Proudly follow your heart

In the stillness of the night, a black shadow flashed into the courtyard without alarming the guards.

The manpower of Wulou and Yingxiaomeng has already been properly deployed under the arrangement of Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao, there will be no shortage of clear and dark whistles, this person was admitted to the hospital, but no one found out.

The visitor smiled secretly, it was not difficult to identify where the main house was, he approached slowly, hesitating whether to knock on the door, when a light suddenly came on from the house.

"The visitor is a guest, why don't you come in?" The candlelight lit up in the room like a will-o'-the-wisp.

All of a sudden, footsteps came from all directions, with great momentum, dozens of people suddenly appeared in the courtyard that was quiet before, and the torches illuminated the night, surrounded by people.

"Jun Zhanran, you knew I was coming?!" The visitor was startled, and he could tell that the voice was faint, as if the voice of desire and ruthlessness was exactly that of Jun Zhanran.

"You ordered people to investigate in the city. Only a fool would not notice it for several days. Could it be that you think all these night owls under my command are dead?" The breeze flickered the candles.

He went on to say: "Mu Zhaoran, you are the general of the Xia Kingdom, and you sneaked into Linnan secretly, aren't you afraid of stirring up disputes between the two countries?"

Even if he left Xia Kingdom, Nangong Cang Ao was still Nangong Cang Ao, understated, and pointed out the key point in a few words, if not for this, Mu Zhaoran would not have sneaked into Xilin City secretly.

The door opened with a creak, and under the light of the torch, there were two people standing in front of the door, one in loose clothes, the other in long clothes like water, with a stern face, with a tall and straight figure supported by Nangong Cangao.

Jun Zhanran is still the same Jun Zhanran, compared to what he saw that day, he is actually more prosperous. In the past, it was hard for people to take him lightly when he was sitting in a wheelchair, let alone now.

Mu Zhaoran didn't dare to take it lightly, Jun Zhanran's face was plain, and those plain eyes seemed to hide some light, which was so deep that people couldn't see the depth.

"Mu Zhaoran, I felt something was wrong at Xianan Pass that day. Thinking about it carefully, you had many chances to put Cang Ao to death, but you didn't do that. Why?" But he asked in an unhurried manner.

"Because I thought it was weird, I asked people to pay attention to my behavior, so you are not surprised to see me coming. In fact, you have been waiting for me." Xingzang has been seen through, and there is no need to cover up, Mu Zhaoran lowered his face Put on a black scarf.

Dressed in black, well dressed, with iron feathers on his head hidden in his hair, and a broken dagger on his waist, this nocturnal attire makes it impossible to see that he is the iron man who intercepted them at Xia Nan Pass. Feather General.

But he is indeed Mu Zhaoran, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the handsome appearance of a romantic young man, even wearing black clothes, he can't hide the unique aura of a young man from his family.

That day he hesitated to speak for several times, he could have been more ruthless before Xia Nanguan, but he didn't do that, Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cang Ao had already taken care of this behavior, and after settling down, he had some doubts about it. After discussing and ordering people to investigate, today's release came into being.

"I'm really waiting for you. Waiting for you to talk about it, what do you want to do, what does Huangde want you to do, or something else?" If Huangde ordered him to come, he might not be the only one.

Nangong Cangao walked outside the door and beckoned. Shuyan quickly brought up a chair. Mu Zhaoran didn't know what he was doing when he suddenly ordered someone to bring the chair up in the middle of his speech, but then saw him turn back and hold the chair. Jun Zhanran, who was leaning against the door, sat down on the chair.

Nangong Cangao, who was once unrestrained and unrestrained and difficult for anyone to restrain him, would be so hardworking. Mu Zhaoran was secretly startled. Watching Jun Zhanran sit down, he shook Nangong Cangao's hand under his sleeve.

This small movement was not easy to detect, and maybe no one else noticed it, but Mu Zhaoran had already noticed it, and there was a bit of solemnity and faint worry in the changing eyes.

Looking around, he shrugged, "Just to wait for me? What a big battle."

Facing Nangong Cangao and Jun Zhanran in front of him, and people from Yingxiaomeng and Wulou behind him, no matter how briskly Mu Zhaoran said, he still knew his current situation.

Being in Rinnan, these two people will not take his identity into consideration, he is hiding his identity and sneaking into the city, if they want to harm him, his general title will not play any role.

"Say, what's the matter with you? For the sake of our acquaintance, I can consider letting you go back alive." Standing behind Jun Zhanran, Nangong Cangao stood with his hands behind his back.

"Think about it carefully, what I want to say is better for you and me to talk alone." Mu Zhaoran said so, but looked at Jun Zhanran on the chair with a certain secretive look, and replied.

