The third episode, The Enchanting Beauty.

Cheng Yizhe opened the textbook, which looked quite old on the outside. The first few pages were filled with familiar and elegant handwriting, densely annotated. However, as he flipped to the back, most of the book was blank, without a single annotation.

The Emperor's Nightingale, also loved by foreigners who call her "Chinese Nightingale", named after a story by a foreign novelist. Once upon a time, there was an emperor who kept an extraordinarily beautiful nightingale in his palace. Every evening, she would sing for a short while, her enchanting voice could make withered flowers bloom again and revive dying patients... No one knew where the nightingale came from, only that she appeared at night and disappeared into the darkness.

Lao Yi is a senior journalist in the Social Affairs Department, running around the streets and alleys of the city, capturing all kinds of strange and gossip stories with his pen. If we talk about his wide network and extensive connections, I'm afraid even the police station would be overshadowed.

Cheng Yizhe felt dizzy in front of his eyes, heard the sound of glass shattering in his ears, and tasted the smell of blood in his mouth... In the distance, the patrol whistle sounded. When he struggled to stand up, those people had disappeared. The patrol arrived and saw that the car's glass was smashed and the tires were punctured. Seeing his well-dressed appearance, they assumed he was a rich boy who had provoked the gangsters. This kind of thing happens almost every day, so the patrol didn't want to bother and just asked for his address to send him home. Cheng Yizhe was in a mess and naturally didn't dare to go home, so he had to report Xia Hangsheng's address. This kind of thing happens almost every day, so the patrol didn't want to bother and just asked for his address to send him home. Cheng Yizhe was in a mess and naturally didn't dare to go home, so he had to report Xia Hangsheng's address.

Cheng Yizhe couldn't help but blurt out, "Have you been living here all along?"

Still willing to call Brother Cheng, it seems that he won't refuse him from a thousand miles away. Cheng Yizhe sighed with relief, but felt a tinge of bitterness in his heart when she mentioned Nianqing. He only smiled faintly, "Passing by here, I'll give you a ride."

The most fashionable dress nowadays is like this. The girls admired and discussed, as Nie Qiao held the book and turned around to look at the back view of the white shirt and black dress, feeling that it was simple, elegant, and more attractive the more they looked.

Cheng Yizhe slightly lowers his head so as not to touch the ceiling covered in accumulated grease and soot.

"Hmm, these are old books that have already been taught." said Nian Qiao as she turned around and busied herself with boiling water and pouring tea. "Brother Cheng, please have a seat."

"What are you looking at, I won't die!" Cheng Yizhe pushed Lao Xia away, went straight into the room, threw his coat on the ground, and washed his face with cold water in the washroom. ... Xia Hangsheng hurriedly searched through the boxes and finally found a small bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, causing a flurry of activity. ... Finally, the bleeding was stopped, but both of them were in a sorry state. Cheng Yizhe was especially miserable, with a lot of nosebleeds, blood stains on his coat and shirt, and scratches on his cheeks.

Brother Cheng... The voice of Qiao is as soft as a mosquito, "Did my sister ask you to pick me up?"

She called out again, and only then did he suddenly raise his head. His face appeared to be sinking in the dim yellow light.

Open your eyes wide, Nian Qiao, with a pair of beautiful eyes that clearly distinguish between black and white. "Oh, didn't your sister tell you that teachers don't have classes every Thursday?"

Is it her? Cheng Yizhe, although rarely involved in the world of love affairs, has also heard of this famous beauty who was once the talk of the town.

At this moment, it is the time for nocturnal activities. People and vehicles frequently come and go in the neighboring houses. Men and women, dressed up, immerse themselves in the night. In the distance, the consulate area lights up with a vibrant atmosphere. The nightlife is just beginning... Cheng Yizhe waits in the car, keeping a close eye on No. 6 Chunshen Lane. He sees the lights on the second floor, but the windows are tightly shut. It is unclear if there is any activity behind the curtains... Time slips away bit by bit, harder to bear than ever before... Cheng Yizhe waits in the car, keeping a close eye on No. 6 Chunshen Lane. He sees the lights on the second floor, but the windows are tightly shut. It is unclear if there is any activity behind the curtains... Time slips away bit by bit, harder to bear than ever before... Finally, it reaches ten o'clock, ten-thirty, eleven o'clock, but Nian Qing never comes out from behind that door.

Spring Deep Lane... Old Yi took a puff of his pipe and casually flipped through his precious address book. Frowning, he thought to himself, "There are a few celebrities living in this lane, but I don't recall anyone at number six."

Mr. Xia Hangsheng called his friend at the patrol station and asked him to investigate the resident of No. 6 Chunshen Lane. However, the reply was that the landlord had moved to Nanyang early in the morning and rented the house to a businessman from another province. The specific situation is unknown.

What happened? Xia Hangsheng suddenly felt that something was wrong. He had never seen Cheng Yizhe so angry before.

At the end of the school day, when the old bell rings, groups of three or five female students walk out of the school together, making the quiet tree-lined path lively like a sea of flowers in March. Under the warm winter sun in the south, most of the female students are still wearing padded jackets and cheongsams. Occasionally, some fashionable girls have already put on white wide-sleeved narrow-waisted jackets, paired with black long skirts, cut their hair into ear-length, and walked with a plain face, attracting the attention of the crowd. Under the warm winter sun in the south, most of the female students are still wearing padded jackets and cheongsams. Occasionally, some fashionable girls have already put on white wide-sleeved narrow-waisted jackets, paired with black long skirts, cut their hair into ear-length, and walked with a plain face, attracting the attention of the crowd.

Old Yi sighed and said, "The Emperor's Nightingale!"

Yes, it's her, the "Chinese Nightingale," Yun Yi. Old Yi took a puff of his cigarette, exhaling the alluring name as if his tongue was tinged with a touch of glamour. Then he shook his head and said, "It is said that her residence is at No. 7 Chunshen Lane, but very few people have seen her coming and going. Occasionally, she appears in a car..." Furthermore, you also know who Medusa's backstage is. Yun Yi, this money-making tree, has bodyguards escorting her in and out. No one can get close.

I don't know about this. I haven't been to many places in the city, and my sister never has time to take me out to play," Nian Qiao pouted.

Amidst the rush, I caught a glimpse of that figure on the side, which was familiar and heart-wrenching.

Cheng Yizhe fell onto the chair and after a while finally uttered a sentence, "I have been following Nian Qing."

The next morning, I rushed to the newspaper office. However, Shen Nianqing was nowhere to be found even until almost noon. It was not until I asked Ye Qixian that I found out she had taken the day off early in the morning.

Cheng Yizhe suddenly looked up and stared at Lao Yi, "Who lives in apartment number seven?"

It's a pity that heaven can't see. He has tried countless times to probe, but you refuse to disclose your address. Although the newspaper's information department can also find it, he dare not rashly invade your privacy. He roughly knows that you live in a certain area, and he has secretly lingered nearby many times, but he has never approached.

Cheng Yizhe remained silent with a sullen expression.