There's something wrong with the general.

The man knelt on one knee, clasped his hands together and said, "General, based on the dagger used to assassinate the Marquis, I have traced it to a blacksmith on South Street in the capital."

Wen Qianyi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickering slightly: "Oh, tell me in detail."

"The blacksmith's name was Zheng Zhong, also known as Zheng Lao Er. He was well-known in the South Street area for his fine craftsmanship. But for unknown reasons, Zheng Zhong sold his shop three months ago. According to the person who bought his shop, he went back to his hometown to attend a funeral. He left in such a hurry that he left many things behind."

"He's the only one in the iron shop?"

"It was just him. I heard that he loved listening to stories and often went to the teahouse alone to listen to them. But what's a little strange is that after Zheng Laoer left, the storyteller also disappeared."

"Why is this?"

"The storyteller became seriously ill three months ago, so he resigned from his job and returned to his hometown."

Wen Qianyi nodded and asked, "Are these two people related? Do you know where their hometowns are?"

"I have sent people to investigate, but no news has come back yet."

"Okay, report any news promptly."

"Yes, General."

The man turned around and jumped out of the window again, disappearing into the darkness.

It was his negligence that he thought the person behind the scenes would not act rashly.

Wen Qianyi sat quietly, like a stone statue.

His entire face was hidden behind the dim candlelight, and his eyes seemed to be flickering with a flickering fire.

After tossing and turning all night, he was exhausted.

Seeing that the sky outside the window was getting a little brighter, he sat on the edge of the bed, supporting his chin with his hands and closed his eyes for a while.

Unexpectedly, he fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, it was already dawn.

The sunlight streamed in through the window lattice, bright and dazzling. Although it was almost August and the nights were cool, the sunlight was still very strong during the day.

However, the autumn breeze brings a bit of coolness to my face.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling. Wen Qianyi raised his hand to support his forehead and looked out the window with his eyes slightly squinted.

Someone opened the window.

Wen Qianyi sat up and realized that he had fallen asleep in front of the bed without knowing when.

The clothes on his shoulders slipped off. Who covered him with a robe?

How could you be so soundly asleep? You didn't hear any of this.

Wen Qianyi grabbed a corner of his clothes and pulled it off his body.

This is...Xier's clothes.

how come?

Is he...awake?

Wen Qianyi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the bed.

Sure enough, there was no one on the bed.

A sense of joy welled up in his heart, and he supported himself on the bed, preparing to stand up.

Unexpectedly, after sitting for too long, my hands and feet became numb and I couldn't help but fall to one side.

Wen Qianyi couldn't help but secretly mock himself in his heart, thinking that too much joy would lead to sorrow.

But he didn't want to fall straight down and hit his face on the ground, so at the moment of falling, he quickly turned his head away.

Unexpectedly, the expected pain did not occur.

With a "snap", Wen Yuxi grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms.

This embrace was as warm as before, and he couldn't help but indulge in it. He wrapped his arms around his waist and abdomen, tightening them again and again.

"Ahem, brother, I can't breathe."

Wen Yuxi patted his shoulder and took a deep breath.

His hands gradually loosened, and Wen Qianyi slowly withdrew from his arms.

Something seemed to be surging in his eyes, but he hid it beneath his eyelids. His face was replaced with a sad expression, and he seemed to be complaining: "It's so dangerous, and you didn't leave anyone to guard the room."

Wen Yuxi has now recovered to full health, and he shook his head nonchalantly.

"The enemy is in the dark, and I am in the light. So I have to reveal some flaws so that I can hit them with one strike."

Wen Qianyi frowned slightly and disagreed, "But using yourself as bait is too risky."

"Okay, okay, I won't do it again next time." Wen Yuxi begged for mercy because he had worked so hard to take care of her all night.

"Xi'er, do you still want to have a next time?"

Wen Qianyi interrupted him coldly, his fingers trembling slightly under his clothes, as if telling of his owner's restlessness.

"This is just the first time, never again."

Wen Yuxi gave repeated assurances, even guaranteeing it with his personal integrity.

Wen Qianyi glanced at his clothes, which were slightly wrinkled from sleeping on his stomach, and said, "You go out first. I need to change."

So the matter was dropped.

While he was changing clothes and washing up, Wen Yuxi asked the maids to prepare some food and put it on the stone table in the courtyard.

They are all light meals and stomach-warming bird's nest porridge.

He sat at the table bored, not very politely, tapping the rice bowl with his chopsticks.

His eyes stared blankly at the bottom of the bowl.

I don’t know where my mind has flown to.

After Wen Qianyi finished washing up and pushed open the door, he saw that he looked absent-minded.

The door opened with a loud creaking sound.

Still couldn't pull his thoughts back from their distant journey.

Wen Qianyi pulled out a chair and sat down, then suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about? Why are you so engrossed?"

Wen Yuxi was obviously stunned, and looked at him slowly, and then, her eyes did not move at all.

Look at him intently.

Even holding my breath involuntarily.

Wen Qianyi paused, gently stroked his clothes with his fingers, and looked down: "But what's wrong?"

Wen Yuxi shook his head firmly: "Of course not."

"Then why are you staring at me?"

Wen Qianyi leaned lazily in his chair, his tone interrogating, as if he would not give up until he told the truth.

But he looked extremely relaxed, as if he was just joking with Wen Yuxi.

Wen Yuxi leaned forward slightly, raised her chin slightly, and it was hard to tell whether her tone was sour or something else.

"Although I have never met Wei Jie and Pan An, I imagine they are not even one ten-thousandth as good as you. If you were a woman, even Bao Si would have to step aside."

Wen Qianyi sneered: "Really? Didn't you say Gan before..."

He seemed to feel that there was something wrong with what he said, so he stopped talking in time.

"What? Gan what?"

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but become curious. How come this Gan sounded like a beauty?

Wen Qianyi said calmly: "Nothing, let's eat."

"Oh."

He picked up the chopsticks and started eating very obediently.

After taking two bites, he suddenly stopped, rolled his eyes, and calmly said tentatively, "Yesterday, the owner of Jinxiufang sent someone to deliver two pieces of clothing. I heard that you asked him to make them, big brother."

Wen Qianyi lowered his eyes and ate quietly: "Yeah."

"I have enough clothes to wear. You should worry more about yourself from now on."

"Ah."

"I hadn't even tried on the clothes yet, and then something like that happened yesterday."

"Do you still like it?"

Wen Qianyi raised his head and asked casually.

Wen Yuxi's eyelids twitched, and he laughed it off, "I like it very much. I like everything that big brother picks."

Wen Qianyi raised his eyebrows and smiled, which made Wen Yuxi feel uneasy.

Poor God see.

When I returned to my residence yesterday, I didn't really look at the clothes, so I have no idea whether I like them or not.

I originally wanted to trick him, but why do I feel like I've been led astray?

So, what happened?