big master, big liar

Mr. Fu kept his promise, and quickly sent over the map of the house, and also informed him of Mr. Nanrong's itinerary and the schedule of the nursing home.

People like Song Xuan who have traveled the rivers and lakes, most of them have been gentlemen on Liangshang several times. With a glance at the map and shift schedule, they can know the location of the master's residence and the night patrol route of the guard house.

This courtyard is really well-prepared, but it can't be said, it's just that there is such a master who has been in charge for many years, it is a bit difficult to handle.

Xiang Rong looked at it for a long while, rubbed his chin and said: "We'd better pick a time when he is not in the mansion, and the guards have fewer manpower. If there is only one, I'm not afraid, I'm afraid that two fists can't beat four hands. It’s not easy to handle more.”

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment. Originally, he wanted to try again, to confirm the memory reading of that day, whether it was Nan Rongjun who had a problem, or his own ability was invalid.

But looking at the current situation, it is indeed a bit risky.It would be better to search the house carefully while Mr. Nan Rong is not at the house, to see if there are any clues inside, and it will also make Xiangrong more safe.

As for the chance to get in touch with Mr. Nanrong again, there will always be.

After thinking about it, Song Xuan agreed to Xiangrong's proposal.The two confirmed that after the time of You, the magistrate would invite Mr. Nan Rong to a banquet and have fun. It was indeed the best time for them to sneak into the mansion at that time.

So the two of them changed into night clothes early on, and only waited for the sun to set before going straight to the place where Mr. Nan Rong lived.

Song Xuan didn't show up, but Xiangrong jumped onto the wall and threw a few stones into it at intervals.

Thinking about throwing stones in a regular way, most people in the world have some rules, or slang words, or some body movements, maybe a song, a painting are all particular, only experts can understand.

Between different regions, some of these rules are similar, and some are different. The more remote the place, the less people can understand the rules. After all, Sifang City is a transit port for trade, and the rules here are quite common.

Like Xiangrong, this is the standard set of bandits when they step on ideas.If you have some knowledge, you will be able to understand it.

Not half a moment later, a person stood out from inside and jumped up the wall neatly: "Who are you?"

The man was tall and tall, wearing a brocade jacket with arrow sleeves, his facial features were tough and extraordinary, but his expression was serious, which inevitably made him appear indifferent.

Xiang Rong was sitting on the top of the wall, dangling his calves, with a half-smile on his face: "I came here to cut darts."

The man frowned slightly, obviously he didn't understand what she was saying, but he saw that she was a girl, so he didn't make a move immediately: "This is not where you should come, just go away."

Xiang Rong tilted his head, squinted his eyes and looked at him from head to toe, and laughed: "Look at him, he's a good guy, he just came here to stop his aunt, and he had to see his true self."

While speaking, Xiang Rong stretched his hand behind his back, and made a gesture in Song Xuan's direction.

Song Xuan knew the gesture when he saw the gesture, so he followed the plan and went in another direction.

The man on the other end hadn't figured out the intention of the woman in front of him, but he saw that Xiang Rong had already rushed forward.

The man jumped down from the wall, and Xiang Rong chased after him, and with only one dodge, the fist landed on the tree trunk behind him with the sound of wind.

The tree trunk was actually sunken in a piece.

The man's eyes immediately became serious.

Xiangrong rubbed his red fists, twisted his neck vigorously, and looked eager to try: "It's been a long time since I fought with anyone, kid, don't let me down."

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Song Xuan on the other end avoided the few nursing homes and walked all the way into Nan Rongjun's bedroom.

Mr. Nanrong has not been in Sifang City for a long time. If there are any clues, they can only be found in the study and bedroom. , Song Xuan still has time to search these two places clearly.

It's just that Song Xuan has searched for quite a while now, searched through several boxes, but found nothing, and finally shifted his gaze to Mr. Nanrong's bed before he was about to leave.

It was a mahogany babu bed, surrounded by thick brocade curtains, forming a small space inside.

Song Xuan lifted the quilt and shook the pillow, and something actually fell out.

That's a dagger.

Contrary to Mr. Nanrong's gorgeous and flamboyant appearance, this dagger has simple patterns and weird shapes. It is vaguely engraved on it, which cannot be seen clearly in dim light.

Song Xuan pulled out the dagger, and saw that its blade was like autumn frost, it was definitely not from the hands of ordinary craftsmen.

While watching, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle from outside, Song Xuan's heart tightened, and he knew that something had happened, he wanted to jump out of the window, but he didn't want the lights in the corridor outside to come on, and there were disorderly footsteps The voice of Nanrong Jun can be faintly heard.

Song Xuan looked around, and quickly hid behind the bed curtain.

"You let a little girl run away. Couldn't Cang Ye have some kind of sympathy for her?" Nan Rongjun complained all the way in, and the servants at the side only responded in a nasty way.

Nan Rongjun entered the room and swept the teacup on the table on the ground, with an arrogant tone: "What? I'm not here, so you don't even need tea?"

A group of servants hurriedly fetched water, lit lamps, and poured tea, all in a hurry.

Song Xuan held his breath behind the bed curtain, not daring to breathe out.

Mr. Nan Rong ordered his servants for a while, and when he saw that everything was in order, he ordered them to retreat.

"When Cangye comes back, tell him to come see me."

After listening to it for a while, Song Xuan vaguely understood that Mr. Nan Rong should have come back early, Xiang Rong was caught off guard for a moment, and retreated without daring to pester him. Before leaving, he sent a signal to himself, but it was a bit late.

It's just that Mr. Nanrong didn't seem to have the intention of going out, which made Song Xuan unable to bear the headache: How should he go out?

At this moment, he suddenly heard Nanrong Jun get up and go to the table to find something, and made a vague voice of doubt.

Song Xuan immediately tensed up.

But still heard the footsteps of Mr. Nanrong approaching step by step.

"It seems that there are guests." Nan Rongjun stopped in front of Ba Bu's bed, smiling softly. "Why, don't you plan to come out?"

Song Xuan knew in his heart that Nanrong Jun must have found some clues, and he was determined to escape, so he decided to be cruel, opened the curtain, and swayed the knife outside.

But I didn't want Nanrong Jun to hold the blade firmly between his fingers, and the moment he saw Song Xuan, he showed a clear smile.

"Mr. Song, is this from the recommendation pillow seat?"