Chapter 259

The slender fingertips slid quickly on the screen of the mobile phone, and the bibliography just downloaded from the satellite computer was instantly packed into a secret folder by her. The screen seemed to run extremely fast under the light. Before Zhai Mu could look at it, Leng Yiyao had already taken out the platinum key card from his pocket, but in less than a minute, she had no regrets. ready to turn and leave.

Looking at the dazzling collections and precious historical materials on the whole floor, Zhai Mu confirmed it again in disbelief: "Just leave? Don't look around anymore?"

He pointed to the machete closest to the easternmost bookshelf: "This knife is one of the three most famous in the history of the empire. It is said to be the saber used by the founding monarch."

Leng Yiyao followed his fingertips, and sure enough, he saw a jeweled machete. Covered with vacuum bulletproof glass, surrounded by electronic infrared rays, it can only be seen from a distance, but not too close. However, the blade was faintly glowing with red blood, and even though it had gone through too much time of agitation, it still couldn't hide its suffocating aura and icy coldness.

Things like weapons often depend on the ability of the user. Looking at this knife from a distance, it looks like a thing made of gems, but the cold and sharp breath seems to be able to cut through the glass cover and smash it in the air.

Leng Yiyao looked at it meaningfully for a while, and had to sigh, "It is indeed a treasure." She is willing to spend time and energy only on things she is interested in. After watching it for about ten minutes, Zhai Mu turned around and suddenly made a surprised voice: "This is an elk. It was extinct centuries ago. I didn't expect a specimen to be collected here." Zhai Mu's eyes were silent. Looking at the elk that seems to be ready to run away at any time, since I saw this image in history class, I haven't seen it for a long time. Who would have thought that he would watch it at close range here.

Leng Yiyao glanced over, nodded, and put the phone back in his pocket, "If you don't leave, the school will close soon."

What's inside can't be found even outside with lanterns. After all, the treasures accumulated by the Shengde Group over the centuries are definitely not for ordinary people.

Zhai Mu didn't understand. Since she had already come in, she didn't want to stay for a quarter of an hour. Isn't it a bit too wasteful? Even though she was born rich, he still felt a little unbelievable that such a good opportunity had been thrown away.

Leng Yiyao's eyes flashed away from those treasures, and then she smiled lightly: "Come back when you want to come, it's not that there is no chance."

Zhai Mu was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously, and when he regained his senses, he was already in the elevator.

The speed of the elevator was astonishingly fast. When the lights were first up, they were sitting against the westernmost elevator. When they came down from the 100th floor, they had a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery of Shengde High School.

It is slightly different from the bright lights of the "Star Tower". From here, you can clearly see the obvious boundaries of the four urban areas of the imperial capital.

Although Shengde High School is very close to the city center, the surrounding buildings are all limited in height. Except for this complex building, which is particularly conspicuous, the rest of the place has distinct characteristics.

The city center is dominated by high-rise buildings, one after another, as if stepping on the sky.

As for the two urban areas occupied by the royal family and the political circles, one is dominated by quaint and dignified buildings, and the other is dominated by a simple and modern style.

"It's still early..." Zhai Mu paused, in fact, he was going to ask her, since he came out of the library so soon, why not go to the Marshal's side now, after all, the time didn't delay for long.

But she turned her body slightly, looked into the distance, and looked lazy, as if her whole mind was no longer here.

What is she looking at?

Following Leng Yiyao's gaze, Zhai Mu looked in the same direction.

I saw the last glimmer of the sunset gradually sinking into the earth, and the dark starry sky slowly shrouded in, and the stars were densely covered and dazzling.

Her profile face, as the light in the distance gradually dimmed, seemed to have fallen into a secret realm that no one could reach. Clearly standing so close, so close, but he couldn't detect a trace of her emotions.

He suddenly remembered that cold night, he was standing outside the door, watching the scene where she and the two strong men were fighting to the death.

Fragile limbs, bloody wounds, as if every time she breathes, her life passes faster, but her eyes are so sharp and deep, her body is in front of her eyes, but her soul is not. Standing tall and looking down on all beings.

This feeling…….

He had only felt it in another person. And that person....

He suddenly remembered the news that shook the military world yesterday, and couldn't help but tighten his palms.

The marshal personally picks up people from school. This kind of thing, in the beginning, was a myth that he didn't dare to think about, but when it was placed on her, he actually took it for granted.

Because the two are so similar.

From the eyes to the soul, it seems that it was deliberately carved out by the gods and carefully prepared for each other.

