Leng Jian, who had been sitting on the wall, looked at Ling Yiran suspiciously. Ling Yiran seemed to have no intention of leaving. Could it be that he was also waiting for Yi Shuihan?
There was a lot of fog tonight, and the two of them stood without saying a word. There was already some fog on their hair, and neither of them seemed to have any intention of leaving.
"I wonder what happened to the Ninth Prince?" Rong Zhi said with a cold expression on his face.
"I'm waiting for someone like Mr. Rong." Ling Yiran was not a vegetarian. Wanted to drive him away? He refused to give Rong Zhi this chance.
Rong Zhi frowned. Although Ling Yiran didn't know Shui Han's identity, it seemed that Shui Han's status in Ling Yiran's heart was not low. He might have already thought about it. If Shui Han regained his identity, he couldn't imagine the consequences.
, it seems that Shuihan must be taken away from Ningcheng, a place of right and wrong, as soon as possible.[
Yi Shuihan never enters through the gate when he comes back at night, but always climbs over the wall. But tonight, who is the one sitting on the wall if not Leng Jian?
Yi Shuihan cursed, why was Leng Jian there? He had a bad premonition. Could it be that Rong Zhi was in the yard? She couldn't see Rong Zhi like this. Rong Zhi's nose was sharper than a dog's nose. He would definitely smell her.
The smell of wine and rouge was overwhelming, so she decided to turn around and walk around the Mulberry Picking Garden, entering from behind the Zhuangyuan Mansion.
"Master Yi, where are you going?"
When Leng Jian shouted, Yi Shuihan stopped. Rong Zhi and Ling Yiran's eyes in the yard shifted to Leng Jian's direction in a tacit understanding, as if they wanted to see through the wall.
Yi Shuihan turned around, smiled brightly, and walked towards Lengjian step by step. Looking for a fight? I will help you.
Leng Jian shuddered. Yi Shuihan's expression was absolutely stunning, and at the same time absolutely frightening. There was something indescribably weird about the night.
"Leng Jian, you seem to like sitting on the wall?" Yi Shuihan's smile did not diminish, and his half-closed phoenix eyes were full of gloom.
"No, I don't like it very much. I'll go down now." Leng Jian shook his head and laughed twice.
"Since you don't like it, I'll help you get down." Yi Shuihan changed the topic and quickly grabbed Leng Jian's clothes and pulled them skillfully. With a bang, Leng Jian fell from the wall in embarrassment.
Come down.
Leng Jian wailed and crawled to the ground, face down. He didn't expect Yi Shuihan, a woman, to be so strong. He was pulled off before he could stabilize his body.
Yi Shuihan was still not happy, so he stepped on Lengjian before giving in, "This is a small lesson."
Leng Jian hit the ground twice, how small is that? He is a dignified first-class guard of the Rong family, with strong martial arts. Even if his name is not well-known in the world, it is still somewhat prestigious. When did he end up being stepped on?
Yi Shuihan snorted and climbed over the wall into the Number One Scholar's Mansion. She stabilized her figure and was stunned the moment she raised her head. Not only Rong Zhizai, but also Ling Yiran? Their expressions didn't seem to be very good.
"You two are still up so late?" Yi Shuihan did not walk over, but just said hello from a distance. Rong Zhi's nose was very good, and she could smell the smell of alcohol on her body.
But just because Yi Shuihan didn't walk over, it didn't mean that the two of them wouldn't walk over.
The two of them came to Yi Shuihan's side with a tacit understanding. Rong Zhi's face became even more gloomy, and Ling Yiran frowned, smelling of wine and rouge.
"Shui Han, where have you been?" Rong Zhi's tone was still gentle, but there was a hint of suppressed anger.