Qiao Yun clenched the sword in his hand, glanced at Li Yunsheng who was standing there, and then at Nan Jun who was looking at him.

"Sister Jun, she is Yun'er's senior sister..."

Qiao Yun was troubled, he knew that Li Yunsheng was here to kill Nanjun, according to the rules, he was not qualified to intercede for Li Yunsheng, but he could not let him watch the woman he liked kill the senior sister who grew up with him. arrive.

"What does Yun'er mean?"

Nan Jun didn't intend to take Li Yunsheng's life at all, but the Killer League kept provoking him again and again, so how could Nan Jun be a soft persimmon for them to handle?

"I also ask Sister Yun to give Senior Sister another chance. If there is a next time, Sister Yun will kill or cut, and Yun'er will never say a word."

Qiao Yun finally said what was in his heart, he couldn't do nothing but die.

"Okay, listen to Yun'er."

After Nan Jun finished speaking, he took back the folding fan in his hand.

"Junior Brother..."

Li Yunsheng never expected that Qiao Yun would plead for her.

Qiao Yun looked at Li Yunsheng, and said expressionlessly: "I saved you once today, and I have repaid the kindness of my master for nurturing me for many years. Since then, we have settled, and Qiao Yun has nothing to do with the Killer League."

Li Yunsheng looked at Qiao Yun who was dragged away by Nan Jun, and felt indescribably sad in his heart.

She had a hunch that they would never be the same again.

The killers of the Killer League have extraordinary martial arts skills, but how can the secret guards of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion be ordinary people?

Li Yunsheng fled with the remaining people, the guards were packing up the corpses outside, and there were small conversations in the carriage of Zhennan Palace.

"Sister Yun, are you angry with Yun'er?"

Qiao Yun tugged at Nan Jun's sleeves in fear, her big wet eyes filled with anxiety.

"You grew up together since you were young, and you always have some kind of friendship. I didn't intend to kill her today."

If you don't kill them today, you won't be sure in the future.

"Sister Yun treats Yun'er very well."

Seeing that Nan Jun didn't annoy him, Qiao Yun hurried over to kiss Nan Jun's flattery.

"Little thing, who did you learn this from?"

Nan Jun was amused by Qiao Yun's actions, and couldn't help scratching his upturned little nose, eyes full of pampering.

Nan Jun smiled shyly, shrank his neck and returned to his blanket.

"Yun'er, do you know who your master is?"

Nan Jun heard the conversation between Li Yunsheng and Qiao Yun just now, and now she suddenly became interested in the leader of the killer alliance who had never met before.

Qiao Yun thought about it carefully, and then said: "The master's name is Li An, he is about forty and a half years old, and he is the leader of the Killer League. As for the others, Yun'er doesn't know."

Qiao Yun grew up in the League of Assassins, but he knew little about his master.

"Ann Lee?"

Nan Jun thought about the name carefully. She only remembered the contents of the book vaguely, but she didn't have any detailed information about Li An.

"Well, according to what Senior Sister means, Master may have some grudge against the royal family. She keeps claiming that the Emperor is..." Qiao Yun lowered his voice, and whispered in Nan Jun's ear, "The Dog Emperor."

Nan Jun heard all these words just now, it can be seen that Qiao Yun's nagging appearance made her feel amused again.

"You don't want to mention this again, be careful to get your head chopped off."

Nan Jun's words scared Qiao Yun back. He used to think that life and death didn't matter, but it was a pity that the Qiao family's revenge had not been avenged, but now he didn't want to die. After all, he already had Nan Jun, didn't he?

"Go to sleep! When you get home, ask the butler to prepare some food for you, and make up for it. You've lost weight recently."

..

Qiao Yun seemed to smell the smell of roasted squab while he was half asleep and half awake. Xiaozui couldn't help but babble, and was awakened by a burst of laughter.

"Well.."

Qiao Yun rubbed his sore eyes, looked at the familiar gauze curtain in front of him, and couldn't help but froze.

"Hey... Sister Ye, we are finally home."

Qiao Yun was so greedy that the gluttons in his stomach almost ran out, and he only hoped to go back home and eat all the delicious food.

"Get up quickly! The food is already prepared for you, you little lazy cat."

Qiao Yun felt that this meal seemed to be eating meat that he hadn't eaten in the past few months, not to mention how satisfying he was.

"Master, Tsinghua Qingyang has returned and said that what you ordered has taken shape."

The butler hurried in and whispered in Nan Jun's ear.

Nan Jun tightened his hand holding the chopsticks, nodded and said, "Let them eat first, and wait for me in the study at 3 o'clock."

"Yes."

After the housekeeper left, Qiao Yun raised his eyes to look at Nan Min, knowing that she had something important to do, he didn't ask any further questions.

On the contrary, it was Nan Jun who took the initiative to speak: "Yun'er, you can go to the study with me later."

Qiao Yun nodded obediently, but didn't take this matter to heart.

It wasn't until Qiao Yun saw the familiar person in his memory in the study that his eyes turned red.

"Aunt Chen?"

Qiao Yun asked with a trembling voice, although this person was older than he remembered, his appearance remained unchanged.

The woman called Aunt Chen raised her head tremblingly, and when she saw Qiao Yun's appearance clearly, she couldn't help but threw herself at his feet and burst into tears.

"Young master, this old slave thought that he would never see you again in this life! God has eyes, let our young master be safe and sound."

Aunt Chen's name was Chen Qian, she was the eldest daughter of the old housekeeper of Qiao Mansion, and later took over her mother's position when the old housekeeper was not in good health.

The Chen family has worked in Qiao's mansion for generations, and Chen Qian can be said to be the son of Qiao's family. Qiao Yun only thought that at that time the Qiao family had no one alive except himself, and never thought that the housekeeper, Aunt Chen, was still alive.

"Aunt Chen, it's great that you're still alive!"

Qiao Yun helped Chen Qian who was kneeling on the ground, tears rolled down his eyes.

"Housekeeper, move a chair over here."

Nan Jun ordered the housekeeper to move a chair for Chen Qian. This man was under fifty, and his body was not very good.

"Thank...thank you..."

Chen Qian didn't know how to address that nobleman, but seeing that his young master was extremely close to that person, apart from being grateful, he also felt a little more fond of Nan Jun in his heart.

"Yun'er, sit down too!"

Qiao Yun tried his best to calm down his excitement, and slowly came to sit down beside Nan Jun.

Looking at the evidence collected by Tsinghua Qingyang, Nan Jun can basically deduce who killed Qiao's family.

"Are you Chen Qian?"

"Yes.."

"When the Qiao Mansion was in trouble, where did you go?"

"My son was pregnant, and he vomited whatever he ate. He just wanted to eat something sour. That evening, the old slave went to the candied fruit shop on South Street to buy candied fruit for the child. Who knows, after returning home..."

As Chen Qian spoke, he hugged his head and began to cry.

In that disaster, her husband, child and unborn granddaughter were all gone.

"Aunt Chen..."

Qiao Yun's eyes also turned red. If he hadn't run out for fun, he might have gone with everyone in the Qiao Mansion back then.