But Mu Lingziyu was kind to him, and it would be bad if he betrayed him because of his own selfishness. The more Sun Nan thought about it, the more he felt that he should communicate with other brothers and asked them to find a way to notify Mu Ling and think of corresponding countermeasures.

Moreover, he didn't believe that if he had not succeeded in assassination, An Xian would let him come back safely.

Jiang Huan was full of thoughts and was vicious. He knew that An Xian asked him to assassinate him, and that what he used for An Xian on the premise of promising Mu Ling to do his job for the young master would never spare his life.

After all, the most taboo thing for an official is the kindness of a woman. If Jiang Huan does not kill him, it will lay a hidden danger for himself.

Thinking of this, Sun Nan walked to the bed, took out the whistle hidden in the pillow, and then blew it.

This whistle is different from other whistles. It does not make a crisp, excessive sound, but a dull, almost inaudible sound.

A gray pigeon that appeared somewhere stopped in front of his window.

"This pigeon is fast enough, so it won't be waiting at the door of the Taifu Mansion." Sun Nan twitched lightly, and he took the gray pigeon parked on the window back to the room with a speechless face. He observed the surroundings and closed the window only when he confirmed that there was no one.

He put the dove aside and walked to the desk to write a letter.

After writing, I tied it to the legs of the pigeon.

"Little pigeon, little pigeon, you must send the letter to Brother Mu Ling safely."

As he said that, he let the dove fly.

The other end.

Although Zirang stole Mu Ling's position as the leader, the secret guards who were originally loyal to Mu Ling did not listen to him at all. They did not say anything against him everywhere, but also made a mess.

Zi Rang saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

Of course, this is just an urgent matter. With his nature, he will not look for the reasons from himself. He will only feel that those people deliberately embarrass him, which will lead to things such as disobeying discipline.

Then, a high-pressure policy will be adopted to suppress the poor people who are also working hard to suppress the inside and outside.

By then, those people will become more and more dissatisfied, making things more and more irritable, making them more and more scolded.

Until now, the tasks assigned to him by An Xian are basically ordinary, not ordinary, and not simple.

It is not difficult to complete such a task, so naturally it is impossible to get praise from An Xian.

"It won't work if this continues."

An Xian said to himself.

He is the leader, not just an ordinary secret guard like those inferior people. As the leader, he is assigned the same tasks as them, no, he is worse than them. How can he convince the public?

"How can I make the Taifu change my view of me?" Zi Rang's head hurts more and more.

On the other side.

When Mu Ling received Sun Nan's letter, he was still talking to Ziyu. When he saw a gray pigeon not far away, he thought he was blurred, so he didn't care much.

But when the pigeon flew over, he had to worry. He took out the letter from the pigeon's feet, opened it and took a look. Then he threw the pigeon to Ziyu and walked to the house with the letter.

"Young Master, this is Sun Nan's letter."

Hearing this familiar name, Jiang Huan's eyebrows trembled. He instinctively said: "Sun Nan? The one from the Taifu Mansion?"

"Yes." Mu Ling said, "Young Master, what is written on it."

Mu Ling knew a few words because of her work, but this is only limited to the two words Sun Nan written on the letter.

Sun Nan's letter was written in words, but the rest were painted. It was not surprising that Mu Ling couldn't understand it.

"An Xian promised him the position of the leader, saying that as long as he killed me, he could replace Zirang and become the new leader. Not only that, he also gave him a silver note to improve the family conditions." Jiang Huan said, pointing to the painting, "I don't know why he insisted on painting without writing, but he is from you and Ziyu after all, and you can't argue if you don't know what he meant. In this way, I'll draw a few paintings for you next time, and you two can figure out the meaning so that I can translate it for me when I'm not free?"

Is this young master fake?

Mu Ling sobbed speechlessly, then said, "Yes."

"Yeah." Jiang Huan walked out of the desk and sat on a stool. "I guess An Xian should have guessed that Linglongju is mine. In order to deal with me, there will be no shortage of the next assassination."

"What do you plan to do?" Mu Ling frowned, "There are many guards in the palace, and it is unlikely to attack in the palace. Based on his subordinates' understanding of An Xian, An Xian may find a way to call you out of the palace and then start. Moreover, he will probably use a bitter plan to clean himself and will not let others know what he has done."

"He uses a bitter plan, so what can we do?" Jiang Huan showed a mysterious smile, "Let's compare, who is more pitiful."

So, did your own son think of a way to deal with it?

Seeing that his son was extremely calm, Mu Ling let go of his tense heart and said, "Take aside" and then go to work on his own affairs.

Heaven.

"Nalan Qian, you are a good or bad thing, no wonder you were deceived by the bad guy who teased the queen!" Since Zhuque was angry at Nalan Qian and failed to assassinate Su Qibai, his temper has become increasingly irritable. He pushed everything onto the innocent, who can't be innocent, but he has been cursing, and the demeanor of the gods cannot be ruined.

This is her Zhuque's own mansion. The mansion serves her tight-mouthed and knows how to move forward and backward. Otherwise, the name of Zhuque, the "shrew", would have been spread throughout the streets and alleys, and all the gods would run to the mansion to see how swaying Zhuque is, and it would be lively by then.

When Zhu Ya saw that his god was angry, she didn't dare to breathe, for fear that this guy would expose his anger to them.

After a while, Zhuque was angry. She leaned against a soft collapse and fell asleep.

"My little ancestor is finally asleep." Zhu Ya let out a sigh, and then covered her with a quilt.

Although she didn't know that Zhuque had just gone down to the world, she was so seriously injured, and scolded the eighteenth generation of God, the ancestor of Qinglong God, who has always treated her well, she knew that she should tell Xuanwu about Zhuque's return.

Yes, Zhu Ya is a spy, and she is both sides. In other words, while she is Zhuque’s confidant, she helps her inquire about the Qinglong God Lord, that is, Nalan Qian’s Mansion. She tells the Xuanwu in the Xuanwu Mansion of the Xuanwu Mansion in exchange for benefits.

Because Zhuque trusts Zhu Ya enough, Zhu Ya has a very good status in this mansion. Others need Zhuque’s permission to leave the mansion, but she is unobstructed and will not even ask where she goes and what she does.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!