Invite the wolf into the room

A gentle smiling face, and then moved his index finger, indicating that An Chen is not edible.

Ling Qingzhe knew that it was a great improvement for An Chen to fall asleep in his arms. As for other established 'habits', Ling Qingzhe would try to adapt and get used to them before An Chen got rid of or improved them.

"……morning."

As usual, An Chen sucked again before letting go of Ling Qingzhe's hand. After obediently saying "Ann", An Chen licked his lower lip and raised his head to peck at the corner of Ling Qingzhe's mouth, then sat up and prepared to go back to his hut go.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Ling Qingzhe hugged An Chen's waist and put him back in the bed, then pulled the bell wire beside the bed to call Ling Yuan and Ling Ming in. Anyway, no one came back from this room, so why should they be so scruples? .

"You have not recovered from your internal injuries, and yesterday's torment worsened again. You can take care of yourself at home these few days. I have to deal with the matters of those foreigners yesterday, and I may be busy for two days."

"Don't you ask me about yesterday?"

An Chen put on a serious demeanor and asked Ling Qingzhe that what happened yesterday, I'm afraid Ling Qingzhe had already guessed a lot with his intelligence. Originally, An Chen didn't want to involve Ling Qingzhe in that matter, and he also believed that those people would not dare Make things big, but now that Qiong uses foreigners to stir things up, things will be a little troublesome... An Chen doesn't know if he can keep Ling Qingzhe out of it.

"Then you want to tell me?"

After pulling the bell, Ling Qingzhe changed back to lying on his side and looked at An Chen. Ling Qingzhe would investigate An Chen's affairs by himself, but he would not force him to ask him. As for when he wanted to tell himself, he just had to listen carefully.

"Yes, but now is not the time."

An Chen nodded bluntly. He wanted Ling Qingzhe to understand him, but he didn't want Ling Qingzhe to be involved, and he didn't want to disrupt his peaceful life, and that matter was too complicated, so let's see the situation.

"Oh...then I understand."

An Chen's frankness was always beyond Ling Qingzhe's expectations, and Ling Qingzhe already understood his intentions just by thinking about it.

"I just ask one thing, how did this injury come about?"

As Ling Qingzhe spoke, he gently lifted An Chen to cover the hair on the right forehead, revealing the tiny pink scar. Ling Qingzhe didn't understand how it was possible to make so many tiny wounds.

"...The family pattern."

Mentioning this scar, An Chen's eyes turned cold. It represents the imprint of a nobleman's son, his sub-clan's identity certificate, which was branded on his forehead by that woman since he was a child. This is the shame of An Chen's life.When he defected, he used his finger knife to scrape off the flesh little by little. This scar was left on purpose and did not disappear.

"It was branded on my forehead when I was a child, and then I took it off myself."

"what?"

Ling Qingzhe's heart trembled. The clan pattern is the proof of the sub-clan's identity, but while giving those people a higher social status than ordinary people, it is also a brand of shame for their children and grandchildren who were abandoned by the nobles. The person on Chen's face, how much he should hate him...

"Is it ugly?"

An Chen originally didn't care whether he was disfigured or not, but if Ling Qingzhe found it ugly, then he would find a way to get rid of it, even if it couldn't be completely removed, try to make it as invisible as possible.

"No, it just hurts to look at it, has it always hurt here?"

Ling Qingzhe gently rubbed those tiny powder marks with his fingers. He didn't think there was any pattern before, but if it was the family pattern, he could vaguely see a little shape.

Whether it was when it was branded on or when An Chen removed it by himself, it must have been very painful.

"It's not anymore, it's just a little itchy sometimes."

An Chen smiled shallowly, the pain was nothing to him, but An Chen was still a little worried, he touched the scar himself and asked Ling Qingzhe seriously.

"Isn't it really ugly?"

"of course."

As if to prove his words, Ling Qingzhe pushed An Chen's forehead hair back with the palm of his hand, leaned over and kissed his scar, then rubbed An Chen's hair, and then let him get up and get down Oh, at this time Ling Ming and Ling Yuan had already come in with hot water.

After breakfast with An Chen, Ling Qingzhe sat down with Uncle Yang who came to see him and immediately went to the Yamen. Only then did Ling Qingzhe have time to ask him about Han Chao.

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Prince Rui

"Young master Han knows that the young master does not want to get involved in this matter, so he escorted a group of criminals back to Beijing last night, and stated that the case will be handed over to Prince Rui's residence, and no one else will interfere. Young master Han assured the young master that he will handle it."

Along the way, Uncle Yang had already explained the matter clearly to Ling Qingzhe. Seeing Ling Qingzhe's calm expression, and remembering that Han Chao's expression was normal last night, the old butler, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, said something more.

