Exile is exile, is half of the capital enough as compensation?

Only then did he remember that he was still wearing underwear.

After glancing towards the southwest corner, I wanted to ask if I should have someone quietly prepare some bedding or something.

After thinking about it, they have enough food, so they probably don't need bedding and other things.

Brushed....

Forget it, everyone has left, and I can’t see him showing off anymore.

He huddled up and jumped onto the bed.

It’s cold. Really fucking cold.

Perhaps it was too cold, he didn't notice that the unconscious woman couldn't help shivering the moment he got into her arms.

Talk about the other side.

Leng Youran and her men entered Nanyuan quietly.

Nanyuan was just as she had seen through her spiritual power, clean and bright. Even in the dark, there were still several palace lanterns lit on the corridors.

"Madam, are we really going to live here?" Li San asked.

He couldn't understand why his wife came here when they had already bought a house here.

Leng Youran shook his head, "It's not us, it's me, you guys go back!"

Li San was puzzled, but when he met her determined gaze, he nodded and disappeared into the night with the group.

After they left, Leng Youran found a room to rest.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly opened her eyes.

He took his coat from the hanger next to him, put it on and went out.

She hid her figure and followed the black shadow out of the house silently.

The man in black took her around the capital and finally landed at the back door of a mansion.

Leng Youran looked up at the plaque hanging above the back door of the mansion, raised his eyebrows slightly, and without pausing for long, followed the pace of the man in black.

"is that true?"

"Yes, I heard it myself. However, I was drugged and unconscious for a moment. I didn't see the person's face clearly. I only knew that she was a woman."

The man at the top couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard her words, "Chinese medicine? How do you know that?"

"Well, I don't know why."

She had clearly developed a physique that was immune to all poisons, but for some reason she suddenly fell into a coma this time.

Although the time was very short, she was very sure that after this incident, she would no longer be immune to all poisons.

The man at the top held his forehead with his hand, and when he took away the big palm, his big forehead was exposed.

Leng Youran hid on the roof and saw the man's face clearly.

Zhao Tongqi

Just like the portraits she had seen.

I have to say that the ancients were really good at painting.

The big mole on the left side of Zhao Tongqi's face was painted vividly. To be honest, even without his iconic big forehead, she would be able to recognize him if she saw him outside just by the mole on his face.

However, she lowered her head and looked at the woman in the room.

This person is immune to all poisons?

Are there really such strange people in the world?

Perhaps because he was too curious, Leng Youran couldn't help but stare at the woman for a long time.

The woman below suddenly raised her head as if she sensed something and asked, "Master, why is your roof broken?"

When Zhao Tongqi heard this, he suddenly raised his head.

When he saw that there was indeed a tile missing above their heads, his expression changed.

He was very sure that the houses here were inspected every day, and there had been no strong winds or heavy rains in recent days, so there was no possibility of missing tiles.

His eyes rolled, and the sinister expression on his face faded. He smiled and said to the woman kneeling on one knee below: "It's okay, it must be broken. I will have someone repair it tomorrow. You go back first! Don't let anyone discover your identity."

When the woman heard what he said, she clasped her fists and disappeared from Zhao's house.

As soon as the woman left, Zhao Tongqi flew onto the roof.

He searched the roof but found nothing.

He squatted down and carefully checked the place where the tiles were missing.

Very clean.

Not to mention the footprints, even the tiles that were originally missing were gone.

It's as if this place has always been like this.

He waved towards the darkness without giving up, and soon a group of people appeared around him.

"master."

"Did you find anything unusual?"

"My Lord, no."

Zhao Tongqi frowned.

No?

How can it be?

He really remembered it clearly. He checked today and found that there were no missing tiles above the study.

Can....

He glanced at the dozens of people around him.

If someone really had been here, it would have been impossible for so many people guarding it not to have discovered it.

He straightened his hands, motioned them to go down, and stood alone on the roof for a long time.

I couldn't help but doubt myself.

Could it be that this place has always looked like this?

Could it be that there is something wrong with my memory?

I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

When he was about to fly down, his sight swept towards the direction of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

I couldn't help but stop and take a look.

The lights were on there, especially the one the person just mentioned.

Southwest corner direction.

Although there was no change there as before, he felt a little uneasy.

Who would live there?

He's a close personal friend of the Ninth Prince...

still....

For some reason, he always felt that the people living there had a great relationship with him.

This idea is very strong.

There was a feeling of pressure squeezing his heart.

He placed his hand on his heart and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a hint of ruthlessness in them.

Even the gazes towards the Ninth Prince's Mansion were as if spitting out a poisonous snake.

He turned around and disappeared into the night.

Leng Youran, who was hiding in the space, stared at his departing back, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then flashed out of the space and followed Zhao Tongqi's pace.

Leng Youran followed closely, and after noticing where he was going, she smiled silently.

Zhao Tongqi, who was not far away from her, had no idea that there was someone following him.

Taking advantage of the night, he avoided the palace guards and easily arrived at the palace where the empress dowager was.

"Who?" Zhao Tongqi climbed in through the window, making a loud noise that woke up the sleeping woman.

"I."

When Empress Dowager Xihu heard his voice, she immediately turned over from the bed. When she saw Zhao Tongqi standing in front of her bed, a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.

She tucked in the corner of the quilt she had pulled over and slightly pulled the curtains beside her to ensure he wouldn't notice what was happening on the bed before she spoke: "Brother, why did you come to the palace so late at night?"

Zhao Tongqi didn't say anything, but glanced in the direction behind her, with a look of understanding in his eyes.

He turned his head away and said, "Be careful these days. I received news that a group of strangers have entered the city."

"Stranger? Who?"

"I don't know. I only know that the person who came has a close relationship with the Ninth Prince." Doesn't it count as a close relationship if they even stayed in his house?

Queen Mother Xihu gently tossed back the scattered hair on her chest, a sneer on her lips. "Heh... Ninth Prince? Someone who willingly accepted the title of Prince Xian just to survive, dares to have other thoughts?"

The title of "Idle King" is not nice. To put it nicely, he is a prince, but to put it bluntly, he is an idler.