"Ding"--

With a crisp sound, the elevator door has opened. She turned her head and looked at Zhai Mu in a daze, she couldn't help but raised her eyebrows and smiled: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Zhai Mu suddenly regained his senses and looked back at her standing at the end of the lamp shadow.

At that moment, on the playground in the distance, there were students participating in club activities making loud noises, but everything seemed to be deliberately slowed down, so slow that he could clearly hear the sound of his own breathing slowly increasing. It seemed that she suddenly fell into a layer of hallucination. Her face was stripped of the estranged and elegant smile, and replaced by a sweet and relaxed ridicule, as if they were not only using each other, you come and go, Rather….

"Miss Leng!" The illusion was like a hydrogen balloon, which was suddenly punctured by this soft call.

Zhai Mu's face turned a whole lot, and his eyes looked behind her. Sure enough, he saw Frey running in a hurry and calling out.

He lowered his eyes, suppressing all the emotions that had just swarmed out.

Leng Yiyao was stunned for a moment, only to feel that Zhai Mu's expression was a bit strange just now during the alternation of light and shadow, but before he could investigate further, he was already attracted by the call behind him.

Frey?

Why is he here?

"Miss Leng." It took less than 20 minutes since he received Zhai Mu's call and he ran all the way here. God knows, he almost drove all the way to this point. Can't get in the door of the high school. Fortunately, she hasn't left yet.

"Anything with me?" Leng Yiyao smiled lightly, put the door key card in his pocket, and nodded at him.

After five seconds, after calming his breath, Frey raised his head and nodded slightly at her: "The marshal said that tonight's banquet is very important. If you have time, you must attend."

When the word "must" is mentioned, the tone is almost subconsciously accentuated.

She didn't expect that, again and again tonight, Homer would send someone to invite her. Just for one meal?

"What kind of banquet do you know?" She smiled slightly, her expression still soothing: "I just came to the imperial capital, I'm afraid I'm not suitable for the banquet, after all, it's too conspicuous."

A high school student was first approached by the first-in-line heir to the royal family in full view of the public, and then was taken back to the villa by the first general of the empire on the same day...

Although she wanted her ears to be clean and idlers not to be disturbed, this kind of opening was already too standard. If on the second day of the transfer, it was reported that she was attending an important banquet as Homer's female companion, she would simply doubt that starting from tomorrow, the entire Shengde High School students would not honor her as "Miss Leng", but regardless of whether teachers, students, or students Bow down and pay homage.

"Marshal said," Frey's eyes turned slightly on Zhai Mu's hair, and then he emphasized: "It's just a private dinner, not entertaining foreign guests. Please don't worry."

Foreign guests?

Leng Yiyao chewed on these two words, and for a moment, almost wanted to ask Frey how their marshals distinguished between "inside" and "outside". She clearly can't be counted as a confidant, and is it really good to bring her into his private circle?

It's a pity that Frey and Zhai Mu's positions are completely different. When persuading them, they are doing their best: "Miss Leng, don't have any worries. The venue for tonight's banquet will be in the Marshal's Mansion, and there will be no extravagance."

He understood Leng Yiyao's concerns. As the saying goes, extremes turn into opposites. As a transfer student who just came from City D, with a backstage like a marshal, she can gain a firm foothold in a place with a clear hierarchy like Shengde, but the frequent exchanges will also cause a lot of discussion. . From what he knew about her usual temperament, she was the most annoying person to be talked about behind her back.

Leng Yiyao blinked and had to say that although Frey was not very old, it was no accident that he became a colonel at such a young age. The ability to observe words and expressions is like melting into bone and blood, and every move of others has obvious meaning in his eyes.

Since the words are all for this sake, if you refuse, it will not give you face. Leng Yiyao smiled and understood the meaning of enough time. Since I can't dodge it, I simply go with him. Anyway, the data has been downloaded to the mobile phone, and you can read it whenever you want.

"Let's go then." She smiled, and the corners of her eyes lifted slightly with the smile, as if revealing a sense of innocence.

Zhai Mu finally raised his head, and at this moment, meeting her profile face, he couldn't help pursing his lips.

Frey suddenly glanced at him, their eyes met in the air, and the next moment, each turned around as if nothing had happened.

She just got into the car with Frey, pretending she didn't notice anything.

The specially-made bullet-proof heavy-duty vehicle galloped on the street, bringing out a searching look, but Frey drove very fast, obviously already used to this kind of harassment.

She sat in the back seat, quietly watching the fleeting scenery outside the window.

Soon, the lights of the Marshal's Mansion were already in front of him. Frey got out of the car and opened the door for her himself. The guard at the door instantly raised his hand in salute and looked straight at him.

