Chapter 71

Gong Xiaohua looked at the person in front of her and didn't react for a moment.

Nangong Jue, who was on the side, looked at the man who suddenly appeared and then at Gong Xiaohua. He asked, "Do you know each other?"

Gong Xiaohua ignored him.

Qin Chuyuan saw that Gong Xiaohua didn't answer his question and walked straight towards her.

When the man approached, Gong Xiaohua regained her senses and asked, "How did you come here?"

"Business trip, just passing by," Qin Chuyuan replied with a stubborn tone.

"Oh, I'm on duty. If you're not in a hurry, you can find a place to rest at the inn," Gong Xiaohua whispered.

"He is your lover?" Nangong Jue interrupted when he sensed something off between the two.

Gong Xiaohua gave him a deadly stare, and Nangong Jue awkwardly touched his nose and said, "Forget I asked. You two talk, I'll come back tomorrow." After speaking, he climbed over the wall and left on his own.

Qin glanced at the man in the green clothes who had climbed over the wall, pondered for a moment, and then walked up to Qin Chuyuan and Gong Xiaohua, saying:

"Young master, Miss Gong, the man in the green clothes who just came is probably Nangong Jue, the number one ranked killer on the Jianghu Killer Leaderboard. He is also the top-ranked killer in the Wuji Sect, known as the Traceless Young Master."

"This person is a famous martial arts genius in the Jianghu, and also a well-known martial fanatic. He defeated many top experts on the killer leaderboard with the folding fan in his hand, and no one has surpassed him to this day."

"The Wuji Sect?" Gong Xiaohua asked in confusion.

"The Wuji Sect is a famous killer organization in the Jianghu. The two assassination attempts you encountered earlier were sent by the Wuji Sect. Their organization has a characteristic of never giving up."

"This county magistrate is really relentless in pursuing his goals."

"The green-clothed man who came this time is probably targeting Lord Li and you. It's a trouble to have him around. How do you plan to deal with it?" Qin Chuyuan asked.

"Are you worried about me?"

"No, no, I just don't want the emperor to randomly choose a marriage partner for me."

"Oh, don't worry. After spending a few days with him, I have some understanding of him. He has a simple mind. As long as I challenge him and win, he will naturally retreat."

"Do you have confidence in defeating him?"

"No." "Then why do you want to fight?" Qin Chuyuan asked anxiously.

"Well, if I can't win, we can gang up on him. I don't have to act like a righteous person."

Everyone: ???

At this moment, a voice came from inside the room, "Xiaohua, who is it outside?"

Upon hearing this, Gong Xiaohua immediately turned around and said to the room, "Reporting to Lord Li, Qin Chuyuan, the Fifth Young Master of the Qin family, has arrived."

Qin Chuyuan's face darkened. The words "Qin family's Fifth Young Master" sounded so harsh when they came out of Gong Xiaohua's mouth.

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

Lord Li walked in from outside and saw Qin Chuyuan, who was covered in dust. He smiled and said, "Ah, Qin kid, you've come. Did you come all this way just to visit Xiaohua?"

"I have seen Lord Li." Qin Chuyuan calmly greeted Lord Li.

"Hehe, no need to be so formal. Young people are full of energy, and adults understand that," Lord Li said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he turned to Gong Xiaohua and said, "Xiaohua, it's rare for Qin to travel thousands of miles to see you. Don't work today and spend some time with him."

Gong Xiaohua? Well, she and Master Qin are not what you think, except for their upcoming fake marriage.

"Sir, there's no need. He came here on a business trip and happened to pass by this place."

Qin Chuyuan's face darkened again. He had dug himself a hole and was now regretting it.

"Cough, yes, Lord Li, I am here on the orders of the King to conduct on-site assessments of military and political affairs in Sishui Prefecture."

He remembered that going to Sishui Prefecture didn't involve passing through Nanlong Prefecture.

Lord Li glanced at Gong Xiaohua, then at Qin Chuyuan, and understood. The former seemed a bit simple, while the latter was stubborn.

Lord Li didn't expose anything. Young people's affairs should be resolved by themselves.

"By the way, what were you discussing just now?"

"Reporting to Lord Li, we were discussing the assassins we have encountered recently, as well as the man in green who comes every day. They are all members of the same organization called the Wuji Sect," Gong Xiaohua said.

"Oh? Previously, I heard you say that the previous assassin, The Worrying Ghost, was a member of the Da Wei Dynasty's palace and also a member of the Wuji Sect."

"Yes, Lord."

"It seems that this Wuji Sect is not simple. How is Yu Wei and the others monitoring the Prefectural Governor's Mansion going?"

"We have already discovered some unfamiliar individuals who frequently enter and leave the Prefectural Governor's Mansion at night. Yu Wei and his team are secretly following them, and I believe we will have news soon."

"Good, keep an eye on them over there. It won't be long before we can close the net." "Yes, Lord."

...

At night, Qin Chuyuan found a room at the post station.

He sat at the table, one hand resting on his leg, and the other hand on the table, tapping his fingers up and down.

Qin Yi stood behind his young master, observing him deep in thought, occasionally furrowing his brows, clearly encountering a difficult problem.

He didn't dare to speak, afraid of disturbing his young master's thoughts.

Suddenly, he saw his young master turn his head, looking at him with hopeful eyes, and asked, "Qin Yi, tell me, how can you make someone understand your feelings?"

Qin Yi was dumbfounded. As the leader of the secret guards, the first and foremost rule was to cut off all romantic feelings. Most of the time, he was responsible for training and cultivating new secret guards in the mansion.

And collecting intelligence for his young master. He didn't have time to study the matters of love between men and women.

If you asked me about secrets in the martial world or some martial arts techniques, I could give you some guidance.

But how should I answer about this girl's feelings? My mind was quickly spinning.

"Well, young master, why don't you directly express your feelings to Miss Gong?"

Qin Chuyuan gave Qin Yi a cold look in response to his suggestion.

Qin Yi received his young master's gaze and knew that his answer was unsatisfactory. So he also put on a troubled expression.

"Young master, why don't I call those few guys over to give you some advice? They are around your age and may have good ideas."

A few hidden guards lurking in the shadows? Leader, you truly are a great leader to us. The holes you can't fill, let us fill them for you. None of us have had any contact with the young lady.

Qin Yi, seeing that the young master didn't respond but also didn't object, understood that the young master had given his tacit approval.

With a clap of his hands, the guards had no choice but to emerge from the corners of the room and stand before Qin Chuyuan, bowing and saying, "Greetings, young master."

"Hmm."

"The question the young master just raised, you all heard it individually. Take it seriously and think of any good ideas that can help the young master."

The guards looked at each other, and one of them said, "Young master, in books, people often write poems to express their feelings to someone they like. How about you write a few poems to send to the palace girl? When she sees them, she will surely understand your intentions."

"Write poems?"

"Young master, that's a good idea. There's a line from a poem, something like 'Jianjia is lush and green, white dew turns into frost. The so-called beloved is by the water's edge.'"

"Yes, yes, that's the line."

At night, Qin Chuyuan spent the entire night writing poems at the post station, crumpling them up and writing again.

Finally, just before dawn, he managed to write a poem after much difficulty. However, when it was time to bid farewell to Gong Xiaohua, he still held the poem in his hand and couldn't bring himself to give it to her.