The first top lady

Shen Yang stood on the balcony of a villa opposite Song Yixuan's house, looking at Song Yixuan who was busy cleaning up the mess in the room, and asked Fen Sa beside him: "You spent so much effort in the past few days collecting these things, just to let her learn to identify calligraphy and paintings?"

"She could just leave it alone before, but it's different this time. The painting is confidential, and she has to judge and identify it herself." Fen Sa threw her cloak behind her, put her hands on her waist, and sighed, "It's always good to master one more skill. Didn't you say she will use it in the future?"

It turned out that he collected a bunch of counterfeits that were so real that they could be mistaken for the real ones just to force Song Yixuan to learn how to "appraise treasures."

Shen Yang was wearing a light grey suit, the slim fit perfectly outlining his tall and slender figure. He exuded an otherworldly, celestial temperament. He chuckled and said, "The divination I made casually may not be accurate."

"You also make mistakes sometimes?" Fen Sa knew Shen Yang's ability well. "It's okay. It's better to be prepared!"

It's never a bad thing for anyone to master one more skill.

Unlike Song Yixuan who was extremely anxious in the room, the "culprits" Fen Sa and Shen Yang were calm and composed.

Yan An.

Bu Suifeng did not stay in Linhang for long. Because of his concern, he rushed to Yan Anbo's house overnight.

After not returning for two nights, the Bo family seemed even more deserted.

He did not choose to enter through the main gate, but instead quickly climbed over the wall and landed silently in the yard. He then climbed up to the balcony of Bo Yanzhen's room with ease using his agility.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a thin veil swayed gently in the night breeze, and the soft and bright moonlight fell into the room like water, illuminating everything.

Bu Suifeng stood quietly on the balcony, his eyes passing through the thin gauze curtain, staring at Bo Yanzhen who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

She was lying there quietly, her long, shiny black hair cascading down on the pillow like a waterfall, and her slightly furrowed brows revealed that she was not sleeping peacefully at the moment.

Bu Suifeng couldn't help but feel pity for her, but he still resisted the urge to push the door open or even hold her in his arms to comfort her.

He recalled what Song Yixuan said last night. Perhaps his worries were unnecessary and he should have a good talk with Bo Yanzhen. As a result, his worries gradually dissipated and he made up his mind to atone for his sins and give Bo Yanzhen all the happiness.

Just when he decided to stay, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be movement in the yard. The rustling sound was very small, but it could not escape his ears.

Someone sneaked into the Bo family.

Moreover, he must be a person with good skills.

He quickly squatted down to avoid being discovered by the man, then stared at the figure and followed quietly.

The thief seemed to be heading for the collection room.

Until Bu Suifeng saw the figure really flash into the collection room at the end of the second floor.

It seems that he came here for that painting.

Bu Suifeng had already dismantled the mechanism in the collection room, and Bo Yanzhen was in a low mood and had no mood to take care of it. So after the thief entered, there was no movement in the room.

Sure enough, the foreign undercover agent could no longer sit still.

Song Bingxian's original intention was to sit back and wait for the fish to take the bait.

So Bu Suifeng followed him into the collection room and started fighting with the thief.

"Female?" Bu Suifeng's eyes flashed with suspicion, "Who is it?"

This undercover agent was quite skilled and was able to fight him back and forth.

Moreover, she is a female undercover agent.

"You can sense my movements and you are quite skilled." An emotionless and cold voice sounded in the darkness.

Bu Suifeng could vaguely see a tall and thin figure through the faint light coming in through the window. Judging from the tone of the person on the other side, she should be an "undercover" with a certain rank.

The bookshelves on both sides suddenly fell down between the two of them, and many calligraphy and paintings and antiques fell to the ground and quickly scattered.

The thief immediately turned around and escaped through the window without hesitation during the chaos.

Seeing this, Bu Suifeng hurriedly chased after him.

So the two of them started fighting in the yard again.

"Which country's spy are you from?" Bu Suifeng just said it, but felt it was not accurate, so he added: "Or, you were sent by Pei Yongzhang."

"Are foreigners necessarily spies?" She was wearing a black scarf, so her face couldn't be seen at all. Only her brows and eyes were exposed, and they were cold. "But I'm definitely not sent by Zhang."

Bu Suifeng said slowly, "Oh, it turns out he was just a thief."

thief?

She seemed to be very concerned about this word. A fierce look flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Bu Suifeng fiercely with a deep and cold gaze and said, "Yes!"

Bu Suifeng didn't want to waste time on a "thief", so he turned aside and said, "There's nothing you want here. Let's go before daybreak."

"But..." The corners of the thief's mouth under the veil gradually rose, with a malicious smile. He slowly took two steps forward, and when Bu Suifeng was relaxed, he suddenly raised his right hand and sprinkled a handful of white flour-like powder at Bu Suifeng.

Bu Suifeng didn't have time to defend himself and fell to the ground in a breath.

He was drugged.

The thief stared down at the unconscious Bu Suifeng, curled his invisible lips, and sneered, "A thief never leaves empty-handed!"

She is indeed a "thief"!

And he is the most qualified "thief" in the world.

Then she carried Bu Suifeng on her shoulders and took him away.