The Regent's Sweetheart

Chapter 739 I don't think you look like a Ming person.

——After half an hour.

When Lin Jiaojiao arrived at Sanlipo with Eleven, the moon was already in the sky, so it was easy to find someone on a night when the moon was not dark and the wind was high.

Not far from them, stood a figure. Due to the distance, the face of that person could not be seen clearly, and it was only determined by the outline that it was a person.

"May I ask your honorable name?" Lin Jiaojiao spoke first, without the slightest timidity.

The reason why she only brought Eleven to the meeting was because she was afraid that this person would not come out, but she was not stupid, she kept shadow guards within one mile, and with Eleven's personal protection, the risk was reduced.

In addition, she also had another guess, although she didn't know if this person was a friend, but she knew that this person was not an enemy.

If this person is a member of the Taiping Dao, then it is impossible to leave a letter to cause trouble, let alone use such a simple trick to trick someone here to kill him.

So this is not a person of the Taiping Dao, which reduces the probability of being an enemy.

"Under the Qingfeng." A man's voice came, which sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Or maybe it was just her illusion, it seemed that this person was the one they were looking for.

After saying that, Qingfeng walked towards them, walking slowly, Eleven immediately clenched the hilt of the sword, as long as this person makes a move, the sword can be pulled out immediately!
Qingfeng stopped three steps away from her. Under the bright moonlight, she saw his appearance, dressed in green clothes, standing like a black bamboo, with a slight smile on his face.

This smile seemed quite kind, and he bowed to her: "Princess is well."

As soon as she heard the voice of the princess, she knew that this person was indeed waiting for her!His heart sank slightly, but he still spoke: "Young Master Qing, we smart people don't speak dark words, what do you want, Young Master?"

"Oh?" Qingfeng smiled, took a look at her attire, and teased: "Wangfei's attire doesn't look like a bright person."

Lin Jiaojiao: "..."

She did wear a night gown, also for the sake of secrecy.

Perhaps because she didn't speak, Qingfeng restrained his smile, and said: "I have nothing else to ask, if the princess wants to know the truth, I will follow."

After Qingfeng finished speaking, he bowed his hands again, then turned to lead the way.

When Lin Jiaojiao thought about it again and again and planned to follow, Eleven stopped her worriedly.

"Princess! Watch out for explosions!"

She patted the back of Eleven's hand and said, "It's okay."

This is said with some confidence, probably because of intuition, and it is because of sufficient preparation that he has the confidence.

Qingfeng walked ahead, leading them through a path full of weeds to a desolate small courtyard.

The weeds in the small courtyard were already knee-high, and only the grass on the road to the door was trampled down. Qingfeng pushed open the dilapidated door very skillfully, and then lit a candle with a torch.

The light of the candle suddenly illuminated a large area, and Qingfeng said: "Princess, please."

After entering the house, Lin Jiaojiao felt that the house would collapse at any moment. In a dilapidated room, there was only a bed, and there was a man on the bed.

The clothes on the man's body were torn, with dried blood stains, he hadn't walked in, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

And I don't know whether the person on the bed is dead or alive, but if you observe carefully, you can still see that it is because of the ups and downs of breathing.

Qingfeng dripped two drops of wax on the corner of a wooden table, then dipped the candle on the corner of the table, then looked at her, and introduced: "Princess, this person is the coordinator who was imprisoned in the inner prison by the Department of Internal Security." One of the exams, Zhongshu Ling, Shen Nan."

(End of this chapter)