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The night was deep, foggy and shadowy, everything was silent, and layers of dark clouds were entrenched in the sky, shrouding the entire Jiangzuo City in darkness.

The cold wind blew the leaves rustling, and everything was covered with a strange layer. There was a very small movement in the West Street and alley, a black shadow passed by like lightning, and only tiny dust fell from the corner of the wall.

In the Liyuan of Wangfu, there was the sound of flipping papers in the quiet study room, and the night fell into the study room through the carved wooden window. A masked man wrapped in black was looking for something.

Suddenly, the masked man paused, his ears moved, his eyes turned cold, and he quickly put the account book in his hand back to its original place, and climbed up the beam.

Unhurried footsteps approached, and then the door of the study opened from the outside, and the lit candle flickered, illuminating the long and narrow eyes of the man in red as if there was a dark fire jumping, looming, extremely cold.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the icy long sword cut through the air flow. Liu Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the sword tip dilated in his pupils without changing his face. He turned his backhand into claws and struck towards the masked man's throat.

The man stepped back quickly, with his arms crossed.

Liu Yan flipped his palm, raised it, and slapped the door in front of him. The masked man tiptoed, took half a step back, twisted his waist, drew an arc on the spot like a ghost, and sank his elbows , Pushing hard, the soft sword turned into a dazzling silver light and went straight to Liu Yan's chest.

One red and one black, the two figures kept interlacing, the sword energy cut through the originally quiet study room, and the palm wind was like a broken bamboo.

There was a smile on the corner of Liu Yan's lips, and he turned his body sideways, trying to grab the man's shoulder with his left palm.

But at this moment, there was the sound of swords clashing outside the window, and the air inhaled into the lungs accompanied by the wind was mixed with a very faint smell, which seemed to be the fragrance of flowers, but it was not.

Liu Yan's body trembled, and his movements slowed down a bit. The masked man avoided his vitals dangerously.

Liu Yan flew out in a slight hurry, his sharp knife-like eyes scanned the surroundings, but after a while, he showed disappointment. He stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the dark sky, his eyes were no longer calm, and complex colors rolled, and he lowered his head. His voice was talking to himself, full of sadness.

"Lanxi...is that you?"

A black shadow appeared, and the person who came was a cold-faced man. He knelt on one knee, half of his face was hidden in the silver ghost mask, which was extremely gloomy.

"Master, the man ran away, the subordinate deserves to die, I am willing to die..."

"Send someone out, don't let go of an inch of the ground, even if you dig three feet, you have to find them." Interrupting him, Liu Yan wiped the jade wrench of his thumb, with a bloodthirsty smile, "Three days , can’t find it, see you later.”

"Yes."

After the words fell, the original place has disappeared.

The palace was brightly lit, Huang Hao shouted, "Search everywhere, don't even miss the latrine."

The guards took the lead and divided into several teams to conduct an intensive search in the mansion.

In the Xiyuan hut, two guards pinched their noses and raised the bamboo curtain of the hut, a choking stench came over their faces, and the servants who were urinating inside hurriedly cleaned up and stood there obediently.

"Did you see a man in black?" one of the guards shouted harshly.

Among the servants was a young man who was pulling up his trousers. It was none other than Zhang Yuan. He first said a few words of compliments, and then asked casually, "Brother Ma, what's going on with this black light?"

"This is not what you should inquire about. If you know more, the head on your neck will become unstable."

The two guards didn't stay long, and searched a row of huts one by one with their knives in hand.

The night was destined to be restless, and not long after, the second steward led several servants and guards to appear in the servant's room.

"Take off your shirts for me."

All the servants began to take off their clothes, Mo Mo and Zhang Yuan, who were standing slightly in the middle, looked at each other, the former pursed his lips slightly, and the latter smiled.

Ever since the people in the mansion witnessed the scene of the prince returning with a groom on his back, not only the servants who usually eat and live together, but even the stewards have secretly paid attention.

So Shen Mo's food was better than before, and his work gradually decreased. The injury on his forehead has almost healed, but since that day, he has never been called to accompany him on the street patrol.

He took off a layer of underwear, left his upper body bare in silence, turned his head slightly, and looked at Zhang Yuan who was still taking off his coat, with something flickering in his eyes, he glanced at the servants who started to check one by one from both ends.

Keenly noticed that the breathing of the people around him was getting faster, and when he caught sight of the other person's footsteps taking half a step forward from the corner of his eyes, Mo Mo shot out suddenly and held down his clenched hand.

At this moment, a dark-skinned middle-aged man knelt down on the ground. There was a wound on his neck, which seemed to be wounded by some sharp weapon.

"Catch him!" The second steward said with a sullen face, "Wu Chen, where did your injuries come from?"

Chen Wu was so frightened that he couldn't even speak fluently. He stammered and responded, "Yes... when I came back, the cat... the cat scratched it."

"Cat?" The second steward sneered, "There are ways for you to recruit them, and bring them to me."

