Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

When the sky is good and the night is not long, it always loses the love of the world.

As time went by, the thick ink-like twilight gradually became thinner, and the morning sun in the east burst forth with rising vitality.

The originally quiet city of Langjing woke up from a deep sleep, and the resting people came out one after another to start their day's work again.

When Duan Yunyang woke up, the sun was already high.

Years of martial arts practice and professional career have made him extremely alert to external stimuli. Even in a deep sleep, he can wake up instantly and enter a state of combat readiness.

It's been a long time since he was in such a daze of consciousness and didn't know what day and night he was in a trance.

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, gradually adapting to the bright light in front of him, and his thoughts gradually recovered. He vaguely remembered that last night seemed to be a long dream, recalling for no reason the time when he attended the Liang Palace banquet when he was young .

He vaguely saw someone in his dream, but no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember the person's appearance, which caused the pain in his forehead, and he couldn't help moaning.

"Master Duan, are you awake? Did you rest well last night?"

Suddenly a hoarse voice came from above his head, Duan Yunyang raised his head in surprise, and saw Su Xun sitting on a soft chair in front of the bed, looking at him with a smile.

He was still wearing the blue thin shirt that he had seen for the first time last night, and his long hair was tied up in a simple bun with jade hairpins, letting a few strands of hair hang down on his smooth temples.

I don't know if it's because of the dim light in the room, but there seems to be a faint blue-grey lingering in his eyes, and his complexion is paler than the night before.

Duan Yunyang stared at him, couldn't help but twitched evilly at the corner of his mouth, and said with a light smile:

"The most difficult thing to bear is the beauty's favor. Could it be that Mr. Wubi has been taking care of me with all his heart, and he didn't even take a break? I feel distressed just looking at this poor complexion."

"The left and right are just sick. You are too worried. Wu Bi is a gentleman. If you want to stay with me at night, I'm afraid it will be a different price."

Su Xun was not at all annoyed by his teasing, so he stood up leisurely and walked to the table, "If you have already rested, you might as well get out of bed early and try this fresh shrimp wonton, so as not to spoil the taste for nothing."

The temptation of delicious food made Duan Yunyang regain his energy in an instant. He got up from the bed, put on his outer shirt casually, pulled his shoes and came to sit down at the table.

The stained cloth was replaced yesterday, and on the sandalwood tray above, a blue and white porcelain bowl with a tight lid is particularly eye-catching.

He couldn't wait to lift the lid, and the strong fresh fragrance filled his nostrils in an instant.

The soup in the bowl is thick and has an attractive light golden color. More than a dozen fresh shrimp wontons float and sink in the soup.

A few tiny scallions float on the surface of the warm soup, and the contrasting colors add to the beauty.

Taking the spoon handed by Su Xun, he took a sip of the thick soup first, and when the soft, smooth and glutinous touch soaked his throat, he unceremoniously began to eat.

Su Xun grasped the timing just right, the wontons were neither cold nor hot under the heat preservation effect of the porcelain bowl, which was just the most suitable heat for the entrance, which made Duan Yunyang even faster, and it only took half a cup of tea to finish the meal. The bowl full of wontons had already bottomed out, and he scooped up the noodle soup without hesitation, and then sat down leisurely on the back of the chair to rest.

"The taste is really delicious, I never thought that a small bowl of wanton can reach this level, or..."

Duan Yunyang smiled brightly, as if flowers were about to bloom from his brows and eyes: "There is no catering business in Wuxie Building, and it is not a meal at this moment. The chef who can have leisure time to cook breakfast for me can't be Mr. Wubi you?"

His mouth was unforgiving, and his hands were also restless. Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands to wrap around the man's waist.

Su Xun patted off his restless palm at the right time, took out a handkerchief from his bosom and handed it over: "You can say whatever you want, but you'd better be careful when you eat, if you mess up, no matter how many witty words you say Nobody cares."

Duan Yunyang took the handkerchief without wiping his mouth, but put it straight into his bosom, and took out another piece of his own to do it for him: "Mr. Wubi's words are disgusting? After you beat Miss Muluan last night, that's not what you said Yes."

"You have to ask yourself, my lord."

Su Xun's eyes seemed to pass over his smooth right arm unintentionally, and the corners of his mouth curled up helplessly: "Wubi wants to talk to Young Master Bingzhu at night, but Young Master doesn't take the usual way, and fell into a drowsy conversation after a few words." Asleep. Then to whom can I confide my futile resentment?"

"...Really? That's really my fault."

He secretly raised his breath and ran for a week to confirm that there was nothing unusual about his body. Even though he still felt a little puzzled, Duan Yunyang could only shake his head dejectedly.

The two chatted for a few more words, seeing that it was almost noon, the guests in Wuxie Building had already left in a hurry, Duan Yunyang didn't stay too long, after dressing and washing, he bid farewell to Su Xun.

Yuan Ruozhuo was already waiting outside the door led by a servant, and seeing Duan Yunyang finally walk out of the private room unhurriedly, he immediately greeted Duan Yunyang with great excitement.

Duan Yunyang patted his head affectionately, with a compassionate expression like a loving father teaching his son.

Su Xun then sent the master and servant downstairs all the way until he said goodbye at the gate of Wuxie Building.

After going out of the gate, Duan Yuan and Duan Yuan boarded the carriage that came to meet them, and the group of people walked slowly towards the Duan Mansion in the west of the city.

Seeing that there was no one else around, Yuan Ruozhuo let out a long breath and relaxed his tense nerves: "Finally came out...Little Lord, have you settled your important matters?"

Duan Yunyang nodded, his long eyebrows raised, his expression slightly concentrated, Yuan Ruozhuo didn't know his identity in Xuanxiao Pavilion, and it was inconvenient to explain at this moment.

