An Zhixian stood by the window, watching Hong Jiu's walking back, and murmured:
"Of course I know how good she is, how could I be her enemy?"
Ling Wu: "Who is the master talking about?"
The sudden voice made An Zhixian turn around in shock:
"When did you come in? Why was there no sound?"
Ling Wu was confused and aggrieved and said:
"I made a sound. I even knocked on the door. The master was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear me."
An Zhixian: "Ahem, can we have dinner?"
Ling Wu: "Thank you for your concern, Master. I've eaten."
An Zhixian walked to the table and sat down, making tea with ease:
"Sit down, I'll come over now, but what's the matter?"
Ling Wu said seriously: "Qin Zongliang, the eldest son of the Duke of Guo, transported the silver from the Xue family's treasure house from Jizhou to Zhuangzi outside the city of the Duke of Guo."
An Zhixian poured Ling Wu a cup of hot tea:
"He is good at picking the day. Now that all eyes are on the city, it will be much safer for him to transport the money."
Ling Wu took it respectfully: "One more thing, Song Yi also arrived in Jizhou yesterday."
An Zhixian: "Song Yi? Is he alone?"
Ling Wu: "There are two of them in total. Song Yi also brought Cao Xian, his close guard since he was a child. The two of them traveled lightly. If we hadn't sent people to keep an eye on several places in Jizhou, we wouldn't have found them."
An Zhixian: "I remember you said that some time ago, another guard of Song Yi named Zhao Xincheng came to Beijing and moved into the old house six years ago?"
Ling Wu: "Yes, I live in seclusion every day. Every few days I will go to a few shops I know well to deliver some small wood carvings. I look like ordinary people."
An Zhixian rubbed his fingers back and forth on the rim of the cup and murmured:
"Three guards, one is with me, one is following Lin Jinyan, and the other one came to Beijing and lived next to that one."
Ling Wu: "Should we send someone to investigate Zhao Xincheng?"
An Zhixian came back to his senses and said: "No need, he is already very skilled, and rash exploration will definitely arouse alertness. As usual, just watch from a distance to know his whereabouts, don't keep an eye on him too closely."
After finishing the business, Ling Wu stood up and left. Seeing that An Zhixian was still frowning in deep thought, he couldn't help but comforted:
"Master, maybe Song Yi sent his guards to follow him just to repay his kindness and not for any purpose. After all, he has a close relationship with Miss Lin, and Miss Lin is so beautiful. He is protecting her and is cleaning up. Today It’s the Chinese New Year, so don’t worry about it, just take a rest.”
After Ling Wu finished speaking, he bowed and left, closing the door thoughtfully.
An Zhixian was comforted by him, but instead of being relieved, he was even more upset.
Beautiful? A close relationship? Repay a favor? How to repay a favor? Can't you agree to marry me with your body? Is it possible that Song Yi is fond of Lin Jinyan?
What about Lin Jinyan? Does she also like Song Yi?
I remember that the last time I asked, she said that she had no intention of entering the palace. Could it be because she already has someone in her heart?
Although Song Yi was from Jianghu and was not worthy of Lin Jinyan in terms of status, the Gu and Lin family's love for Lin Jinyan meant that if she insisted on marrying, the two families would not be in trouble.
What's more, the two brothers Gu Ruizhou and Lin Jinan also have a very good impression of Song Yi.
After thinking wildly, An Zhixian felt even more upset. He got up and walked back and forth in the room, thinking about all kinds of things between Lin Jinyan and Song Yi. After thinking about it, he felt that it was very possible that they were in love, and they had already agreed to each other.
An Zhixian pushed open the window depressedly, took a deep breath of cold air, and forced himself to calm down:
"Who says he has no plans? He has clearly planned for the best."
There was a hint of loneliness and jealousy in his muttering to himself.
The lonely figure is incompatible with the festive scenery outside the window.
(End of chapter)
