Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 727 Jingyuan Received, Inexplicable Letter

"Qing Ning, is everything ready?" Murong Jingxue asked again for confirmation as she walked into Jingyuan.

Qing Ning nodded and waved her fists, "Don't worry, miss, everything is ready, now it's the night, I feel so excited just thinking about it."

Murong Jingxue stepped into the door of the room and asked, "What did that Xia Yuan say?"

Qing Ning pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Mrs. Sun said that everything should be done according to Miss's instructions."

Murong Jingxue breathed a sigh of relief, everything is ready, now it's the night, and she is waiting to see a good show at night.

Murong Jingxue went straight to the bed and sat down, "Qing Ning, pour me a cup of tea."

Qing Ning responded with a smile, walked quickly to the table to pour tea, saw the letter on the table at a glance, picked it up suspiciously, and said in a low voice, "Miss, here is a letter."

Murong Jingxue quickly stood up, walked to Qing Ning's side, and took the letter from Qing Ning's hand. The envelope was blank, and nothing was written on it.

Murong Jingxue opened the envelope and took out a piece of white paper inside, only to see a few large characters written in flying and phoenix dances on it. At midnight, she was seen at the back of the Xiangfu.

Without a signature, who would it be?
Qing Ning leaned her head to have a look, "Miss Yue met you? Could it be the master?"

Murong Jingxue left and shook her head, denying, "It's not Zhan Yuanxuan, but judging from the strength of the word and the way it's written, it's a man who wrote this letter."

Qing Ning doesn't understand these things at all, it's good enough that she can recognize the words above.

"The lady is going to see her or not?" Qing Ning asked curiously.

"If you want to know who he is, of course you have to meet him." Murong Jingxue murmured.

"Then I'll go with Miss." Qing Ning was worried that Miss would be in danger.

"Yeah." Murong Jingxue nodded. After all, the other party didn't know his skills. If he rushed over, in case of danger, two people are better than one.

"Go and call Antian and Andi in."

Qing Ning nodded, and walked away quickly. After a while, An Tian and An Di appeared in front of Murong Jingxue, "Miss, are you looking for us?"

Murong Jingxue put the letter on the table and pondered for a while, "It's dark, did you see anyone enter Jingyuan?"

An Tian and An Di looked at each other, then both shook their heads, "I didn't see it, Miss."

"Then where did this letter come from?" Qing Ning pointed to the envelope on the table and asked loudly.

An Tianhe secretly looked at the envelope on the table, a little dumbfounded, but they really didn't see anyone coming in.

"We didn't see this letter when we went out, but we had it when we came in. This means that at this hour when we were out, someone sneaked into Jingyuan secretly, put this letter on the table, and you sent Master ordered me to guard Jingyuan, how come someone sneaked in and didn't find out?" Qing Ning scolded angrily.

An Tian and An Di hurriedly knelt down, cupped their hands and bowed their heads, "An Tian secretly knows his mistake, please punish me, Miss."

"You guys go out!" Unexpectedly, Murong Jingxue not only refused to punish them, but also let them leave.

In the dark, he was a little uncertain about Murong Jingxue's thoughts, knelt on the spot, not daring to say anything, and not daring to leave.

"Miss asked you to leave, you didn't hear that, did you?" Qing Ning growled in a low voice.

An Tian and An Di didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurried away from the door.

"Miss should punish them severely, after all it was their negligence..." Qing Ning reminded in a low voice.

"It's not their negligence, it's because the martial arts of this person is too high." Throwing down such a sentence, Murong Jingxue walked to the cabinet, rummaged through the cabinet and found the green sword, and she must bring this sword with her when she goes to the appointment at night. sword.

(End of this chapter)