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At 3:45 AM, the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice, opened his eyes, and exhaled a long breath.

He stood up, his joints making a series of soft, cracking sounds as he moved.

The armor, made of refined steel, was worn neatly, its dark blue plates gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He leaped from the roof and landed on the blue bricks with a soft thud, which was particularly clear in the silent palace.

When he arrived at the shift change area, Zhao Yong and his men were already waiting.

Sixteen people stood in two rows, their torches extinguished, the faint light from the horizon illuminating their weary faces.

Upon seeing Wu Feng approach, they all clasped their hands in greeting: "My lord."

Wu Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over the group of people.

"Let's go to the city gate to hand over the duties." After saying that, Wu Feng turned and walked towards the city gate.

Zhao Yong and his men followed behind him. They passed through several palace gates, circled the corridors, and arrived at the city gate.

The handover commander was dozing off against a pillar by the city gate when he heard footsteps. He was jolted awake and instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword.

"General Zhou." Wu Feng walked up to him and cupped his hands in greeting.

When the garrison commander surnamed Zhou recognized him, he breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his grip on his sword hilt, and grinned, "Lord Wu, you've had a long day."

He glanced at the sixteen people behind Wu Feng. "Your third team had a relatively peaceful night?"

Zhao Yong stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Reporting to General Zhou, everything is normal, there are no abnormalities."

General Zhou nodded, yawned, and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, the handover is complete. You can go back and rest now."

He turned and waved to his team, "Brothers, shift change."

Wu Feng didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the side gate of the palace.

Zhao Yong and the others followed behind him, their footsteps gradually dispersing as they returned to their respective camps.

Stepping out the side door, the sky outside was already bright.

A large expanse of pale white dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, with a few wisps of rosy clouds peeking through the clouds, tinged with a faint orange-red, like torn silk hanging on the distant mountain peaks.

After walking along the street for about fifteen minutes, I turned into that familiar, quiet alley.

With a slight thought, the dark blue, hundred-refined steel armor on his body receded like ripples on water, the armor plates dissipating one by one to reveal the dark blue coarse cloth suit he had worn for many days underneath.

He then took out the bamboo hat from his backpack, put it on his head, and pulled the brim down.

The dark gray veil hanging down the edges covered most of her face, revealing only the outline of her chin.

Take a deep breath of the cool morning air, then step out of the alley.

A small queue formed in front of the naan bread stalls on the street. The charcoal in the ovens burned bright red, and white steam mixed with the aroma of charred bread billowed out, forming a slanting trail of smoke in the morning breeze.

Several early-rising merchants squatted by the stall, wolfing down the steaming hot naan bread.

He walked around the stall, crossed two streets, returned to the Shunlai Inn, and called out towards the front hall, "Waiter!"

The waiter trotted over, a smile plastered on his face: "Sir, would you like some breakfast?"

"Hmm." Wu Feng took out a piece of silver weighing about three qian from his sleeve and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.

"Breakfast for three. The mutton offal soup should be thick, the flatbread should be fresh out of the oven, two dishes of pickled vegetables, and four eggs. Bring it to the yard. Also, prepare two buckets of hot water for my room, make it very hot."

"Alright!" The waiter took the silver, weighed it in his hand, his smile widened, and he turned and ran back in a flash.

Wu Feng walked to the door of the main house and knocked three times on the wooden door.

A moment later, the door opened from the inside.

Wu Xingyun stood in the doorway, still wearing her light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her hair was a little loose, with a few strands hanging down in front of her forehead.

Her face looked pale in the morning light, but her eyes were clear and bright, showing no signs of waking up.

She silently looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Breakfast will be delivered in a bit. Wait here in the yard for a while," Wu Feng said. "I have something to do."

Wu Xingyun's gaze lingered on his face for a moment before he walked to the stone table and sat down.

A morning breeze blew by, and the bamboo leaves of the clumps of short bamboo swayed beside her, their shadows swaying slightly on her face and clothes.

