Chapter 77 Entering the Palace at Night.

A carriage stopped outside the Fan Mansion. Fan Xian, reeking of alcohol and with red cheeks, was helped down from the carriage by servants. Then Wang Qinian carried him on his back and walked quickly into the house.

Today, Master Fan made a scene again. Wang Qinian didn't know how many poems he wrote, nor could he understand them. But when it came to how much wine the man on his back drank today, Wang Qinian was the most qualified person to speak.

Smell this strong smell of wine!
"The plan remains unchanged. Go wait for me outside the palace wall."

On Wang Qinian's back, a barely audible sound rang in his ear.

His eyes were wandering, and he looked around at the maids and servants with a terrified expression as he made his last struggle.

"My lord, you are almost drunk and you are still going to the palace. Why don't you go there another day when you are sober?"

After he finished speaking, he felt a pain on the left shoulder that Fan Xian was pinching, and he hurriedly agreed and sent Fan Xian into the room.

This night was destined to be an unusual night.

After a flurry of activity, no one dared to disturb Fan Xian's rest. At this time, only Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo were left in the room.

After everyone left, Fan Xian, who was drunk on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and said to Fan Ruoruo who was standing by, "The pills in the belt!"

Fan Ruoruo hurriedly found it in the belt hanging nearby and ate it for Fan Xian.

"Brother, are you okay? Do you have to go tonight?" Looking at Fan Xian who looked uncomfortable, Fan Ruoruo asked anxiously.

Fan Xian closed his eyes and circulated his Qi. His complexion returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a moment, he opened his eyes. At this moment, how could he still be drunk at all?
Looking at his worried sister, Fan Xian explained, "It has to be tonight, so that no one will suspect me. I am sober now, so you don't have to worry." At the end, he reminded her worriedly, "Be sure to wait for me to come back, and don't let anyone in."

Fan Ruoruo gently stroked Fan Xian's back and said firmly, "Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I won't let anyone in."

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"Uncle, are you there, uncle?" Fan Xian, dressed in night clothes, came to the outside of the palace under the cover of darkness.

Thinking about the troubles he had encountered along the way, Fan Xian couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Ever since he was assassinated on Niulan Street, the night in Kyoto has been extremely strict, and teams of patrolling soldiers can be seen passing by from time to time. In order to avoid them, Fan Xian also took some effort and wasted some time.

To be honest, this kind of work of sneaking into the palace at night was too exciting for Fan Xian. He was not forced to jump off the cliff by Wu Zhu, but it was his own choice. It seemed that he also had a spirit of adventure in his heart.

After a long while without hearing any response, Fan Xian calculated the time and guessed that Wu Zhu might have already entered the palace.

A calm voice came about this matter, interrupting Fan Xian's thoughts and scaring him at the same time.

"I'm not your uncle." Li An teased.

Fan Xian's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "Why are you walking so quietly? By the way, you can't blame me for what happened today. You promised me last time. If I become a plagiarist again, I can take you with me!"

Ang Lee didn't want to worry about it any more. What had happened had already happened and could not be changed.

"It's okay." Li An looked at the towering walls of the palace, pursed his lips, and then said, "This wall is fifty feet high, can you climb it?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian looked over there in the moonlight and saw that the wall was not only high, but also very smooth. There was no place to gain leverage, and it was vertically blocking anyone from outside.

"Of course I can't get up, but I have my own way." After Fan Xian finished speaking, he took out a long rope from his waist. There was a three-pronged iron hook at the end of the long rope. It turned out that he had prepared it.

"How about it, do you want to join me?"

Li An shook his head, and seeing that Fan Xian could go in by himself, he stopped caring about it.

"Remember the time now, just limit it to one hour."

After saying that, Li An used the Wind God Leg, and like a ray of black light, he silently floated into the palace wall and disappeared into the darkness.

After seeing Li An enter, Fan Xian slowly clung to the wall like a shadow, found a corner where he could not see clearly, threw out the rope in his hand, and slowly climbed up. "It turns out that for a great master, such a high wall is dispensable!" He cursed indignantly, and Fan Xian used his skills to speed up. However, no one knew that the corners of his mouth, which were covered by the black cloth, were already curved, as if he was enjoying it very much.

Inside Guangxin Palace.

"What little Fan Shixian? This is just the result that Your Majesty hopes to see!"

The eldest princess' usual elegant smile had long since disappeared, and now she just spoke with a blank expression, making people inexplicably intimidated.

The air seemed oppressive, with only the oil lamps emitting sparks and crackling sounds from time to time.

"Your Highness, no one would have known that Fan Xian would behave like this tonight." The female official at the side replied in a deep voice. In the Guangxin Palace, she was the only one who could respond in this way.

"Go and invite Mr. Zhuang to come." The eldest princess' voice became resentful and harsh. The only thing that remained unchanged was her proud swan-like neck. "Be careful, don't let anyone see you."

"Yes." The female official felt a sinking feeling in her heart and left after taking the order.

At this time, Li An flew onto the top of the wall, avoided the guards on the wall, came to the roof of a house, and observed the movements around him.

The palace is very big, how big is it exactly?
In such a silent night, people walking in it will feel uneasy.

Looking at a palace maid not far away, Li An's lips curled up slightly.

I saw the palace maid nodding her head and actually fell asleep while standing.

“What a great skill!”

I couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. Li Ang didn't stop and headed towards his goal.

Li An's visit to the palace this time was not just to help Fan Xian and get a favor. He also had his own purpose - a key!
This key is different from the key to the black box that Fan Xian wanted, because this is the 'key' under the Taiping Villa!
It is possible that this "key" is not an entity in the general sense, and Li An just wants to find a way to get down.

After calming down and putting on the mask, Li An found the right direction, used his Qinggong to blend himself into the wind, and silently flew deep into the palace. As he walked and flew, he was like a ghost, skillfully avoiding the lights, and walked through the palace maids and guards as if he was strolling in the garden.

"Oh~ I'm so sleepy. The ministers in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests were up very late tonight. By the way, there was a breeze just now. It was quite comfortable."

A maid walking in the aisle yawned and said this, but was met with a freezing look from the leading maid.

"Shut up! Are you allowed to discuss these things?"

The cold words of the leading maid woke the little maid up instantly. She lowered her head and followed the other maids silently. But she still muttered softly: "There really is a gust of wind."

Above the corridor where the team of maids passed, Li An was staring around - he was lost.

Who built this palace? It's so winding.

As a last resort, he had to use his divination skills to check the location of the place he wanted to go.

After a moment, he got the answer: "This direction?" Li An looked to the front right, without stopping for a moment, leaving as if every second counts.

Yes, he planned to use Fan Xian and Wu Zhu to make some noise and attract attention.

And his target location is Emperor Qing’s bedroom!
　It will be on the shelves soon, and there will be a burst of updates on the day of its release!

　　At least five chapters.

　　If the readers are supportive, ten chapters is fine.

　　
　
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