"Mr. Han said last night that he wanted to surprise the young master, so he didn't let us report..."

Han Chao didn't need to notify Ling Qingzhe's room when he entered and left Ling Qingzhe's room. This was decided by Ling Qingzhe a long time ago, but the situation last night was special. Given the relationship between the two of them, could there be no problem?

"Yes, I know."

Ling Qingzhe could see Uncle Yang's curiosity, but he just dealt with it lightly. This was his own private matter, and it was not for outsiders to understand.

Ling Qingzhe was clear about Han Chao's reaction. From the very beginning, Han Chao positioned himself as his "confidant", because Han Chao could not give Ling Qingzhe his complete self, so he did not ask for his. All that Han and North Korea want is Ling Qingzhe's acceptance...

On the contrary, An Chen's reaction was a bit beyond Ling Qingzhe's expectations. Ling Qingzhe thought that this little wolf cub would at least show his existence by showing off, but he didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable about advancing and retreating, or rather be able to bear it.

Thinking of An Chen waking up in his arms this morning, a faint smile appeared on Ling Qingzhe's face.

"Master, the relationship between Master An Chen and those men in black yesterday is probably not just hostile."

Seeing Ling Qingzhe's reaction, Uncle Yang knew that he would not say anything, but since he could laugh, Uncle Yang felt relieved.

"Whatever Uncle Yang knows, tell me."

Ask Ling Ming to tell Lin Ping that they will come back later to report. After Ling Qingzhe closed the door of the study, he sat Yang Bo on a chair beside him.

"Yesterday, when Master An Chen was confronting the man in black, I heard some of their conversations. It seemed that Master An Chen took something important from them, so they chased them all the way but did not dare to kill them. Chen called the leader in black Uncle, and they do look alike..."

Uncle Yang slowly told Ling Qingzhe everything he had seen and known. Although he had been hiding in Ling's mansion all these years, he still knew the affairs of the Jianghu very clearly.

"If their leader is really called Qiong, then I think those people are members of the third-ranked killer organization in Jianghu, the Qijielou."

"The Seven Tribulations Building...the killer?"

Ling Qingzhe had also heard of the name Qijielou when he traveled around the rivers and lakes before, but it was as mysterious as other top-ranked killer organizations. Few people knew their details, but obviously Uncle Yang was one of the insiders.

"If it's really the Seven Tribulations Building, and they, as a Jianghu organization, have an ambiguous relationship with foreign rebels, then it is a big taboo in the Jianghu."

When Uncle Yang said this, he gave a rare sigh. People in the Jianghu are most afraid of meddling in the affairs of the court, let alone involving rebellion. At that time, the Jianghu will not be able to tolerate them without the court's suppression.

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as Jianghu organization."

Thinking of An Chen's aristocratic upbringing and the family crest on his forehead, Ling Qingzhe could already make a lot of guesses.

It is just their unilateral fantasy that the rivers and lakes want to keep in touch with the imperial court. Even if you don’t talk about the power hidden by the imperial court among the people, those nobles will have a lot of hands in the rivers and lakes. A certain big nobleman, then the intention of connecting with foreign races in this way can be big or small...

"trouble."

Ling Qingzhe snorted depressingly, and now there are two paths in front of him, either let them toss around as if they didn't know anything, and then face the danger of his little quail gone forever, or leave things behind. After checking inside and out, it became clear that the price is that there will be no more happy days to stay out of it.

"Uncle Yang, does Han Chao know about Qiong and Qijielou?"

"Those Sa people don't know the real identity of Qiong and the others, and I haven't told Mr. Han about it. He probably doesn't know."

Uncle Yang also pressed Nu Lun. They are responsible for sorting out Jia Lin's information and communication, but they will not let them know the real secrets. Even Nu Lun's rank does not know Jia Lin's cooperation Who exactly is Lin Ren? Han Chao and the others will not be able to find out for a while.

"That's good... Uncle Yang, send someone to help me deliver this letter back to Xue's house, and hand it to my second cousin Xue Jingyang in person."

Ling Qingzhe drew a simple pattern according to the shape of An Chen's wound, and then asked his brother, the little prince, to help find out the nobleman with the surname An whose family pattern is similar to this. An Zai Jialin is not a common surname, so the scope can be narrowed down a lot up.

"Yes."

Uncle Yang took Ling Qingzhe's letter and put it in his arms. Seeing that Ling Qingzhe had no other orders, he took his leave and left the room.

"I've spent all this time on your behalf. When you recover from your injury, I'll get it back with interest."

Looking at his fingers, Ling Qingzhe's brain