The Regent's Tender Darling

――― Half an hour later.

When Lin Jiaojiao and Eleven arrived at Sanlipo, the moon was already in the sky. It was easy to find someone on a night when the moon was not dark and the wind was not strong.

Not far from them, there was a figure standing. Because of the distance, the face of the person could not be seen clearly. Only by the outline could it be determined that it was a person.

"May I ask your name?" Lin Jiaojiao spoke first, and there was no fear in her momentum.

The reason why she only brought Eleven to the meeting was that she was afraid that this person would not come out, but she was not stupid. She left shadow guards within a mile, and with Eleven's personal protection, the risk was reduced.

In addition, she had another guess. Although she didn't know if this person was a friend, she knew that this person was not an enemy.

If this person was a member of the Taiping Dao, then it would be impossible for him to leave a letter to cause trouble, and he would not use such a simple trick to trick people here to kill.

So this person was not a member of the Taiping Dao, which reduced the probability of being an enemy.

"I'm Qingfeng." A man's voice came, and she felt familiar with it, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Or maybe it was just her illusion, it seemed that this man was the one they were looking for.

After the voice fell, Qingfeng walked towards them, with slow steps, and Eleven immediately gripped the hilt of the sword, as long as this man made a move, the sword could be pulled out in the first time!

Qingfeng stopped three steps away from her. In the bright moonlight, she saw his appearance, dressed in green, standing like a black bamboo, with a faint smile on his face.

This smile looked quite kind, he bowed to her: "Princess, how are you."

As soon as she heard the word "Princess", she knew that this man was indeed waiting for her! Her heart sank slightly, but she still said: "Mr. Qing, let's not talk in secret, what do you want?"

"Oh?" Qingfeng smiled, took a look at her dress, and teased: "Princess, this dress doesn't look like a Ming person."

Lin Jiaojiao: "..."

She did wear a nightgown, also for the sake of secrecy.

Perhaps because she didn't say anything, Qingfeng stopped smiling and said, "I have nothing else to ask for. If the princess wants to know the truth, follow me."

Qingfeng bowed again and turned to lead the way.

When Lin Jiaojiao thought about it again and again and planned to follow, Shiyi still stopped her worriedly.

"Princess! Be careful of explosions!"

She patted the back of Shiyi's hand and said, "It's okay."

She said this with some confidence, probably because of intuition, and because she was well prepared, she had the confidence.

Qingfeng walked in front and led them through the weed-covered path to a desolate courtyard.

The weeds in the courtyard were already higher than the knees, and only the grass on the road at the door was trampled down. Qingfeng pushed open the shabby door very skillfully, and then lit a candle with a tinder.

The candlelight illuminated a large area, and Qingfeng said, "Princess, please."

After entering the house, Lin Jiaojiao felt that the house seemed to collapse at any time. In a shabby room, there was only a bed, and there was a man on the bed.

The man's clothes were tattered and covered with dried blood. He didn't walk in, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

And he didn't know whether the person on the bed was dead or alive, but if he looked closely, he could still see the ups and downs of his breathing.

Qingfeng dripped two drops of wax on the corner of a wooden table, then dipped the candle on the corner of the table, then looked at her and introduced: "Princess, this person is one of the assistant examiners who was detained in the inner prison by the Internal Guard Division, the Secretary of the Central Secretariat, Shen Nan."