night clothes."
"But that Qinggong is truly remarkable. Isn't it?"
She patted Wu Dao's shoulder and said, "Run a few steps quickly and hide yourself. Let me take a look."
Wu Dao was panting so hard that his tongue was sticking out. "You're running too fast. I can't keep up."
"What do you want to do with me!" She slapped him on the head with a sound like a melon snapping. "If you can't keep up, I'll kill you!"
Wu Dao cried out in pain, wailed, and ran wildly with his back teeth gritted.
After a moment, the figure was still separated from the two of them by five or six rooftops. The distance was so far that the man did not notice it.
Nan Qiong Shuang leaned over Wu Dao's back and squinted her eyes to watch carefully. She saw that the man moved as fast as the wind, and his steps were almost not touching the ground. She was more and more surprised. She looked again and saw that the man was only wearing a sky-blue brocade robe, which was tied at the waist, with broad shoulders and long legs.
Maybe he is a young man with great martial arts skills.
There's actually this guy in the capital, whose Qing Gong is on par with the Mist Blade. The entire capital is under martial law, yet he's out for a stroll in the middle of the night. Who is he?
Nan Qiongshuang grabbed Wu Dao's clothes and whispered, "Go a little closer, go under the eaves, I want to take a look..."
Across five or six roofs, the man turned his head.
Nan Qiong Shuang was stunned.
Wu Dao chuckled: "I told you, it's Lord Yun!"
"Shuang'er." Yun Manyue paused in the air for a moment intentionally. God knows how she managed to run wildly one second and stop the next, hanging motionless in the air. "Did they send you all out?"
After a brief pause, the mist blade shot across the eaves in front, and the three of them were now side by side, running together.
"You..." Nan Qiong Shuang stammered, "Where's your armor? Where's your nightgown? Are you going to Prince Ding's mansion like this?"
Yun Manyue ran wildly without any disturbance of his breath, and smiled.
"Wearing a brocade robe?" She thought it was ridiculous. "The capital is in chaos, and it's probably as tough as ice over there. Are you going to kill Prince Ding like this?"
He looked her over again, "Where's your halberd?"
Yun Man Yue was not wearing armor, carrying a halberd, or wearing a mask.
It’s as if I was going to a theater to listen to music.
"I don't like to take it. It's in the instructor's hand."
Nan Qiong Shuang looked back, but there was no trace of him. "Where's the teaching guide?"
"I didn't catch up, so I don't know."
"Didn't catch up?" Nan Qiong Shuang's eyebrows twitched. "None of your three instructors caught up?"
"If I'm not very active, do I have to wait for them?"
Are you not diligent in teaching your legs and feet?
Nan Qiong Shuang swallowed down her admiration and uneasiness, and asked, "You're going to kill Prince Ding without armor or a halberd?"
Yun Man Yue casually raised something, a white folding fan: "Isn't there a fan here?"
……fan.
Take a fan, go and fight with the three guards of Fu Yu, and go straight to Ding Wang's lair.
She had heard that Yun Manyue had a peacock fan with hidden mechanisms in each feather. It looked ordinary, but in fact, the edge was as sharp as an iron saw. It could be used as a boomerang when thrown. Anyone who fought with it would be dead.
However, it was still too...
"Do you know the situation over there? Not only are there the Chang family army in the palace, but there might also be elites from the three Fuyu guards. The Feiyu guards might also be coming to support them. Are you really not going to take anything?"
"I got it." She reached up with her other hand from behind her back, a bag of things dangling from her fingertips. "I bought some buns."
Nan Qiong Shuang remained silent for two moments with difficulty.
After a long pause, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "So, the informant said you haven't been transferred yet. Are you going to..."
Yun Manyue answered naturally: "I am used to having some midnight snacks."
Nan Qiong Shuang was speechless. There were some things she couldn't understand.
She could only respect: "Okay, be careful."
Yun Manyue was quite enthusiastic: "Do you want it? Have you eaten dinner yet? Here you go?"
Nan Qiong Shuang: "...No, no."
Since she didn't want the buns, Yun Manyue put his hands behind his back and said, "Mo Jiao actually sent you out? With such a sickly body? Is he crazy?"
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Is he going to compete with you for the position of the leader of the Seven Killings Hall?"
Yun Man Yue stepped into the air and smiled lightly.
"He should have transferred you long ago, but he didn't because he wanted to take all the credit. If the previous people hadn't died and he had no other choice, he would never have transferred you. He hasn't given up yet and is still waiting outside Prince Ding's Mansion, waiting for an opportunity. You must not only be careful of the Three Guards of Fuyu, but also be careful of him. Don't let the mantis catch the cicada and let the oriole take advantage of you."
"Him?" Yun Manyue smiled casually, "He'd have to have that ability."
