Lu Xun stayed silent for a long time, like a wood.

Ning Nan was so angry that he gave him a fierce look, then said speechlessly: "Let you find a clean room for me? Are you deaf in your ears?"

The dull young man reacted and nodded in panic and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll go find him."

Lu Xun rushed out of the room and disappeared in a flash.

Ning Nanyou waited for a while, and then heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside.

Then he walked out slowly, and then glanced at the young man coming coldly.

I heard Lu Xun panting and said, "Lord... Please come here."

Ning Nanyou looked cold and walked over in the direction he pointed.

Lu Xun hurriedly led him in front of him. The two came to a clean and tidy house, which was cleaned spotlessly, which was completely different from the woodshed just now.

Ning Nanyou finally smiled with satisfaction, then walked into the house and knelt down in front of the desk.

When Lu Xun saw him take his seat, he dared to step forward. After receiving his instructions, he sat silently on the cushion opposite him, and then held the letter in his hand, wanting to speak but stopping.

Ning Nanyou glanced at him, then lowered his head and replied, "You will hand this letter to Zhao Fu tomorrow, so that he can find an opportunity to send it out of the north."

Lu Xun replied: "Here."

After waiting for a long time, Ning Nanyou did not continue to talk.

Lu Xun looked strange and blinked and asked, "Lord...and what? Let Zhao Fu send him out of the north?"

Ning Nanyou nodded.

Lu Xun looked at him dumbly, confused.

Ning Nanyou curled his lips and felt a little tired. It would be great if everyone understood him like Jiang Chengjia. He complained in his heart, but it did not show it on the surface, and just said in a low voice: "It is not certain whether Zhao Fu can send this letter to the north. Someone must have intercepted it in the middle."

Lu Xun said in surprise: "Then... I will arrange more people to protect Zhao Fu."

Ning Nanyou stared at him with a grudge and said, "I understand so clearly what I said? You don't understand yet?"

Lu Xun looked tummy and had no idea what his lord was talking about.

He shook his head dullly, unconsciously scratched his itchy chin, and asked hesitantly: "Lord...what does it mean?"

Ning Nanyou took a deep breath, clenched his fists, his expression a little distorted, as if he was holding his breath.

After a long time, he comforted himself, resisted the urge to get angry, and said repressedly: "My letter is written to Zhou Yuanmo. I believe you have heard from Qian Hui that two black-clad guests appeared in the Protectorate's Mansion. You should guess who these two are?"

Ning Nan paused for a moment and asked carefully.

He was afraid that Lu Xun would say something back, but he didn't know.

The dumb-headed and stupid husband was silent for a while, and his expression seemed a little lonely under the night.

Ning Nanyou sighed without any help, thinking that he didn't know about it.

After a while, Lu Xun said sadly: "My subordinates know that among the guests in black, one is the lord and the other is Zhou Yuanmo."

Listening to his lost and low voice, Ning Nan's thought of blaming him in a hurry was suddenly dispelled.

The house suddenly fell into silence, and both the master and the servant were at a loss.

After a while, Lu Xun said first: "Subordinate, I will give you a good explanation to Zhao Fu. Let Zhou Yuanmo get this letter smoothly."

Ningnan's silent voice.

Lu Xun continued, "Don't worry, lord, my subordinates will no longer be unbearable to Zhou Yuanmo because of their brotherhood. From today on, he will be our enemy."

The noble man opposite did not respond to him and still did not speak.

Lu Xun continued to say to himself: "Lord, whether it is me or Qian Hui, you support your choice."

There was still no answer on the other side.

Lu Xun was a little discouraged. When he was about to bow and leave, Ning Nanyou finally reacted a little. He said lightly: "Chengzhong. Are you really ready? Even if you come tomorrow, Zhou Yuanmo may die at my hands?"

Lu Xun trembled, lowered his eyes, and after a while of silence, he said, "Even so, my subordinates are willing to follow my lord. Because it was Zhou Yuanmo who betrayed our oath first. If my lord wants to kill the traitor, my subordinates will never stop him."

Ning Nanyou smiled and no longer continued this topic.

Lu Xun lowered his head and pondered for a long time, as if he had thought of something, so he said, "But, lord. If in the end, Zhou Yuanmo...repent from the bottom of his heart. My subordinates want to ask lord to spare his life."

Ning Nanyou slowly shook his head and said, "Lu Xun, you have to know. If he abandons us, he will never look back. In this life, he is already strangers to us. Even if he dies, a strong person like Zhou Yuanmo will never give in to us."

A trace of expectation that lit up in Lu Xun's eyes was personally extinguished by Ning Nanyou.

He fell into darkness again.

Ning Nanyou sighed, took out another letter from his arms, placed it on the desk, and pointed at it and said, "I want you to find the Si of Tang Yetai in the border town and hand it over to him. Let him pass it over to his master."

