Chen Bai tied up her head with an indigo-dyed cloth scarf, wore a plain flower-forged robe, a thin belt, and a black fragrant cat cloak that was dragged to the ground. There was a circle of fluffy black hair around the collar, which made her look beautiful.

Her face is as petite as a jade plate.

The thick makeup on her face had been cleaned off by the maids. She refused at first, but unfortunately she couldn't fight the wishes of the maids with rough hands and feet. Once her face was washed clean, her face looked more childish, but

Her expression was calm and calm, exuding a sense of stability from her bones.

At this moment, she has delicate features, a pair of bright black eyes, pale pink lips, and a pale but transparent complexion, giving her an unmodified but excessively clean beauty and charm.

This beauty belongs to Songguzhu Zheng, who belongs only to men, and the beauty belongs to her daughter Rou.

The pure lotus is bright, and the water is enchanting.

Although she was good-looking when she was dressed as a woman, because the maids often served Meng Changjun, they had long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of fragrant and beautiful women surrounding their lord. Therefore, in their eyes, Chen Bai, who was dressed as a woman, was beautiful, but not

He looks so handsome and eye-catching now when he is dressed as a man.

All of a sudden, the maids who had dressed up for her were all stunned by Chen Baiqi.

After a while, the guards around Mr. Mengchang came over to urge him, saying that they wanted to take him out. Then they took him out with regret and reluctance.

Changing back into men's clothing was more convenient and comfortable for Chen Baiqi, without any fuss. Of course, this outfit was also warmer.

The guards saw Chen Baiqi stepping out of the dormitory, his clothes were ringing, his appearance was very graceful, and his movements were clear and clear. He was an unparalleled young master.

Even if the guards were used to seeing the handsome and charming Meng Changjun, at first glance they looked at Chen Baiqi who had a completely different style.

This...this, is this really the soft and graceful sister-in-law just now?!

Normally, women who dress up as men would have their bodies twisted and effeminate like a shemale water snake. However, this girl's first time wearing men's clothes completely subverted their imagination.

In their eyes, she was an outsider who completely matched the image of Chun and Jingming in their minds... Well, although her face was a little tender and her body was a little weak.

Once Chen Baiqi leaves Mengchangjun for too long, the countdown will continue to ring in her ears, so her face is determined, but in her heart, every second counts.

"Xiao Ke is ready, please lead the way." Chen Baiqi bowed to the guard.

The guard shuddered when Chen Baiqi approached, took a step back, returned the greeting reflexively, and hurriedly led the way for her.

For some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable when facing this sister-in-law who was disguised as a man.

The guards took Chen Baiqi across the corridor to a green bamboo pavilion.

The Yage has no doors or windows. There is a bamboo forest behind the house, with whip-like knotty bamboo roots hanging down from the walls. Bright sunlight shines in from the window sills and porches of the roller shutters, revealing a layer of hazy green light that illuminates the entire place.

The hall is spacious and bright. There are mats and fine lamb carpets in the hall, which are elegant, exquisite and comfortable. The porch and foyer stretch to the north and south, and the indoor and outdoor scenes blend together.

Although the doors and windows are open, it is not cold. The charcoal fire is burning indoors, which is as warm as spring. The window sill in the north is set very low, just in time to have a panoramic view of the red plum blossoms outside the window, swaying quietly and elegantly.

To the north is the main seat, and the straw mats on both sides are full of people. Among them are slovenly swordsmen, elegant scholars, and barefoot traders in white clothes. These people are discussing fiercely with each other.

middle.

Chen Baiqi paused when he heard the noisy sound outside. The guards had returned to their posts. He glanced at her strangely, but did not urge her. He only whispered: "My lord has summoned some people who are temporarily staying here."

The retainers from Caocheng are discussing important matters together."

Chen Baiqi raised his eyes and looked at him. There was no emotion in his eyes, but the guard suddenly blushed and turned away quickly.

Chen Baiqi smiled, whispered his thanks, and then walked inside.

As soon as she entered the room, she naturally attracted the attention of others.

But Chen Baiqi's eyes immediately went to Lord Mengchang who was in the northern position.

Chen Baiqi took off her shoes outside, which was the rule, and then she bowed her head in front of Lord Mengchang.

"Chen Rong has met my lord."

Although she didn't know what Lord Mengchang meant, but now that she was wearing a military uniform, she only thought of herself as one of his disciples, so she called her lord, not your lord.

This sound is melodious and melodious. It is not as deep as an adult, nor as clear as a child. It is somewhere in between, a sound as clean and transparent as a stream.

For a moment, the noisy hall became extremely silent.

All the sounds disappeared at once. They turned their heads and looked at the young man kneeling in the middle.

Because of this noble young man who appeared on such an occasion without any explanation.

He lowered his head slightly, with a beautiful and fair side face, long eyelashes like wings, long and curled, covering them softly and softly. A silver-white collar was decorated with fluffy hair, and the wind blew gently.

He has pale cheeks and a thick black fragrant cat cloak draped on his thin shoulders. His back is straight even when he is bent, and his posture is upright and graceful.

Many people were curious and confused. They had never seen such a beautiful and childish young man around Mr. Mengchang.

Who is this person?

New diners?

Mr. Mengchang is leaning on the mat at the moment. His purple and gold robes are scattered all over the floor. He is boneless and invisible. His clothes are wide open, and a large area of ​​bronze skin is exposed at the collar. His tall body, strong legs, tangled arms, and bulges

His strong chest muscles make him exude a masculine and mysterious temperament like a devil.

