He stared coldly at Deng Qing with his long arms and hugged Shao Yan away from the vestibule, feeling a little sad. Looking at the servant sent by Deng Qing kept urging him to go back to the room.

Shao Qian swayed, holding on to the Muli gauze hanging from his waist, his cold eyes were cold.

The servant couldn't see his expression, but inexplicably felt a cold rushing into his heart. He suddenly shuddered, feeling that the gentleman he was serving was not as gentle as jade as he appeared.

Shao Qian returned to the dilapidated wing room, closed the wooden door with a loud bang, lit the lights in the house, and lay on the low couch with a deep heart.

The four good generals of the Deng family who were ordered to follow him stared at the window paper that was shining with a light light, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

After a stick of incense, the candlelight was extinguished in the house and it became dark. The four elite soldiers looked at each other and quietly sent to the vicinity of the house. Through a window, they listened carefully to the movement inside.

The room was very quiet, and only the gentleman's shallow breathing sound came, which was steady and regular, as if he had fallen asleep.

The four elite soldiers then breathed a sigh of relief, then stood not far away from the house and continued to guard.

Just as they relaxed their vigilance and no longer cared about the people in the house, the rear window of the dilapidated wing room was slightly opened, and a black shadow slid out of it, quietly drilling into the coral garden in the backyard.

His movements were so fast that it was like a cold autumn wind that drifted into the mansion without a trace.

In the southwest of the Protectorate, Deng Qing looked drunk, but in fact she was extremely sober. He pretended to be confused and wanted to invite Shao Yan into the house with him, but his heart was obvious.

The girl beside him refused calmly and said, "General, it's too late, you'd better take a break earlier. I won't disturb you."

Deng Qing held her wrist and refused to let go, nor gave up: "If you were with me, it wouldn't be disturbed. Miss Shao Yan, go to my room and play a game of chess with me?"

The girl looked at him softly and pitifully, and her voice was as gentle as a yellow oriole in the mountains: "General... I am not feeling well and I am really tired. You don't want the autumn banquet four days later... I can't dance due to illness, right?"

She used this as a warning to Deng Qing a little sober.

The tall and mighty young general showed a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, but soon he convinced himself, thinking to himself: Life is still long, as long as Shao Yan is in the mansion, he will be his belonging one day.

After a moment of stagnation, he raised his eyebrows and let go of the girl's hand.

The girl in front of her breathed a little relieved, looking at Deng Qing with her eyes, still looking at her with mercy, and the spring waves continued.

Deng Qing was stunned, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, paying attention to the girl's reluctant expression, and always felt that she had subdued the beauty, so she pretended to be careless and indifferent, turned around and entered the room, and closed the door quickly.

The moment the door closed, the disgust in Shao Yan's eyes immediately emerged, and he turned around and left without any slightest thought.

Deng Qing pity her and liked her even more, so she placed an extremely luxurious small building pavilion for her as her rest room.

Like Shao Qian, four or five elite soldiers from Deng's mansion were guarded in front of this small building pavilion.

Shao Yan walked gracefully and had a slim figure. Before entering the pavilion, he was still glaring at the guards in front of the pavilion, which suddenly softened their hearts.

At a glance, the elite guards held their breath. When she smiled, the elite guards were so enchanted.

Shao Yan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, please protect my safety. I'm here to thank you all the soldiers."

The guards had a disordered heartbeat, their faces were covered with clouds, and they replied shyly: "You don't have to be polite girl... We have also been ordered by the general."

Shao Yan took a step forward, swept over the MuLeng Army's hands unintentionally, took out a few cloth bags from his arms, slammed the weight, and stuffed it into their hands, and said softly: "My gentlemen, I have some gold jewelry, I want to reward you. Thank you so much."

The Junhan, who took over the cloth bag, was about to refuse, but he saw Shao Yan's weak and boneless knuckles scratching his heart and stuffing the cloth bag back.

The bones of the teased Jun Han were soft and he would not refuse. He scratched his head and said silly: "Then I would like to thank the girl for the reward."

Shao Yan bowed gently, twisted his soft waist and went into the pavilion.

The reason why she rewarded these military men was nothing more than to win over them, so that someone could help me when the batch of goods entered the mansion in the future.

These people are all the powerful confidants around Deng Qing.

Shao Yan was lowering her head and thinking about how to hide the military needs. As soon as she closed the door, a pair of long arms wrapped around her waist behind her.

She was shocked and was about to scream when a cold jade bone hand covered her lips.

The familiar fragrance on the slender knuckles gradually calmed down Shao Yan.

The man was covered in alcohol and pressed her against the brick wall in the house, gasping in a low voice.

The pavilion was dim and the lights were not lit. Shao Yan met the man's clear and cold eyes and felt a little shocked.

"Erlang..." she called softly.

