General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

the next day.

Thirteen is a man of his word.

No one knew what method he used, but the two experts from Beiming actually revealed everything they knew.

It turns out these two were two of the six personal guards of the Second Prince of Northern Ming, and their martial arts skills were among the best in the entire Northern Ming. If Jiang Qiqi and Shen Luo hadn't used this method, capturing them would have been no easy task.

According to them, their master, the second prince of Beiming, had sent them to the capital of Nanyue for two main reasons.

The first thing he did was help his pen pal, Jiang Qianzhong.

"I thought Jiang Qianzhong was contacting nobles from the Northern Ming Dynasty, but I didn't expect him to be so bold as to have an affair with a prince." Shen Luo couldn't suppress the fire in his eyes.

Fortunately, he always kept his military tactics strictly confidential. Otherwise, if his own court wanted him to treason and revealed his tactics, he wouldn't have enough lives to survive.

Jiang Qiqi asked Shisan, "Jiang Qianzhong met with them yesterday, so he must have told them what he wanted to do."

Thirteen nodded, recalling what the two had told him:

"After Jiang Qianzhong met with us yesterday, the first request he made was to kill someone."

"He gave two targets. One is Lady Jiang Qiqi, the wife of the State, and the other is Mu Sijiu, the young master who won 100,000 taels of silver from him at the casino a few days ago."

Shen Luo: ......

sixteen:......

Jiang Qiqi, being the original owner of this body, didn't react excessively to the matter.

She took a sip of tea, smacked her lips, and looked at the person opposite her: "What, what does killing Mu Sijiu have to do with me, Jiang Qiqi?"

She switched to a male voice: "What does killing Jiang Qiqi have to do with me, Mu Sijiu?"

......

Shen Luo thought that he had gotten in Jiang Qianzhong's way in court, which made the other party want to kill him. However, he was always protected by experts and could not bring himself to do it, so he turned his attention to Qi Qi.

"I'm sorry, Qiqi, I've dragged you into this," Shen Luo said guiltily.

He still felt a lingering fear when he thought about it. If they hadn't discovered Jiang Qianzhong's conspiracy in advance and captured the two experts from Beiming, Qiqi might have really been in danger.

He fell into thought: It's time to assign some guards to Qiqi.

Jiang Qiqi knew in her heart that this was not the case at all.

Jiang Qianzhong hadn't given up hope; he still longed to obtain the treasure.

"No matter what, Qiqi, I will protect you," Shen Luo said.

He would never allow Qiqi to suffer any harm.

Jiang Qiqi was taken aback: "Thank you, but weren't the people who wanted to kill me caught?"

Shen Luo: "...I mean, if there are other people involved."

Jiang Qiqi: "Oh, thank you."

Shen Luo scratched his head, looked at Sixteen, his eyes full of questions:

Didn't you say that as long as you said that, Qiqi would be moved?

Sixteen immediately lowered his head and pretended to be very busy, avoiding his master's gaze:

Oh dear, this table is really... a table.

"And the second thing?" Jiang Qiqi asked.

"The second thing is to find clues to the treasure and bring them back," Thirteen replied.

"The Second Prince of Beiming gave them a death order: they must bring back the information about the treasure. As for what that information is or who has it, they have no idea."

The information he obtained from the Thirteen Innates' interrogation of the Holy Body was almost always accurate, so it seems that the two who said they didn't know really didn't know.

Originally, they thought that whatever Jiang Qianzhong asked those two people to do, they could just find someone else to do it for them.

But now they can't actually kill Jiang Qiqi because of this requirement.

“Find someone to pretend to be Mu Sijiu. Anyway, Jiang Qianzhong has only met him once, and his eyesight is failing, so he won’t recognize him,” Jiang Qiqi said.

As for her, Jiang Qianzhong knew her too well to pretend.

"No need to take any further action for now. Wait a few days for Jiang Qianzhong to contact us again, and then reply that we can't get into the General's Mansion. Let's see what other plans Jiang Qianzhong has."

Twelve selected two skilled guards from the General's Mansion, put on two human skin masks made by Jiang Qiqi, checked into the Yuelai Inn, disguised themselves as experts from the Northern Ming Dynasty, and continued to contact Jiang Qianzhong.

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After lunch, the two sat by the window, savoring their tea.

You are looking at the scenery on the bridge, and the people looking at the scenery are looking at you from upstairs.

This statement couldn't be more fitting for the two of them at this moment.

Jiang Qiqi turned her head to look at the two people practicing martial arts in the courtyard, while Shen Luo looked at Jiang Qiqi.

Only half a day has passed, but Xiang'er has already thrown the stools she was holding and smashed four of them.

Lin'er performed as usual, smashing another pillar with her hammer.

Sixteen, who had just finished a fight yesterday, suddenly appeared from some unknown corner and was now jumping up and down in anger because of these two good-for-nothings.

The two little girls hung their heads as they were scolded, but it was obvious that the scolding went in one ear and out the other.

Jiang Qiqi took a sip of tea, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and chewed it, wondering if she should teach them what centrifugal force and friction are.

......

Shen Luo took a sip of tea, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

He watched as Qiqi across from him ate like a hamster, her mouth bulging, and he couldn't bear to look away.

He held her hand as he fell asleep yesterday, and only reluctantly let go when he woke up in the morning.

And that kiss that I couldn't help but kiss—even now, thinking about it makes me blush.

Her face, like her hands, was soft and fragrant.

He's completely different from that rough, unrefined man.

He seemed to understand men who had started families a little better.

He felt incredibly happy, like he was on cloud nine, just from stealing a kiss from Qiqi. If they really consummated their marriage...

"Hey! Sixteen, let go of my hammer!"

Shen Luo's thoughts were interrupted by a gasp from outside the window.

As expected, Sixteen and Lin'er started fighting again.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly realizing what she had been thinking, Shen Luo's face flushed red.

He glanced at Qiqi furtively, but she was engrossed in watching the commotion outside and didn't notice him.

Shen Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The hand under the table secretly pinched the inner thigh and pressed it down.

Shen Luo shook his head, trying to shake out all the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

How can the significance of Qiqi's existence be the same as that of the other wives in the inner quarters?

Enemy spies infiltrating the capital was clearly a very troublesome and headache-inducing matter, but he and Qiqi resolved it in just a few words.

It was as simple and casual as discussing what to eat tonight.

This experience was undoubtedly novel for Shen Luo.

When he was twelve years old, his grandfather passed away, and from then on he became the true head of the Shen family.

He went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen and quickly became a general.

Over the years, he has always been the one giving orders, and no one has dared or been able to sit down and discuss things in detail with him.

Sixteen or nineteen. Over the years, they had followed him, but they only provided some solutions and mostly carried out his orders.

Ultimately, it was Shen Luo who made the decision.

Jiang Qiqi is different from them.

From the first day he arrived at the General's Mansion, he never saw any expression of fear or awe on Jiang Qiqi's face.

She was neither arrogant nor self-conscious; she simply treated him as an ordinary person in her interactions.

She always managed to violently carve a new path from the side with a hammer when he had no other way out.

That road is barbaric, but it leads to the destination faster and more conveniently.

Like this time, it seemed impossible to capture two experts silently, but he and Qiqi did it so easily.

He actually found himself somewhat enamored with the feeling of racking his brains together to overcome difficulties.

wrong.

He cherished every moment he spent with her.