Chapter 71: Hidden Well

"Mr. Chang'an, where is Lady Hu?"

Han Fei patted his chest and calmed his breathing.

Cheng Jiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Han Fei would bring Ni Lin to fight him to death. It was because he was always guilty.

"Miss Hu should still be behind, accompanied by the Fourth Young Master."

Cheng Jiao quickly showed Han Fei the way.

Honglian pouted: "Brother, why are you looking for that vixen? I get angry when I see her."

Han Fei looked at Honglian holding Cheng Jiao's arm, looking very intimate, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Forget it! Business is more important.

He needed to ask Lady Hu about some past events of her sister, Mrs. Hu, to confirm his guess.

"Honglian, it's late at night. Let Master Chengjiao take you home. I have something else to do. I will take you out to play when I have time."

Honglian opened her mouth slightly, looking at Han Fei's anxious look, she was very angry, and gave her another bad check.

"Let's go and never talk to him again!"

Honglian pulled Cheng Jiao out, and Cheng Jiao was wondering why Han Fei was looking for Lady Hu.

Did he want to find Li Kai's whereabouts? It was very possible, but Han Fei's efforts might be in vain. He had already sent Li Kai out of the city, so he might have left Korea now.

What Cheng Jiao didn't know was that Li Kai was already dead and had dug his own grave.

He helped Honglian onto the carriage and watched her leave.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped and Honglian jumped out, holding a scroll.

He hurriedly ran towards Cheng Jiao.

"Hey, I almost forgot about your painting."

Honglian felt a little embarrassed. She had come to give him a painting, but ended up just talking about love.

Cheng Jiao was stunned for a moment, then took the scroll with a smile.

He naturally put his arms around Honglian's neck and gave her a deep kiss on her cherry lips.

After the kiss, Cheng Jiao laughed and turned away.

"Be careful on the road and rest early."

Honglian looked at Cheng Jiao's back, and at his hand holding the scroll. She couldn't help but touch her lips, which were still a little wet.

She pursed her lips and a smile appeared on her face.

She returned to the palace with a smile on her face, which remained with her until she fell asleep.

Is this love at first sight, love that is mutual affection?

Cheng Jiao was strolling on his way home and did not see the Blood-Clothed Marquis standing on a high place holding a wine glass and watching him.

"Mingzhu, have you fed him the Zi Gu?"

Madam Mingzhu stood in the moonlight, wearing a purple palace dress.

"It has been planted. He doesn't even know he has been poisoned."

An elegant smile appeared on the face of the Bloody Marquis: "Very good, Ji Wuye is still too confident and too careless. Underestimating the enemy is not a good habit."

Madam Mingzhu had a cold face and looked at Cheng Jiao holding the scroll without saying a word.

She has accepted the reality and is ready to try to escape from Ye Mu, or Bai Yifei's control, in this vortex.

"I will report to the palace tomorrow and will also send the Snow Robe Castle's elite cavalry into the royal city to ensure that any obstacles can be suppressed. If you can avoid using the city guards and royal guards under Ji Wuye's command, it is better not to use them. Don't make any mistakes on your side."

Compared to Ji Wuye, he needed more money to support the army, so he was more concerned about this scam.

Marquis Xueyi looked at the cold Madam Mingzhu, drank the wine in the glass, and threw the glass downstairs.

The sound of broken cups echoed in the alley late at night.

In Madam Mingzhu's eyes, the Blood-Clothed Marquis turned into a blood shadow and disappeared.

Madam Mingzhu frowned slightly, Bai Yifei's strength has improved again.

She paused for a moment, disappeared into the night, and when she appeared again, she had returned to the empty bedroom.

Looking at the empty palace, a trace of loneliness flashed across his mind, as he was still alone.

Thinking about the game between me and Cheng Jiao today, I feel nostalgic and tired.

He walked to the incense burner, lit the Baiyue incense he had mixed himself, and took a light puff.

