Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Lu Jian jumped down and covered her mouth, making a silencing gesture.

Then he lifted her up and took her to another yard.

When Xu Chaochao landed, she sat on the ground. She stared blankly at the high roof, and then at the man in black in front of her.

"Xu..." Lu Jian was about to speak.

Xu Chaochao said faster than her, "Fuck you."

Lu Jian: "..."

"There really is martial arts in this world. Sister Lu, I have become successful, and I was taken flying." Xu Chaochao pounded the ground excitedly, and then looked at Lu Jian, "Handsome, how did you do it? Can you teach me?"

"Handsome...handsome guy?" Lu Jian doubted his life.

Didn't you recognize this?

In fact, it's not her fault for being clumsy, it's just that Lu Jian was wearing uniform clothes for men and women, and his chest was tied up all year round for ease of movement, and he was taller.

Xu Chaochao's perspective: high ponytail, night clothes, hooded face, cold temperament, and strong martial arts.

Even if you can't see your face, you look so handsome in your outfit.

Xu Chaochao tugged at the hem of her clothes and looked at the sword in her hand, "Young hero, is this sword a real sword?"

Lu Jian: "...Yeah."

It's good that I didn't recognize it, it saves a lot of trouble.

Xu Chaochao: "Are you carrying it on your back to perform chivalrous acts and travel around the world?"

Lu Jian looked at Xu Chaochao speechless.

Does the heroine suffer from chuunibyou?

Lu Jian: "I carry the sword on my back to use it as a crutch."

Xu Chaochao: "..."

You can think me stupid.

But I'm not that stupid.

*

Xu Chaochao liked to talk a lot, which was the main reason why Lu Jian came to see her.

Because you can get a lot of basic information from her.

Coupled with the historical facts that happened in ancient history in Lu Jian's memory, he has a rough understanding of the Xu Dynasty.

But what history records are only general stories and the endings of some famous figures.

For example, Xu Yangguan, the biological brother of Xu Chaochao, was a well-known talent in the capital. He learned calligraphy at the age of three and composed poems at the age of five. He was well-read in poetry and books, and was elegant and humble. However, history records record that he was in poor health and died at the age of 21.

Later generations say that Xu Yangguan's death was a loss to the literary world.

But according to what she just heard, she was probably given a chronic poison by her own little mother.

She stood on the tree holding her sword, yawned slowly, and leaned against the tree trunk somewhat drowsily.

It’s easy to take a nap when summer arrives.

Moreover, she stands on a tree during the day and sleeps under a tree at night. She can't go to the beams of Yun Dao's house and sleep there.

She rubbed her eyes, and two of her eyelashes were knocked off.

When Yun Dao opened the door again and came out of the room, his attendant Qing Wu came forward and said, "Mr...."

The beautiful young man smiled at him and shook his head.

Qingwu's head was full of questions and he looked at the direction his finger was pointing.

It's just past midnight, that is, almost five o'clock, and the sun is only showing a little orange in the east. The morning sky is hazy, like a misty ink painting, and the leaves are swaying gently in the breeze. , the man in black had a sword hanging on his waist, leaning against the tree trunk, and went to meet Zhou Jie.

Her head was slightly tilted to her shoulder, her dark hair hanging down and intertwined with the corners of her black clothes. Her eyelashes were thick and curled, and their roots were slender. Her brows were slightly frowned, and she was obviously sleeping very uncomfortable.

Qing Wu clenched his fists and lowered his voice, "They are too disrespectful!"

The young attendant was angry for his young master, "That princess is really domineering, and this secret guard also looks down on others. Do you really think that our young master is easy to bully?"

"Son..."

"Sir?"

Qing Wu saw that Yun Dao was looking at the tree over there in a daze, and called out in confusion.

Yun Dao didn't respond, but turned around and walked toward the tree over there.

As the distance got closer and closer, the blurry figures could be seen clearly through the white silk. His head hurt again for a moment, and he knelt on the ground with a pale complexion.

"Son!"

"No noise." He shut up, his voice slightly cold.

Qingwu covered his mouth in shock.

But there was still the sound of clothes rubbing together from behind.

Yun Dao knew that Lu Jian had been woken up, so he turned around helplessly, with the most common gentle smile on his lips, "I'm sorry to wake you up."

Lu Jian: "..."

what happened?

*

Because it is no longer a novice mission, she does not have a clear plot point, everything depends on changes.

Lu Jian is also very free.

She was still very sleepy.

Although I am free, I cannot sleep.

Because it’s hard to sleep in a tree.

And there is another very important thing.

The January period is almost here.

She had to go back to the palace.

While she was lost in thought, a figure appeared next to her like a ghost, standing firmly on the wall, staring at her without any emotion with a pair of narrow and cold eyes.

Lu Jian looked cold and maintained the original character, "It's troublesome."

Task handover.

When she goes back to report the surveillance results, someone will come to help her monitor Yun Dao.

The other party didn't say a word. She was obviously very cold and withdrawn, or maybe she didn't want to talk to her.

Another flash and disappeared in front of her.

Lu Jian knew he was still here, so he turned around on the ground and ran towards the palace using Qinggong.

Zhao Mingxue, with big breasts and no brains, and attractive appearance, is the direct descendant of the empress and a sibling of the same mother as the prince. She has a distinguished status.

It is normal for such wealth to breed domineering people.

Lu Jian tried to convince himself.

Zhao Mingxue smashed the glass cup to the ground and became furious, "He is a blind man, why should he look down on me?"

"I am the princess of a country! It is his blessing that I can like him!"

"My father also stopped me, why why why why!"

The things on Zhao Mingxue's table gradually turned into rubbish on the floor. She finally had nothing to throw away, and directed her anger at Lu Jian who was standing at the door, "What kind of status can he have for a person with such simple clothes! A pariah! A pariah. ! You dare to reject me! Where are you going to put the royal family’s face?”

"Tell me, tell me!" She grabbed Lu Jian's collar, her face ferocious with anger, "What's wrong with me?"

Lu Jian stared at her hands with cool eyes.

I really want to chop it up.

She smiled slightly, although Zhao Mingxue couldn't see her through the black scarf, "Her Royal Highness, everything is fine, except for the one thing that doesn't suit people's liking."

Zhao Mingxue was stunned. She really didn't expect that there was anything undesirable about her, the most adorable, beautiful, bright, shy, charming and lively girl in the universe.

She wanted to get angry, but hesitated for a moment, and was really curious.

"explain."

Listen and then get angry.

She is so smart!

"Her Royal Highness the Princess is extremely intelligent and has extremely high vision. Being rejected by that person is because that person is ungrateful. There is no need for Her Royal Highness to be angry about this. This is what I feel is undesirable about Her Royal Highness, so I am righteous in anger."

She took out a few scrolls from somewhere and tossed them in her hands, "If men are compared to trees, the princess owns a whole forest, why bother clinging to this tree?"

She opened the scroll in her hand, and several images of beautiful men unfolded, "The young men in Wanhua Tower are handsome and affectionate, and the 12 girls in Baihuaxiang are also charming in various ways. All the people we love are beautiful, regardless of gender, If you have the world in mind, don’t be so narrow-minded.”

Zhao Mingxue: "..."

Help, that makes sense.