The Second Volume of Case within a Case: The Granary of Heaven Chapter 15: Nangong VS Hou Xian

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  The Royal Granary was used to store the tribute rice from Qingzhou, which was said to be the main grain-producing state of the Xuan Yuan dynasty, ensuring the food supply for the entire Xuan Yuan dynasty. Because of its favorable weather conditions, the Xuan Yuan dynasty had surplus grain to aid neighboring small countries, such as Donglai, which suffered from a maritime disaster.

  Jia Mingkai, is he going to Qingzhou? However, the imperial grain warehouse belongs to the court, and the price of rice is also set by the court. He can't buy at a low price and sell it to the court at a high price. What does Jia Mingkai want with the grain warehouse? Is he planning a rebellion? Does the Feng family want to rebel?

  My whole body trembled with fear, thinking that it seemed a bit far-fetched, and I guessed he didn't have the guts to do it either. The Feng family wouldn't be so arrogant. If they were greedy, they would be all over the place. What if it was me? How would that cheap and greedy Su Qingya behave? That's right, just underreport the production quantity and then secretly sell it, a risk-free business!

  "Madam... Did you help Old Master Chun out of trouble today?"

  I immediately hung my head, and somehow I felt that Nangong Qiuyue was like a little nine who came to ask for punishment. Jia Mingkai is a member of the Feng family, and if I offended Jia Mingkai today, it means I offended the Feng family people. From any aspect, the Chunyu family is an enemy of the Feng family, let alone Chunyu Xiangxiang being a fool.

  Keep quiet and think of a way to escape.

  "Madam, you're worrying too much, the Feng family has no intention of taking over the grain depot."

  Did he see through me?

  "Unintentional?" He couldn't help but look up at Nangong, who was about 1.7 or 1.8 meters tall, with a calm and elegant face that reached just below his chin. His expression was as usual, what had he talked to Qingya about, and now what kind of intention did he have towards me?

  Ask clearly, otherwise it's annoying.

  "Ma'am, what's on Autumn Leaf's face?"

  I took a look around, the night was quiet and deserted, with no one in sight. Beside me was the artificial lake of the Imperial Palace, and by the lake stood a pavilion. I pulled him along as we headed towards the pavilion.

  The hem of my garment fluttered with my anxious footsteps, and recently my body seems to have become lighter, often walking as if flying.

  Nangong Qiuye silently allowed me to pull him, his arm under his sleeve was strong and hard.

  "When did you find out?" I let him go and asked with a slap on his face.

  A dragonfly flew between us, its transparent wings shining with a silver-white light in the moonlight, like an elf, beautifully catching people's eyes.

  "You're distracted."

  Nangong Qiuye's voice pulled back my gaze that had wandered off with the dragonfly. He looked at me lightly: "This is the biggest difference between you and your wife, you are easily distracted." Suddenly, he raised his hand, and his sleeve brushed in front of my eyes. The dragonfly was already placed in front of me. From start to finish, his gaze did not leave my face.

  The dragonfly in Nangong Qiuyue's fingers trembled its wings, making a "hissing" sound in the quiet night. I gently took it over and released it, watching as it bathed again in the moonlight, donning silver clothes.

  "Even if it's amnesia, some of a person's habits won't change. You and Qingya are completely different. She's calm, you're impulsive, she's picky about food, you'll eat anything, she likes simplicity, you like luxury...and there's one more thing that's the biggest difference..." Nangong Qiuyue furrowed her thick and clean eyebrows, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

  "What is it?" I couldn't help but ask.

  Nangong Qiuyue's gaze fell on my face again: "You love to smile."

  I slightly paused, turned sideways, with one hand behind my back. The bright moon in the lake was as still as a silver plate. A dragonfly lightly landed on the plate and created ripples.

  "She's just feeling depressed in her heart and can't smile."

  "It seems you know her well, but she doesn't know you."

  "Of course, I understand... how could..." Suddenly stopped herself from speaking out of turn.

  "What's wrong?"

  Nangong Qiuyue asked softly, her husky voice full of magnetism, tempting you to open your heart to her. Suddenly, a purple figure flashed before my eyes, and I immediately raised my hand: "Look! Hou Xuan!" Hurry up and change the subject.

  "How can he still not leave!" Beside me was the angry voice of Nangong Qiuyue, I secretly glanced at him and found that his body emitted a killing aura.

  Hou Xian flew down from the wall on one side, seemingly unaware of our presence. As he was about to step on the moon in the lake, I suddenly shouted out of place: "Hou Xian, are you having fun?"

  Then!

  "Bang!"

  Water splashes everywhere.

  I still remember looking at my astonished expression before the backstroke fell into the water, and he actually froze on the water for a moment like a miracle before falling into the water.

  Covering her face and giggling, this young man was slightly shorter and thinner than Nan Gong Autumn Moon, about 1.72 meters tall. Even the rumored martial arts master had moments of clumsiness.

  " Splash!" Another loud sound of water, the water flowers under the moonlight are like suddenly blooming lotus flowers, and Hou Xuan jumped out from the heart of the flower, with a small fish on top of his high bun.

  He fell to the shore, effortlessly raised his hand to catch a small fish, then elegantly threw it out, shook his shirt, and didn't have the slightest bit of dishevelment.

  "Hou Xuan! You're climbing the wall again!" Nangong Qiuyue shouted in a low voice, stopping Hou Xuan who was about to leave. Hou Xuan turned around, his wet clothes clinging to his body, sensually outlining his physique, but at the same time making him appear smaller by one circle.

  He crossed his arms over his chest, raised an eyebrow and glanced at me and Nangong. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he snorted out a breath from his nose: "Looks like today is disturbing the two of you in your romantic moment."

  "Later generations, although Madam has given you freedom, you should also be restrained and not spend every night in the brothels, what kind of dignity is that!"

  "My affairs are none of your business, you little husband."

  At that moment, the air temperature suddenly dropped, and a chill ran down his spine. Nan Gong's face sank, his eyelids slightly lowered, but he couldn't hide the sharp glint in his eyes.

  "Hmph, what's this? Want to fight?" Hou Xian casually rolled up his sleeves and sneered with a smile, "Can you handle it?"

  So arrogant.

  Looking at Nan Gong Qiu Yue again, he didn't move. He wouldn't fight with Hou Xuan. How could the matured Nan Gong Qiu Yue do something so childish?

  "Just right, Lao Ye's hand recently..." Before Hou Xian could finish his sentence, a sword scabbard suddenly brushed past his face and flew towards his back. With a "ka" sound, it stabbed into the pine tree not far behind him. The scabbard was embedded in the pine tree, nailed horizontally to the trunk. The movement was as fast as lightning.

  I stared at Nangong Qiuxue in shock, when did he make his move?

  At this moment, Nan Gong Qiuyue's mouth had already curled up, maintaining his usual smile. He looked at Hou Xuan and said, "I think you're itching for a fight." His voice was neither warm nor cold, neither fast nor slow, calm yet full of menace.

  "Alright, this is getting interesting! Let's see who comes out on top!" Hou Xuan immediately drew the dagger from his waist and charged forward, and a fierce battle erupted at once.

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