His jet-black hair is tied behind his head, his charming eyes, high bridge of nose and thin lips are completely charming. The plum blossoms behind him are as bright as the sunset, making him look like a fairy.

It's as beautiful as entering a painting.

Ever since Chen Baiqi entered the hall, his eyes had been fixed on her. His pupils were like ink that was so thick that it was difficult to understand what he was thinking.

But Chen Baiqi still maintained his saluting and kneeling posture.

Mr. Mengchang did not speak, and naturally others did not speak immediately either.

She suddenly remembered that she was a rootless dancer, and she thought she was unfamiliar and awkward when dressing up as a man, but she was used to it. Others might not know her identity, but Meng Changjun knew it clearly.

The temperament and style cultivated by nobles and nobles over the years cannot be achieved in a day. Her behavior of flowing smoothly without a trace of procrastination is really inappropriate.

Chen Baiqi, who had just been thinking about not arousing Mengchangjun's suspicion because of his face that was similar to Chen Huanxian, suddenly forgot about it.

Chen Baiqi's heart tightened, and he was about to speak to ease the frozen air: "Chen..."

"Get up and come here."

Meng Changjun's voice was deep and deep, with a hint of lazy toughness, and he suddenly interrupted Chen Baiqi.

She raised her head and glanced at him, seeing that he had a deep expression on his face. She didn't know what he meant, so she could only be cautious in his words and actions.

When Chen Baiqi appeared, her appearance attracted the most attention. Many people thought she looked familiar. After all, many people had seen her dancing last night. However, now that she had washed off her makeup and changed into men's clothes, her temperament had changed too much.

It's so big that many people find it hard to think of it in that direction for a while.

The second was her identity. Although they suspected she was a retainer, they had never seen her before, and Mr. Mengchang didn't seem to have the desire to introduce her. The question of her identity went back and forth in their minds for a while.

Chen Baiqi stood up and looked around, finding that the place was full of people, except that there was a seat next to Lord Mengchang.

He just called her over.

Chen Baiqi approached him hesitantly, paused at his empty seat, and when he saw that Lord Mengchang didn't respond, he knelt down and sat down.

Kneeling quietly beside Mengchang Jun, he found a middle-aged man with a stubble and a decadent look sitting next to him. He had a big frame, but no strong muscles on his body. He was holding a rusty broken sword in his hand.

, the whole person half-opened his eyes, half awake but not awake, half asleep but not asleep, swaying and tapping, as if he didn't care at all who was sitting next to him.

Opposite her sat an old man. He had gray hair and deep wrinkles between his eyebrows. His body was thinner and smaller than hers, as if there was only a skeleton left. He had protruding cheekbones, thin lips and the tip of his nose. He wore a uniform

The thick variegated fur coat made the neck appear thinner and the hands more dry.

Chen Baiqi only glanced at the others briefly and then withdrew her gaze. Only because of the unusual temperament of these two people and because they were sitting close to her, she paid more attention to them.

As soon as he sat down, Chen Baiqi looked at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth.

Before she knew clearly the purpose of Mengchang Jun calling her here, she still waited and watched.

"You have discussed the issue of the Caocheng assassin. Do you have any decision?" Mengchangjun spoke after Chen Baiqi sat down.

Chen Bai raised his eyebrows, tilted his head, glanced at Mengchangjun, and said secretly: Are they discussing Mengchangjun's previous assassination? It's really... speed.

The people below then looked away and resumed their previous quarrels. They were talking nonsense, and some were shouting that they were ants, claiming that no matter how many assassins they had, they were just food for their gang of swordsmen.

There are also those who disagree, claiming that the assassins they met before were just occasional and not routine, so there is no need to be too unfounded.

Of course, there is also the theory of violent means. It is believed that the king was so angry that he laid down his body thousands of miles away, searched out all the people related to or suspected of the assassin, and killed them all. Kill them all.

Only a few of them gave more reliable suggestions.

"Since he is an assassin, he must have a mastermind. The person who practices martial arts has a violent spirit, and hiding it among the guards is a hidden danger. Why not let some of the distrustful people around the lord be temporarily placed under house arrest for interrogation to see if there are any clues?" Na Pengxi

The middle-aged man with the broken copper sword yawned and said as if he was awake.

The scholar with a mean face and fleshless cheeks said: "There is no need to put him under house arrest. The assassins of the Assassin League all receive strict training to resist punishment. It is more appropriate to be beheaded!"

The gray-haired old man who looked like a skeleton shook his body bones and said tremblingly: "I feel that this is inappropriate. This matter can be said to affect the whole body. Now the enemy dares to reach out to the person closest to the lord.

When it comes to people, if you take action rashly, I'm afraid...it will cause the other party to jump over the wall, not to mention that it is difficult to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves, the enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light."

Everyone heard what he said and felt that it made sense.

"If the lord's news is accurate, there are enemies ambushing Caocheng now. Unless the lord doesn't go out from now on, something unexpected will happen."

"With me protecting you, who dares to act arrogantly?"

"It's easy to dodge an open gun, but it's hard to defend against a hidden arrow."

There was a lot of chatter below again, and Mengchang Jun picked his ears impatiently. He glanced sideways at Chen Baiqi, his eyes slightly curved, and whispered: "What can you see?"

Chen Baiqi had never seen such a large group of "strategists" talking as noisily as ducks. While watching it with great interest, she accidentally heard Meng Changjun deliberately lowering his voice to her, and then turned his attention away from them.

The body moved to Lord Mengchang.

There was constant noise and debate in the hall, and I didn't notice Meng Changjun and Chen Baiqi whispering to each other, but even if they saw it, they would deliberately ignore it and pretend not to see it.
To be continued...