Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Since the penalty is too low, then increase it.

So, inevitably, Muchen ran around the training ground ten more times.

The punishment had been given, but when Shang Ce returned home and found that Nan Qiao still hadn't come back and he was the only one sitting alone at the dining table looking at a table full of food, he couldn't help but feel shaken.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to change into light clothes and leave the house.

He didn't bring anyone else with him, just him.

Fenghua Street was not far from the General’s Mansion, and Shang Ce’s pace was fast, so he reached the edge of the street in less than an incense stick of time.

Standing at the intersection, there was no need to make much effort to look for it. Shang Ce could easily determine the approximate location with just a quick glance.

After all, although Fenghua Street is bustling, it is just a straight street and you can see the end at a glance. You can tell where the most people gather by standing at the intersection.

If this alone is not enough to confirm, and seeing is not enough, then there is still hearing.

The current location of the business station is about two to three hundred meters away from the crowd gathering area.

Even so, he could still hear words like "Girl, please help me...", "Why hasn't my illness been cured for so long...", "...what medicine...", etc.

When these factors come together, there is no doubt about it.

With his mind made certain, Shang Luexian's hurried steps slowed down, and he walked closer to the crowd little by little.

The time now is the transition between summer and autumn. Although it is a little late, the sky is not dark.

Only half of the sun was left lying on the horizon, casting a soft orange halo. The slightly dim light was all scattered on the ground, giving the bluish-white slate a layer of warm glow.

The lights on the street have gradually been lit up, the lights are dim, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

The sound of music and singing had already begun somewhere, the hawkers' shouts rose and fell from time to time, and the crowds of people kept passing by.

Such a prosperous scene makes people happy. Shang Ce followed their steps and took some time to get closer.

He originally thought that the person in the innermost was Nan Qiao, but when he got closer and his eyes passed over the heads in front of him, he realized that the person sitting inside was actually a little girl.

She looked to be no more than 28 years old, with a youthful look on her face, but she was quick and steady in raising and lowering her hands, and her expression was serious, which made her look quite convincing.

It’s not Nan Qiao?

Shang Ce was stunned for a moment, then he frowned.

He looked around again and stared for a long time, but still couldn't find the person he was looking for.

"Auntie, has this girl always been the one treating patients here?" Still unwilling to give up, Shang Ce turned sideways and asked a woman next to him who was carrying a basket of vegetables and looked to be in her forties or fifties.

"I don't know." She shook her head. "I just got here. Go ask someone else."

Shang Ce asked a few more people, but got the same result, they all said they didn't know.

Although I didn’t get a definite answer, since I couldn’t find anyone, it meant that Nan Qiao might not really be here.

After confirming that he couldn't find the person, Shang Ce's originally good mood gradually died down.

Very good, his face darkened slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. It seemed that Muchen had not run enough. Not only did he gossip about him every day, but now he also "lied about military intelligence", causing him to run away in vain.

It’s a pity that it’s getting late now, so I can only make up for it tomorrow.

It is said that when people sit at home, the pot comes from the sky.

At this moment, Muchen, who was sitting at home enjoying his meal, suddenly shuddered for some reason. He raised his hand and touched his arm which was covered with goose bumps, as if he had a bad premonition.

But, what is it?

It's been quite peaceful recently.

If Muchen knew the source of the danger he sensed, he would definitely yell in his heart: What does it have to do with him if you can't find the person? Why don't you get angry at Nan Qiao? You just want to cause trouble for him.

As for why he didn't just yell it out... he didn't dare.

Shang Ce listened to the noise and suddenly felt annoyed. He lowered his eyes, turned around and walked out.

Since I can’t find it anyway, I might as well go back.

As he walked, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He was also confused. He hadn't finished his work and hadn't eaten yet. Why did he run out? To feed mosquitoes?

Shang Ce thought about it and casually used his internal force to squeeze a mosquito that came over to him to death.

The mosquito's body, which had become plump from someone's blood it didn't know what it had sucked, suddenly exploded and turned into a thin piece of paper, floating to the ground.