"I know you're strong." Nan Qiong Shuang was worried. "It's because you're strong that others are jealous of you. Be careful and be wary of Mo Jiao as much as you are of Prince Ding."
"Okay, got it." Yun Manyue smiled, her pair of intimidating phoenix eyes gleaming brightly. "Thank you, Shuang'er, for the heads-up. What's your mission?"
"Provide cover for the retreat," she said, "near the Duke's Mansion, with Gongsun Hong."
"You have to be careful too. You two don't know martial arts. If anything happens, lead them to Prince Ding's mansion and call me."
She swallowed the words "no martial arts" with a cold sweat and sighed, "It should be fine. Who dares to act rashly in Suzaku Street? Even the three guards of Fuyu have to restrain themselves when they arrive at the Duke's Mansion."
Yun Manyue smiled and nodded, "Okay. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. After hearing what you said, I'm also afraid that he will steal the credit."
After saying that, he kicked off with his toes, and the two gradually separated. Yun Manyue was like an arrow shot from a bow, heading towards Prince Ding's mansion.
Nan Qiong Shuang chatted with her for a while, and her headache was still splitting. She grabbed Wu Dao's clothes and covered her forehead.
Wu Dao breathed heavily and gradually stopped:
"Auntie, we're here."
Nan Qiong Shuang then lowered her head and looked down.
The roof's eaves, like fish scales, stretched endlessly, their corners tilted high. The green tiles shone a bluish-gray under the moonlight. Amidst the dense, small tiles stood a figure, in a red dress, sleeves, and hat covered in red gauze, like a flame.
Wu Dao stopped and slowly fell from the air, stepping on the tiles with a slight creaking sound.
The woman wearing a red gauze hat turned around when she heard the voice.
Nan Qiong Shuang got off Wu Dao's back.
On the far side of the eaves, a tall shadow sat on the ground with his legs propped up. Wu Dao walked over and gave the man a fist bump. —Gongsun Hong's teachings, Lun Zhu.
The two faced each other, and neither of them spoke first.
At the last Pipa Contest, Gu Huaijin had disrupted the situation, and the two of them had really shown their killer moves, leaving the party on bad terms. She knew Gongsun Hong had misunderstood, but explaining was too much trouble, and she didn't like to explain, so she let her misunderstanding continue.
However, no matter how badly they get along, they are still colleagues.
She coughed lightly and spoke first: "What happened? Did you fail? Were you exposed?"
Gongsun Hong didn't want to pay any attention, so she hugged her shoulders and turned away.
Nan Qiong Shuang looked at her through the white veil of her hat, and was a little impatient: "What time is it? It's such a big deal. Speak up."
"No." The red veil covered Gongsun Hong's face, making it impossible to see her expression. "It wasn't exposed, but something went wrong."
She didn't respond and gestured for her to continue.
"I was originally going to poison that guy tonight. To do so, I cooked a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus and blood-red swallow's nest porridge for that pig-head, and put arsenic in it. However, I couldn't deliver the poison to that pig-head myself, so I made it and left it there."
"Apart from the soldiers, the majority of people in the mansion are women. I'm favored, and some people can't stand it. So when I put my bowl of porridge aside after making it, a woman would take it and claim credit for it."
"Chang Da loves tonics and does everything he can to find elixirs for immortality, so I bet he'll definitely use that bowl of porridge. I was afraid of being implicated, so I watched the woman enter his room and left. I just didn't expect the woman who wanted to take credit for it to be so stupid."
"how?"
"I heard that in order to seduce that idiot, she flattered him in every possible way and took a mouthful of the porridge in her mouth, intending to pass it to him orally."
"I only held it in my mouth for a moment, how could it possibly be poisonous? I guess I swallowed it secretly. It was a bowl of blood swallow after all."
"Who knew, you'd ruin my good fortune?" Gongsun Hong sneered, "You're such a jerk to the core. You've thrown away a life for nothing."
"I see." Nan Qiong Shuang gazed uneasily at the moonlight and sighed. "She's dead, and you weren't exposed. You're lucky. In recent years, no assassination has been smooth and has no complications. Assassins are like that, walking on the edge of a knife, never knowing where the next step might lead. Just be open-minded."
Gongsun Hong snorted indifferently.
She crossed her arms and said, "Let me ask you, what happened to that guy at the last conference?"
Nan Qiong Shuang knew that she had always been bothered by this matter, but she didn't expect her to ask so calmly, as if she was willing to listen to her explanation.
She didn't know how to explain it to the most appropriate extent, so she turned her head and looked at the moonlight without answering.
"Why? You want me to ask? Shouldn't you be the one to explain?" Gongsun Hong stared at her blurry face behind the white veil. The more she looked, the more she felt that she didn't care about her. She was furious. "I'm waiting for your explanation, Nan Qiong Shuang."
Is it important to explain or not?