It was not the first time to visit the Marshal's Mansion, but Leng Yiyao couldn't help but admire the aura of this mansion.

Like a male lion, lying still in the dark night, looking around the entire imperial capital with cold eyes, taking in all the ups and downs.

That man, even where he lived, made one feel suffocated.

"Please come in." Seeing her standing there with a strange gaze, Frey's eyes flickered, half-bent down, and made a "please" gesture.

Unconsciously, since when did he treat her more and more deeply.

Obviously, when he first met, he held a gun and pointed at the neighbor in the house next door to her. When he saw her and Leng Yipiao appear, he couldn't hide the coldness and contempt in his eyes. But now....

She smiled inexplicably, and suddenly became a little curious. Tonight, who was the guest invited by Homer, and he had to call her here.

Stepping across the lawn, she followed the main road of the Marshal's Mansion, and sure enough, she quickly walked to the banquet hall.

This hall is rarely used on weekdays and is mostly empty, but tonight, the bright crystal lamps are lit one by one, illuminating the whole room brightly and dazzlingly.

"Here?" A cold voice came from inside, and the two people sitting opposite to each other turned back at the same time. The one who spoke was naturally Homer, and the one sitting across from him...

Leng Yiyao is wondering who this strange face is?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of Frey taking a deep breath.

When he turned around, he was facing his adoring and envious face, and for a while, he couldn't help but be curious. Who is it that can make Homer's personal guard show such an expression?

Zhai Mu's eyes flashed, obviously, just like her, there was surprise in his eyes.

Frey's lips moved for a long time, as if forcing himself to calm down, he took a deep breath for a long time before lowering his head again. From beginning to end, there was no word.

Regarding Frey's performance, Hemo didn't say anything, but another gentle voice sounded faintly. Compared with Hemo, there was an extra touch of spring breeze on his face: "Presumably, this is Miss Leng."

She looked up at the man, but this time, she observed it very carefully.

The very neatly tailored clothes outline his skeleton extremely well. Even when he is sitting, his spine is straight and proud. Combined with Frey's shocking reaction just now, he thinks that he has an extraordinary identity.

His hair was very soft, as if the breeze would move the tips of his hair. She once heard a saying that people with soft hair have never been temperamental and are mild-mannered. I don't know if he is like that too.

When this person spoke to her, he was relaxed and easy-going, without any imposing manner, which made people feel gentle at first glance, like a scholar in a book, gentle and gentle.

Unfortunately…….

Leng Yiyao sighed softly in the bottom of his heart, and his eyes flashed across his right eye.

The pearl is dusty, his left eye is clear and bright, but his right eyeball is like a fog, without focus.

Such a person is actually blind in one eye...

"Hello." She raised her head and chuckled, without averting her eyes, and looked directly at him, as if she had no curiosity at all that he knew her identity and origin.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then turned back, met Hemo's calm lips, and suddenly smiled: "Sure enough, it's the same as you said." It's a character! It's not worth his trip back to China, and Homer insisted that he come to meet him.

"Come and sit down, dinner is coming soon." Hemo didn't answer his question, just smiled at Leng Yiyao. His eyes swept over Zhai Mu who was behind her, and then he turned his eyes away without any fluctuation.

Zhai Mu's fingertips froze, knowing that he was not welcome tonight. Indeed, Frey conveyed the meaning of the marshal and asked him to invite Leng Yiyao, but he refused. Although it was indeed Leng Yiyao's original intention, Frey brought him back. Comparing the two, he It's really not doing well today.

He glanced around, and in the huge banquet hall, there was no one else except the man opposite the marshal, and he understood the true meaning of this private dinner.

Only one person was received, and besides the man in front of the invited guests, there was only Leng Yiyao.

He turned his head and looked at Frey, who had calmed down. At this moment, he had unknowingly turned around and retreated towards the gate, realizing that he was not qualified to stay any longer, so he simply put his legs together and bowed back.

"Who is that person? It seems familiar." The voice of the man who spoke was like a fine ancient jade. Using Leng Yiyao's words in his previous life, he was like the son of a thousand gold. The appearance is naturally outstanding, but it feels too thin.

"The officer who was just transferred from City D." Hemo smiled casually, and actually poured a cup of tea for him, turned his head, and smiled at Leng Yiyao: "Forgot to introduce you, this is Evans, you will later May see you again. He's the 'Bai Ze' in power."

He seemed to say it casually, in a casual and light tone, but he threw out such a heavyweight news!

White Pond?

Such a gentle, even faintly weak scholar-like man, could he actually be the ruler of this northern military secret place?

Rao is Leng Yiyao can't help but be shocked.

