The Female Assistant of Wei Yuyan Shuangfei

On the official road leading to Yizhou, a plain carriage was moving slowly. As the carriage swayed, the two people in the carriage were tortured and unable to rest.

"Poet Immortal! According to our pace, how many days will it take to reach Yizhou?"

Li Shixian took a sip of tea, licked his tongue with satisfaction and said, "We are not in a hurry. We can get there in three minutes if we walk slowly."

"So we're going to rest at the official post station in front this year?" Xie Shuting asked.

After all, she had never been to Yizhou, and she hadn't made any plans along the way in advance, especially since she had Li Shixian with her this time.

"No! Let's go straight to Anqing County. According to our walking speed, we will arrive there in noon."

With Li Shixian's words, Xie Shuting no longer hesitated. But when she thought of the letter in her chest, she became curious.

He took a sip of tea and said, "Poet Immortal! There is a Huanqing Building in Yizhou. Did you know that?"

"Yeah!~"

Li Shixian frowned, looking a little shocked, and looked at Xie Shuting in surprise and said, "Shuting! Why did you think of asking about this place?"

"You know?" Xie Shuting asked happily.

"Huanqing Tower is quite famous in Yizhou. I was in Huanqing Tower before I received your letter in Yizhou. How come you are interested in that place?"

"Is there something wrong?" Xie Shuting asked with a puzzled look on her face. After all, she had already seen the surprise in Li Shixian's expression.

If there was nothing unusual about Huanqing Tower, Li Shixian would not have such an expression. At this moment, she suddenly thought of a possibility, could it be that Huanqing Tower was a Qin or Chu building?

If this is the case, then Miss Xiyi's identity is clear without any further thought. If this is the case, this matter must not be known to the family.

Seeing Xie Shuting's expression changing again and again, Li Shixian was also quite surprised and asked: "Shuting! What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Xie Shuting responded calmly.

But when she thought about what might happen, Xie Shuting still asked with doubt: "Shixian! Is there something wrong with Huanqing Building?"

“Actually, there’s nothing wrong with Huanqing Tower.” Li Shixian took a sip of tea and responded calmly.

At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes and she said, "Shu Ting! I'm just a little curious, why are you interested in Huanqing Building?"

"this......"

Xie Shuting sighed helplessly and told him everything that had happened before. She then took out a letter from her bosom and put it on the table.

Looking at the envelope with only a signature on it, Li Shixian couldn't figure out the secret even if she didn't understand.

"Your brother is really brave. A man from an official family is so in love with a prostitute. He is not afraid that your father will skin him alive."

Xie Shuting put the letter away with lingering fear, and said worriedly: "Who said it wasn't true? Not only will my father take action, I'm afraid my grandfather will not be merciful either."

"So what are you going to do?" Li Shixian asked with great interest.

"Let's take it one step at a time. I'll go see what the girl named Xiyi is planning. If she really catches my eye, I'll take care of the rest for my brother."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Li Shixian was dumbfounded and shook her head, saying, "Shu Ting! Your brother is blessed to have a sister like you in eight lifetimes."

"Oh! If you want my blessing, maybe I can find you a good husband."

"Don't come here, being a man is so troublesome. It's better to be happy alone." Li Shixian begged for mercy, fearing that Xie Shuting would really act as a matchmaker for her.

Suddenly, bursts of laughter like silver bells rang out from the carriage, and even Lian Xi, who was driving the carriage, felt relaxed physically and mentally.

.......

On the other side, after half a month's trek, Song Zhen and his group evaded several assassination attacks and finally arrived outside the city of Bianjing.

Looking at the towering city, Song Zhen's heart was slightly relieved. After all, the killers who were chasing them had caused them a lot of losses, and all the escorts were injured.

There were even two seriously injured people, lying on stretchers and falling into coma. After all, the medicine they brought with them had been used up along the way.

The only ones who were intact in the team were Zhao Zhen and Yan Shuang who were sitting in the carriage.

"Huh!~"

Huang Shan let out a long breath, his eyes sparkling with joy as he said, "Boss! We have finally reached our destination."

"You take the seriously injured brother back to the headquarters first, and the others will tell me to send the two young masters back."

"Yes!" Huang Shan responded with a fist salute, then led a few people carrying a stretcher into the car.

When the tax officer at the city gate saw Huang Shan and his group dressed in tight clothes, his face was suddenly shocked because the two stretchers shocked him too much.

Huang Shan paid the money and led everyone through the crowd quickly to the headquarters of the Fuwei Escort Agency.

Just as the tax officer was puzzled, Song Zhen walked up slowly with his horse and said, "Thirteen people, plus a carriage."

The tax officer raised his eyes, glanced at Song Zhen and his group, and said loudly: "A total of seventy-five cents."

Song Zhen took out a silver coin and threw it out, then invited everyone to enter Bian Jing.

The tax officer was already very happy when he saw the more than enough silver on the table, but because he was in public, he had to throw the silver into the box.

As for the registration book on the table, it said the tax was "75 cents". After all, they also needed to pay tribute.

After the group passed through the city gate, Song Zhen slowly walked to the outside of the carriage and said with a bow, "My two lords, I wonder where your mansion is. We can take you there."

Zhao Zhen originally wanted to say no, but Yan Shuang was a little worried and said hurriedly, "Please ask Escort Song to take us to Yan's residence on Wenyuan Street in the east of the city."

If Song Zhen had heard the name of Wenyuan Street in the east city before, he would have been shocked. But after spending half a month together, Song Zhen could sense that these two people were not ordinary.

The hierarchical division of Bianjing was particularly detailed. The imperial palace occupied most of the eastern part of the city, and the remaining areas became the residences of the first-rank officials of the court.

As for the underworld affairs that the Fuwei Escort Agency does, the people in the west and south of the city have no right to squeeze in, so they can only occupy the south of the city.

Now that he knew the destination, Song Zhen was unwilling to delay. He raised his hand and ordered everyone to set off for Yan Mansion on Wenyuan Street in the east of the city.

As soon as Song Zhen and his group left, several men hiding in the crowd at the city gate whispered to each other and then dispersed.

The group walked through the bustling East Street and arrived at the intersection of Wenyuan Street. Further ahead was the imperial palace, so Song Zhen asked the others to stay and wait there.

He drove a carriage to the gate of Yan Mansion.

Looking at the vermilion gate and the plaque with "Yan Mansion" on it, Song Zhen knocked on the car window and said, "Gentlemen, we're here."

Yan Shuang lifted the curtain and slowly got off the carriage, followed by Zhao Zhen. But after the two saw the plaque of Yan Mansion, their hearts, which had been hanging for a long time, finally settled down.

"Thank you, Captain Song. How about coming in and having a cup of tea?" Yan Shuang stroked his hand and said.

"No need for that. Now that the dart has been delivered, I still have things to deal with, so I'll take my leave now." Song Zhen bowed as he spoke, then drove away in the carriage.

After all, he could still tell what was sincere, what was false, and what was polite, so there was no need for him to rush to join in the fun.