Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

By the time Nangong Yi went out, it was already late at night.

He knew that many people with ulterior motives were still staring at him, so he had to disguise himself, put on the clothes of an ordinary servant, and carefully slipped out through the back door together with the housekeeper.

It is not Nangong Yi's character to be so low-key, but he is really afraid that Ji Wuchen will find any clues and bring hundreds of experts to kill him.

At that time, he may not be able to survive.

They walked through the streets and alleys, deliberately detoured many ways, in order to get rid of those possible "tails".

Finally, after wandering around for nearly an hour, the two came to a hidden corner.

This place is incompatible with the prosperity of the capital, and it looks particularly dilapidated and gloomy. It is the famous slum in the capital, and this is also the place where Mu Baifan grew up.

Nangong Yi walked forward for a long time, according to the secret information he got, turned left and right, and came to a particularly dilapidated house.

This place is so dilapidated that Nangong Yi was debating whether to go in or not when he came outside the door.

He remembered some rumors, frowned slightly, and after a moment of consideration, put on a warm smile and knocked on the shaky door that seemed to be falling down at any time.

"Boom boom boom!"

The door rang, but the room was silent.

Nangong Yi waited patiently for a moment, but there was no response from inside.

He turned to look at the butler.

"There seems to be no one in there?"

The butler looked dazed.

"This, the slave doesn't know."

Nangong Yi didn't believe in evil, and knocked on the door again.

It was hard for him to come here after going around for so long, how could there be no one?

This time, there seemed to be some movement in the house.

It's just that the wind was so strong that the two of them couldn't tell whether it was the sound inside the house or the wind.

Nangong Yi hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the door again.

"Who! Just know how to disturb the old man's sleep!"

An angry voice sounded, and hurried footsteps sounded. A short old man reeked of alcohol, opened the door angrily, and looked up at the bewildered two people.

The little master's hair is gray and messy on his shoulders, his nose is red, and his face is full of wrinkles.

This face, indescribably wretched and ugly, makes people uncomfortable.

This is the legendary expert?
Nangong Yi came back to his senses and put on a smiling face again.

"Senior, I'm here to do business."

Although the old man's appearance doesn't look very good, how can a person's strength be judged by his appearance?
The little old man looked at him impatiently.

"What kind of business! Don't do it! I'm in a bad mood! Can't your uncle come during the day? You have to come here at night and sneak around. You don't look like a good person!"

The smile on Nangong Yi's face froze.

He is used to being pampered and pampered, and is rarely scolded.

Especially, the person who scolded him was such a... bad old man.

However, thinking of those rumors, Nangong Yi had no choice but to hold back his anger and flattered him in a low voice: "It's our fault for disturbing you."

The little old man didn't appreciate it, he was arrogant and looked at each other with his nostrils.

"If you know you're wrong, get out!"

His words were matched with his expression, and he couldn't say a word.

Even the housekeeper next to him couldn't see it, and felt a nameless anger rising in his heart. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go forward to argue, but Nangong Yi stretched out his hand to stop him.

No wonder the old man was called eccentric.

Although Nangong Yi was arrogant and domineering, he was not stupid.

The more confident the old man was, the less he dared to act rashly.

"Senior, this business is very important to me. As long as you are willing to sell, the price is not a problem."

Nangong Yi said respectfully.

The old man squinted at him.

"Oh, you think I'm short of money?"

Nangong Yi looked at his dirty clothes, and then at the dilapidated and airtight house in front of him, the corners of his eyes twitched.

He really didn't know how the old man had the face to say such things.

no shortage of money...

"Senior is detached from things, and doesn't take things outside of himself seriously, so this junior will naturally know... This business is all about this junior brazenly begging senior for help."

After hesitating for a moment, Nangong Yi flattered his conscience.

The little old man looked at him disdainfully.

"Okay, okay, my rules, you all know?"

Nangong Yi nodded and bowed.

"Clear, clear."

As he spoke, he took out a delicate cloth bag from his arms and offered it with both hands.

There are only one hundred texts in the cloth bag.

One hundred pennies and one knife, life and death are destined.

That's the little old man's rule.

The old man took the money bag and poured out the copper coins. One hundred cash piled up into a hill, but none of them fell to the ground.

Then, he threw the purse on the ground without hesitation.

This money bag was embroidered with gold silk, it was written by a famous artist, and its value was much higher than one hundred Wen, but it was thrown away by the other party without hesitation.

He only accepts one hundred cash, and nothing more than one hundred cash.

Nangong Yi felt distressed when he saw it, and wanted to pick it up, but was afraid of losing face, so he had to apologize.

The little old man flipped the palm holding the copper coins, and the hundred copper coins disappeared in an instant.

"Tell me, who to kill?"

A trace of resentment flashed in Nangong Yi's eyes.

"General Tiance, Ji Wuchen."

"Ji Wuchen?"

The little old man showed surprise, but didn't say anything.

"Understood, get out! Tomorrow I'll just chop him up."

……

In the general's mansion, the sound of the piano curled up.

Ji Wuchen was dressed in white, with a handsome appearance, like a banished fairy, floating out of the world.

Mu Baifan and Suzaku sat on both sides, admiring with their eyes closed.

The piano sound stopped.

"Does it sound good?"

Ji Wuchen put down his hands and looked at the two girls with a smile.

The two women nodded together, their eyes filled with admiration.

Can write poems, write beautifully, can play the piano, martial arts are world-class, and he is so handsome... Does such a man really exist?

After staying with Ji Wuchen for a long time, he will really forget his identity as a treacherous minister.

"Okay, stop playing, take a shower, and go to bed!"

Ji Wuchen stretched and yawned slowly.

The night is getting dark, and tomorrow I have to get up early to go to court.

Going to court is the same as going to work. It feels fresh at first, but it just feels boring after a long time.

How about skipping work tomorrow?

The treacherous minister pondered.

Anyway, it's not that it hasn't been warped.

To be precise, skipping work is the norm. Occasionally, the court last time, all civil and military officials in the court were surprised why he came.

"Master, I will wait for you to take a bath."

Suzaku saw the opportunity very quickly, taking advantage of the master's time to get up, he softly pressed against him, Yan Shimeixing's appearance was extremely alluring.

Surprisingly, Mu Baifan didn't have any surprised expression, but his face was slightly red.

Ji Wuchen hurriedly took two steps back, keeping a distance from Suzaku.

"No! No! This general has been bathing alone since he was a child, and he doesn't need others to serve him."

Do you still need a beautiful woman to serve you in the shower?Well, is that still a shower?

Suzaku, however, acted as if she didn't hear it, smiled sweetly, and was going to help Ji Wuchen undress in the past.

How could the treacherous minister be able to bear this kind of treatment, he ran away in a panic, and couldn't catch him for a while.

Seeing Ji Wuchen's back going away, Jiaren bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth.

Feeling very frustrated, she walked over to hold Mu Baifan's arm, and said as if asking for help:
"Fanfan, why is the master not interested in me..."