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"Lord Qin, I have a question." Zhuo Yibai took the document, but did not rush to write, but looked up at him, "According to what you think, the name written on it is still Zhuo's Yibai?"

A look of surprise flashed across Qin Shangli's eyes, "Remove the Zhuo surname."

Immediately, he returned to his normal state, "How did you know that we are so fussy, my lord?"

"I guess." Zhuo Yibai reached out his hand to wipe off the remaining ink on the white paper.

Qin Shangli looked at the calm young man in front of him, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. He couldn't see any clues from his expression.

Could it be that he really knew something?
"After all, you shouldn't want anyone to know the existence of the Zhuo Family." The young man's slightly dry voice sounded softly, but it was like thunder hitting his heart.

Before Qin Shangli had time to react, the entourage who was waiting for the pen and ink fell backwards, his right arm was hanging down, and it lay limply on the table without any warning.

He looked at the boy in front of him incredulously, "You——!"

There was a muffled sound of "Plop", the window was broken, and a sharp arrow flew out, heading straight for Qin Shangli.

"Young Master, be careful!" The attendant who was guarding the door shouted and rushed towards him.

"Whoosh—" There was the muffled sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh, and the attendant's eyes widened suddenly, and he froze in place, looking at the wound on his chest in disbelief, and bright red blood gushed out.

At the same time, the man in black waiting outside the window had already broken into the house and came towards him.

"Come here. Huh!" His shout was drowned by one hand, and he only managed to utter a few words before his mouth was covered, and his hands were tightly clamped by the man in black behind him.

The attendants who were standing outside the gate of the posthouse rushed in after hearing the sound, but were intercepted by the men in black. The two teams immediately became entangled, unable to tell you from me.

A masked woman was nimble, moving through the crowd, with a long whip in her hand like a poisonous snake, every blow could repel a servant, even the most powerful martial servant in the team couldn't get close to her.

At this moment, Zhuo Yibai didn't pay attention to the changes in the battle situation, he took out a short knife from his arms and placed it on the back of the woman.

Maybe it's because he hasn't healed from his injury, his moves are not unpredictable, but his speed is extremely fast, his attacks are tricky and treacherous, once he finds the right opportunity, he will launch a deadly attack immediately.

"You go first." Ye Zhaoyan snorted, and flicked his whip to force the two attendants back, while blocking the other's sword.

"You alone are no match for them." Zhuo Yibai frowned, his movements were extremely dexterous and quick, but his physical strength was a little weak, but in the blink of an eye, there were several scars on his body.

Seeing this, Ye Zhaoyan became even more impatient, "Don't worry about me, I'll hold them back."

The opponent's footsteps did not move at all.

She raised her eyes and saw Zhuo Yibai's face as pale as frost, and said calmly, "They dare not do anything to me."

At this time, a long knife swept over, almost piercing her arm holding the long sword, "Zheng—" the sharp blade collided with the short knife, and there was a huge sound of gold and iron.

Ye Zhaoyan suffered from pain, staggered on his feet, and almost fell. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a bright light that struck him on the head.

Zhuo Yibai pursed his lips without saying a word, and jumped out to block her.

"Shua—" the sound of a sharp blade tearing the skin came, and Zhuo Yibai's hand holding the short knife shook, blood oozing from the palm of his hand.

He looked up at the man in black, his eyes were sharp, like ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

The man in black was obviously frightened by his appearance, and hesitated for a moment before continuing to attack.

"Why don't you leave?" Ye Zhaoyan asked anxiously.

Zhuo Yibai didn't answer, holding a sword in one hand, his left hand reached for the hidden buckle of his belt, his fingertips moved slightly, and a few dark needles shot out like lightning, stabbing fiercely at the necks of several men in black.

The two men in black froze, with gurgling sounds from their throats, and slowly fell down.

She was just about to remind him to leave quickly, but he suddenly withdrew his hand, stretched out his hand to grab her arm and jumped out of the window.

She was surprised, and subconsciously hugged his arm tightly. There was a sound of broken windows, and the sky appeared in front of her eyes, but she only saw the innocent and harmless face of the young man under the sky.

The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed with a hint of caution, and his eyes were clean without any blemishes.

The arm holding her was strong and strong, and the elegant fragrance on her body was refreshing.

At this moment, she suddenly had a strange feeling.

This kind of tranquility has never been experienced for a long time.

In the next second, she soared into the sky, the cold wind whistling past her ears, and the surrounding scenery quickly retreated.

He hugged her shoulders tightly, stepped on the roof with his toes, and quickly disappeared into the winter mist.

By the time those men in black rushed outside, Zhuo Yibai had already disappeared.

"Chasing!" Qin Shangli gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression.

***
The warm sunset reflects a secluded path, the path paved with bluestone slabs is winding, with towering trees planted on both sides.

At the end of this path, there is a quaint courtyard with a plaque with the word "Changfu" hanging on the lintel.

Not long after, several pots of reddish blood were quietly splashed under the trees outside the backyard. As the smoke from the fireworks slowly drifted away, a faint scent of medicine wafted out.

Seeing the boy's bandaged arm, Ye Zhaoyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Skin trauma, it's nothing serious." Zhuo Yibai spoke calmly, as if he wasn't the one who was injured, and walked out after speaking.

Ye Zhaoyan followed him closely, "Where are you going?"

"I shouldn't be here." Zhuo Yibai turned his head sideways and stared into her eyes, "Even though Emperor Donglin let me go, I'm still a sinner in his heart. The Ye family and I are afraid of being tainted by right and wrong. .”

His voice was clear and gentle, revealing a bit of loneliness.

Ye Zhaoyan was startled, not knowing how to respond, and just about to speak again, he had already passed him, pushed the door out, turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Wait—" Ye Zhaoyan called to him, "Since it is the emperor's order, you don't have to force it. But, you must have your own reasons for escaping this time." She paused, and then added, "They are now I'm still looking for you, so if I go out now, I'm throwing myself into a trap..."

The boy stamped his feet, his back was as straight as a bamboo, and he didn't turn around.

"This is the Chang family's mansion. Although Chang Sheng works in the Ye mansion, he is not the Ye family after all. You hide here for a few days and find a better place. It's not too late to leave." She tried to guide him to the right place. Xiang Xiang said, "What's more, you saved my life, I will definitely repay you, and finding a place to live for you is the best thing to do."

Hearing Ye Zhaoyan's assurance, Zhuo Yibai turned his head to look at her, his clear eyes were like a pool of green pools.

Ye Zhaoyan exhaled lightly, met his slightly hesitant and worried eyes, and felt a little peace of mind in his heart.

"My lord!" Wei Yu's voice came from a distance, it seemed that she lacked strength, but there was no one in sight for a while.

"He was seriously injured, if you don't mind, let him stay temporarily..." Ye Zhaoyan comforted.

"Then we will stay for two days." Zhuo Yibai thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed, "It's just that I don't need to trouble you to go back and forth."

Ye Zhaoyan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that Zhuo Yibai wanted to express his determination to refuse to help him.

She sighed slightly, "I see."

He stepped away, and Ye Zhaoyan stood there watching his slender back gradually drifting away, feeling a little dazed for a moment.