It was a spring night, the perfect time for roosters to crow and dogs to steal.
A black shadow floated down from the back wall of Fan Manor like a leaf. It landed without a sound, brushed off the dust on its body, and disappeared into the night. This person was, of course, Fan Xian. As he walked through the night, he wondered why there was no such thing as a true Qinggong that could cover a distance of thirty feet. Every time he climbed up the wall, he would get covered in dust.
Although the capital was bustling, there were very few places that still had lights at night. For example, there was Walong Alley, where there was a night market and a variety show. Another example was the pool by the Liujing River, where there were lights on the riverside in the middle of the night to welcome guests onto the boats. Most of the other streets were dark. Only the faint lights from the houses next to them would occasionally shine through the cracks in the doors of the houses and onto the streets made of limestone, forming a thin, dark line.
Fan Xian walked through these indistinct and invisible lines, running in the dark. The cool night wind hit his slightly hot face, and it felt very comfortable. It didn't take long before he arrived at the alley next to the royal courtyard that he had visited earlier in the day. Looking at the small building in the courtyard, he frowned. There had to be some palace guards around. In Wu Zhu's words, he was at most a seventh-level neigong cultivator, and a third-level neigong cultivator with exquisite control. If he wanted to rush in without alarming these masters, he had to be very careful.
He had to see Miss Lin. Although he didn't know her full name, he had to tell her who he was, who she would marry in the future, and most importantly, her illness.
It was quiet in the dark night. The sound of the night watchman had just started, and it would not be heard again for a while. Occasionally, there would be the sound of frogs croaking, which was slightly out of season. Fan Xian stood quietly behind the wall at the mouth of the alley, adjusting the zhenqi in his body. He let the Tyrannical zhenqi slowly cover his entire body. With his lower back as the pivot, he perfectly controlled every part of his muscles and consciousness.
He didn't know if Wu Zhu was beside him, but he knew that he couldn't rely on Wu Zhu for the rest of his life. No matter how powerful Uncle Wu Zhu was, there would be times when he could not take care of her. Otherwise, her mother would not have died back then. He rubbed his hands on his clothes to make sure there wasn't too much sweat on them. Then, he found an inconspicuous spot on the back wall of the royal courtyard. Zhenqi slowly seeped out of his palms, and then retracted from the edge of his palms, forming a small depression. Just like when he was climbing the cliff outside Danzhou Harbor, he easily attached himself to the wall and slowly climbed up.
This wall was two meters high, and it would be difficult for an ordinary expert to jump over it. Moreover, the wall was smooth, so the Imperial Guard's defense here was the weakest. No one would have guessed that the person who came to steal the incense today was actually a Spiderman.
Climbing to the top of the wall, Fan Xian put one hand on the wall and used the other to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead. He thought, Why did he have to take such a big risk just to see his wife? But now was not the time for regret. Looking up at the sky, he saw that Mei Yue'er was about to disappear into the clouds, and he couldn't help but feel happy.
The silver light suddenly dimmed, and with a whoosh, Fan Xian had already landed silently in the garden. Like a leopard cat, he burrowed into the dense thicket, using the trees to hide his tracks. This entire series of movements changed from a straight fall to a rush forward. Surprisingly, it didn't make too much noise. It was all thanks to the strict training Wu Zhu had given him in Danzhou.
In reality, there weren't many guards in the courtyard, and it was almost midnight, so they were even more lax. He could hear that there seemed to be someone still awake at the front door, but there was no one patrolling the garden. Fan Xian let out a sigh of relief, and carefully walked to the bottom of the small building. Raising his head, he found that the lights in the building had long been extinguished, and it was completely dark. He wondered if she had fallen asleep.
The door downstairs was closed, and he didn't know if the old nanny would still be poisoned and wake up in the middle of the night to pay her respects. So Fan Xian forced a smile and gave up on this path. Turning outside the building, he slowly used the zhenqi in his hands to grip onto the wooden pillar and climbed up. When he reached the top, the second floor of the wooden pavilion protruded out. It was about two feet long. Fan Xian let out a light breath and stretched out his hand to feel around. He felt a small crack, and using his index and middle fingers, he swung his body and was suspended in the air. Using his waist and abdomen as leverage, he swung up like a bat and stuck tightly to the outside of the window.
Fan Xian believed that the girl in the window must have understood the meaning of the last words he had said during the day, so with a face full of confidence and a smile, he gently pulled the window … it didn't move. He used a little more strength and pulled the window again … it still didn't open!
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Lin Wan'er had gone to bed early, but she couldn't sleep. She lay under the soft blanket, her hands clutching the corners of the blanket. Her eyes were wide open in the dark, staring at the ceiling above her head. No one knew what she was thinking.
