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Wu Feng looked up at Wu Xingyun.

She sat opposite me, her face hidden by a straw hat, so her expression was not visible.

But when he heard the words "Empress of Western Xia," he visibly froze for a moment.

It was very brief, like the pause when chopsticks accidentally touched the rim of a bowl.

If you weren't constantly watching her, you wouldn't even notice.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she held the chopsticks, and her knuckles turned slightly white.

Then she quickly relaxed, continued to pick at the rice in her bowl, her movements still calm, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Feng looked at her without saying a word.

The waiter then came over with a tray.

Braised mutton, steamed fish, garlic-flavored seasonal vegetables, and three-delicacy soup were all steaming hot and laid out on the table.

"Sir, the dishes are all ready! Enjoy your meal!" The waiter smiled and withdrew.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of lamb rib into Wu Xingyun's bowl.

Wu Xingyun lowered her head and ate in small bites, pursing her lips as she chewed.

Wu Feng finished his bowl of rice and then had another half bowl. He also drank half a pot of wine.

The casual conversations at the surrounding tables continued, and the topic of the Murong family was gradually replaced by other gossip. The players began to discuss the marriage proposal of the Western Xia princess.

"...I heard the marriage recruitment is about to start, does anyone know the exact time?"

"I don't know, we're still waiting for an announcement."

"Now that Murong Fu is dead, who can become the prince consort? Duan Yu?"

"Duan Yu is currently serving as the heir apparent in Dali; it's uncertain whether he'll come or not."

"Where's Xuzhu? Will that monk come?"

"What's Xu Zhu doing here at Shaolin Temple, where he's already a monk?"

Wu Feng ate while listening.

After finishing the last bite of his meal, Wu Xingyun gently put the bowl down.

She raised her head, and through the thin veil, her gaze fell on his face.

Then she lowered her eyes and waited for him to finish eating.

Wu Feng finished the last sip of soup, wiped his hands with a cloth, beckoned the waiter over, and paid the bill.

"Let's go." He stood up.

Wu Xingyun stood up and followed behind him.

The two walked through the lobby, lifted the curtain, and stepped into the night.

Back in the courtyard, Wu Feng stopped by the stone table and looked back at Wu Xingyun.

She stood at the doorway of the main house, her hand on the door, about to push it open and go inside.

"Just now in the lobby," Wu Feng began, his tone calm, "you paused when you heard those people mention Li Qiushui."

Wu Xingyun's hand stopped on the door panel.

She didn't turn around, she just stood there, her small back taut.

A few breaths of silence.

"It's nothing." Her voice was soft, revealing no emotion. "It's just... I heard a familiar name, but I can't remember who it is."

Wu Feng looked at her. "If you can't remember, don't think about it. Get some rest."

Wu Xingyun nodded, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard for a moment, listening to the rustling of the bamboo leaves in the night wind.

Then he turned around and walked back to his own room.

They bolted the door and lit the oil lamp.

He sat down at the table, opened the operating interface, and logged off.

The soft sound of the hatch sliding open was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Wu Feng sat up, rubbed his temples, and left the game pod.

I changed into casual clothes, grabbed my phone and keys, and left the house.

I went to my usual home-style restaurant and sat down in a corner against the wall.

"One pound of pork trotters, salted fish and eggplant stew, stir-fried sweet potato leaves with chili peppers, a bowl of sea clams and winter melon soup, and a big bowl of rice," he said to the waiter who came over.

"Okay."

While waiting for the food, he took out his phone, unlocked it, and opened the official forum for "Jianghu Dream".

The homepage information is constantly being updated.

Murong Fu's post still occupies most of the page, but its popularity has clearly decreased compared to yesterday.

After Murong Fu's death, the Murong family's power in Gusu completely collapsed, and all player contribution points became useless!

The trouble caused by Bao Butong has reached Suzhou, and the Murong family has closed their doors to visitors.

[Analysis: How significant was Murong Fu's death in the subsequent plot?]

I scrolled down the list, page by page, but there was nothing new, so I closed the forum.

Just then, the waiter started serving the dishes. Steaming hot dishes filled the table, their aroma filling the air.

He picked up his chopsticks and swept the food clean in a whirlwind.

I checked out, got up, and walked back to my place. I took a hot shower and changed into clean pajamas.

I stretched my limbs a few times by the window and twisted my neck.

Then I walked back to the gaming pod and lay down inside.

The hatch closed, and consciousness sank.

The game world, a private room.

The scene before me went from blurry to clear. The oil lamp was still burning, its flame flickering slightly.

The in-game time shows that it has just passed Hai Shi (9-11 PM).

Wu Feng stood up, took out the set of refined steel armor from his backpack, and put it on piece by piece.

The dark blue breastplate fits snugly against the body, and the arm guards are fastened tightly.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the side room; the courtyard was shrouded in darkness.

With a light tap of his toes, he leaped onto the top of the wall. He unleashed his Lingbo Weibu technique, blending into the night, and sped towards the palace.

A night breeze blew in from the palace wall, carrying the coolness of the night, and swirled a few withered leaves under the eaves.

Wu Feng stood in the shadows near the Empress's palace and looked up at the sky.

The moon was mostly obscured by clouds, with only a few rays of cool light filtering through, casting a thin layer of silver frost on the glazed tiles.

Night birds flew by in the distance, the sound of their flapping wings quickly fading into the depths of the night.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the window of Li Qiushui's bedroom.

The lights are off.

The entire palace was plunged into darkness, with only the palace lanterns hanging from the eaves still lit. Their dim yellow light swayed slightly in the night breeze, casting long shadows of the carved window frames onto the wall.

Are you resting so early?

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

During these past few days of patrolling, Li Qiushui usually stays up until after midnight before turning off the lights.

Tonight is unusual.

As he was thinking, a burst of golden light suddenly exploded at the edge of his vision.

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The large golden characters floated slowly across the field of vision, once, twice, three times.

The bullet-screen-like announcements flashed by, obscuring the night sky for a few moments.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment.

It's been almost two months, and finally there's a system event.

He stared at the line of gold characters until he finished reading, then pursed his lips and turned to walk in another direction.

The knee and arm pads rubbed together gently with each step, making a very faint rustling sound, which dissipated in the night breeze.

After passing through two corridors and around a rockery, the outline of the princess's palace came into view.

The vermilion doors and windows gleamed with a dark luster under the moonlight.

Wu Feng looked up. The window was dark.

He stood in the shadows, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards slightly.

The mother and daughter are in sync; they both went to bed early tonight.

He stood there for a few moments, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The corridor was deserted, with not a soul in sight.

Two palace lanterns hung in the distance, their light illuminating only a small area, while the rest remained shrouded in darkness.

Wu Feng turned around and walked around the patrol route first.

The night was as dark as ink that couldn't be dissolved. Occasionally, a eunuch on night duty would walk by quickly with a lantern, his steps hurried, the lantern's light casting a hazy yellow glow on the ground.

Upon seeing him, they immediately lowered their heads and stepped aside, not daring to utter a sound.

Wu Feng walked past them without looking to the side, his steps never faltering.

After completing the lap, everything was normal.

He returned to the vicinity of the princess's palace, stood behind the familiar artificial hill, and waited for another quarter of an hour.

It was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing.

With a slight thought, the dark blue refined steel armor on his body receded like ripples on water, revealing the dark blue coarse cloth suit he had worn for many days underneath.

He took the straw hat out of his backpack, put it on his head, and pulled the brim down.