"The little thief is on the roof, hurry up and chase after him." A group of sharp-eyed guards saw Murong Xue, jumped on the roof, and rushed straight to Murong Xue.
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, turned around, and quickly ran back along the roof. Unexpectedly, a team of guards stepped on the tiles and ran over from the opposite side, shouting loudly: "The little thief is right ahead, catch the little thief..."
Murong Xue stopped and looked around, only to see a team of guards running from the left and right sides, surrounding her in the very middle!
This is... she can't escape! She didn't want to do anything at first, but they pressed her every step of the way, and she couldn't help it!
Murong Xuexue narrowed her eyes slightly, and was about to pull out the soft sword at her waist, when a light-colored shadow suddenly appeared in midair, with light and elegant cloud patterns embroidered on his skirt, and his whole body was dyed with the brilliance of the moon, like walking on clouds Generally, it landed beside her lightly, and the snow-colored robes brushed against the dark tiles, making it spotless.
With a light wave of the wide sleeves, Murong Xue's small waist was embraced, and she was hugged in his arms. The faint fragrance of black bamboo lingered around the tip of her nose, and Murong Xue felt her feet vacated. It slowly rang in my ears: "Just after returning to the capital, you caused trouble."
Murong Xue raised her head and saw Ouyang Shaochen's handsome and flawless side face, the smooth lines were like a beautiful picture scroll, the beautiful ink eyebrows were slightly raised, the long eyelashes were half covered, and the obsidian pupils were as deep as black. A Wang Youtan, accompanied by the black hair flying all over the sky, the whole body exudes a dazzling brilliance.
It's really a phoenix and a dragon, and it's hard to miss it.
Murong Xue's eyes flickered unnaturally, and she lowered her eyelids slightly: "I just wanted to read a list quietly, but I didn't expect to alarm them..."
"I understand, you have always done things like this." Ouyang Shaochen said lightly, and Murong Xue's bright and beautiful face darkened instantly when he saw the usual look: "They set up traps in the military registration room, and I accidentally touched them. , that was an accident, an accident..."
Ouyang Shaochen glanced at her, and an imperceptible smile flashed in his obsidian pupils: "I didn't say you were stupid, you don't have to be so self-confident."
Murong Xue's small face was so dark that it was about to drip ink, she grabbed Ouyang Shaochen's cheek, and ruthlessly ravaged her: "You are stupid!"
Ouyang Shaochen didn't take it seriously, the corners of his mouth curled into a graceful arc, he hugged Murong Xue, and disappeared into the dark night sky.
The guards standing on the roof, looking at the empty house, looked around in bewilderment: Where is the person? What about people? Where did it go? It was just a ray of white light, and when the white light disappeared, the little thief disappeared...
"Has the Ministry of War been thieves?" A majestic voice came to their ears suddenly, and the guards suddenly came back to their senses. Looking around, they saw Old Prince Jing standing in the yard, looking at them indifferently.
He was wearing white underwear and trousers, and a dark purple robe over it. He was obviously resting just now, so he came out to check in a hurry...
The guards coughed unnaturally, looked around and found that they had caught the thief on the roof of Prince Jing's Mansion, but this seemed to be a remote firewood house, and they didn't bother the owner of the mansion too much.
"It's just that a little thief with no eyes sneaked into the Ministry of War. It's not a big deal..." the head guard replied with a smile.
"Really? Then what was lost?" Old Prince Jing asked indifferently, his dark pupils were calm and unwavering.
"No, no, nothing is lost!" The leader of the guards hastily shook his head. Murong Yue's military status file was lost, and they just wrote another copy to make it up. Don't let others know.
"It's getting late, we're going back to the Ministry of War first, Old Prince Jing, farewell!" The leader of the guards was afraid that Old Prince Jing would ask any more questions, so he hurriedly led the guards off the roof and rushed towards the direction of the Ministry of War.
Seeing their figures gradually blending into the night, Old Prince Jing's sharp eyes narrowed slightly: "There is a thief in the Ministry of War, really nothing is lost?"
A hidden guard stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Go back to the old prince, it's because Murong Yue's military file has been lost..."
Old Prince Jing's eyes froze. The military registration room of the Ministry of War is heavily guarded and there are many organs. The person who sneaked in must not be easy: "Just lost his military registration file?"
"Yes!" The secret guard nodded, wondering in his heart: Murong Yue has been dead for ten years, what did that man do with his military records...
Murong Yue's military file...
Old Prince Jing's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a look in his eyes that others could not understand...
As the night darkened, Ouyang Shaochen took Murong Xue into his arms, and landed lightly on the red sandalwood carriage in the alley.
Standing in front of the carriage, Xun Feng hastily opened the curtain of the carriage.
Murong Xue walked into the carriage and sat in front of the window. The slightly cold wind passed through the curtain and blew onto her body. She couldn't help but sneezed a few times.
A spotless snow-colored robe was draped over her body, and the faint scent of black bamboo lingered around the tip of her nose. The warm body temperature penetrated through the clothes and penetrated into her delicate skin, and her slightly cool body gradually warmed up.
Ouyang Shaochen sat across from her wearing only white underwear, holding the teapot in Ruyu's hand, pouring tea gracefully, amidst the steam, his clear voice sounded slowly: "It's okay to run out in such thin clothes." Not afraid of catching a cold... "
Murong Xue curled her lips and muttered softly: "When I went out, it wasn't so cold..."
Ouyang Shaochen turned a deaf ear and glanced at her lightly: "What did you take from the Ministry of War?"
"My father's military registration file!" Murong Xue said lightly, took out the thick booklet, opened it quickly, and saw pages of paper inside, which recorded Murong Yue's relationship with the nine clans. Eight generations of elders, his life story, his illustrious military exploits, and his personal soldiers and generals...
No wonder this booklet is so thick, so many things are recorded, it is really, very detailed information, and what she is looking for is also in it!
Murong Xue picked up a page of paper, carefully browsed the names of people on it, narrowed her cold eyes slightly, and handed the paper to Ouyang Shaochen: "My lord, please check for me, where are all the people on this page?" .”
Ouyang Shaochen took the paper, glanced at it lightly, and saw that there were 60 people's names written on it, as well as their respective places of origin, specialty: "Is this your father's personal soldier?"
"Yes!" Murong Xue nodded. She entered the Ministry of Military Affairs just to give it a try. Unexpectedly, the detailed records in the military records of the Ministry of Military Affairs saved her a lot of trouble: "My father is dying. Before, I was with the soldiers, I think I should be able to find clues from them... "