Film and TV: Starting from the Night Watchman of Dafeng

Chapter 4 Nangong Qianrou: There is some similarity

"Dip~tap~"

A space that never sees sunlight will inevitably become damp and moldy.

In a corner of the room, the regular sound of dripping water from the ceiling was annoying.

Wei An sat on the torture bench covered with scratches and cuts, his brain working quickly to mobilize his memory.

The person behind the scenes has controlled the predecessor for more than ten years, which must be a long-term plan.

His predecessor suffered a lot, and even he had suffered great hardships.

However, he was never given any tasks like spying on military secrets or bribing court officials, and he was not even trained in the most basic qualities of a spy.

Under such a premise, he was sent to the capital of Dafeng, the headquarters of the night watchmen...

There are loopholes in the logic no matter how you think about it.

He had some guesses, but was unable to verify them due to information asymmetry.

Not long after, a series of subtle sounds came from far away. They were not footsteps. The entire organization of night watchmen was basically made up of warriors, and their control over strength was unquestionable.

A slender figure was the first to break into the dim candlelight. The man's eyes were full of evil, and there was a frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth. He had phoenix eyes, willow-shaped eyebrows, a handsome face, and a feminine temperament. The first impression he gave Wei An was... Without his extraordinary powers, if this man was from his original world, he would probably settle in Rongcheng.

He stood up, his eyes swept across the pure golden gong on the man's chest, and then looked behind the man. There was Liu Hong, two other bronze gongs, and an unknown person holding them. The light was so dim that he could not see clearly.

"This is Nangong Jinluo."

Liu Hong's posture and tone were very respectful when introducing the feminine man.

"Meet Nangong Jinluo."

Wei An took half a step forward, two steps away from Nangong Qianrou, and bowed briefly.

Nangong Qianrou did not respond, but took a step and a half forward, leaning her upper body slightly, almost touching Wei An's face, which scared the latter back half a step.

When he wanted to retreat again, he was hooked by this person, and he could neither retreat nor advance, and was really in a dilemma.

The frivolous eyes wandered across his face unscrupulously, and Wei An's scalp tingled.

He is still a teenager now.

Seeing this situation, Liu Hong and the two Tongluo men in the back were also a little stunned.

Liu Hong gave a wink, and the two Tongluo immediately shifted their gaze elsewhere.

“There are some similarities.”

Nangong Qianrou stepped back.

Wei An breathed a sigh of relief.

resemblance?

What's similar?
Doubts arose in his mind, but he did not respond. He really did not know what the consequences would be if he spoke to this person.

Nangong Qianrou waved slightly backwards, and the two bronze gongs behind her stepped forward.

"How? Do you recognize it?"

Wei An looked at the man who was being held up. He was wearing prison uniform, with disheveled hair and bloodstains all over the uniform. How could he recognize him?

Without Nangong Qianrou saying anything, Liu Hong threw the ball he had been holding in his hand at Wei An's feet.

Wei An looked at it intently, and the next second, his pupils trembled.

These are clearly the clothes of the owner of the tile spice shop in Liuer Lane.

The air was stagnant for a moment, and thoughts were spinning rapidly under the urging of instinct.

Wei An's expression calmed down, and he looked at the man again. Finally, he met Nangong Qianrou's gaze and nodded, "I recognize him."

"Then...explain."

The tone was rather rude. Wei An had no choice but to obey, saying, "I'm originally from Baoshan County, Qingzhou. My mother died when I was born, and my father was an alcoholic who never took care of me. When I was young, the neighbors helped take care of me. When I was five, someone came to my house and abducted my father and me to a village. At that time, I didn't know the exact location of the village. After that, someone specially enlightened me, taught me to read and write, and to learn the classics of the sages. They separated me from my father. At first, I saw my father once every month, then once every three months, and after I turned ten, I saw him once a year. Before I was fourteen, I had never left the village, nor had I ever seen the true face of anyone in the village. I tried to resist, disobeyed, refused to learn the classics of the sages, refused to practice calligraphy, and I also tried to escape. Without exception, the poison in my body erupted, and the pain was unbearable. Once, I almost died."

His tone was calm and his explanation was light, but one could hear the pain and misery of his experience.

Nangong Qianrou, Liu Hong and the two Tongluo were all silent.

Suddenly, Nangong Qianrou chuckled, "So, your reputation for being studious and hardworking is actually due to being forced by others?"

This guy obviously has a bad mouth.

Wei An ignored him and replied, "When I was fourteen, the village arranged for me to attend the Jie County School. It was only then that I learned that the village was located in Dadan Mountain, south of Jie County. I didn't dare report it to the authorities, let alone reveal any information about the village. My life, and my father's life, were in the hands of others."

"Those villains wanted me to break through to the ninth level and enter Chang'an and Yunlu Academy as soon as possible, otherwise they would stop providing me with the antidote. I spent a year at the county school, but I still couldn't break through. One day a month ago, I was inspired by reading a book and wrote that poem. By chance, someone sent the poem to Master Song Zheng. I was recommended by a great scholar and was fortunately admitted to Yunlu Academy. I didn't die from the poison."

"Why do I have to force you to study Confucianism? Why do I have to force you to enter Yunlu Academy? Wouldn't it be better to enter the Imperial College?" Nangong Qianrou secretly tested.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Wei An shook his head, looking at him calmly, and said, "I don't know. They never mentioned it. They only told me how to get the antidote in the future."

Nangong Qianrou nodded and fell into thought.

Wei An appeared calm on the surface, but he was tormented in his heart.

Just as he had been given the sword of Damocles, his life was now in the hands of others.

This feeling... is very bad, very bad!

"You're very calm."

After a while, Nangong Qianrou spoke in a mischievous tone.

Wei An frowned slightly, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it and said, "At this moment, I am the fish on the chopping board."

"Yes, you can see the situation clearly and haven't become a blockhead." Nangong Qianrou didn't know whether to praise or criticize. Confucianism values ​​backbone and integrity the most.

He paused and said to Wei An, "Come with me to see someone."

...

After walking out of the dungeon, when the sunlight shone on his face and body again, Wei An did not feel much warmth.

To the south, soon a tall building came into view, with a pointed top and layers of flying eaves, looking the same in all directions. The highest floor overlooked the entire night watchman's office.

There was a huge plaque on the first floor door with the words "Haoqi Tower" written on it. There were two guards on both sides of the door. When they saw Wei An, they did not step forward to stop him, but still looked at Nangong Qianrou.

The latter replied, "Godfather wants to see this person."

The two men let Wei An in, and he went inside, climbed up seven floors, and entered a tea room.

He was stopped in front of a cloud-patterned screen, while Nangong Qianrou walked around the screen.

The tea room is leaning against the corridor and has a fully open balcony, which allows sunlight to shine in. Through the screen, you can vaguely see the outline of a person sitting cross-legged.

Is this the head night watchman, the military god Wei Yuan?

I don’t know what tricks that sissy used. At such a close distance, Wei An couldn’t hear what he said.

After a while, Wei An saw Nangong Qianrou stand up through the screen.

Should I be done with this?

Life or death depends on what happens next!

"So, you don't know much about your father, Wei An?"

The man sitting cross-legged and drinking tea spoke in a steady voice.

Father, Wei Feng, that drunkard?
His knowledge of his adoptive father was limited to his memories of his previous life; he had never met him.

Why did you bypass him and only mention his father?

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