When she turned left, Yan Wanwan knocked on the door first, and shouted in a slight voice, "Miss Zhuohua?" She heard a gentle voice inside the door and responded to "In", and then she pushed the door open and entered.

At the same time as he entered the door, he closed the door behind him with a backhand and inserted the latch.

The movement made the person who was separated by a bead curtain notice something was wrong, and suddenly turned his head to look over. He was caught off guard against Yan Wanwan, who was wearing black clothes and covered with black scarf. The man was shocked, and the blood on his face that was not much faded quickly, but there was no panic on his face, and he still sat upright.

Yan Wanwan knew that he had found the right place. While lifting the bead curtain, he walked in and called softly, "Miss Zhuohua?"

The girl in front of her had a pretty face, but at this moment she didn't have the beauty that her name should have. She seemed to be sick, pale, thin, and her eyes were completely lifeless. There was an indescribable dusk atmosphere between her favor. She was sick, and Yan Wanwan smelled the strong smell of medicine at the end of her nose, and she had a conclusion in her heart. However, because of this, she did not pick up customers and did not go out. When she was having a big fuss outside, she still sat in this room, as if she was waiting for someone to come to see her.

"It's actually a girl?" Zhuohua laughed softly, a little surprised, but as soon as he spoke, he coughed twice, and his face made a little red, but with a little bit of sickness.

Yan Wanwan didn't show any strangeness, but said, "Miss Zhuohua, I don't want to make things difficult for you, but has anyone entrusted you with something? I'm here to get such a thing."

"The girl is not from Yumingsi, right?" Zhuohua did not respond to her immediately, but asked.

Yan Wanwan did not answer her immediately. She was sitting in the room and knew that the people from Yumingsi came outside. It can be seen that although they were sick, they were still well-informed, or they were alert and were always paying attention to the movements outside. Seeing her coming alone, she immediately guessed that she and Yumingsi were not on the same road, and were quick-witted.

"Miss is the one from whom the imperial court?" Zhuohua asked again without her answer.

"No." Yan Wanwan pondered for a moment and replied, "This thing is said to be related to the case involved in my relatives. My close relatives suffered a grievance because of that case. Even if they have returned to the verge of the fountain, I don't want them to bear the infamous reputation behind them. Therefore, I must check the matter that day."

"I must find out the whereabouts of such things, so if the girl knows something, please let me know. I don't want to really attack the girl." Yan Wanwan said in a calm voice, and at the same time, he pushed his thumb up, and the daggers on both sides of his slender waist slid and made two clanging sounds.

Zhuohua was scared by her or touched by a sentence in her words, but he looked at her blankly, but his eyes were faintly lit, and his voice even trembled slightly, "Do you dare to ask the girl's surname?"

Yan Wanwan's eyes flashed twice, and with her thumb, she bounced open the gap between the two short swords that had been re-sheathed. Her face was quiet and her expression was silent, "Now the surname is Yan, thirteen years ago, Xiao!"

With a "clang", Zhuohua rubbed his body and shook his hands, and waved a medicine bowl on the table next to him. The medicine soup still remained in the bowl. The bowl rolled to the ground, and the brown medicine soup sprinkled half of her skirt, but no one looked at it, but looked at it with an indistinguishable look.

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Chapter completed!