The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

As Qing Ming spoke, he took out a scroll from his arms, walked to the table and spread it out.

In the painting, a young gentleman is very heroic and handsome. She is wearing a blue shirt, which is like rippling blue waves, showing both freshness and elegance. The texture of the blue shirt seems light, but it reveals a hint of coolness, as if you can feel her freshness and tranquility through the picture.

She has a slim figure, and this blue shirt makes her look even more heroic. She wears a belt of the same color around her waist, which not only adds a sense of layering to the overall look, but also highlights her graceful figure.

In the painting, his facial expression is calm and firm, and his eyes reveal a calm and confident look. Her hair is tied up high, with a few strands of hair falling in front of her forehead, adding a bit of softness to her male-wearing image. Her posture is upright, as if she is a scholar, with both bookish and heroic spirit.

Overall, the girl in the painting is fresh and elegant, heroic yet feminine. Every detail of her has been carefully depicted.

"Why does he look so familiar?" Yan Lingxiao felt that he was very familiar with this person. He thought about him for a long time but couldn't think of where he had seen him before. It seemed that when he was about to catch him, the person slipped away from his mind.

Hearing his master say that he looked familiar, Qingming asked: "Your Majesty, have you seen this person?"

"No!" He was sure he had never seen this person before, so he didn't know where the familiar feeling came from.

"Have you found out the identity of this person?"

"I am incompetent and cannot find out the identity of this person." He paused before speaking out his guess. "It seems that there is no such person in the capital. Your Majesty, should we use the power of Longmen Valley to investigate?"

"No need. Since we can't find anything, this person must have come prepared." Yan Lingxiao heard that he was not from the capital, so he wondered who he was. He could only give up for now. As long as he was not bought by someone in the court, it would be fine.

As for Feng Yanan, he asked the nanny to send someone back to the general's mansion to inform her during dinner that she would stay in the other courtyard tonight, so that the general would not have to worry.

After the group had eaten and drunk their fill, it was already pitch dark. Feng Yanan told them that they had a mission in the second half of the night, so she sent them to rest first. The group went back to their rooms to rest without hesitation. When the nanny heard that the three of them were the ones who were doing important things for the young lady, she arranged them in the room closest to Feng Yanan. This way, Feng Yanan would not have to go too far to find them when she had something to do. This nanny Hu was really thoughtful.

The night was dim and everything was silent, with only the distant crickets and nearby leaves whispering in my ears. It was past midnight, and it was the dead of night. Feng Yanan stood in front of her window, took a deep breath of the cool air, and felt a chill invading her skin through the gaps in her nightgown.

She was going to the inn to pick up the man with a broken leg tonight. She gently pulled the collar of her nightgown to make sure she could move freely in the dark without exposing her identity.

She flew past the window frame at an extremely fast speed, tapped her toes lightly on the windowsill, then jumped up and disappeared into the deep darkness.

Her figure loomed in the night, like a mysterious ghost, shuttling through the darkness. Her movements were smooth and agile, as if she had merged with the night, moving silently through the night.

Her long hair fluttered in the night wind, like a black waterfall flowing in the night sky. Her face looked even more beautiful and refined under the moonlight, and her bright eyes flashed with a firm light, as if two bright stars were guiding her direction in the darkness.

Finally, she arrived at the back door of the inn. Feng Yanan took a deep breath, opened her eyes, avoided the guards, pushed open the door, and quietly entered. She quickly glanced around to make sure no one noticed her arrival. Then, she walked upstairs, each step light and silent.

When I arrived at the door of the room, I heard the conversation between the two. "A bearded man complained: "Boss, do you think this guy is fooling us? We have been waiting for so long and he hasn't come yet." The other skinny man was also not calm. He comforted himself: "It's impossible. Wait a little longer, maybe he was delayed on the way."

Li Jianfei, who was lying on the bed, also thought he was fooled. He smiled bitterly. He believed what others said. He was too eager to recover. He actually put his hope on others. Just as he was thinking this, there was a knock on the door.

Feng Yanan knocked on the door gently. There was a faint echo from inside the door, and she pushed the door open and walked in. The three men in the room were all stunned. Obviously, they didn't expect Feng Yanan to come at this time. Li Jianfei lay on the bed with a pale face, and the bandage on his right leg was particularly eye-catching. Seeing Feng Yanan coming, his eyes flashed with gratitude and relief.

Feng Yanan said nothing more. She walked to the bedside, leaned over, and whispered, "I'll pick you up." Then, she took out the banknotes and handed them to the two men. Then, she carefully helped the man up and carried him on her back. Although the man's body was weak, it was extremely heavy. Feng Yanan gritted her teeth, carried him steadily, and walked out of the room.