The sky darkens very quickly in the evening. In just a moment, the red and orange lights in the sky disappeared completely, leaving only a dim darkness.

Because he wanted to leave quickly, Shang Ce took big steps and walked close to the edge of the road, almost leaning against the wall, in order to avoid the slightly crowded crowd.

Fenghua Street is the main road, and along this road, several small alleys extend out, like branches spreading out from a tree trunk. In the alleys are private houses of ordinary people, with narrow spaces and little light, except for a few dim lights hanging from the walls here and there.

Shang Ce had just passed through an alley when he suddenly heard a movement behind him. His waist felt tight as if something was pulling it. The next second, he was pulled into the alley by an irresistible force.

Shang Ce subconsciously pushed his elbow behind him, but it hit nothing.

Rather than the elbow, the back felt something soft and warm first, and then a faint and unique medicinal fragrance drifted into the nose.

He knew it all too well.

"Nan...Nan Qiao?" Shang Ce released the strength in his hands and quickly turned around to look over.

"Hmm." Nan Qiao's face was half hidden in the darkness. When she heard Shang Ce calling her, she responded and nodded slightly: "It's me."

"Why are you here?" The moment he felt the familiar breath, even if Nan Qiao didn't answer, he knew it was her. Shang Ce frowned and asked in surprise.

But just as he said this, he suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly changed, and his voice lowered: "Did you come here specifically to ambush me?"

People always like to associate. As a general, Shang Ce has many things to consider and his mind is always full of thoughts. So in an instant, his thoughts diverged.

Did she expect that he would come out to find her, and then she came here to watch him make a fool of himself?

Shang Ce had no doubt at all, because this was definitely something Nan Qiao could do!

Nan Qiao looked at Shang Ce's suddenly changed expression and pursed her lips, feeling helpless and aggrieved: "General, you can't wrongly accuse me like this? I was just passing by, okay?"

"You have no evidence, how can you just make a guess?"

Shang Ce sneered. He was already used to Nan Qiao's acting look and didn't believe her at all: "What else can you do in this alley to enjoy the scenery?" It's just a shabby alley.

"Well, I'll accept it for now." Nan Qiao didn't care about it. He shrugged casually and suddenly pushed Shang Ce against the wall. "Just think of me as waiting here for the general."

"But..." Nan Qiao tilted her head, her eyes shining like stars, "I caught the general, what does this mean?"

"Hmm?" She raised her head and moved closer to Shang Ce's face.

This is what she really cares about.

As the movement progressed, Shang Ce was trapped by Nan Qiao between herself and the wall. He subconsciously took a step back and moved his lips as if to speak, but found himself speechless.

Because he was indeed the one who found it, and he had no way to refute this.

Nan Qiao took advantage of the situation and spoke again.

"Why is the general silent? Or..." She blinked, her eyes moving, "Nothing to say?"

As he spoke, Nan Qiao followed Shang Ce's retreating footsteps and moved closer.

"Don't..." After being together for a long time, Shang Ce had seen Nan Qiao's actions like this many times. When she approached him like this, his pupils shrank and he subconsciously thought that she would kiss him.

Shang Ce took a small breath, and thinking of this possibility, he quickly reached out to put his hand on Nan Qiao's shoulder, and tilted his head to the side. His earlobe, which was already slightly red under his black hair, showed a little through his hair, "...outside."

What if someone sees me? Do I still have any shame?

Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows, chuckled, raised his hand and forcibly turned his head back, making him look at him: "What are you thinking about, General?"

"I won't do anything to you." Although she did like to bully him, she would not do it to this extent regardless of the occasion.

"I came closer just to ask, General, did you miss me when you hurried out to find me?"

Shang Ce was forced to look into Nan Qiao's smiling eyes. He held his breath slightly, unable to move his head. He could only lower his eyes and look away a little: "... You think too much. This has nothing to do with you."

Don't be too sentimental.

