Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Xu Chaochao regained his energy.

She felt she was sublimated.

Yes, why should we change their ending just because we like it?

She also doesn't like to be pushy.

Anyway, she will always be on Sister Lu’s side!

I like Sister Lu the most~

The little licking dog shook off Chen Fengqi and nudged next to Lu Jian, "Sister Lu, do you have any clues there?"

Lu Jian gave her a strange look.

Are you happy again so soon? ? ? ?

It doesn't matter, the heroine must be pretending to be happy.

Lu Jian thought to himself.

"No." She shook her head honestly, "With limited identity, I can't collect many clues."

Even if he couldn't find Lingsi Kecao, he had to go back and get beaten up.

"Ah?" Xu Chaochao glared, "Sister Lu, don't you have a brother? Your brother won't let you go out?"

Lu Jian shook his head faintly, "No."

As for the rest, there is not much to say.

She didn't forget that she still had an assassination mission.

Xu Chaochao walked to the railing of a house and shouted, "Hey, that sister over there——"

The middle-aged woman over there looked over, looked around, and found that she was the only one around, and asked doubtfully, "Call me?"

Xu Chaochao's mouth was sweet, "Yes, sister, I would like to ask you a few questions, is that okay?"

She clasped her hands together and blinked, feeling cute and naive.

The middle-aged woman looked at her happily, "Should I ask Master Tang?"

"Eh?" Xu Chaochao was surprised, "Yes, sister."

"Num." The middle-aged woman pointed the direction to her. At the end of this road, the house to the west was Master Tang's home.

She chuckled, "Since Master Tang came to our remote village, I have met many outsiders. Master Tang is really a very good person."

Very good person.

a good person?

a good person? ? ? ?

Xu Yangguan knocked on the door twice, but no one answered.

Lu Jian leaned against the fence beside the door with his sword in his arms, taking a nap with his eyes slightly dozed.

She was really sleepy.

The strength of her grip on the sword gradually loosened, and she lowered her head and entered a state of light sleep.

Xu Chaochao noticed her tiredness and was about to call her to ask if there was any place to rest.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind and tapped the back of Lu Jian's neck several times.

The white sleeves swayed in elegant arcs, and the light and pleasant aroma was mixed with a light medicinal fragrance, which was particularly soothing. The white ribbons blew slightly with the wind, and the black clothes and white clothes overlapped each other. He held the person close to him. In his arms, he lowered his eyes and looked at her, with a slight smile on his lips.

Xu Chaochao wanted to shout at first, but as soon as she saw the familiar white ribbon, she knew who it was.

That little fairy man who claims to be Sister Lu’s brother.

Behind him, a man in a simple robe came over carrying firewood, opened the fence door, and walked in.

The man's hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, his clothes were thin, and he looked a little older. He had a light stubble on his chin, and he seemed to be in his thirties.

He opened the door and looked at the people in the yard with no expression on his face. "Come in first. The house is simple and simple, but there is nothing to entertain."

……

After being tapped on his sleeping point, Lu Jian was finally able to have a good sleep.

It wasn't that she didn't notice the person approaching. On the contrary, it was because the person's aura was so familiar that she didn't feel defensive.

[Host, stop making excuses, you just want to be lazy. 】Ning Qi puffed up her cheeks.

Lu Jian yawned in the sea of ​​​​consciousness and rubbed his eyes, "Please, the job of a secret guard is really difficult, okay?" I slept very little during those few days when I was looking for grass. I was sleepy to death. 】

This is equivalent to taking online classes for three days without sleeping.

[Can you change your identity next time? As a villain, I run up and down as a secret guard every day. Logically speaking, I must be an emperor no matter what. 】 She said resentfully, 【Can you change your identity to a ridiculous person in the next world? 】

Ning Qi: [...This is not something I can decide. 】

Waste lemon seven.

Lu Jian smashed his mouth, turned over and fell asleep again.

I don't know what the external situation is like, but Lu Jian had a long and good sleep.

Slept for a full 18 hours.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a simple roof. She sat up and just in time Yun Dao opened the door and came in.

Through Bai Ling, he saw the faint outline on the bed that did not look like a sleeping person, so he asked, "Your Excellency?"

"..." Lu Jian pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek and said nothing.

Even though she was a social badass, it still felt awkward.

Last time I was frivolous by an adult who suddenly woke up.

But Yun Dao probably has no memory.

Although she was the only one who was embarrassed, it didn't stop her from trying to embarrass two people.

She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and tried to slip away from the blind beauty.

Yun Dao lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at her through the ribbon.

Do you really think he can't see it?

But he just pursed his lips slightly and made no move.

It seemed that he was a little aggrieved.

……

Shuqing of the Tang Dynasty was a frustrated master.

The previous Minister of Rites resigned from his post and lived in seclusion, and ended up in this remote and small country.

He put down the firewood on his shoulder, took out the tea leaves from the old cabinet, made a pot of tea, put it on the table, and then sat down.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

He glanced at Xu Yangguan, was slightly stunned, and smiled, "I know you."

Xu Yangguan nodded humbly and politely, "Master Shangshu."

"Don't call me that." Tang Shuqing shook his head and took a cup of tea to himself, "I'm no longer a minister."

The smile on his face was a little nostalgic, "I saw you when you and your sister entered the palace in the ninth year of Yongchuan."

When he was still young, the emperor once praised Xu Yangguan, "This boy has a lot to offer."

The boy in green holding the scroll in front of the palace wall also ended up in such a beautiful state.

Time is really a wonderful thing.

"I came here this time to inquire about your collection of paintings." He said.

"Paintings?" Tang Shuqing put down his tea cup, "I have given away most of my paintings, and I really don't have a few left in my hands."

Master Tang took them to the north room. There were four or five paintings hanging on the wall. Xu Chaochao stepped forward and looked at them carefully one by one.

One of them shows the funerary objects found in the tomb of Wang Zhong, a great scholar of the Xu Dynasty, which was previously excavated.

One of the paintings was a painting I had seen in Dr. Song's restoration room next door.

Others were neither, and she was not familiar with them.

Maybe in the end, they all wandered away.

Aren't literati just like paintings?

The wandering is over.

A lifetime may last thirty or forty years.

Born as a baby, fifteen or twenty as a human being.

Learn the words to stabilize the world, learn the martial arts to stabilize the world, use the pen to stabilize the world, and there is heaven and earth under the horse.

Generation after generation of poor bachelors approached the imperial court, one after another handed over the important responsibilities of the prosperous dynasty, and one stick after another passed down the legacy.

It's Xu Chao.

That's the character.