After the initial panic, Yan Fei, who was dominated by fear that might be drained again, gradually suppressed her fear in her heart as time went by.

She had realized that the book crayon was not a greeting, but not a threat, but a joke, a kind of unscrupulous teasing of the superiors to the subordinates. He just wanted to see himself feeling anxious and unwilling to accept it.

But why do I have to let you get what you want? At worst, I can experience it again. Anyway, I have experience, but I have not. I want to understand the joints and have swept away my previous decadence and restored my previous spirit here.

Xianyang had just experienced a heavy rain on this day. The hot summer days gave people a comfortable and cool feeling. At this time, Yan Fei was bored to move a chair to the windowsill, and supported her arms on the windowsill, boredly watching the number of pedestrians on the street who were slowly increasing because the rain stopped.

Maybe this posture has been maintained for too long, so Yan Fei put her arms flat on the windowsill, and she lay on the windowsill as if she had removed her bones.

"Who will that person be?" Yan Fei thought boredly.

As time went by, Yan Fei's eyes slowly closed, and slight snoring sounds came from her slightly opened red lips.

Suddenly, Yan Fei, who had fallen asleep, was shocked and instantly bounced up, and he hit the wooden stick that was supporting the window. The wooden stick, which was only one foot short, fell down the windowsill.

"Is he showing up?"

She was almost asleep just now, but a feeling of palpitations suddenly came, and she realized that it might be that person who appeared.

Realizing the crisis, Yan Fei hurriedly stuck her head out of the window, and her eyes fell on the top of a boy's head. With a muffled sound, the boy downstairs raised his head in a daze, and at his feet were rolling wooden sticks.

As the culprit, Yan Fei quickly retracted her head. After a moment of pause, Yan Fei leaned her head out the window, and the boy had already walked away, leaving only a vague back.

"Who is he?" Yan Fei said to herself as she looked at the boy whose back was getting blurry.

As the boy left, she found that the feeling of palpitations hidden in her heart slowly disappeared. He was not him, but for herself, would it be like this?

Yan Fei, who was stroking her chest, thought to herself.

If Yanfei could know a story familiar to people in another world, she would definitely think of the answer. As for what that story was, there was probably only one person in this world who could know it.

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"Are you really here?" Duanmu Rong looked at the boy who appeared alone in front of her and couldn't help but say in surprise.

"You are not joking." Ying Zheng, who was attacked by a hidden weapon, did not affect his mood because of this. He took the umbrella that had been put away from Duanmurong's hand and smiled.

"Yes, why did I forget it? I shouldn't have doubted it." Duanmu Rong couldn't hide the smile between her eyebrows and eyes, and said happily.

"Let's go, I will follow your arrangements in the next two hours." Ying Zheng said as he walked forward without any consciousness. His actions had destroyed his promise.

Fortunately, Duanmurong didn't mind at all, but accelerated her pace and chased forward.

"There is a medicinal material market in Xianyang, where there are various medicinal materials from the five countries. Although they are not as good as the medicine depot of the royal palace, they are one of the best places in Qin." Duanmu Rong, who followed Ying Zheng, said.

"So, you are going to that place next?" Ying Zheng said in surprise.

Duanmurong thought about this question for several days, but did she come up with such an answer?

When Duanmurong heard Ying Zheng’s question, she couldn’t help but blush. She knew that her proposal was really bad, but she really couldn’t think of a better place. Although she had lived in Xianyang for five years, she had never visited it. What she could do was to distinguish between east, west, south and north.

"Do you have any good suggestions?" Duanmu Rong couldn't help asking.

"Forget it, since you have said that the next time will be arranged by you, you will naturally have to do what you say." Ying Zheng replied.

This time he left the Qin Palace alone, just at Duanmurong's invitation, and just looked at his prey. But he never thought that the prey was not at all conscious and dared to attack him.

"Yes." Duanmurong responded, not saying anything, and led the way with peace of mind, heading towards the only familiar place she knew.

Two and a half hours later, Duanmurong returned to her residence with a small package, and Nianduan was already waiting for her.

"You didn't go to the palace today?" Nian Duan asked, looking at the small package Duanmurong was carrying.

"No, there is no need to go there every day." Duanmurong, who was dominated by the inexplicable guilty feeling of being a thief, replied.

"You have grown up, and you should have your own secrets, but, Rong'er, I hope you have a sense of ease and don't get too deeply trapped. The person you see is just what he wants you to see, not what he really looks like." Nian Duan could not hold it back after all.

For those people in the palace, Nian Duan thought of it to stay away from it. Those people's hearts were dark. If it were not forcing her, she would never have stayed in Xianyang for such a long time.

"I understand, Master, don't worry, I will remember your instructions." Duanmurong replied very obediently.

"Forget it, you can do it yourself."

Looking at Duanmu Rong, who was well-behaved in front of her, Nianduan felt very tired.

As someone who raised Duanmurong, Nianduan’s understanding of Duanmurong even lies in Duanmurong’s own understanding of herself. How could she not tell whether Duanmurong’s obedience is true or false?

What made Nian Duan even more heartbreaking was that Duanmurong actually learned to lie. It was also from Duanmurong's age that Nian Duan didn't understand, and where was the motive for Duanmurong's lies?

What made her even more desperate was that she saw some clothes from the gap in the small bag that Duanmurong was holding. It would be fine if it was just ordinary clothes, but that piece of clothes was unusual.

It was precisely because of that unusual piece of clothing that Nian Duan completely gave up his struggle.

There was no more help. Nian Duan thought to himself.

Jian Nianduan finally stopped asking questions, Duanmu Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't want her master to know the truth, she didn't want to deceive her master like this. Now that the master can stop asking questions, Duanmu Rong was completely relieved, otherwise such a dilemma would really make her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Duanmurong, who carefully placed the package on the bed, did not rush to open the package, but took out another thing from her arms.

This is a square jade token with extremely exquisite carvings on it. In addition, its material is the top-notch Lantian jade, which has made the value of this jade token rise sharply, but Duanmurong doesn't care about it. What really makes her care about is the two words on the front and back of the jade token.

"This is you, this is me." Duanmu Rong said with a jade plaque and a faint smile.

Then he hung the jade plaque on his waist and walked slowly in the room. His eyes were occasionally turned to the jade plaque on his waist. Without a glance, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He walked around the room with endless pleasure.
Chapter completed!