At this moment, in the closed room, there were only the two of them, Jiang Chengjia finally took off his vigilance and no longer regarded himself as Shao Yan.

"How did you know...I live here? How did you sneak in with so many guards in front of the door?" She asked several questions in succession as soon as she opened her mouth.

But when he met the husband in front of him, he smiled coldly and said, "You are by Deng Qing's side today, as if you are very happy... Where can I pay attention to me? Of course, I don't know when I started to come here with you."

Jiang Chengjia was stunned, noticed the confusion in his eyes, and said in his heart, "Are you? Are you drunk?"

Although she rarely saw Ning Nanyou drinking, she never saw him getting drunk any time. So she thought to herself: I don’t know how many years the wine in Deng Qing’s house has made Ning Nanyou a little drunk?

She was thinking thoughtfully, but she heard the gentleman who was pressing her and said softly: "It's not like getting drunk."

He suddenly let go of her, staggered back a few steps until he stepped back to the windowsill and stopped.

Jiang Chengjia blinked, followed him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The husband looked at her with resentful eyes and said sourly: "Do you know what's wrong with me? You are being hugged by Deng Qing, have you ever thought about me?"

Jiang Chengjia was so amused and laughed: "But I was... playing around with a show, don't you know?"

He only sighed slightly, and was upset and angry: "If I had known this, I would not have used your identity to enter the Deng Mansion. Why did you let me appear as... Shao Qian? If so, as Ning Jiu's identity... I would still make Deng Qing feel afraid and dare not touch you."

Seeing him talking nonsense, the beauty in front of the window laughed, walked over, grabbed his hands and said, "What? Is it so unwilling to be my brother once?"

Ning Nanyou raised the handsome cheek that had been disguised and looked up at her. He couldn't help but feel sour in his heart: "I can't tolerate others' ideas about you."

The husband's eyebrows and eyes reflected in the moonlight were particularly beautiful, which made Jiang Chengjia very moved.

She stepped forward, held his waist on his own initiative, and pressed her body on her back and said, "Silly, what are you jealous here?"

Ning Nanyou raised his lips and snuggled in her arms like a child, saying aggrievedly: "But if you don't even look at me today, it makes me feel really nervous."

His voice was low and full of sadness, which made Jiang Chengjia feel loving.

The girl hugged him tightly and comforted her softly: "My husband, remember, you are the only one in my heart, and others can't see me. But today, if I care too much about you at the banquet... wouldn't it make Deng Qing suspicious?"

Ning Nanyou knew the truth, but still felt bored. When he remembered Deng Qing hugging the girl, he couldn't suppress his anger.

He was a little irritated, turned around and pressed the girl against the wall, stretched her thin lips, and gave her a possessive and lingering kiss.

She couldn't breathe after being kissed, and she hummed twice and then softened into his arms.

The husband gasped, and the Adam's apple rolled between his neck, and the curved lips stained with moonlight relaxed. He bent and leaned against the corner of the wall, one long legs stretched out, the other was bent and erect, hugging the girl's small shoulder, and asked gently, "Today, you introduced to Deng Qing that I am your brother, but what's the purpose?"

Jiang Chengjia snuggled in his arms and replied, "It doesn't have any unique intentions. I just think it's wrong to know Deng Qing with Ning Jiu. I also remembered this morning. Erlang, you think, you are familiar with Ning Jiu. If Deng Qing becomes suspicious, it will be bad if Ning Jiu finds you."

She was indeed reasonable. Now everyone knows that the head of Ye Kong Pavilion, Mr. Ning Jiu, is familiar with Ning Nanyou, and if you are not careful, you will indeed be exposed to the danger of this trip.

Jiang Chengjia shook his cold hands and said softly: "As far as I see, although Deng Qing holds your portrait in her hand, she doesn't seem to know your identity. From this point of view, although Zhou Yuanmo drew your portrait to remind Deng Qing, she did not reveal your identity. Fortunately, you and Deng Qing had never met before, so he didn't know that you were the Marquis of Huaiyin."

The husband lowered his head, frowned, and was a little discouraged: "Even though he did not reveal my identity in front of Deng Qing, as long as Deng Qing was willing to send someone to the Central Plains to investigate, he would soon know my identity."

Jiang Chengjia comforted him and said, "Don't worry, there are also connections from Shui Pavilion in the north, and with your staff, even if Deng Qing sends people to leave the county to investigate, he will know quickly. Just think of a countermeasure before that. But now, there is another more important thing that we need to investigate."

Her eyes tightened slightly and she said seriously.

The husband turned his head and looked at her, and then he knew what she was thinking: "Why did Zhou Yuanmo leave a portrait here in Deng Qing four years ago? Why did Deng Qing suddenly take out this portrait after four years and search for my traces in the city? Are you trying to say this, right?"

The girl nodded obediently, looked at his plain eyes, and said in confusion: "Do you already have some eyebrows?"
Chapter completed!