C96 Who do you think is a thief?

That night, Bai Qianfan was left behind in Huailin Pavilion. She slept on Morong Gan's bed and Morong Gan slept in the study room.

After all these years, writing was the only way for him to release his stress. Sometimes, when his heart was troubled, he would write slowly, horizontally, vertically, indeterminately, and while writing, his heart would calm down. However, this time, it was a little difficult.

Listening to Bai Qianfan's narration, he could only sigh with emotion, thinking that it was really a miracle that this little girl could survive!

Bai Qianfan had grown up in anger, but never thought that she would grow up in such a way. According to her own words, she was just an invisible person, waiting for people to not see her, if they saw her they would see her they would be in trouble. From the Madame Bai to the servants, every single one of them could squash her flat.

Morong Gan sighed, the brush in his hand could not be stopped for a long time, an indescribable feeling of depression welled up in his heart, like a thick fog that was unable to find a way out, causing him to be anxious.

Seeing him in a daze, Lv He asked softly, "Does this grandpa have something on her mind? "If you have something on your mind, tell this servant. This servant is an outsider, so I might be able to unravel it for you."

Morong Gan placed the brush down, "Let me ask you this, if you have a direct mother who harmed you since you were young, what would happen to you?"

"Either run away, or... Since she insisted on killing me, wouldn't this servant kill her first? "

"Yes," Morong Gan muttered, "Why didn't you run away?" However, if they ran away, they wouldn't be able to touch him.

Lv He probed, "Am I talking about the wangfei?"

Morong Gan glared, "It's no big deal."

Lv He stuck out her tongue, and did not dare say a word.

Qi Hong was guarding Bai Qianfan, and she was guarding Morong Gan. Ever since the Duke and the Royal Concubine had a private conversation with each other, the Duke felt that something was wrong with his mind, and even now, he had not calmed down. She was very curious, what did the Royal Concubine say to the Prince, for him to make the Duke, who had always been calm, into something like this?

The next day, Morong Gan did not need to go to bed, adding that he slept late, he did not wake up in the morning, he was still drowsy, but hearing a sound outside, it sounded like a skylark landing on a branch, it chattered non-stop and scratched his sleepiness. He was a person who was good at getting up, and normally, whoever woke him up would get hit on the floor, but today, the sound was extremely pleasing to the ear, causing his sleepiness to slowly dissipate, his mind having been led away by the sound.

It was Bai Qianfan talking outside, probably kicking the shuttlecock, laughing loudly, the voice was clear and melodious, but it suddenly interrupted Hao Pingguan's words: "Esteemed wangfei, you are lighter, your highness is still sleeping, why don't you go over there and play?"

Bai Qianfan sighed and then walked far away.

Morong Gan was extremely annoyed as he laid on the bed. He had listened to everything clearly, what right did he have to chase his away? He wanted to turn over to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He could only prop himself up and call for help.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Jia Tong coming over from that direction, holding a sword in his hand. With a lift of her leg, he caught the shuttlecock in her hand and ran over happily, "Master, did you train in the sword to come back?"

"Yes, your subordinate has gone to train in the sword. What is the wangfei playing at?"

"Kicking the shuttlecock, do you want to compete with me?"

Jia Tong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This subordinate is a man, how would I know this?"

Bai Qianfan said, "What's wrong with us, we both know how."

Jia Tong asked curiously, "Who are the Big Dog and Second Dog?"

Bai Qianfan did not say anything, and stared at the sword in his hand: "Master's dance is for me to see, after I have learnt the moves, Master will teach me to play with the sword, but you don't know, yesterday when I went with the Prince to the streets and met two little thieves, my skills were not bad, I was still unable to use Master's techniques, if there was a sword in my hand, I think they will not be able to escape."

Jia Tong felt guilty, and his face was a little unnatural too. He was the little thief that Bai Qianfan spoke of, after doing such a shameless thing yesterday, he still felt awkward in his heart.

It was also Bai Qianfan's fault for putting on a show like that. She thought that Bai Qianfan was an expert who hid her strength, but who would have known that shshewas just an empty shell. She had the skills to intimidate others, if they were to fight, he wouldn't even be able to take a single blow.

Because of Jia Tong's guilt, he naturally agreed to anything she asked of him.

With a pull of his hand, a long sword came out of its scabbard with a ding sound, and threw the sword sheath to Bai Qianfan. He stood under the tree and drew his form, raising his hand, the sword picking up a sword flower, his left hand raised diagonally, and his right hand swung out.

As Jia Tong continued to dance with all his might, Bai Qianfan started to frown. She finally called for him to stop, walked over seriously and grabbed Jia Tong's hand.

Jia Tong was baffled by her actions and started to feel uneasy. "Princess, what are you doing?"

Bai Qianfan raised her head to look at him, her expression revealing an enigmatic expression, causing Jia Tong to feel even more guilty.

"Where's Ning Jiu?"

"He should be in the room."

Bai Qianfan left him and hurried back to the guard's room. When she pushed open the door and entered, he actually saw Ning Jiu writing calligraphy, Ning Jiu raised her head and the two of them were stunned. One of them did not expect that the guard would write as well, and the other did not expect that she would come.

Ning Jiu had followed him since a very young age, and he had gotten used to Morong Gan writing stuff. He had never learned how to write before, so after following Morong Gan's lead, he learnt a little, followed his training, slowly wrote, and discovered that writing stuff was indeed a good way to cultivate the mind and body. After yesterday's incident, he felt awkward, so Jia Tong had gotten up early to practice his sword, and he had been writing stuff inside the house before, but he did not think that Wang Fei would learn how to write stuff.

Even the normally calm and composed person was a bit flustered. "Why is the wangfei here?"

Bai Qianfan laughed out loud, "I've come to see you."

She walked over, took his hand in an unexpected manner, and carefully examined it. Ning Jiu was a little embarrassed, and wanted to struggle out, but was held down by Bai Qianfan.

Ning Jiu was also guilty, so he did not dare move. He watched for a while, then laughed out loud, and tiptoed to pat Ning Jiu's shoulders: "Little thief!"

Ning Jiu exclaimed, "Who did the wangfei say is a little thief?"

"It's you!"

After Bai Qianfan finished speaking, she glared at him fiercely before turning to leave. Ning Jiu stood there baffled. After a while, Jia Tong came in and asked him with a puzzled look, "Princess has come?"

"I've been here before, calling me a little thief."

Jia Tong, "... "Oh no, I'm afraid she found out what happened yesterday."

Ning Jiu, "... Crap, the wangfei went to look for the prince. "

Jia Tong replied, "No, even if the wangfei knew, she wouldn't have the guts to blame the prince. At most, the two of us will take the blame."