Ning Nanyou didn't explain anything, rubbed her head and said gently: "I'm not angry, I just suddenly had a palpitations. Don't make random guesses. OK, Dong Daofu probably is waiting outside and is anxious. Let's leave the house soon."

Seeing that he felt relieved and gradually returned to normal, Jiang Chengjia breathed a sigh of relief.

So, the two of them turned around and walked towards the stone path, pretended to behave their expressions, and immediately changed, and restrained themselves with Shao Qian and Shao Yan's identity.

The two kept a certain distance.

When he left the house today, Shao Qian was still wearing a long hat covering his face. He always felt that everything would end from the beginning. Even though the situation was urgent last night, he had already exposed his face in front of everyone, and now he would continue to cover his face.

Dong Daofu is very quick and cautious.

When Shao Qian turned into a black-clad guest visiting Qinglu, although it was because he showed the short blade he carried with him that Dong Daof was shocked to realize that he was a masked man who fled from Dong Daof that night with soldiers in the city with portraits. But Shao Qian was sure that even if Dong Daof saw the short blade in his hand, he did not immediately confirm his identity. This person clearly confirmed his identity through his eyes.

Shao Qian's eyes were indeed very recognizable, and even if they were disguised, they could not be changed. He heard from Shao Yan that Zhou Yuanmo's painting of Deng Qing was so vivid that it was easy for people to leave an impression. All the inferences made Shao Qian convinced that Dong Daofu might have remembered his eyes.

Even though last night, Dong Daof saw the mask under his hat, Shao Qian had never looked at him, always lowering his eyes. Because the fire in the courtyard of the guest house was not very clear, he avoided the risk of being discovered.

In short, no matter whether Dong Daofu remembers his eyes or not, he must avoid risks and must not let Shao Yan fall into danger with him.

As soon as they walked to the door of the mansion, they heard Dong Daofu say in a cold voice impatiently: "Young Master Shao and Miss Shao are really slow. Get on the bus quickly. The lord is waiting in the Protectorate's Mansion."

A simple ox cart was parked in the blue brick alley in front of the guest house. The curtain tents around it were ragged, not like it was used to pick up guests, but like it was used to escort criminals.

Shao Qian glanced over Dong Daofu's face expressionlessly, and then walked straight towards the ox cart.

Shao Yan twisted his waist and was about to follow him, but he heard a horse's neighing from the entrance of the alley.

Deng Qing, who originally didn't plan to come to the guest house, appeared in front of the alley for some reason, now, holding the reins in his hand, wearing armor, straightening his back, looking here.

Shao Qian had already gotten on the ox cart and leaned over to see the situation outside through the hole in the curtain.

Deng Qing shouted to Shao Yan: "Miss Shao Yan. I will pick you up to the Protectorate Mansion in person, come to mine."

Shao Qian's heart was inexplicably shocked, and he lifted the curtain quickly and looked at Shao Yan outside the ox cart.

The graceful girl outside did not look at him, but looked at the husband and horse at the entrance of the alley.

Before he could call her, he heard Shao Yan answer lightly: "Even if the general of the Protector is kind, how could Shao Yan refuse?"

The girl was graceful and charmingly walking towards the entrance of the alley.

Shao Qian wanted to call her, but he missed the opportunity and the girl had already left.

At the entrance of the alley, the sun shone down on the man who was riding on the horse. His body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, which highlighted his handsome figure.

He smiled and bent down at the beautiful girl, stretched out a slender hand to greet her.

Shao Yan was shy and hesitant, and then put his hand on his white jade fingers.

The young man sitting on the horse, with a slight force on his arm, pulled the girl onto the horse. His light clothes passed through the air, and the girl's slim figure turned into a beautiful landscape. In a blink of an eye, she fell into the young man's arms and was firmly surrounded by his arms.

This scene is exactly the same as what he saw in his dream.

Shao Qian's heartbeats, and as he watched Deng Qing leave with Shao Yan holding her whip and whip, the panic that was suppressed in his heart rose again.

He thought to himself: How could Deng Qing suddenly come to the guest house to pick up people? Why is this scene so similar to what he saw in his dream? Even his expression, tone, and posture of whipping and driving a horse are the same! How could this happen?

Dong Daofu stopped in the alley. Seeing that Shao Qian had been pulling the curtains and refused to put them down, he shook his eyebrows and said coldly: "Young Master Shao, please sit down. Your sister has left with our general, and you and I don't have to stop for a long time."

Shao Qian lowered his eyes, retreated into the ox cart, and lowered the curtain.

Along the way, he felt uneasy and kept sweating behind him. He didn't care about the nightmare he had, and thought it was just a dream. As long as he was careful everywhere, things in the dream would not happen.

But now, Shao Qian hesitated a little.