Although Muluan came uninvited last night and disrupted his plan, it was enough for Lao Li to clarify the information he knew before leaving by the window along the street.

If what Lao Li said is true, a year ago, during the execution of the assassination mission, Zhuyin and Shaohao did not disclose the slightest information to the outside world, and the only person who knew their whereabouts was the senior management of Xuanxiao Pavilion who directly belonged to them.

Then the person who finally caused the information leak and mission failure could only be a member of the cabinet. In this way, whether it is the missing Zhuyin, the docking cabinet member or even the "dead" Shaohao, they cannot be ruled out as suspects.

In addition, there is one more point worth paying attention to.

Members of Xuan Xiao Pavilion do not show their true colors when they perform tasks, and their identities only rely on tokens marked with code names. Familiar people may also know through their voices and shapes.

Lao Li had never met Zhuyin Shaohao before that mission, but when he was on a mission with them, he felt that their bodies were very similar, and it would be hard to tell them apart if there were no tokens to distinguish them.

When he first entered Xuanxiao Pavilion, he was led by Zhuyin to perform several missions, so he was relatively familiar with him, but he only heard a little about Shaohao, and never met him face to face.

Then, the fact that Zhuyin Shaohao has a similar figure, except for the acquaintances of both of them, only they know each other, and it is even possible that one of them has not realized what is wrong with this matter...

If this is the case, it is still unknown who the dead person and the missing person are, and which one is true.

A chill ran up his spine involuntarily, and he was so terrified that he couldn't help closing his eyes to hide the turbulent waves in his eyes.

The resolute figure holding the long sword kept flashing in his mind, even though Tian Wu raised doubts, deep down in his heart he still refused to believe that Zhuyin would do anything to shame Xuanxiao Pavilion.

The carriage was bumping, and something soft in his arms fell down amid shaking and tremors.

Duan Yunyang looked up, only to realize that the handkerchief that had been stuffed into the skirt had fallen off at some point.

He reached out to pick it up, and rubbed the soft satin with his fingertips, feeling slightly warm to the touch, as if it still carried the temperature of that person's body.

Before he knew it, he had picked up the handkerchief and brought it to his nose for a light sniff.

Wisps of light and elegant fragrance came out, and it seemed that a person stepped on the moon in a trance.

Wubi... really is a wonderful person.

The haze in his heart cracked for no reason, and the corners of his mouth rippled, and his fingers gradually clenched the brocade handkerchief.

Watching Duan Yunyang and Yuan Ruozhuo walk away, Su Xun ordered the servant to close the door, and went to the underground darkroom by himself.

Seeing him approaching, Ye Zhiheng straightened the stone platform full of bottles and jars, and went up to meet him.

After the two obtained the fragments of the jug and wine glass last night, they have been trying to test the composition of the wine on it.The hard work paid off. Although the process was difficult, they still ruled out many possibilities and found out the alcohol poisoning.

"The wine brought by Miss Muluan contained ecstasy/illusion/drugs and veritaserum. She seemed to want to get something out of Mr. Duan. As for the composition of the jug, it was exactly as your lord expected. One side is poisonous, one side is safe."

Ye Zhiheng wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and said in a deep voice.

Su Xun nodded, and said lightly: "The wine contains ecstasy/illusion/drugs. She doesn't seem to want to take Duan Si's life, but just wants to make him forget what happened after asking for the news. It's a woman's kindness. It is also possible that the suspect has not yet been identified, has her identity been found out?"

Ye Zhiheng shook his head, sighed and said:

"I only know that she is a singing girl in Miaozhulou. Her parents died since she was a child. She was brought back to the building by Mama Hua three years ago. She gradually became famous with her beautiful singing voice and wine making skills. From these things, there is nothing unusual. In terms of social relations Even if it is considered clean, apart from the regular customers of the brothel, there is no other interaction with the outside world."

"If you can't draw a conclusion from the obvious, you can only go to investigate in person. After the Qunfang Banquet is over, when will the men and women who came to participate return to their place?"

"About two or three days, my lord, do you want to...?"

"Well," Su Xun held up the jade cup, his eyebrows frowned slightly, "it's inevitable to startle the snake if you act rashly, you might as well wait for Miss Muluan to settle down, and I will go to Miaozhu Tower by myself to apologize for the rudeness last night, so as not to be broken without thanks building's reputation."

Three days later.

"Cough cough cough..."

In front of the dressing table, Su Xun was about to apply Yirong ointment on his face, when his chest suddenly felt tight, his breath was stagnant, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

Ye Zhiheng was at the side helping him to calm down, with a serious look on his face.

Su Xun didn't have enough rest in the past few days, and the residual poison in his body showed signs of attack again. Even though he had treated with acupuncture last night, he still couldn't completely control it.

If he insisted on going to Miaozhu Tower right now, it would make people feel uneasy.

"My lord, you haven't recovered from the poisonous injury, so don't rush this matter for a while, why don't you wait until your health is better?"

"...No, it will change later." Su Xun pursed her pale lips tightly, and said intermittently, "Ms. Muluan's temptation is a complete failure. The people behind her have ulterior motives, and they will inevitably be punished...cough cough..."

He tried to apply the Yirong Ointment again, but Ye Zhiheng couldn't see it, so he stretched out his hand to stop him: "Yirong Ointment is harmful to the body, you can't use your inner breath to protect your body now, what should you do if the poisonous injury is caused. How about you Just put on a bamboo hat to cover up your appearance, and with me at your side, there won't be any problems, okay?"

Su Xun was coughing and wheezing, her frosty cheeks were flushed, she almost choked up tears, she had no energy to refute, so she nodded slightly.

The author has something to say: There is a premonition that the body is delicate and soft and easy to overthrow~