"Don't... don't catch me... Zhang... Zhang Yuan... help me... ah..." Chen Wu shouted in panic, looking at Zhang Yuan with pleading eyes. What happened, the cat suddenly jumped on him, scratching a few wounds with its paws.

However, Zhang Yuan kept his head down, turning a blind eye.

He cried and shouted, there was a puddle of yellow water stains on the crotch, and a smell of urine spread.

"It's not peaceful recently, please be honest with me, work hard with all your energy, if something goes wrong, even the king of heaven is here." The second steward said something strange, and led those people away.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yuan, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened them. He turned over, and the hand under the quilt opened the skirt of his shirt, and the five fingerprints on his chest were shocking.

There was a light sound from the bed next to Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan’s whole body changed, his sharp eyes swept over, met those calm black eyes, Zhang Yuan tightened his jaw, after a few struggles on his face, he sighed in his heart, he was really ashamed Master's teachings.

He paid attention to the movement in the room, and after confirming that it was safe, Zhang Yuan lifted the quilt and sneaked in, and asked in a low voice, "When did you know?"

Silence looked at the young man approaching, he subconsciously moved back, put his hands behind his head, and said quietly, "I knew it from the time you pressed on me at night."

An embarrassing look appeared on his face, Zhang Yuan's ears were a little red, but fortunately it was covered by the dark light, he sniffed the smell of this man like a wolf dog, unlike others, there was no unpleasant smell of sweat, It smells good.

At this moment, as long as he stretches out his hand, he can touch and hold the other person in his arms, hugging him tightly like he did sneakily late at night, but he didn't.

It's time for the dream to end.

Shen Mo closed his eyes and said softly, "It's good to do it for yourself, next time, I won't make a move."

"It's really..." Hearing the indifference in the young man's words, Zhang Yuan's throat felt astringent, he sighed, and returned to his bed.

in the study

The man in black said coldly, "My lord, it's not him."

Liu Yan leaned on the chair, at that moment, he found himself relieved, this thought remained in his mind for a few moments, and he forcibly erased it.

"Let the big steward come in."

Soon, an old man with a fat body, a shiny face, and a money-losing look stepped in. He stood at the door and saluted.

"Fuquan, send a servant here as soon as possible." Tapping his index finger on the table, Liu Yan casually said, "Choose from the new batch of slaves who arrived two months ago."

Fuquan was at a loss, and he asked bitterly, "My lord, this old slave just came back from my mother's birthday from my hometown. I don't know the details of those people. You might as well just tell me."

The study room fell into a silent atmosphere, only the rhythmic sound of knocking continued.

Cold sweat oozes from Fuquan's forehead. He has been with this master for almost 20 years. He is the only one among those who have witnessed a weak and despised cold palace prince who now controls the fortress of the Northwest Land and is firmly seated as the lord of a city. Alive, but still can't figure out the other party's mind.

He didn't dare to guess.

Just when Fuquan's back was soaking wet, he heard a name, "Cheng Wuyong, I want it."

Fuquan twitched the corner of his mouth secretly, saying that it would have been better if he had said no, but if he insisted on pulling out a bunch of things, he naturally didn't dare to say what was in his heart, so he just nodded in agreement.

The next day, Shen Mo saw one of Liu Yan's confidantes, the chief steward who loves money like his life, and his face was full of wrinkles when he smiled, which was the complete opposite of the stern-faced second steward.

"You are Cheng Wuyong?"

This was the first sentence he heard.

"So you are Cheng Wuyong."

This is the second sentence I heard.

Fuquan only said these two sentences, a question mark and a period, Shen Mo took a set of dark blue clothes, changed and followed Fuquan to appear in the Liyuan.

"My lord."

Liu Yan didn't take a look, and was lowering his head to practice calligraphy, but he glanced over the young man very quickly from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Glancing at the words on the rice paper, Mo Mo was a little surprised, the strokes were vigorous and powerful, like sand scratches, with a certain ruthlessness.

Mo Mo suppressed the fluctuations in his eyes, stood aside and grinded, aware of the gaze cast over him, he explained lightly, "There is an old man on the street who writes letters for others, and the slaves often go to watch the fun and help him grind. , and became proficient.”

The voice next to his ear was always calm. After writing the last word, Liu Yan put down the pen, lifted his silent jaw with his hand, and brushed away the hair on his forehead with the other hand, staring at the faint scar.

The scene that happened some time ago rushed into my mind, including the warm blood under the palm and the young man curled up in his arms, Liu Yan turned his head and looked away.

"What happened last time, my lord..."

Mo Mo raised his eyebrows, but didn't move, looking at the prince who was frowning tightly in front of him with weird eyes, as if he was struggling with something.

There were footsteps outside the door, followed by Huang Hao's voice, "My lord, my concubine will arrive outside the city tomorrow, do you want to send someone to the city gate..."

The words that came to his lips were interrupted, Liu Yan's face turned dark immediately, and he sneered.

"If she can't even find the gate of the palace, then there's no need to come back."

Silence next to him twitched his lips, he was very curious about the little princess who only loved food but not beautiful men.