But he didn't say this out loud.

Well, Nan Qiao didn't mind Shang Ce's "ruthlessness" at all, and changed the question smoothly, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Then what did the general come out for?"

Come out and find her.

“…I just came out to hang out.”

"Really? But I saw the general in the crowd just now." Nan Qiao still seemed unconvinced. He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said.

"Is the general sick? After all, I remember that the general didn't seem to like to join in the fun." Her tone was very concerned. "But if the general was sick, why didn't he come to me?"

She saw?!

Shang Ce immediately grasped the key point of the words, and suddenly raised his eyes, which widened slightly. In his surprise, there seemed to be a hint of fear: "You were just here!"

"Not here."

Nan Qiao shook her head. She really didn’t lie to Shang Ce.

She had just gone out to buy food, but when she came back, before she even reached the stall, she ran into someone who seemed very unhappy.

Compared to the young apprentice who is sitting in front of the stall and has not encountered any problems, it is naturally more important to coax his wife.

"Then how can you be sure that I..."

Shang Ce gritted his teeth.

She didn't see it again!

Nan Qiao interrupted him: "But didn't the general's reaction just now tell me that you were in the crowd?"

If he wasn't there, given his personality, why would he be so excited?

Shang Ce: “…” Nothing to say.

So what she said just now was deliberately meant to deceive him, right?

"Is it really nothing to do with me?" Nan Qiao stared at Shang Ce who had fallen into silence again, and asked again.

The voice floated in the air, and perhaps because the tone was too light, it seemed particularly gentle.

The light breeze at night blew Nan Qiao's hair, and a few strands floated onto Shang Ce's face, bringing a slightly itchy touch.

a long time.

“…Why didn’t you say anything when you came out in the morning?” Shang Ce finally spoke again. His facial expression was the same as usual, but the emotions in his eyes were fluctuating. Obviously, he was not as calm as he appeared.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, this was indeed the problem that had been bothering him for the entire day.

Nan Qiao left without saying anything. It's dark now, but she still hasn't gone back.

But in fact, Nan Qiao didn't need to explain anything. Her initial reason was that she was just staying at the General's Mansion, and the General's Mansion seemed to be no different from an inn to Nan Qiao.

Will anyone tell the people in the inn where they are going?

The answer is definitely no.

As for him, he seemed to have nothing to do with her.

After asking this question, Shang Ce realized that it was inappropriate for him to ask this question. And the meaning was a bit strange, just like... a husband complaining to his irresponsible wife.

He blushed suddenly at his inappropriate thought.

Besides, why did he ask that? Nan Qiao might have thought about what he was going to do with that sentence.

Shang Ce pursed his slightly dry lips and felt a little regretful for a moment.

But the words had already been spoken, and it was too late to take them back.

"General, are you blaming me for not informing you before I left?"

Nan Qiao's reaction was not what Shang Ce expected. She did not laugh at him, nor did she take the opportunity to make some comments. She proposed something else. Well... in short, it was a mess of conditions.

She simply put her arms around her waist, almost buried herself in his arms, raised her head slightly, and asked in a gentle voice, looking even a little serious.

"No need to report to me." Shang Ce suddenly laughed and looked up at the lantern swaying in the wind under the eaves of someone's house in the distance.

There was no need for that.

The laughter drifted away with the wind, like leaves blown down at random, unable to withstand the slightest ripple.

Nan Qiao hugged Shang Ce tighter, rubbed him affectionately, and said in a serious tone: "If the general wants, I can report to the general." The choice is in your hands.

"Do you really want to, Nan Qiao?"

Shang Ce lifted up the hair that had been blown in front of Nan Qiao's face at some point and tucked it behind her ears.

"why not?"

"I never showed any sign of rejection."

It is always you who resists.

Nan Qiao responded silently with her eyes.

Shang Ce stared at Nan Qiao for a long time, and the emotions in his eyes became more and more complicated.

After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Let me think about it more."

He could never be as carefree as she was.

"of course can."