The time arrived in the middle of the night before we knew it. The lights in the house were all out, and no one was walking around anymore. Only the startled bird was left, squatting on Yunli's window sill and taking a peek, apparently observing Sister Ertong.

Will he still go crazy?

In the opposite room, there was a slight sound from Ruoyouruowu:

Creaking, creaking...

In the room with the small lamp on, there is a fragrance like orchid and honey.

Fan Qinghe had a blush on his cheeks. He leaned his arm on the wooden railing at the head of the bed, pressed his cheek against his forearm, bit his lower lip, and his eyes were blurry. His dark hair flowed down his neck,

Part of it is draped on the white back, and behind it is the full moon. The originally sizable group is hanging above the pillow, causing ripples as it moves.

Ye Jingtang was at the back, practicing his moves for a long time, with a few beads of sweat on his perfectly sculpted chest, but with a smile on his face the whole time, he lowered his head to admire the full moon.

After admiring it for a long time, Ye Jingtang breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over his back, held the weight with one hand, and asked with concern:

"tired?"

"Well...it's been a few days, and the landowner's fields can't be cultivated like this..."

Fan Qinghe was a little confused and didn't know what he was talking about. Ye Jingtang hugged her and lay down, so he lay down too, resting his arms on his head and not moving.

The Night Terror Hall is a martial arts saint, and his physical strength is indeed a bit too strong. Although he is still a little unsatisfied, he still feels sorry for his wife. After holding him for a while, he quietly got up, went outside to fetch water, and wiped the dirty Qinghe.

Wipe yourself.

But just as he was carrying water into the house, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the front house:

"Who is this so early in the morning? Are you going to let me sleep?"

The voice sounded like it was from the concierge in Washington. It was quite far away, so I couldn't hear it very clearly.

Ye Jingtang frowned, not sure what was going on, so he put down the basin and let Qing He wipe it by himself, preparing to go out to check.

As a result, this move directly pissed off my wife!

Fan Qinghe was wilting and couldn't move his fingers. How could he pay attention to the outer house. When he saw Ye Jingtang put down the water and towel and left, his eyes were very aggrieved:

"You were so attentive when you took it off, but now you have no patience? You..."

"no no……"

Ye Jingtang quickly turned around, wrung out the towel and wiped Qinghe's face:

"There's something going on outside. I'll go out and take a look. You lie down for a while. I'll be right back..."

Fan Qinghe was afraid that the night terror would come to an end later, so he took the towel and tilted his head to look at the wall:

"Don't come back. This is the last time. If you dare to use force next time, I will turn around and go back to Dongming Mountain..."

"Okay, okay..."

Ye Jingtang comforted her softly, and after making sure Qinghe was not angry, he picked up his robe and quietly left the door.

After busy work for most of the night, it was about three o'clock in the morning, and the entire Yanjing fell silent. Only the afterglow of lights could be seen in the distance.

On the way to the Night Terror Hall, I put on my robe and hurried to the back room of the front house. I saw the concierge in clothes standing on the steps with a door open, looking around.

Ye Jingtang came to the door and asked:

"Uncle Wang, what's going on?"

The concierge turned around, saw Ye Jingtang, and motioned to a brick in his hand:

"I don't know which kid just knocked on the door in the middle of the night. When I came out and saw no one was there, I put a ball on the ground..."

"?"

When Ye Jingtang heard this, he knew it was the Qinglong Club who had sent the news. He went out and scanned the alley:

"It's probably some rogue who got drunk and caused trouble. Uncle Wang, please go to bed first. I'll take a look around."

Ye Jingtang's identity is a second-class guard who looks after the house and the courtyard. Naturally, the concierge was not polite and turned back to the house to get a lantern and handed it to him:

"It's so late and you still haven't slept?"

"Oh, I can't sleep a little bit."

"Young man is young and energetic, so it's normal for him to be unable to sleep at night. I heard from Hua Ying and the others that if you go out from the alley and walk two blocks east, there is a small alley that is quite cheap. If you really can't sleep, just go shopping and come back early.

But, I’ll keep it a secret for you..."

Ye Jingtang took the lantern, shook his head and chuckled:

"I don't like this."

"Haha, young people are like this. They are thin-skinned. Anyway, I have shown you the way. Come back soon."

…

Ye Jingtang stood outside the door and waited for the concierge to close the door before shaking his head and smiling, holding a lantern and leaving alone, heading to Suijin Street where brothels were crowded.

It's already getting late, and even romantic places like Sui Kam Street are getting off work one after another. From time to time, you can see drunken drinkers on the street, or rich people who walk with a little swaying legs.