The crimson-red long skirt that Shao Yan wore today was nothing like the one in his dream. Then Deng Qing came here with his horse and personally... All of this made him feel that the nightmare he had was becoming a reality and slowly began to happen in front of him.

The carriage walked slowly and walked for a full stick of incense before reaching the Protectorate.

When Dong Daofu called him, Shao Qian suddenly woke up from his thoughts.

He lifted the curtain of the ox cart and slowly got off the horse.

The two guards immediately stepped forward to support him.

Shao Qian frowned and looked at Dong Daofu. His face was not good under the long scarf of the curtain: "Mr. Dong, what are you doing?"

Dong Daofu glanced at him and said contemptuously: "General Protector still remembers the injuries on Mr. Shao, and ordered me to find two guards who are good at kung fu to serve and protect the master."

Shao Qian broke free from the two guards, took care of the messed-up sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "Although I was injured, fortunately I was only injured by flesh and blood, and did not hurt the inside, so I could stand here alive at this moment. The Protector General was kind to him, but these two guards were really unnecessary."

Dong Daofu snorted coldly, "Young Master Shao, please accept it with peace of mind. I dare not refute the idea of ​​the general of the throne."

After the words were finished, the man turned around impatiently, and even shook his sleeves and left alone.

Shao Qian was placed in front of the Protectorate again, the same as the scene when he first came here.

He raised his eyebrows and sneered, paused for a moment, and said politely to the two guards beside him: "Please take care of me, two adults."

The servant who was waiting in front of the door led him into the mansion.

However, this time the servant who led the way did not take him to the original dilapidated wing room, but led him to the living room.

Bai Weimian and Qian Hui had already sat in the hall waiting for him. Deng Qing's other confidant An Fuman also sat on the table. Qian Hui was sitting in the front seat at this moment, staring at him meticulously, with a serious expression and even a hint of nervousness.

Seeing this, Shao Qian naturally had a guess. Could it be that Deng Qing had to try three people to try him?

But when he entered the mansion and bowed to the three of them, Qian Hui's first words were: "Young Master Shao, today we three sat here, on the order of the General of the Protector, to negotiate with you about the raw materials of armor."

Qian Hui is the highest-level officer among the three, so he naturally has to talk about this matter first.

After hearing this, Shao Qian relaxed his tense expression.

He asked in discomfortably: "Isn't the Protector General...Isn't he willing to do this business with me anymore?"

Qian Hui replied: "Young Master Shao, the general of the Protectorate, he felt guilty. He misunderstood you and Miss Shao Yan a few days ago, and it also caused you to be injured. He was really sorry, so he wanted to buy the iron and black silk in your hand to compensate."

But Shao Qian fell silent.

The man whose face was covered by a long hat stood in front of the hall and was silent for a while.

Bai Weimeng and An Fuman looked at him with a strange look.

Qian Hui cleared his throat and said solemnly: "Don't Mr. Shao?" The batch of iron and black silk in your hand is an item restricted by the government. If you didn't sell it to us, there would never be a second person in the north who would ask for the goods in your hand."

Shao Qian still said nothing.

Bai Weimeng couldn't hold back his anger: "What does Mr. Shao mean to keep silent? Are you dissatisfied with the three of us coming to talk to you about this?"

An Fuman wrapped his arms around his chest, and his face was also a little bad.

Qian Hui pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact he kept fiddling in his heart, and he didn't dare to let go with a breath.

Shao Qian was silent for a while before he turned around and said: "The hundred people are misunderstandings. I am not dissatisfied with them. I just feel that it is a great honor to be able to discuss this business with the General Protector again. I was a little excited just now."

Bai Weimeng's face improved a little.

An Fuman interrupted at this moment, "Since Mr. Shao feels that this is an honor, he should be a little sincere. The business talk has come here. Can't the hat you are wearing on your head be uncovered?"

Shao Qian curled his lips.

Qian Hui's heart trembled.

The young man with a long and handsome body in the hall responded softly: "Since the three adults are sincere, I naturally have to treat each other with courtesy."

Shao Qian slowly stretched out his hand, not taking off the hat, but just lifted the veil hanging down in front of him, revealing his true face to the three people in the hall.

An Fuman and Bai Weimeng looked carefully, looked left and then, feeling nothing unusual, then snorted coldly and withdrew their gaze.

Seeing that the two of them did not continue to speak, Qian Hui immediately continued, "Since that's the case, it's not advisable. Mr. Shao, after you have some rest in the mansion, we will go to count the quantity of raw materials and register it into the warehouse this afternoon."

Shao Qian naturally had nothing to say. I think Qian Hui must have made arrangements before he dared to say so.

Only half of the boxes had two layers of raw materials. The first layer was iron black silk, and the second layer was the material and military supplies this time.

As for the other half of the boxes, they are the remaining military supplies.
Chapter completed!