Black gold is falling in the west, dusk is flying in, and the building and boat are swaying leisurely in the waves, moving forward slowly.
After using Mu Shi, Han Changmu considered the situation outside. He was on this ship, so the news could not spread, and he could not receive flying slaves. The news was very blocked, and he didn't know what the situation was in Beijing. Did Leng Linjiang follow the time he left? Make arrangements.
I don’t know where the two groups of people who left Beijing early and rushed to Yumen Pass are now, and whether the journey was smooth.
The incident at Puningfang reminded him that the seemingly impregnable Department of Internal Security may not be monolithic and may not be worthy of unconditional trust.
When he left Beijing, he made careful arrangements, using the manpower of Jingzhao Mansion and Dali Temple, and did not alert the people of the Internal Security Department. He hoped that when he returned to Beijing in a few months, there would be good news.
Han Changmu took a sip of tea. This tea was old tea, slightly bitter and not that fragrant. It could only quench his thirst.
He walked around the room a few times, then went to the next door, knocked on the door and went in. He saw the snow-white goose feathers covering the bed.
He felt his nostrils were itching so much that he sneezed into the bed.
Goose feathers suddenly floated everywhere, like a heavy snowfall.
Yao Yao hurriedly ran around picking up goose feathers. There were too many goose feathers and she couldn't finish them. She was so angry that she jumped on her feet: "Master, you are here to cause trouble on purpose."
Han Changmu frowned and helped pick up the goose feathers. He sneezed while picking up: "What are you doing? What are you going to do with so many goose feathers?"
Yao Yao gathered all the goose feathers on the bed, put them into a big bag as high as a person, and slowly spread it out: "Make a sleeping bag, it will be useful when entering Mohe Yanqi."
Han Changmu didn't understand and asked in confusion: "What, what are you doing?"
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and said with a proud smile, "It's nothing. You'll know when it's done."
Han Changmu pursed his lips and looked at Yao Yao with his head lowered, sewing the cloth pocket stitch by stitch, and did not ask further: "How do you know we are going to Mohe Yanqi on this trip?"
Yao Yao raised his head and looked at Han Changmu as if he were a fool. He couldn't be a fool. He couldn't read. Wasn't the note written by Yang Youzi clearly written on it?
She asked tentatively: "Um, sir, do you know how to read?"
Han Changmu frowned and nodded.
She cut and sewed with her hands, and continued to ask suspiciously: "So, do you understand Yang Youzi's note?"
Han Changmu suddenly smiled. No one had ever looked at him with such suspicion, and no one had ever questioned him like this. The girl in front of him was indeed as careful as her hair, and she was worthy of the attention of General Li of Jinwu Guard.
He pinched the soft cloth bag stuffed with goose feathers and said with a faint smile: "So you still remember, I thought you forgot." His hand patted the cloth bag until it became fluffy: "This thing is so soft , what’s the use?”
Yao Yao smiled and said: "This season in Mohe Yanqi, the nights are very cold. This thing is warm and waterproof, so it is most suitable for use in Mohe Yanqi."
Han Changmu became curious and picked up the cloth bag and looked at it: "How do you use this? Can you wrap it around your body?"
Yao Yao sewed out squares of similar size on the cloth bag, then placed them on the cut oilcloth and compared them. He wanted to explain, but didn't know how to explain. He simply shook his head and smiled as if he was making a fool of himself. : "No, it's just a sleeping bag. You'll know when it's ready."
Han Changmu suppressed his curiosity and thought of the strange box made by Yao Yao. He tried it and found that it was indeed very useful. This even weirder cloth bag was also very comfortable to touch. He asked, "Just bring it with you." Did you get these goose feathers?"
Yao Yao didn't think much about it and said: "No, this is only half of it. This is my first time doing this, so I prepared a lot of things. But it looks good, and it was done in one go."
Han Changmu nodded and stood up: "Then see if there is enough left to make one for me."
Yao Yao's hand shook and the needle pricked her finger. She didn't cry out the pain. The pain was almost like being pinched by an ant. She smeared the blood beads on her body and looked at Han Changmu in surprise.
Why was this person different from the first time she saw him? When did he start to change? Could it be that it started when he slept with her, and finally when the king of Han took off his pants?
Forget it, it doesn't matter how it becomes, or what it becomes. Anyway, she can only listen to Shangguan's orders and cannot object.
She took out two pieces of oilcloth from the box and gestured at Han Changmu. For such a big man, these two pieces of oilcloth were barely enough.
She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make one for you in the next two days."
Seeing that Yao Yao agreed so happily and without any conditions, Han Changmu was stunned for a moment and felt a little embarrassed. Others owed him favors, and he never owed others favors. It didn't feel like he owed favors. Feel good.
He pondered for a moment and said calmly: "I owe you a favor. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me at any time and I will do something for you."
Yao Yao's expression changed, and he subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but he held it back and cursed secretly.
It's not humane, just don't give her little shoes to wear.
The night outside the window is getting darker, the moon's shadow falls on the river, and the boat passes by, causing tiny ripples.