Wu Feng turned and walked into the side room. Li Qinglu was still lying on the bed, the blanket had slipped down a bit, revealing the fair skin on her shoulders.

She was sleeping soundly, her lips slightly parted, her breathing shallow and even.

He walked to the bedside and sat down on the edge. The bed frame creaked slightly.

He reached out and gently nudged her shoulder. His palm touched her warm, smooth skin.

Li Qinglu frowned slightly, let out a muffled hum, turned over, turned her back to him, and continued to sleep.

Wu Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. He pushed her again, this time with more force.

Li Qinglu finally opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat blank.

He blinked, his gaze slowly focusing, and he saw the person in front of him clearly.

Then the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"Wu Lang," her voice was a little hoarse, with the lingering languor of someone just waking up, "so early?"

"Time to get up," Wu Feng said. "Pack your things, we'll be leaving the city soon."

Li Qinglu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and sat up on the bed.

The blanket slipped off, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

She glanced down at herself, her face flushed slightly, and reached up to pull the blanket up to cover her chest.

Wu Feng turned around and walked to the table, took the bundle out of his backpack, and placed it on the table.

The bundle wasn't large, but it was heavy; it contained the gold and silver jewelry that Li Qinglu had brought from the palace the night before.

He pushed the bundle over, "Change into simpler clothes so you can leave the city later. Put on some makeup to cover it up."

Li Qinglu looked at him and nodded. She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and walked barefoot to the table.

When the bundle was opened, there were several neatly folded clothes and a pile of gold and silver jewelry.

She rummaged through the items, took out the moon-white men's long robe, and unfolded it to examine it.

"I had a palace maid make this secretly," she looked up and smiled at him. "I was planning to wear it when I sneaked out of the palace to play someday, but I never expected to actually need it."

Wu Feng looked at her without saying a word.

Li Qinglu carried the clothes and walked behind the screen.

The rustling sound of fabric coming from behind the screen came a moment later.

The moon-white long gown she wore was loose and baggy, making her look even more slender.

The belt around her waist was tightened, accentuating her slender waist. She walked to the dressing table, sat down, and began to comb her hair in front of the bronze mirror.

Wu Feng walked behind her, leaned against the dressing table, and looked at her.

Li Qinglu was very skillful. She quickly coiled her long, black hair into a bun, secured it with a jade hairpin, and styled it into a hairstyle commonly seen on men.

Then she took out a small box from her bundle, opened it, and inside were things like rouge and face powder.

She looked in the bronze mirror and began to apply makeup to her face. Her movements were very light and careful.

First, she applied a thin layer of powder to her face to cover her fair skin and make her complexion appear duller.

Then I picked up an eyebrow pencil and drew my originally thin eyebrows thicker and darker, with the tails slightly upturned, adding a touch of heroic spirit.

Finally, she took out a small, neatly trimmed wig from the box.

She carefully placed the fake beard above her lips in front of the bronze mirror.

After sticking it on, he looked at himself from all sides, a smug smile spreading across his face.

She turned around and looked at Wu Feng. Wu Feng was taken aback.

That face had completely changed. The once gentle and beautiful woman had now become a handsome young man.

His skin tone was a bit darker, his eyebrows were thicker, and he still had a small mustache above his lips.

His facial features were still the same, but put together, he looked like a handsome young man.

"How is it? My makeup looks pretty good, right, Wu Lang?" Li Qinglu looked at him, her eyes bright, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Wu Feng stared at her for a few moments, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Not bad," he said. "Let's go, put this on."

He took the bamboo hat out of his backpack and handed it to her.

Li Qinglu took the bamboo hat, twirled it in her hand, and then put it on her head.

The brim of the hat was pulled low, and the hanging dark gray veil covered most of her face.

She stood up, turned around in front of him, and the hem of her moon-white long robe fluttered slightly.

"Will this work?" she asked.

Wu Feng nodded. "Let's go."