There is a legend in ancient times that there was a wild beast named Bai Ze. The whole body is snow-white, he can speak human words, understand the emotions of all things, and knows the ghosts and monsters in the world.

She suddenly remembered the origin of the name Bai Ze. I thought it was because of the legend of ancient mythical beasts, but I didn't expect that it would be extremely appropriate to put it on the man in front of me.

"Hello, I'm Leng Yiyao." She blinked, walked to the chair beside the two and sat down, looking at Evans without blinking, obviously full of curiosity.

"I heard that some time ago, Bai Ze had a woman entering the country late at night. The first reaction was to take a good look at what kind of person can make the marshal break the rules. I didn't expect it to be a delicate and beautiful woman like you. Come on, I'll give you a toast. ."

Just as Leng Yiyao's first impression of Evans was that of a scholar who was almost too weak and useless, Evans looked at her slender limbs, and the first reaction was such a small body, the marshal actually wanted to. Throwing her into the military academy is simply too unsympathetic to Xiangxiyu.

It's just that the person who can invite Homer to be the guest of honor will be delicate and weak?

The two of them picked up the tea on the table, replaced the wine with tea, touched it lightly, smiled lightly on their faces, but their eyes were bright and dark.

Homer sat aside and did not participate in it from beginning to end, but when Leng Yiyao's cup of tea was exhausted, he actually leaned over and filled it up.

This time, Evans looked surprised.

However, before he could return to his senses, the door of the banquet hall was pushed open again, accompanied by the fragrant and delicious delicacies.

Red and delicate spicy stir-fry, beautiful blue fish in sour soup, pliable cheese pizza...

The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies for a while.

Although Leng Yiyao ate at the Marshal's Mansion for the second time, he could clearly feel that it was not cooked by the chef of the mansion. He looked up and met Hemo's eyes. Not right.

"Why, no appetite?" The most famous chef in the empire was specially invited, just to be able to look at the pear vortex that the corners of her mouth lifted up last time. Seeing that she didn't do anything, Hemo was only surprised for a while, didn't she like it?

"No. I just think there are too many dishes for the three of us." She smiled, thinking that she was probably too suspicious. Homer invited his cronies, how could he just send them away casually? This chef must have tried his best to make a table of dishes so colorful.

She pulled out the cutlery and smiled at Evans.

Pre-dinner etiquette still needs to be paid attention to. The host treats guests with respect, and when the other party moves the tableware, it is appropriate for others to follow.

When Evans saw her like this, the first reaction was that the other party was thinking, and then an idea came to his mind, this person thought that he was raised by a noble education. After all, there are many men in their military region, and most people rarely notice this detail.

When the sour soup fish was imported, Leng Yiyao couldn't help squinting her eyes. The seasoning here was different from what she had tasted before. Instead of using sauerkraut as the raw material, it was lemon.

Lemon is a sour and refreshing ingredient, but I don't know what method the chef used to concoct it, and he even completely removed the vague astringency inside. With the freshness of the fish, the mouth is full of fragrance.

She clipped another piece in satisfaction, and even she didn't know it, the expression on her face began to unfold unconsciously. Under the light, her face was ruddy and snow-white, bringing out a touch of natural beauty. It was a kind of innocence that she had never shown, and it was as beautiful as a dream.

Evans stared for a while, then turned his head, and saw Hemo's eyes fixedly looking over, just for a moment, but the deep eyes...

For some reason, he couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"What's wrong? I heard that Shengde's food is not bad, so you were abused at school?" Hemo's chuckle came from his ears, Leng Yiyao let go of the cutlery, took a sip of juice contentedly, and endured it. He couldn't stop shaking his head: "It's not being abused. Even if Shengde's food is placed in the restaurant outside, it is considered to be the best grade, but compared to your meal tonight, it is still slightly inferior."

Everyone says: There is no text first, and no martial arts second.

She used to think that food, such as food, has always been idealism. After all, everyone's tastes and preferences are different. Who can be sure that a dish will be sure to please everyone.

But after eating this meal, it almost subverted her impression of imperial cuisine.

Either way, there is an unprecedented freshness. Unique and distinct taste.

As a foodie, she said that even if she was asked to detour to the Marshal's Mansion every day in the future, as long as she could eat such a meal, she felt that it was worth it!

"If you like it, you can come here often in the future." He slowly picked up the wine glass, nodded and chuckled, as if he said casually, "Anyway, it's just me and Frey. It doesn't make a difference if you have an extra set of tableware."

