"Wood paint?"

Xiao Mu nodded: "Sir, it seems that a signboard has hit it and needs repair."

Yan Shiba suddenly realized: "So that's it."

Xiao Mu finished drinking the tea in the cup, stood up and bowed to Yan Shibaduan with a righteous farewell: "Sir, please send more people to pay attention to the houses in the east of the city where no one comes in or out of the house on weekdays. I have to deliver the things to Lord Kongyu, so I will say goodbye first."

Yan Shiba waved: "Let's go slowly."

He looked at Xiao Mu's back and frowned slightly, but turned his head to his subordinates and said, "Tell the people below to put the matters at the post station first, and do what he just said."

Two days later.

The Shi brothers and sisters and Wu Chenfeng were taken away from Weicheng by Mo Qingzhu's secret guards early in the morning.

Mo Qingzhu went to finish off for Zhizhu House.

Zhizhu House has just opened not long ago, and there are endless customers coming to buy rice and grain every day, but the door is now closed.

Mo Qingzhu set up a brazier, looked at the things collected by Zhizhu Shelves over the past few days, and threw them into the brazier and burned them to ashes.

In the closed room, the smell of smoke was a bit choking.

Jun Jiuning looked at him guiltily. If it weren't for her, Mo Qingzhu's Zhizhushe wouldn't have to move. He would soon become a force in Weicheng that even the royal family dared not look down on him.

They are going to a place this time and start from scratch.

After Mo Qingzhu burned the thick stack of confidential letters, her eyes hurt and she couldn't help but rub them.

When I opened my eyes again, a hand holding a snow-white towel suddenly came to me.

The fingertips are pink and the nails are round and cute.

Mo Qingzhu followed Jun Jiuning's arm and looked at her face, and found that the other party looked at him with an extremely complicated expression: "If you...if you are really sad, just cry, I won't make fun of you..."

Seeing the expression on the other person's face gradually collapsed, Jun Jiuning shut up, fearing that his next sentence would sing "It's not a sin for men to cry."

Mo Qingzhu took the scarf and wiped away the smoked tears at the corner of her eyes, and was too lazy to explain to her.

Sometimes it is really hard for him to understand Jun Jiuning's brain circuit. At this time, it's up to her to be happy.

Seeing that Mo Qingzhu didn't speak, Jun Jiuning thought he was embarrassed.

"Do you think we can succeed tonight?" Jun Jiuning suddenly sighed, holding her cheek and looking out the window.

Mo Qingzhu smiled, but the smile was not enough to reach his eyes, and he could even hear a little coldness: "It depends on how Wen Fei's business is doing."

Jun Jiuning heard that he was still angry with Wen Fei and smiled helplessly.

She was not surprised at all. These men who originally belonged to the heroine had disagreeable horoscopes since their previous life.

We won't force this.

After Mingyue climbed onto the roof, Wen Fei returned to Qiu Mansion with a scarred coldness.

His eyebrows and eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips were as sharp as if they were carved with an axe.

Jun Jiuning was shocked by him and quickly met him, with anxiety in his eyes: "Wen Fei, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Fei was covered in blood, and several parts of his clothes were cut, revealing the wound inside, with his skin and flesh blooming, which was shocking.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but after seeing Jun Jiuning, he smiled faintly, stretched out his hand hidden behind him, and handed it to her: "Your lamp."

The blue river lantern with Su Youtong's name was stained with some blood, but it was not damaged at all.

If Wen Fei is able to hurt him like this, the other party will definitely be of great strength and the number of people will definitely be quite large.

Wen Fei is the number one killer in the world, and he comes without a trace. He must be so seriously injured to protect this lamp.

Jun Jiuning's eyes were hot and his nose was sour. He couldn't help but squeeze his palms: "Didn't I ask you to destroy it?! What are you bringing it back for?!"

Her tone sounded angry.

Wen Fei was stunned for a moment before explaining: "Didn't you say that the river lantern must be placed in the river so that you can bring the words written on it to the person you miss?"

He looked serious: "Your lamp has been caught, and your mother will definitely not be able to see it. I will return it to you. If you put it again, your mother will definitely see it."

There was indescribable gentleness in the boy's dark pupils. Perhaps he himself had not noticed it. He had changed from a weapon carrying a deep hatred of blood to a warm person.

Jun Jiuning was filled with guilt.

Su Youtong is not her real mother. The purpose of putting this lamp is to fulfill his filial piety for "Jun Jiuning". However, Wen Fei thought it was her regret, and he worked hard to get it back.

She felt that she had let Wen Fei down.

Jun Jiuning took the lamp seriously, looked up at Wen Fei, and looked solemnly: "Thank you."

Wen Fei discomfortably left his face, avoided her shiny eyes, and stuttered: "Why be polite?"

Mo Qingzhu heard the movement in the yard and took a few bottles of wound medicine and threw it to Wen Fei. It was obviously a concern, but his tone was not very good: "Don't worry about the stinginess, hurry up and deal with the wound, it's time for us to leave."

Wen Fei said coldly: "No need."

He threw the medicine bottle back to Mo Qingzhu, pulled Jun Jiuning's wrist, held Jun Jiuning's back with the other hand, and flew over the high wall of Qiu Mansion with a pointer.

Mo Qingzhu's face changed and he hurriedly crossed the courtyard wall and followed: "The things have not been packed yet! Where are you going?!"

The evening breeze brings long hair, the faint fragrance surges on the tip of the nose, and in the dark night, Jun Jiuning was taken to the river by Wen Fei.

He took out a piece of candle and a fire note from his arms and handed it to Jun Jiuning: "Put it again."

Jun Jiuning took it, lit a candle and placed it on the river lantern.

A light blue light floated on the river surface again. Jun Jiuning looked at the river lamp drifting further and further away, and smiled faintly: "Wen Fei, thank you."

Wen Fei was about to say something, but his expression suddenly sternly, and he said softly: "They are here."

Mo Qingzhu chuckled beside him: "It's coming so fast."

Jun Jiuning looked around and silently held the hilt of the long sword on his waist, with a little nervous voice: "Has the Tianxiang Tower been arranged?"

"Don't worry." Mo Qingzhu said, "It's all arranged."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Jiuning's pupils suddenly trembled: Not far away from them, a torch suddenly lit, and fire lights passed around and gathered together.

The three of them were surrounded.

Mo Qingzhu stood up and suddenly shouted loudly: "Master Kongyu, don't keep it aside at this time. Regent Liang doesn't like this kind of sticky and procrastinating character."

The fire like a chain suddenly opened a mouth. Jun Jiuning saw a man slowly walking out from behind the people holding the torch, wearing white clothes like the moonlight swaying to the ground.

Kong Yu could only see Jun Jiuning's outline. Mo Qingzhu blocked her face. Even though the fire had already reached the point where he could see the sword in her hand, he still couldn't see the expression on Jun Jiuning's face.
Chapter completed!