Lu Xun paused, stared at another letter on the desk, and asked: "Fang Si of Shuige Tang Yetai actually came to the border city? Now the Beidi County City is firmly controlled by Deng Qing, and the entry and exit supervision is very strict. How can Fang Si get into the border city?"

There was no difference on Ning Nanyou's face, and he said calmly: "After all, he is Fang Si, a powerful business community. It is easy to avoid the screening of Deng Qing's men. You don't have to be so surprised."

Lu Xun held the letter in his hand and stared at another letter on the desk. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help asking: "Lord... are you planning something big with the man in Jiang's family?"

He suddenly asked this.

Ning Nan was worried. It was difficult for Lu Xun to think of these things in normal times. He always only followed his orders and never asked much. But today it was so abnormal.

The husband pondered for a moment, thinking about whether to tell him his thoughts.

The room became colder, and Ning Nanyou finally chose to hide it.

It is related to Jiang Chengyi, so it is implicated in Jiang Chengjia. The things he wrote in his letter are extremely dangerous, and only the Dongfu Office can do it. Neither the Water Pavilion nor the Yek Pavilion should intervene. Whether it can break the turbulent situation in the capital depends entirely on the success or failure of this matter. If it fails, the Dongfu Office will be in danger, and Jiang Chengjia will be in danger, and there is no need to be a little careless. Therefore, the fewer people know about this, the better.

He sighed silently in his heart, and then said to Lu Xun: "You just need to send these two letters as I told you. Don't worry too much about the rest."

Lu Xun was blocked from speaking, and even if he was full of questions, he couldn't ask any more.

Ning Nanyou rubbed his aches, looked out the window and looked at the sky, then stood up, not intending to stay here.

He walked two steps outside the house, stopped again, turned to look at Lu Xun, and said in a gentle voice: "Tonight, you can sleep well in this room. Chengzhong, I don't want you to feel wronged for me."

The figure of the husband is reflected in the milky white moonlight, slender and upright, like Mount Tai and like a sharp bamboo.

Lu Xun was stunned. When he realized that the figure in front of the room had long disappeared.

The cold autumn wind blew across this small town, sweeping away people's joy, as if deliberately trying to put them in sorrow.

Ning Nanyou returned to Deng Qingke's Mansion and tiptoed back to Jiang Chengjia.

The girl was already sleeping so hard that she knew the world, her calm and quiet breathing sounds, and her delicate and peaceful face, without any worries.

Ning Nanyou hugged her in his arms, and a sourness rose in his heart.

He pretended to be calm in front of Lu Xun, but when he was alone in private, facing Jiang Chengjia, even if she was already asleep, the pain and sadness that was pressing down on her heart immediately dissipated.

That night, he remembered many childhood events.

Thinking of the scene where the old General Yueqi, with him and the Murong brothers, galloped on horseback in the deep mountains, ponds and forests, practicing riding and shooting. I remembered the scene where Zhou Yuanmo was not as stubborn and gloomy as before.

I remembered when nothing had happened yet.

Thinking that my mother had not been insulted by the horse thief, and although my father didn't like him, he still cared about him everywhere.

He closed his eyes, the more he wanted to sweep these memories, the less he could do.

Ning Nanyou hugged the person in his arms tightly, put his forehead against her soft neck, and greedily breathed the breath of her body, and his body trembled unconsciously. Ye Han invaded his bones, and the old disease on his legs seemed to be pulled by his sad emotions and started to hurt.

Ning Nan endured it. After so many years of endurance, he had already gotten used to it, but tonight was a little abnormal.

Somehow, he couldn't help it, and the numb, dry and soreness slowly crawled from his knees towards his legs, becoming more and more painful and more uncomfortable.

His trembling finally made the sleeping girl beside him notice a little.

Jiang Chengjia murmured, gently frowned, opened her confused eyes, and looked at the young man beside her.

I saw that he looked extremely bad, with his eyes closed and biting his lips tightly, as if he had endured some torture.

She was startled, her head was immediately awake, she turned to face him, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is the leg sick again? Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

Ning Nanyou shrank on the bed, and his tall body curled into a ball.

She said anxiously: "Erlang, look at me?"

Jiang Chengjia shook him, but when he saw that he had never responded, he was shocked and immediately sat up from the bed, climbed up his legs with his small hands and gently massaged his knees.

A warmth was transmitted from her palm to his knees, gradually blending into his bone marrow, resisting him with the coldness in his body.

As if there was some magic, although Jiang Chengjia's massage had no effect, it slowly sootheed the shaking husband.

Ning Nanyou gradually calmed down and his body stopped trembling.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at Jiang Chengjia's worried expression, and said with a guilty look: "A Luo... I'm sorry, I woke you up."
Chapter completed!