Night Terror Hall turned into a back alley at the street corner, followed the alley filled with strange noises, and came to the back of Chunman Building.

A murder occurred two days before Chunman Tower, which obviously affected the business. It has not been open for the past two days, and the front and rear of the high-rise building are completely dark.

As soon as Ye Jingtang arrived nearby, he noticed a familiar aura. Seeing this, he jumped into the wall and raised his hand to tap:

Dong Dong~

In the alley, the contact person, Old Liu, was pacing back and forth. When he heard the sound, he quickly turned around and bowed his hands towards the wall:

"Your Excellency is here? I really didn't expect that my little Blue Dragon Society could actually make the Grand Master condescend to be an assassin..."

Seeing that Old Man Liu was a little excited, Ye Jingtang interrupted the conversation:

"I'm not Hua Junchen. Didn't I tell you to contact me and place bricks outside the Rabbit Shop in the Imperial College?"

?

When Lao Liu heard that the other party still refused to admit it, he was speechless:

"I put a brick outside the Rabbit Shop in the afternoon, but in the middle of the night, you didn't show up. So I had no choice but to have someone put a brick at the door of Washington DC. The result was hey, guess what? These two people

It'll be here in a quarter of an hour..."

"Well……"

When Ye Jingtang heard Old Liu's strange tone, his eyes looked slightly embarrassed. He would take a look at Hua Qingzhi every day when he was taking her to school. This afternoon, he forgot to go and take a look since there was no class. It was indeed an oversight on his part. He immediately explained:

"It was an accident this time, um... let's talk about business. Mr. Liu is looking for me, but have you arranged the way into the palace?"

Although Old Liu confirmed the identity of his assassin, due to the rules of the assassin's profession, he still did not say more and instead said:

"It has been arranged. In the past two days, several groups of people have bought the news about Bishui Forest. The gang also sent a message - the day after tomorrow, March 11th, Grain Rain. According to the usual practice, the current emperor will go to Yugeng Mountain to fast for a day.

When we offer sacrifices to the God of Agriculture, most of the experts from the capital will accompany them to serve as the Emperor's guards, so the protection of the Bishui Forest will naturally be a little weaker than usual..."

Ye Jingtang nodded thoughtfully: "You mean, let those people do it the day after tomorrow?"

Old Liu nodded: "The Holy Emperor will not return until the next day, and the night after tomorrow is the best opportunity to take action. As long as there is any movement in the Bishui Forest, there will definitely be a fireworks message, and the experts from the Imperial City will be summoned to come to the rescue; after you see the message,

Go to Changyang Gate immediately..."

?

When Ye Jingtang heard this, his eyes were stunned:

"You let the people who buy the information become targets to attract firepower for me?"

Old Liu quickly shook his head: "We, the Qinglong Club, always talk about credibility, how could we do such a thing? They sneaked into the Bishui Forest and snatched the elixir from Zhongsun Jin. With or without you, they would make a big fuss. We, the Qinglong Club, would

By arranging your things together, their difficulty will not become greater, and your risks will be much smaller. This is not called burning bridges, but "adapting measures to local conditions."

Ye Jingtang thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was the same, and he cupped his hands and said:

"Mr. Gao Ming."

"You don't need to be so polite. I, the Qinglong Club, only accept money. Once you pay, I will get things done without you having to say anything."

While Old Liu was talking, he took out a map from the bookcase and threw it over the wall:

"When you arrive, enter the palace from Changyang Gate and follow the route on the map; this line is the route that the Queen Mother secretly summoned to enter the palace that night. All the open and secret sentries have been cleared by the Queen Mother, so it is absolutely unimpeded...

…”

"?"

When Ye Jingtang heard this, he was stunned again:

"When Emperor Liang went out to worship heaven, the Queen Mother took the opportunity to summon him to spend the night in the palace?"

"You haven't heard of such rumors?"

"Uh... I've heard about it, but I didn't expect the old Queen Mother to be so tolerant... Are you going to let me go in through this way?"

Old Liu frowned and said: "Otherwise? Is it possible that he really secretly bribed the Twelve Ministers and the Imperial City Forbidden Army? Is this something that can be done with thirty thousand taels of silver?"

At first, Ye Jingtang really thought that the Qinglong Society had great supernatural powers, that it could turn its hands to make clouds and rain, and use some shocking tricks. However, he did not expect that the arranged infiltration method was so simple and unpretentious. He thought for a while and said:

"Are you sure this will work?"
To be continued...