Jun Zhanran couldn't help squinting his eyes, his body suddenly warmed up, Nangong Cang Ao ordered someone to bring a tiger skin cloak, put it on his shoulders, and said to Mu Zhaoran with a sneer: "The heavens outside Han, I'm not interested in talking to you in the middle of the night, just talk if you have something to do, and get out if you have nothing to do."

"You must want to know what I'm going to say." Mu Zhaoran's tone was even more secretive.

"I'm curious, what do you want to talk about?" As if being aroused, Jun Zhanran gathered the tiger fur cloak on his body, asked Xiao Hu to move another seat, and put it next to him, "You sit , let him speak slowly."

He signaled Nangong Cangao to sit down, as if expecting Mu Zhaoran to say something interesting, Nangong Cangao sat down, and then a few cases were brought to them, Wen Rufeng even brought a jug of wine , two wine cups.

"Leader, Monarch Lord, it's cold, why not drink some pear blossom brew to warm your body." There was also a small stove for warming wine on the table. I heated the cups and poured two glasses of wine. There are a few more traces of warm wine with a cool smell.

Isn't this the pear flower stuffed in the building? !Xiao Hu stared at the side, in order to hurry, they didn't bring many things, Lihua Nong was one of them, Wen Rufeng found out when Wen Rufeng borrowed flowers to present Buddha, it was obviously the wine he kept carefully!

Wen Rufeng just pretended not to notice, and retreated to the side after pouring the wine. The angry Xiao Hu gritted his teeth. From the beginning, he and Nangong Cang Ao's subordinates have become familiar with each other like a family.

"Are you sure you want to say this here?" Looking at Nangong Cangao, Mu Zhaoran's eyes flickered, "I didn't want to say this in front of this Lord Lord, but since you asked so, I will Covering it up, it seems that I have a guilty conscience."

Suddenly had a premonition that what Mu Zhaoran was about to say was definitely not a good thing, Jun Zhanran held the wine cup, and slowly sipped the wine, while Nangong Cangao was beside him, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Tell me." Kong Zhan slammed on the table, "As long as you have anything related to me, you can tell him in front of him. I have nothing to hide."

Saying this, Nangong Cang Ao's eyes seemed to turn sideways, Jun Zhanran remembered that he had said a few days ago that he had to go out alone for something, and that was how Nangong Cang Ao looked at that time.

It seems that someone is still worried about him, and with a half-smile, the corner of his mouth curled up, and Lihua Niang mouthed, "Mu Zhaoran, what's the matter, do you think I shouldn't let me know?"

To say it shouldn't be, but to let him know. Otherwise, how could he say these words in a mysterious way? If it wasn't intentional, Mu Zhaoran didn't need to emphasize it at all.

Jun Zhanran waited, Nangong Cangao waited too, the surrounding torches crackled, and a breath of turpentine rushed towards his face in the cold winter wind, Mu Zhaoran looked around, and gradually put away the secretive look on his face. "Nangong Cangao, let me ask you first, do you still remember Zhaoxia?"

He asked seriously, Nangong Cang Ao recalled for a moment, the name was indeed somewhat familiar, "Zhaoxia?"

"You don't even remember Zhaoxia?!" Mu Zhaoran took a few steps forward in vain. Seeing his excitement, Wen Rufeng and the others pulled out their blades, "Stop!"

He stopped in front of the blade with aggressive eyes, and said with a sneer, "As expected of a man called Yingshuai, although my reputation for being romantic is greater than yours, I am not as cold-hearted as you. Remember!"

Woman, Jun Zhanran frowned slightly, Nangong Cang Ao suddenly remembered, "Zhaoxia, are you talking about Mu Zhaoxia?"

"That's right, it's Mu Zhaoxia. My sister, Mu Zhaoxia." Mu Zhaoran gritted her teeth, answered word by word, raised her palm, and slapped the blade away, "What I want to say is this matter, she has done it for you." Lin'er was born, and you, a father, don't even know it!"

"What?!" Nangong Cangao stood up in vain, eyes wide open, "She gave birth to my child?"

"Exactly." Mu Zhaoran was very dissatisfied with his reaction.

"Impossible." Flatly denying it, a fiery aura shot out from the eagle's eyes, Nangong Cangao raised his sleeves, "I have nothing to do with her, how could she give birth to a child for me, if you didn't remind me, I wouldn't even She can't remember anyone."

"Did you forget that we drank in Hualou last winter, and you stayed at my house after getting drunk?!" Mu Zhaoran gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Do you think the person who served you that night was a diva? Tell you, That's Zhaoxia! If Zhaoxia didn't ask me not to tell you this, I would have..."

Kacha—a crisp sound, as if cutting off the cold wind.

Jun Zhanran held the wine cup in his hand, and the shattered celadon fell to the ground one after another, glowing dark red under the firelight.

"Can you say that again."