Nan Qiong Shuang doesn't care about love or friendship. She doesn't care who despises whom or who betrays whom. Over the years, she's been open-minded about everything.
She still didn't speak.
"Okay, okay, you're amazing, Nan Qiong Shuang." Gongsun Hong was so angry that she was shaking, and even her rouge-red veil trembled. "I still considered you a friend, but you've lost your conscience! I've asked you, but you won't tell me. I was dreaming, thinking I could open up to my colleagues!"
Nan Qiong Shuang felt a little sad and ashamed after hearing this. She hesitated for a while, wrapping her fingers around the tassel of the scabbard.
"I don't know how to explain it, just think about it."
"Can't you tell me? Gu is your old enemy. He's the one who got you last time. Can't you tell me? Why are you acting like a piece of ice?"
She paused: "You know?"
Gongsun Hong was furious: "Of course I know! Do you think I would come back to reconcile with you if I didn't know?"
Reconcile?
Nan Qiong Shuang had never thought in her life that someone would chase her and beg her to reconcile - except that person.
"Didn't that Gu guy attempt suicide a few days ago? Chang Da sent an informant to get information, and he said that before he died, he kept muttering about his former unlucky sect, apologizing to his father, and a woman's name, Jiaojiao'er."
"Chang Da didn't know who that woman was, so he wanted to find Gu's weakness from that woman, so he asked around the military camp and the government office. After asking everyone, he finally found someone who had been in the underworld and said that she was his old lover when he was the young leader. Because of this woman, the entire Tianshan Mountain was destroyed, and he hated her to the core."
"Isn't this what we do? I immediately guessed it was you. Later, Chang Da found the portrait he had distributed when he was looking for someone. When I saw it, I was even more convinced it was you. That was your old enemy, why didn't you tell me? I thought you two had colluded and were here to trick me!"
Because her relationship with this old enemy was not as innocent as Gongsun Hong thought.
Nan Qiong Shuang remained silent.
Suddenly, she shuddered, "Chang Da saw my portrait?" Chang Da had also seen her, so doesn't that mean -
"Chang Da didn't think that, he thought it was a coincidence." Gongsun Hong's brightly painted nails tapped his arm again and again. "Who were you back then? Who are you now? No matter how similar you look, without evidence, he didn't dare to think that."
Yes, back then she was just a fatherless and motherless boat girl at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.
Now, she is the emperor's favorite concubine and the regent's cousin in the imperial city.
"I'm sorry." After a long pause, she let out a soft sigh from beneath the white veil. "I nearly died at the hands of a colleague when I was twelve. Ever since then, I've been wary of them. There are some things even they won't tell me."
Gongsun Hong snorted, "You're so arrogant! You don't even bother explaining yourself to anyone who misunderstands you. Who do you care about?"
Choking and sharp.
It was she who didn't take the other person seriously and betrayed his friendship. Nan Qiongshuang felt a little guilty and said nothing in embarrassment.
"Suozi!"
She was startled and turned around to see Wu Dao and Lun Zhu sitting cross-legged on the roof, smiling at each other, each holding a handful of cards in his hand. Lun Zhu picked out a card and threw it out with a snapping sound.
She just wanted to find a way out: "Why are you playing cards when you're out on business?"
The two pretended not to hear and smiled happily.
Wu Dao held the cards in his hand, carefully picked one out with his teeth, and spat it out: "Dream on!"
The cards fluttered down lightly, and Lunzhu's face turned pale.
Gongsun Hong: "I'm talking to you! Stop changing the subject!"
Nan Qiong Shuang was exposed, like a cat caught red-handed, feeling a little disappointed and licking her lips awkwardly.
Gongsun Hong: "Apologize. Let's both apologize."
She crossed her arms, and although she was begging for peace, she stood straight and refused to look at her.
Lun Zhu: "Wan Zi!" A burst of hysterical laughter.
Gongsun Hong finally turned her head and said, "Are you annoying me? Shut up!"
"Come on, Red Ancestor, let's play cards! This idiot has no hands. Look at his behavior, he can't even play the cards!" Lun Zhu was so happy that he almost rolled off the tiles.
"Get lost! Your daddy will kill you with one hand!"
Nan Qiong Shuang closed her eyes and let out a long sigh: "...I'm sorry."
Gongsun Hong snorted softly, held her head high, stuffed something into her arms, and strode away: "Me too. I'll return your Yunyi Brocade to you."
After saying that, he walked over to the two of them and sat down, then turned around and said, "Come over and play for a while! No one's coming here, it's the middle of the night."
Nan Qiongshuang stood on the eaves and looked around.
Zhuque Street was shrouded in the night. There were no soldiers, no assassins, and no Fu Yu Sanwei. The road surface was reflected in the blue-green color by the moonlight, and there was a cold tranquility.
That night, the whole city was filled with blood and gore, but Suzaku Street was almost peaceful.
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