The undercover agent sent by the imperial court

Ling Xuan raised his hand and lifted the curtain, walked into the inner room and the manager appeared with a stack of papers, and saw Ling Xuan bowing, "My lord, you are back."

"Brother Huang, are you still correcting the memorial?" Ling Xuan asked while looking at the memorial in the manager's arms.

"Yes, but it's almost over." Without hearing the voice of permission to get up, the steward kept bending over with the heavy paperwork in his arms.

Ling Xuan thought for a while before realizing that the manager was still there, "You go." After speaking, Ling Xuan went straight into the inner room.

Huang Puwen dipped a pen into the cinnabar to write a comment, but immediately raised his head when Ling Xuan came in, looked at Ling Xuan and smiled slightly, "I'm back, why did I come back so early today."

"Why do I feel that I'm the only one who is so free?" Ling Xuan sighed when he saw Huang Puwen, and sat down next to Huang Puwen, leaning on the dragon chair, sullen.

Huang Puwen put down his pen and rubbed Ling Xuan's head amusedly, "Don't you want to do nothing? Now you feel bored again?"

Ling Xuan in the capital doesn't see much, because it's impossible to play with those ignorant young masters because of boredom, Ling Xuan looked at his brother depressedly, "Chu Ziyan didn't come out after going out yesterday. .” You must know that Chu Ziyan is an idler of the same level as Ling Xuan.

Huang Puwen gave Ling Xuan Shunmao a good hand, "Chu Ziyan must have encountered something."

With this tone, Ling Xuan looked up at Huang Puwen, "Does Brother Huang know anything?"

Huang Puwen then gave Ling Xuan a favor, "Do you think of me at this time?"

Ling Xuan blinked and looked at Huang Puwen and said nothing, Huang Puwen looked at Ling Xuan's expectant eyes and sighed, "He disappeared for a while, and then fell ill. I am investigating this matter."

"Disappeared for a while?" Ling Xuan thought about this strange adjective coldly, "Someone hijacked him, who can make him compromise?"

"I'm going to ask you that." Huang Puwen carefully opened a hair knot, "The person who sent you to the imperial city has never left."

Ling Xuan froze, "Yes, is that so?" Couldn't it be that he had been discovered a long time ago, and he must have been seen to be so noisy in the imperial city every day.

"What are you worried about?" Huang Puwen opened his hair knot and smiled in satisfaction, "With me here, just tell brother what you want to do."

Ling Xuan moved a bit, lying on Huang Puwen's lap, watching Huang Puwen's hands running through his hair. It was the same way when he was a child. When he got up in the morning, Huang Puwen would carefully comb Ling Xuan's hair and send it to the gate of the academy to look at Ling Xuan. You will feel at ease when you go in.

The warmth is like greasy sugar, and the sweetness will always be in the mouth and cannot be dissipated. This is what Ling Xuan felt from Huang Puwen, "Well, I know."

Looking at Ling Xuan, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't care about the Huangpu Wen, and Ling Xuan still lay down and picked up the document just now and continued to correct it.

Ling Xuan closed his eyes and listened to the rustling sound of writing in his ears. He was in a peaceful state of mind. This is his innate perception. Ling Xuan can intuitively feel other people, the guards in the eunuch's room on duty at the door, but everyone's breath is very pleasant. Ling Xuan felt uncomfortable.

Especially the thick darkness on the body of the dark guard, which makes people breathless. Ling Xuan suddenly opened his eyes to get rid of all the perceptions. The palace was still quiet, only the sound of writing and taking, Ling Xuan moved and sat up. , as if there was only a room for two people, but Ling Xuan knew that there were still people guarding the place in the dark.