Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 28
The westernmost private room on the third floor of Xihua Building.

Standing by the window is a figure in Tsing Yi. He is tall and straight, his black hair is tied up casually with a dark blue hairband, and his face is beautiful, like finely crafted jade. Not a single blemish.

Xihualou is the most famous brothel on Su Street. It is located at the end of Shangsu, and it is also the nearest pavilion to Xiasu. The private room where the man in Tsing Yi is now can see the entrance of Xiasu through the dark red carved wooden window. In this scene, you will also have a panoramic view of everything just now.

The white and thin hands slowly rubbed the smooth and jade-like chin, a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, with a bit of unruly and playful inside, and the corners of the thin lips curled up in a smile that was not a smile.Those people may not know how the man in black made the move just now, but he saw the silver needle between the brows of the strong man, and he shot so quickly without a single drop of blood. It seems that the man in black is also a hidden man Lou's master.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." The man in Tsing Yi turned around slowly, a cold word came out of his thin lips.

The next moment, a woman came in from the outside holding a pot of steaming tea. The woman had a pretty face and a gentle temperament. She was dressed in purple clothes to complement her picturesque figure. She bowed slightly to the man in Tsing Yi, "Young Master!" .”

"How's the matter that I asked you to check?" The man in Tsing Yi sat down at the table, picked up the hot tea he had just brewed, and asked casually.

"There is no result for the time being, please punish me, my lord." The woman in purple said with a little shame as she lowered her head.Zha Tanyi has searched for the owner behind the old man for so long, but she still has no clue. As for the female shopkeeper named Lin Xiao, she also checked, but her background is too simple, as if it was deliberately forged, and it is impeccable.

The man in Tsing Yi waved his hand casually, with a look of indifference, "It's okay, if it's so easy to find out who is behind the old man, I don't have to come to Anyang City myself."

"My lord, there is one more thing..." The woman in purple looked at the man with a somewhat troubled expression.

The man in Tsing Yi took a sip of his tea, then got up and brushed off the non-existing dust on his sleeves elegantly and proudly, "Speak!"

"Zihuang and General Lan seem to have... also come to Anyang City."

"They also came to Anyang City?" His thin lips were raised again, his tone was playful, and his expression was half a smile. "It is said that Shi Ye and Shi Mu are also here, and Anyang City is going to be lively next time!" Finally, he added a sentence indifferently, and the exquisite and unparalleled jade face was a bit indifferent and meaningless, and there was a bit of interest in it. The schadenfreude of the play.

Seeing such a gloating son, the purple-clothed woman's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't speak.

"You go down first!" The man in Tsing Yi said slowly, looking at the sky outside with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, Lu Yun is leaving." After saying that, he turned around and closed the door behind him as he left.

Not long after Muyun left, the man in Tsing Yi walked slowly to the burning incense burner, took the small wooden tongue placed on the wood grinder, and added spices very casually.

About half an hour later, Feng Qingchi, wearing a black cloak, walked out slowly from the inside, followed by a ragged man, with a thin figure and a dirty face, it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Cliff Yao." The man in green shirt half-closed his eyes and looked at Feng Qingchi outside, and called out in a low voice.

The next moment, a man in a black suit quietly appeared in the room, knelt down on one knee, "My lord."

"Follow me." Yuzhi pointed out the window, her gaze fell on Feng Qingchi.

"Yes." After answering, the black shadow flashed and disappeared into the room immediately.

Feng Qingchi walked in front without saying a word, and the people behind her were only six feet away from her.

The moonlight was thin, but it still stretched the shadows of the two very long.

The person behind was wearing dirty and tattered clothes, which looked extremely ill-fitting. His hair was disheveled and his face was so dirty that he couldn't distinguish his face at all. However, those long and narrow red phoenix eyes were extremely seductive.At this time, those seductive red phoenix eyes looked at the black figure in front of him with a bit of timidity and respect, and followed behind her cautiously and laboriously.

Feeling that after leaving Xia Su, there was a sudden breath, Feng Qingchi sneered in his heart, the arc of his lips became a little colder, then stopped, his eyes looked at the ragged man through the cloak , his eyes fell on the other party's bleeding bare feet, and he asked indifferently: "Can I go?"

The man was slightly stunned, his seductive eyes glanced at Feng Qingchi and then lowered instantly, "Yes." Even his voice was dry and seductive.

"If you can't, don't be brave!" The cold words escaped from the lips, and then put an arm around the man's waist, and the two of them got into the barren forest together on tiptoe, and disappeared in the next moment.

Clover Yao frowned slightly, and appeared at the place where Feng Qingchi was just now.He, Clover, lost track of the person he was following? !
With a sound of "咻", a silver needle struck towards Muyao with lightning speed, so fast that even Muyao couldn't dodge it, and directly stabbed him.

But at the next moment, Muyao found that he couldn't move his whole body. He tried to break through with his kung fu, but it still didn't work at all.His complexion couldn't help but sink slightly, he was plotted against?

"Don't waste your time, there is my drug on it, you can't solve it." As soon as the cold words fell, Feng Qingchi walked out from behind a big tree under the moonlight, followed by a person silently .

(End of this chapter)