She immediately heard the movement outside the window, and her heart tightened. She didn't know what to do. She had never imagined that the young man would be so daring as to sneak into the royal courtyard in the middle of the night. She should have called for help, but she thought that if the guards rushed over, the beautiful young man would probably be sentenced to death. So she couldn't bear to do it. Biting her lip, she didn't know what to do.
"It's a good thing the window is closed." She comforted herself, thinking that as long as the young man couldn't come in, he would naturally retreat. That way, she wouldn't have to face a situation she didn't want to think about, and the young man wouldn't have to bear such a heavy crime.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as she wished. There was a soft creak from the window, and it was pushed open. A young man dressed in black flipped in from outside, holding a slender dagger painted black. Lin Wan'er saw this scene through the gauze curtain, and she unconsciously wanted to cry out. But when she saw that face, that clean and untainted face she had seen on the altar of the Temple of Qing, she didn't know why, but she swallowed her cry.
Fan Xian moved quickly, without a trace of the shyness a young boy should have in his first love. He turned around and closed the window, then walked to the bedside and pulled back the gauze curtain. A faint fragrance began to spread through the room.
Lin Wan'er felt a little dizzy, but after smelling the faint fragrance, she immediately woke up. Only then did she realize that the young man had used a sleeping incense. She was shocked. Could this person be … the legendary rapist?
Endless regret began to well up in Lin Wan'er's heart. She opened her mouth, ready to call for help.
Fan Xian did not feel this way at all. He was just happily preparing to wake the girl up. Unexpectedly, when he looked, the girl was still awake. A frightened expression appeared in her originally confused eyes, and her mouth was wide open. Was she preparing to call for help? He immediately woke up. His body floated, and he knelt on one knee on the bed. He covered Lin Wan'er's mouth with one hand.
His palm touched her soft lips, and it felt ticklish.
"Don't shout, don't shout." This was the first time in Fan Xian's life that he had stolen incense, and he couldn't help but feel a little inexperienced. "It's me, it's me, it's me."
Lin Wan'er seemed to see that the young man didn't mean any harm. She gradually calmed down. Fan Xian moved his hand away and said quietly, "Don't shout."
Lin Wan'er suddenly thought of the two strange fragrances, and asked anxiously, "What did you do to my servant girl?" Because the servant girl was sleeping on the bed next to them, she should have woken up after the commotion. Fan Xian explained quietly, "It's nothing. This incense has the effect of calming the mind. It's not harmful to the body. I just wanted her to sleep."
Lin Wan'er felt a little more at ease. Looking at the clean, smiling face in front of her, she was a little happy, but also a little afraid. Who was this person, and what was his identity? Seeing the fear in her eyes, Fan Xian felt sorry for her. "Don't be afraid. I'm the doctor from this morning. Didn't I say before I left that I would come back tonight?"
Lin Wan'er suddenly smiled sweetly. "Didn't you tell me to close the window?" Seeing this beautiful woman suddenly smile, Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat. Looking at her lips again, he had other thoughts. At that moment, he suddenly felt something cold on his neck.
A dagger, gleaming with cold light. The hilt was in Lin Wan'er's hand, and the blade rested on Fan Xian's neck.
Lin Wan'er looked at him, and suddenly her heart softened. "I don't care who you are. If you leave now, I promise I won't pursue this matter."
With the cold dagger on his neck, Fan Xian's face was still smiling. He looked at her and said softly, "I'll leave in a moment. I just came to see you today." After saying this, he took out a package wrapped in oiled paper from his bosom, completely ignoring the sharp knife wound on his neck. Lin Wan'er, on the other hand, was afraid that she would accidentally cut him, and subconsciously moved her sword a little further away.
Fan Xian tore open the oilpaper and took out a fragrant chicken leg. Bringing it to her lips, he laughed. "That day at the temple of Qing, I ate one of your chicken legs. I knew you liked it, so I brought it here for you."
Lin Wan'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She wondered what kind of time it was for this young man to be so mischievous. If the guards found out a strange man was in her room, both of them would be finished. With a trembling voice, she said, "Please, leave."
Fan Xian was going to play along with Xiaoyan's routine, but seeing Miss Lin in such a panic, his heart softened. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." As soon as he said this, he felt something was wrong. Why did it sound like the lines of the rapists in the wuxia novels of his previous life?
As expected, Lin Wan'er's expression changed. She put the dagger to his neck and said in a trembling voice, "I don't care who you are. If you try to insult me with words, I'll cut you."
Fan Xian realized that sneaking into a woman's room was indeed something that would ruin her reputation. But looking at Miss Lin's determined expression, he couldn't help but wonder if she was going to murder her husband.
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