The soft beauty is so good at teasing, the villain prince asks for a kiss

Rong Heqing woke up with a start, covered his chest and turned around, just in time to see the man in black holding his forehead and staggering forward, trying to leave. As a result, his left and right feet were fighting and he tripped over himself.

"Hey--"

Rong Heqing shouted subconsciously, but it was too late.

The man in black knelt on the carpet with a plop.

The bedroom suddenly became quiet.

The man in black maintained this stiff posture for a long time, then slowly raised his hand and patted his forehead again.

Unexpectedly, a crisp "pop" sound was heard, echoing in the silent room.

Man in black:"……"

Why is it so loud?!

Rong Heqing tried to hold back, pursed her lips again and again, until her lips were almost like a duck's, but she still couldn't hold it back.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha—”

The man in black gritted his teeth, wishing he could just disappear.

He stood up suddenly and was about to leave, but Rong Heqing called out his name.

"Pojun - is that you? Don't go, aren't you here to see me?"

The man in black stopped and took a deep breath for a long while before he responded muffledly, "Yeah."

Rong Heqing laughed again, his laughter was so clear and melodious that it made people blush.

She looked at the black-clad man's ears, which were exposed and as red as rouge, and all her depression of the day disappeared with a smile.

"Wansheng Building received the news? So quickly? I thought we would have to wait for a few days at least."

Rong He smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Why are you here? Was it arranged this way?"

"Yes." Po Jun said in a tense voice with his back to her, obviously still not getting over the embarrassment. "Because I saved you last time, the host thought we were familiar with each other, so he let me take on this task."

"I see." Rong Heqing looked at the towel and new clothes placed on the stool nearby, cleared his throat and said, "Go wait for me outside the screen, I'll come after I get dressed."

"Ah."

Pojun took a deep breath, held it in his heart, and quickly went behind the screen.

Rong Heqing picked up the towel and glanced at it. His hands trembled when he saw this scene, and the towel almost fell into the bathtub.

She lay beside the tub, smiling with her eyebrows curved, and deliberately reminded him: "Pojun, you seem to be walking the wrong way."

Po Jun looked down at his left foot that was stretched out along with his left hand: "..."

At that moment, Rong Heqing felt his murderous intent towards his hands and feet from him.

[No, I want to laugh even more. What should I do? I can’t laugh. I’m afraid I’ll be silenced if I laugh. But I really can’t help it! ]

999: […Host, you are shaking like you have received an electric shock. Does it matter whether you smile or not? ]

Pojun seemed to want to turn back, but thinking of Rong Heqing's current appearance, he forced himself to hold back and quickly walked behind the screen and stood with his back to her.

Rong Heqing quickly wiped the water droplets off her body, picked up a clean and brand new undershirt and put it on. She looked up and down to make sure the belt was fastened, then she put on her shoes and walked out while wiping her hair.

Hearing the noise, Pojun's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't look up. He just stared at the woven flowers on the carpet.

He didn't slowly raise his head until a pair of silver-blue embroidered shoes appeared in his field of vision.

A light floral scent wafts over.

A lotus blooms in clear water, and her affectionate eyes have a hint of water, making her look more lively and pure.

Looking at him with a smile, and with a hint of cunning in her eyes, she asked, "Are you really a killer? You are too innocent, aren't you?"

She was sitting in the bathtub. From that angle, you couldn't see anything except her shoulders. For a modern person, showing shoulders is really nothing.

Pojun didn't explain, he just took out a letter from his arms and said, "I got what you wanted."

Rong Heqing looked solemn and stared at the envelope for a moment. "Liang Changjin's information?"

Pojun nodded.

"What kind of reward do you want?" Rong Heqing asked cautiously, "Are you owing someone a favor again?"

"No, the Wansheng Building has clearly marked prices for news. The more useful it is, the more expensive it is. Liang Changjin belongs to the general category, so fifty taels of silver will do."

"Fifty taels? Still cheap." Rong Heqing thought that such a large intelligence organization would require at least a hundred taels at a time.

But she quickly realized, “Wait—should I inspect the goods first or pay first?”

"Pay first." Po Jun said calmly, "You can only get the letter after you pay. As for what's inside and whether it's useful or not, it has nothing to do with us. The only thing you bought with fifty taels is this letter."

Rong Heqing: "..."

Sure enough, she was still naive.

"You can think about it and decide whether to buy it or not." Po Jun said as he was about to put the letter away.

Rong Heqing struggled for a moment, but turned around to get the silver.

Fifty taels of silver were nothing to her. The main reason was that Liang Changjin was too difficult to deal with. If she missed this opportunity, she didn't know how many detours she would have to take.

Pay the money in one hand and deliver the goods in one hand.

Rong Heqing asked Pojun to sit at the table. He opened the letter and walked to the lampstand in the corner to read it.

There was only one piece of letter paper in the envelope, and the content on the paper was very concise.

Liang Changjin, male, 25 years old, from Lucheng, a newly-appointed scholar, was appointed as a Hanlin editor, a rank 7, responsible for compiling historical books, has no relatives, had a wife, but her family was flooded and all the family members died. Now he is discussing marriage with Chen Zhining, the eldest daughter of the Rongguo Mansion.

Just a few words surprised Rong Heqing.

"Liang Changjin had a wife before?"

"What's his wife's name?"

She turned and looked at Pojun.

Po Jun sat very properly, with his back straight. He turned his head slightly when he heard the words, "I don't know. If it's not written, it means it hasn't been found yet. It may also be that it's not important, so it's not recorded in the file. If you want to know, I can ask someone to check it out. Fifty taels."

Rong Heqing: "..."

She hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and said, "Okay."

She walked to the table and took back the fifty taels of silver, then took out another hundred taels of silver note and slapped it in front of Pojun, "Check."

Pojun nodded, put away the banknote, stood up and looked at Rong Heqing thoughtfully, "Can I ask?"

"What?" Rong Heqing stood face to face with him and saw her own reflection in his eyes. Her heartstrings couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Why are you trying so hard to investigate Liang Changjin? You grew up in South City and have no connection with him. He is a seventh-rank editor and has nothing to do with you. Why are you doing this?"

"You're not the first one to ask this." Rong Heqing spread his hands helplessly, "But I swear, I really don't like him!"

"I have reasons I cannot tell you. As for you, you are paid for your work, so don't ask." Rong Heqing sat down at the table, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of warm water. His lips were touching the wall of the cup, and he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right -"

Po Jun's eyes flickered, "What?"

"If we want to investigate the power behind Wu Caixue, how much silver will it cost?"

Rong Heqing stared at him, his expression unusually solemn.

Po Jun frowned under his mask, "We are also investigating this force. We don't charge you any money. If you have any clues about them, we can exchange them."

Rong Heqing was stunned, "Really?"

Pojun nodded and was about to speak when a shrill cry suddenly came from outside.

“Ah ...