On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

"What nonsense are you talking about? I rented this house for you. Just don't tell Miss Mingyue that I paid for it."

As the saying goes, it is easy to be an official if you have connections in the court, and it is even easier to do anything if you have connections in the market.

With Vincent, the son of the prefect, by his side, Lin Feng's subsequent house-renting process seemed particularly smooth.

They looked at several houses in a row. Each house had its own characteristics. Some were spacious and bright, while others were small and exquisite.

In the end, Lin Feng chose one that was closer to the Sky Prison.

However, before he could sign the contract, Vincent shook his head like a rattle, his face full of disgust. "It's so unlucky to be so close to the prison. How could you bear to let a grown woman like Miss Mingyue live here?"

"You're a typical example of why not eat meat? For people like us who come from humble backgrounds, all we need is a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Why would we be so picky?"

Lin Feng patted Vincent's shoulder and said with a smile: "Besides, this house is where I live. After all, it is closer to the academy."

Vincent finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, before he could open his mouth, he saw several detectives running towards him, panting.

Their faces were covered in sweat, and their clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to their bodies.

Vincent was stunned and asked, "What happened? Why are you so anxious?"

The leading constable panted heavily and said anxiously, "Something serious has happened. Young Master, please stop asking questions. And Young Master Lin, please come with us to the prison!"

Seeing this scene suddenly, the audience in the live broadcast room also became curious.

"What the hell? What happened? Is there another murder?"

A barrage of comments quickly crossed the screen, full of confusion and tension.

"That's really possible. After all, Lin Feng was digging in the dark last night. I didn't find it interesting and went to bed early. Could he have caught me off guard?"

"Don't panic, I'm already looking through the slices from last night. It's just that there doesn't seem to be any crowds."

"Hey, stop discussing this and go watch Hu Mingyue's live broadcast."

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, a comment was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned and immediately switched to Hu Mingyue's live broadcast room.

On the screen, the lights dimmed slightly, then suddenly lit up again.

In this alternation of light and darkness, netizens finally saw clearly that Hu Mingyue was actually sitting opposite a young student wearing the academy gown of Datong Academy.

Almost in an instant, the entire live broadcast room was instantly flooded with various barrages.

"Shit. I feel so bad for Vincent for no reason!"

"Ah, that's right. A dog that licks the boots will never die a good death. The value of this saying is still increasing."

"Nothing wrong. I was still paying for my brother-in-law's rent, but I didn't expect that my house would be robbed."

Barrages of comments flashed across the screen quickly, carrying various emotions of netizens, some teasing, some expressing emotion.

"Hey, stop making trouble. Things are not as you think! Hu Mingyue asked Xiaolong to come here to ask for a favor."

Finally, a more rational comment appeared, trying to calm everyone down.

"Exactly, how come you people have no patience at all? Can you please take a good look at what others are saying before you comment? You're always so rash, it's really offensive."

It seemed that the last barrage worked, and the netizens who were still posting various emoticons gradually calmed down, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was no longer so noisy.

At this moment, Hu Mingyue's voice became even clearer: "Young Master Xiaolong, it's really a bit abrupt for me to invite you here. I hope you don't mind."

When Xiaolong heard this, his originally calm face turned slightly red, and a hint of shyness flashed in his eyes.

Then, he smiled and bowed, "Miss Mingyue, what are you talking about? We've known each other for so many years and have long been friends. Just say whatever you want to say."

Hu Mingyue nodded slightly, gave a faint smile, and then picked up a letter from the table.

She gently opened the envelope, took out the letter, and handed it to Xiaolong. "This is a letter from my cousin who lives far away in the capital, asking me about all the things related to peony care. But you know, I'm only good at collecting flowers and making pollen. I'm really incapable of caring for flowers."

However, my cousin is eager to help me find some good gardeners, promising to reward me handsomely once the peonies are well cared for. I've been thinking about it but haven't come up with any good ideas, and I can only think of you. I wonder if you'd be willing to help first?

By the way, don't look down on my humble background, but my cousin's family is a prominent one. If you can really take good care of their peonies, it might be a stepping stone for you to advance your career..."

As Hu Mingyue spoke, there was a hint of expectation in her eyes as she watched Xiaolong's expression change.

Xiaolong listened quietly, his eyes focused and his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was seriously thinking about the pros and cons of this matter.

After hearing this, netizens in the live broadcast room started complaining again.

"Although I don't know what Hu Mingyue is up to, I always feel like she's up to no good."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Don't forget her true identity. She is Lin Feng's sister. In other words, she must bear at least half of the responsibility for the deaths that occurred earlier."

"I feel like she's also plotting something. This matter must be related to Raymond Lam."

"Hey, do you think Xiaolong will agree?"

Netizens' speculations and discussions rose and fell, echoing in the live broadcast room.

"Isn't that nonsense? Although this show has an open-ended plot, everyone's actions must be based on their character settings. He can grow flowers, but his grades are not good enough. It can be said that Xiaolong's dream of becoming successful through the imperial examination is basically impossible. If he still has some aspirations, he will definitely agree to this."

"That's impossible, right? If the relative Hu Mingyue mentioned was really that powerful, would she still need to sell perfume powder in Datong Prefecture to make a living? If Xiaolong was smart enough, he would never fall into this trap."

Just as everyone was talking, Xiaolong suddenly folded the letter. His movements were very careful, as if the letter was a precious treasure.

Then, he put the letter into his arms, a determined look on his face: "Okay, since Miss Mingyue trusts me so much, then I will go. As for the academy, I'll have to trouble you to ask for leave for me."

Hu Mingyue immediately revealed a relieved smile and nodded gently: "Don't worry, I will tell Lin Feng about this when he comes back."

After saying that, Xiaolong stood up, his eyes showing determination.

He smiled and waved goodbye to Hu Mingyue, then strode out of Lin Feng's house.

He walked quickly, and each step was firm and powerful, as if declaring his determination to the world.

In a short while, he disappeared from the camera of the director who was following him, leaving only an empty room and the stunned netizens in the live broadcast room.

Watching this scene, the netizens in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded. Until a comment passed by:

"Have you forgotten Hu Mingyue's character design? She's beloved and admired by many students at Datong College. If you were Xiaolong, and your goddess entrusted such an important mission to a poor student like you instead of the top students like Vincent or Lin Feng, what would you think?"

"Isn't it? If I were Xiaolong, let alone going all the way to the capital, even if she wanted my life, I would happily hand it over to her."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and go watch Lin Feng's or Vincent's live broadcast room. Someone died in the prison!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped sending barrages, and as if they had been injected with chicken blood, they quickly switched to Lin Feng's live broadcast room.