If it was just doubts just now, this time, the smile in Evans' eyes has no doubts, and it has completely flashed. He fixedly looked at Hemo, who spoke calmly, couldn't help lowering his head, and coughed softly.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Because Evans lowered his head, she didn't notice the smile in his eyes. She only thought that this man was too thin, or because he didn't pay attention to adding clothes because of the recent change of seasons, so she was affected by it. Frozen with a cold?

"No, it's fine." He waved his hand, shrugging his shoulders with a smile. From an outsider's point of view, he was desperately suppressing his cough.

Only Homer gave him a cold look. In the blind corner of Leng Yiyao's sight, Homer's eyes were clearly full of meaning, Evans turned his head, pursed his lips, and finally put on a good expression: "Miss Leng, can I trouble you to pour me a cup of hot water?"

There were only three people in the banquet hall. The chef and others have left since the dinner was served. Besides her, should Homer come by himself?

"Okay, wait a minute," she replied, turning and walking towards the water bar, which happened to have clean cups and a water dispenser.

Seeing her a little farther away, Evans looked up, met Hemer's eyes, shook his head and shook his head again: "It's been so long, how did you become like this?" To seduce other girls with delicious food is really insidious and insidious !

"You talk too much." He stared at the other party coldly, as if he didn't want to say more.

Seeing him, Evans didn't refute, but even more enthusiastic: "You said that you deliberately abducted others just to have a meal? Is it interesting?" He also made him run so far and became his escort. Otherwise, now he should be in his own yard and do whatever he wants. After all, after so many years abroad, he missed everything here so much.

Listening to his words, Homer looked at the girl pouring water at the water bar with deep meaning. He thought, "It's interesting. He saw that she was obviously shrewd and had to pretend to ask questions, which was very interesting."

"I heard that you took 'Sirius' directly to the gate of her school yesterday? Sirius still likes to see her?" It turns out that no matter how weak and weak Evans looks, in essence, he is always a military leader. A belly of nine bends and eighteen bends. Speaking of which, it is almost no different from ordinary big men. Of course, ignoring his inconvenient eye, it would be too disrespectful to say such a rough man's words.

"What do you want to say?" Homer suddenly curved his lips and smiled, his eyes showing a warm spring light. He looked away from Leng Yiyao and stared at him for a moment.

Evans shivered suddenly, originally wanting to say, "You are so domineering, you will take up all the little girl's private space", but seeing his expression, he immediately changed his mouth: "No, I am Say it casually, say it casually, don't be angry."

When Leng Yiyao came over with warm water, she saw Evans holding that very temperamental face, looking at Homer with a flattering face, and whispering something in his mouth, like a gas bag. of. Suddenly I felt that this world, appearance and so on, are all floating clouds, and it really is used to deceive people.

If it weren't for the inconvenience of his eyes, she would help him pour water?

"Cough," she coughed deliberately and handed the glass over. The next moment, he was shocked to find that Evans actually took out an oval box from his pocket and poured out five or six capsules of medicine from it. , slowly took the water glass in her hand and drank it slowly.

"Are you not in good health?" In her impression, only the terminally ill or the elderly would take medicine like this. It's like swallowing rice, and the capsules go down in the blink of an eye.

"No, my body's nutrition is not balanced," he grinned and smiled at her for granted: "These are vitamins."

Vitamins you uncle!

So what did the expression on your face that you just wanted to live with and swallowed the medicine in despair mean?

Leng Yiyao turned her face and looked at Hemo fixedly. He was sure that he could rest assured that he would give "Bai Ze" to such a person?

Homer was obviously already used to Evans's various ways. Seeing him like this, he was not angry. Instead, he looked at Leng Yiyao: "I remember you seem to like desserts. Would you like the chef to serve them?"

He and Evans are both men and don't like sweet things very much, so they asked her for advice.

Leng Yiyao's face shuddered, and he didn't bother to care about Evans, so he nodded quickly, only one sentence came to his mouth but he didn't ask. How did he know she liked dessert?

Homer pressed the communication device on the table, and when the chef on the other side of the kitchen heard that dessert was going to be added, the expression on his face almost instantly exploded with happiness.

Marshal, are you satisfied with tonight's dinner?

He had heard from everyone before that the marshal never kept a distance from the opposite sex, so there were never creatures of the opposite sex in the marshal's mansion, and even the pets were male. Today, he was not only fortunate enough to be invited to cook food for the marshal, but most importantly, he also learned a shocking secret.

He lowered his head and looked at the list on the table. All the contents revolved around a person's taste and were recorded in detail and properly.

The head chef couldn't help but sigh, if the little girl just now knew that all the dishes tonight were carefully developed according to her personal hobbies, I don't know what kind of expression she would have...