Dressed as the mistress of the Hou family, I became the white moonlight in the Beijing circle

"Is there a thief?"

Fang Xu frowned and said suspiciously, "Not to mention Zeng Tianya and Yun Heng guarding the gate, there is Ye Ming outside our Chengyuan, what kind of thief can break in?"

Su Zi raised his hand and pointed outside, and whispered, "But there is light in the small kitchen. It's impossible for Ye Ming to sneak in and eat, right?"

Seeing that Su Zi was afraid, Fang Xu stepped on his shoes, casually pulled on a coat and put it on his body, walked to the window and looked along her fingertips.

Seeing the light in the small kitchen, Fang Xu's face darkened and he said softly, "Go and find Baiji and find out who is inside."

Su Zi nodded hurriedly and responded in a low voice, "Yes, Madam, please hide, don't go out!"

After giving instructions to Fang Xu, Su Zi quietly opened the door and walked towards the penthouse next door in the dark.

Bai Ji, who was sleeping soundly, was shaken up by Su Zi. He looked at her sleepily and asked, "Are you sleepwalking in the middle of the night?"

Su Zi angrily punched her lightly and lowered his voice and said, "Stupid woman, go and have a look in the small kitchen. There is light inside, maybe there is a thief!"

"Who is a good thief who leaves the warehouse instead of stealing in the kitchen?" Bai Ji was not awake yet, so he casually prevaricated, "It's probably because Ye Ming was hungry in the middle of the night and went in to rummage for something to eat."

Seeing that she was drowsy, Su Zi held her breath and pulled her up from the bed, "How could Ye Ming be such a person? Madam ordered you to go over. If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid you will be punished!"

When he heard the lady calling him, Bai Ji regained some sense and pinched his thighs hard, barely regaining consciousness. He quickly stood up, put on his clothes, and tiptoed outside with Su Zi.

They looked more like thieves than the people in the small kitchen.

After leaving the penthouse, Bai Ji saw his wife standing in front of the window, the moonlight shining on her, her face was frighteningly white.

Bai Ji was startled and covered his mouth hard to prevent himself from screaming.

Fang Xu frowned slightly, and when he saw her coming out, he raised his chin in the direction of the kitchen.

Bai Ji understood, bent down, lifted up his pants, and pulled out the dagger tied to his calf. The moonlight fell, and the tip of the knife shone with a cold light.

Bai Ji slowed down his pace, looked cold, and walked softly towards the small kitchen.

Su Zi also followed her, but in a different direction. Her target was Ye Ming who was on duty outside the door.

I don't know how many thieves there are, but they secretly called Ye Ming, so that Baiji would have a better chance of winning.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Bai Ji slipped behind the window and opened it gently. Before she could see clearly what was inside, a cold light flashed through.

Bai Ji's heart sank, he realized something was wrong and ran away immediately.

The next moment, a long sword pierced the window paper. Even if Baiji dodged quickly, it almost hurt her face.

The person who came here is definitely not Ye Ming.

Bai Ji straightened his expression, held the dagger tightly, rushed to another window, opened it, and stepped in.

The long sword came next, with a cabinet blocking his back, and there was no way out. Baiji gritted his teeth and blocked it with a dagger, which made his palms numb.

The man seemed to be interested. His skills were clearly above Baiji's, but he didn't move his killing moves, as if he was deliberately teasing her.

Baiji gritted his teeth and tried his best to move, but he was still at a disadvantage.

Two breaths later, the door to the small kitchen was pushed open forcefully.

Ye Ming pushed the door open and happened to see Bai Ji fighting with the thief. His face suddenly turned cold, he ducked in front of the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife, and joined the fight.

With one against two, the man was still able to do it with ease and didn't take the two of them seriously at all.

When Fang Xu arrived, the man was holding the sword across Bai Zhi's neck. Ye Ming took advantage of him and swung the kitchen knife at his forearm.

The man was injured and in pain, and the hand holding the sword trembled.

"stop!"

Fang Xu shouted coldly and stopped the movements of the three people present. The three of them were stunned and turned to look at Fang Xu.

Through the moonlight, Fang Xu also saw the appearance of the man.

It was the strange old man who secretly ate chicken legs in the back mountain of Deyang Temple.

"...Is it you?" Fang Xu looked at the long sword on Bai Ji's shoulder, his brows knitted into a knot, and he said coldly, "Tell me your conditions. As long as you can let her go, I'll be satisfied."

The old man was stunned, then blinked, ignoring the pain in his arm, and asked in a low voice, "Seriously?"

Fang Xu nodded, his eyes fixed on the long sword, "Of course, I will do what I say."

"Madam..." Bai Ji had tears in his eyes and was filled with regret. He only regretted that he had not practiced Kung Fu well and that his wife had been threatened by this thief.

"Tell me how to make chicken legs delicious."

After the words fell, everyone except the old man was startled.

"...That's it?" Fang Xu couldn't believe it and asked in a low voice, "You're not here to steal anything?"

The old man was stunned after hearing this, looked around, frowned and asked, "What is there worth stealing?"

"I just heard what you said today, and I wanted to come over and see what delicious food you have." The old man put back his sword, pointed to the plate on the table, and whispered, "There are two roasted pigeons over there. It tastes good."

Fang Xu looked along his fingertips, frowning even more tightly, "That... is leftover food."

The old man ignored Fang Xu's words and stared at her, as if he must wait for a recipe.

Fang Xu looked back and inadvertently glanced at the jade pendant tied around the old man's waist. His eyes darkened, "I was just talking nonsense. I know nothing about cooking. The chef has always cooked in the house."

Hearing this, the old man's face instantly darkened, he clenched the hilt of his sword and said nothing.

Seeing how frighteningly dark his face was, Fang Xu remained silent and asked softly, "The chef in my house is very good at cooking. He has been the royal chef since our ancestors. Why don't we let you try his other dishes tomorrow?"

Fang Xu's words reached the old man's ears, and his expression suddenly turned from cloudy to clear, "Really?"

Fang Xu nodded and said calmly, "Before that, I have to treat your wounds first."

As soon as he said this, the old man remembered the injury on his arm. He lowered his head and saw that blood was seeping out. "No need, this small injury is not a problem."

Fang Xu looked expressionless, looked at him coldly, and whispered, "Perhaps you have heard of tetanus?"

The old man was stunned and looked at her with his head tilted, confusion in his eyes.

Fang Xu sighed helplessly and whispered, "Bai Ji, go and open the door of the Medicine Pavilion."

Bai Ji glanced at the old man, exchanged glances with Ye Ming, and turned to leave.

Fang Xu looked at him and motioned for him to follow Ye Ming, with a cold tone, "Follow him to the lobby, I will give you medicine."

"No need." The old man refused in a deep voice, with a serious face, which was really scary.

"If you still want to live, stop talking nonsense." Fang Xu rolled his eyes at him, his tone unkind.

The old man paused, and although he looked dissatisfied, he still raised his feet and followed Ye Ming.

Not for anything else, just for tomorrow’s chicken legs.

Fang Xu looked at his back and called out coldly, "Prince Rong."

The old man didn't stop walking and didn't even turn his head, as if he didn't hear Fang Xu's voice at all.

Seeing that he didn't respond to her, Fang Xu curled her lips and smiled, laughing at her own stupidity.

How could a majestic king give up for a chicken leg?