It was not until lunchtime that the heat on Xu Nuo's face subsided. Being caught peeping at someone changing clothes could be ranked among the top three darkest moments in his life.
"What do you want to eat? Hmm?" The man's voice beside him was deep and magnetic, with a hint of heat from his breath. He Ye had practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed internal energy, so his physical condition was excellent. Even though Xu Nuo shivered without a heater in the late autumn, he still exuded warmth from his body.
Xu Nuo shuddered, pulling himself back from the shameful recollection. He calmly took a small step away from him and said, "I eat anything."
"Okay," He Ye raised his hand to call Ah Fu over, gave him a few instructions, and then turned to look at him, "Are there any snacks left from yesterday?"
There were still quite a few dim sum left from the three large bags. Xu Nuo was about to speak when He Ye took the initiative to say to Ah Fu, "Go buy him a portion of any of the popular food in Beijing, and make sure it's clean."
This kind of job was very lucrative, and Ah Fu could also get a lot of food, so he ran away in a hurry, unable to suppress the smile on his fat face.
"No need to bother," Xu Nuo tugged at the corner of He Ye's clothes, "I can't eat so much."
The small action of being pulled on the corner of his clothes inexplicably piqued He Ye's interest. The man was in a good mood and thought to himself that it was indeed the right decision. On the surface, he pretended to be serious and patted the boy's head, "I'll eat the leftovers."
He Ye probably wanted to take this opportunity to say a few more words and create an image of himself as tall and majestic, but his subordinates seemed to have something to talk to him about, so he left reluctantly.
Xu Nuo stared at his back, lost in thought with an unconscious smile on his face, until a small stone fell from the sky and hit him right at his feet.
Just now, the two of them were strolling in the mansion casually, and unknowingly they had reached the edge of the mansion. Now he was standing not far from the wall, and the stone seemed to have flown in from outside the wall.
A chill rose from the soles of his feet to his whole body. He had been so relaxed in the past two days that Xu Nuo almost forgot that he was still a spy for the Southern Kingdom. The plot that could not be ignored was still a bomb buried between him and He Ye.
"Ding! Triggering the plot mission! Host, please perform the spy mission according to the character setting."
Xu Nuo made a bitter face and dug the ground with his toes, "Can't you just not do it?"
"No," 666 refused sternly, adding softly, "As long as it looks okay on the surface... I won't be that strict!"
With its guarantee, Xu Nuo felt more at ease and reluctantly moved under the wall.
This time it was a stone wrapped in a piece of paper. Xu Nuo looked around with a guilty conscience, and after making sure that no one was around, he quickly squatted down, pulled out the paper ball and held it in his palm.
The paper ball was wrinkled, but the words inside were still clearly visible.
"Submit intelligence every three days and place it under the empty brick here."
Xu Nuo read it again before stuffing the paper ball into his sleeve, waiting to return to his room to burn it.
The wall here looked no different from those anywhere else. Xu Nuo suppressed his nervousness and squatted down to look at the bricks at the base of the wall. He poked at each brick with his fingers and sure enough, he found the empty brick mentioned in the paper ball. It was not heavy and was not embedded in the wall, so it was easy to take out.
The sound of servants chatting came from a distance. Xu Nuo didn't dare to stay here any longer. He slapped his face to wake up and quickly ran back to the room.
The lit silver charcoal brazier in the room relaxed Xu Nuo's stiff body a lot. The boy sat down on the chair and stared at the white paper on the table in a daze.
"We need to submit intelligence tonight, so hurry up, Nuonuo!"
"Okay--" Xu Nuo picked up the pen listlessly, but he was not very good at using the brush, and the words he wrote were crooked.
"He Ye, attends court, practices martial arts, and loves snacks every day"
"I've finished writing!" Xu Nuo put the pen back on the shelf and swung his calves on the chair with satisfaction.
The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Now he didn't have to betray He Ye, and he could be considered a spy, killing two birds with one stone. Anyway, he had only been there for two days and didn't know anything.
"Young Master," Ah Fu's voice rang out from the doorway, "It's time for lunch!"
"Coming," Xu Nuo jumped off the chair, pushed open the door and ran out. The wooden door behind him creaked and bounced back, leaving a small gap.
The dining table was filled with light and healthy dishes and medicinal foods, which looked like they were carefully prepared by the kitchen, but He Ye was still not there.
"Where's He Ye? Isn't he going to eat anymore?"
Ah Fu secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. It had only been two days and the young master could already call the general by his full name. It turned out that he was right to treat him as the young master.
"The general is still discussing matters," Ah Fu shook his head, "you can eat first."
Xu Nuo nodded, but did not pick up his chopsticks. He sat there quietly waiting for He Ye. He had already agreed to serve He Ye, and it didn't make sense for him to let the host eat the leftovers.
He Ye had just finished dealing with some business in the study when a spy came to report that Nan Guo had been very restless recently and seemed about to reveal his true colors. By then, he might not be able to stay in the mansion to accompany the young man.
On the table in the study were various kinds of food that Ah Fu had just bought. He Ye stood up and picked them up in his hand, ready to put them into the room for Xu Nuo.
The door of the boy's room was ajar. He Ye thought he was still in the room, so he knocked on the door and walked in, only to find that the room was empty.
He Ye put the oil-paper package of food on the table for him, imagining the boy's reaction when he saw these novel snacks, and a smile unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
Besides the inkstone and pen holder, there was also a piece of paper on the table. He Ye had no intention of prying into his privacy, but Xu Nuo didn't seem to be very good at writing. Every word was written in large and crooked shapes, which attracted special attention.
It is said that a person's handwriting reflects his character. Although He Ye would frown at the sight of his handwriting at ordinary times, it now looked particularly clumsy and cute. It was as if one could see through the paper the boy writing, sitting on a chair, holding the pen with great effort, and clumsily writing down those crooked big characters.
"He Ye, every time he goes to court, practices martial arts, and loves to eat snacks"
The person recorded on the paper couldn't help laughing out loud. Does this mean I want to understand him so much?
He Ye reached out and rubbed the rice paper a few times, as if touching the cheek of the person who wrote.
So cute.
"Ding! Heart rate 70!"
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