The soul gradually calms down and the mind becomes clear.

She, Mrs. Mingzhu, never relies on others.

This time is the same! She still wants to fight for a future for herself!
Cheng Jiao didn't know that he was already on the mind of the Blood-Robed Marquis who had returned to the city to report on his work.

At this time, he was standing not far from Liu Yi's mansion, trying to find the lonely figure of Brother Wei Zhuang, but after looking for a while, he didn't find it. He murmured, "As expected of Brother Wei Zhuang, he hides really well."

Wei Zhuang's voice came from behind Cheng Jiao: "If even you can find my trace, doesn't it mean that I am a failure?"

Cheng Jiao was stunned for a moment, then turned around calmly.

"Ha, I have always recognized Brother Wei Zhuang's abilities."

"What are you doing here so late at night?"

Cheng Jiao stroked the jade ring.

"I just finished watching a play with Honglian and sent her back. I passed by here and came to see if Brother Wei Zhuang was here."

"What do you want from me?"

Wei Zhuang looked at Cheng Jiao with his sharp eyes, and he was somewhat unconvinced by his lies.

Cheng Jiao said naturally, "Indeed, something happened."

He now feels a little guilty, and even if he has nothing to do, he has to find something to do.

"what's up?"

"I went to see Madam Pearl today."

"Tide Banshee?"

"Yes, she seems to be very interested in me and even invested two thousand gold in the Treasure Pavilion."

"Is it Ji Wuye?"

"Yes, maybe there is still the shadow of the Blood-Robed Marquis."

Wei Zhuang said coldly: "The Blood-Robed Marquis entered the royal city in the evening."

When Cheng Jiao heard this, he felt a little scared. Fortunately, he did not get tempted by her beauty and did not have sex with Madam Mingzhu in her bedroom. If the door was blocked, he would be dumbfounded.

"Looks like we're going to be in trouble."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhuang stopped talking and disappeared from Cheng Jiao's sight.

Cheng Jiao shook his head greatly. Brother Wei Zhuang still had his distinct personality as always.

It's better to let Mrs. Hu stay alone in the empty room.

He left with regret and returned to the courtyard.

"Sir, are you back?"

Ahri rushed over with a dagger in hand.

"Hey, Ahri, you haven't rested yet."

Cheng Jiao was a little confused. At this time in the past, Ali would have finished reviewing her lessons and would lie down on the bed with Li Wu.

"No, I'm still not very good at the swordsmanship that Sister Jingwei taught me, so I'm still practicing."

Cheng Jiao felt deeply ashamed that he was not as persistent as a little girl. As a poor student, he could not allow himself to fall into depravity!
"Come, let's practice sword fighting together."

Cheng Jiao took a wooden sword from the weapon rack.

Ahri hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse: "Okay."

Cheng Jiao and A Li were both disciples brought up by Jing Wei. Cheng Jiao was better because he had practiced sword before and had a basic foundation.

Ahri gripped the dagger tightly and said seriously: "Master, I am going to draw my sword."

Cheng Jiao admired Ali's figure in the tight training clothes. After nearly a year of living a life of no worries about food and clothing, she had become a real young girl.

Her face is rosy and shiny, no longer the sallow color of malnutrition, and looks more fleshy.

She has grown taller, with round and straight legs, and looks very graceful.

Her breasts also started to improve, starting to swell and become more feminine.

Ahri swung the sword towards Cheng Jiao without hesitation and with great determination.

She cares a lot about practicing martial arts. Only by practicing martial arts well can she be qualified to protect the young master.

On that rainy night, only Sister Liwu and Sister Jingwei accompanied the Young Master in fighting. She could only pray that nothing would happen, which made her very sad.

This has almost become a source of worry for her.

It was not until Sister Jingwei held her hand that she suddenly saw the direction, a direction to get rid of her worries.

That is, become stronger!

　Please recommend! Please collect it!

(End of this chapter)