Yao Yao leaned under the light and sewed the sleeping bag stitch by stitch.
Han Changmu was sitting on Xiaohu's bed, leaning on the small table, flipping through a yellowed book, reading with gusto.
Yao Yao moved his legs that were numb from sitting, looked up at Han Changmu who was sitting motionless, and was filled with admiration.
It had been fifteen years since she traveled to this dynasty, but she still couldn't adapt to sitting cross-legged like this, and her legs were numb from the pressure. She was wondering when the bedding in this dynasty would evolve into a seat, and she would be able to completely liberate her. Suffering tired legs.
After another hour, Yao Yao shook his sore wrist and twisted his stiff neck. He looked up and saw that Han Changmu was still in the same position, motionless.
He must have fallen asleep.
Yao Yao gently jumped off the bed, hugged the sleeping bag, and tiptoed towards Han Changmu.
When he was still two steps away from Han Changmu, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yao Yao expressionlessly: "Are you ready?"
Yao Yao was startled, hugging her sleeping bag and saying, "Not yet, just bad." She suddenly remembered something and asked, "Sir, does your sleeping bag need to be tied?"
Han Changmu said calmly: "It's okay, it's up to you."
Yao Yao curled his lips.
I'm not picky, it's pretty easy to get rid of.
Han Changmu stood up, moved his hands and feet, and said calmly: "Okay, just keep your things here. Follow me downstairs and go to the warehouse to have a look."
Yao Yao then remembered that Han Changmu had said during the day that he wanted to see her unpack the box.
I really don’t understand, what’s so interesting about unpacking the box, and how can I still get flowers out of it?
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door outside Han Changmu's room next door: "Mr. Han, is Mr. Han here?"
Judging from the voice, it was the bodyguard who agreed to Han Changmu's treatment of the bodyguard's injury.
Han Changmu and Yao Yao looked at each other and came to see him in the middle of the night. Could it be that the bodyguard leader was dead.
But judging from his soft-spoken and respectful manner, it didn't look like it.
Han Changmu opened the door and said to the escort: "I am here, what can I do?"
The escort was slightly surprised. Then he thought that there seemed to be nothing wrong with the young master staying in the maid's room. He hurriedly smiled and said: "Master, the escort is awake. I would like to invite you to come and see you and thank you in person."
Having woken up so quickly, it seemed that the bodyguard was indeed in good health.
Han Changmu nodded: "Okay, I'll go over there right now." He turned around and told Yao Yao: "Ah Yao, take the medicine box."
Medicine box, medicine box, a complete set for acting.
Yao Yao hurriedly packed up a medicine box and followed Han Changmu and the bodyguard.
The three people's steps landed on the floor, and heavy footsteps circled in the corridor.
When they were almost at the top of the stairs, a room door suddenly opened, and a dark face popped out. It was Bao Cheng. He said enthusiastically: "Master Han, are you here to see the injury of the escort head?" Han Changmu didn't wait. In reply, he started talking to himself: "I'll go too, I'll go too."
Han Changmu turned his head away with disgust and ignored Bao Cheng.
Yao Yao had a dark look on her face. Has this person been awake and been listening to the noise? With such a strong heart for gossip, if in her previous life, this person would have been a paparazzi, he would definitely be qualified.
The escort has woken up, but his face is still a little pale and there is no blood. He is sitting on the head of Hu's bed.
When the escorts saw Han Changmu and others coming in, they hurriedly introduced their identities to the escort chief.
The head guard smiled weakly with gratitude on his face: "Thank you so much, Mr. Han, for saving me. I would like to thank Mr. Han for saving your life."
As soon as he said this, Yao Yao's expression changed, and he looked at each other in shock as his eyes were also widened, but because his face was too dark, his expression could not be seen.
Really, such a shocking female voice. If you just listened to the voice without looking at the face, you would really think that the person speaking was a girl. Who would have thought that the person speaking was a burly man with beards.
Such a good voice, coupled with such a face, is really a waste of resources.
Han Changmu had seen the escort's voice before, and said calmly without changing his expression, his heart not beating: "The escort is very polite, but it's just a small effort and I can't afford to say thank you."
The head guard said weakly: "Young Master Han has a warm heart in ancient times. He shows kindness without seeking repayment. I admire you." He took off a jade pendant from his waist. The jade quality was ordinary, but the words "Li Yushan" were engraved on it.
He handed it to Han Changmu: "This is my jade pendant. If the Japanese and Korean masters encounter any difficulties, they can bring this jade pendant to them. I will go through fire and water without hesitation."
Li Yushan, Li Yushan.
Yao Yao looked at these three words, which looked familiar inexplicably. She frowned, but she couldn't remember where she had seen this name.
Bao Cheng's eyes were round and bright. He leaned close to Yao Yao's ear and whispered softly: "Hey, is that jade pendant valuable? You didn't even blink when you looked at it."
With such a shocking word, Yao Yao suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind. Yes, she had indeed seen this name before. Yes, it was this name.
