However, Horuzi suddenly said: "Young master, I betrayed the Four Holy Sects. Even if you give me the antidote, I won't survive. Please give me another way to live."
Han Changmu said attentively: "I will give you a sum of money to let you leave Luntai City."
Horuzi knew that this was his only way out. He had no choice but to believe. He gasped and said, "I hope the young master will keep his word."
Han Changmu smiled, he had no choice whether to keep his word or not, it would be in vain.
He turned around and went out, leaving Gu Chen guarding He Luqi as he wrote his confession.
The snow is falling more and more all over the sky, and the clumps are as straight as wadding. There are inches of snow on the ground. When you step on it lightly, there is a crunching sound, leaving shallow footprints.
The cold wind blew up the snowflakes, and it was icy cold. Han Changmu shivered, rubbed his hands, walked through the small courtyard and walked to the lobby.
Yao Yao lay in the room for a long time, becoming more and more irritable as he lay.
It's not her who feels guilty, so why should she be the one sulking and hiding away from others?
She took off the quilt and went out, just in time to see Qing Qian coming over with her dry clothes.
She felt very embarrassed. It was not her style to smile at people duplicitously. She was about to retreat to the room to avoid Qing Qian, but was stopped by Qing Qian.
Qing Qian bowed gently and softly: "Miss Ayao, these are your clothes. My servant has also taken them back and is about to deliver them to you."
Yao Yao became even more embarrassed, and forced a smile and nodded his thanks: "Thank you, miss. From now on, the miss will just serve the young master well, and you don't have to do these chores for me."
She turned around and went in to put away her clothes. When she came out, she saw Qing Qian still standing at the door and not leaving. She was a little surprised: "What's the matter? Miss Qing Qian, is there anything else?"
Qing Qian lowered her head, her face as white as jade was slightly red, and she looked very timid: "I have just arrived, and I am not very clear about the master's temperament and habits. I think that Miss A Yao has been serving the master for a long time, and I want to talk to Miss A Yao." Please teach me your sitting and lying habits."
Yao Yao felt something was wrong when she heard this. Did this person take her for something else? Did she also take her as Han Changmu's maid, the kind who dressed and fed her during the day and warmed her bed at night?
She became unhappy all of a sudden, with a worried look on her face and a bit harsh tone: "Young Master is quite gentle, and he doesn't treat people harshly. You will know after a while."
After saying that, she was about to close the door. She was not a personal waiter, so what could she know?
But what she didn't expect was that Qing Qian blocked the door all of a sudden, her hand was caught in the crack of the door, and blood oozed from her tender skin, and she screamed immediately.
Yao Yao didn't expect Qing Qian to come and push the door, let alone push her hand into the crack of the door.
She hurriedly opened the door and saw the blood beads on Qing Qian's fingers. She sighed: "It's okay. I'll get some medicine to bandage you. I'm sure there won't be any scars."
Unexpectedly, Qing Qian fell to her knees with a thud, kowtowed repeatedly, and almost cried: "Miss A'yao, I've realized my sin. I don't dare to do it anymore. Miss A'ao, don't be angry."
Yao Yao was stunned. Where is this?
"What's wrong?" A shadow came over, and Han Changmu's cold voice came.
Yao Yao suddenly realized that what was written in Gong Dou Zhai Dou was real. It started before this happened.
Qing Qian lowered her head, shrugged her shoulders silently, and whispered timidly: "It's all my fault. I disturbed Miss A'yao. It's right for Miss A'ao to punish me."
Hearing this, Yao Yao just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.
This is the high-ranking Bai Lianhua, the top master of house fighting. To deal with her, a novice in house fighting, it is simply a killing opportunity.
Han Changmu looked at Qing Qian's blood-covered hands, and then at the expressionless Yao Yao. He sighed and said gently: "Okay, Qing Qian, you go back first. I will bandage you later."
Qing Qian responded delicately, got up from the ground and went back to the room, closed the door, lay on the door and listened to the movement outside.
Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao coldly and said calmly: "A Yao, I know I didn't tell you in advance. You are angry in your heart. If you are angry, just take it out on me. Don't embarrass Qing Qian, her." He paused For a moment, he looked difficult: "She is quite pitiful."
Yao Yao simply slapped Han Changmu in the face. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and smiled coldly: "I don't dare. The master's concubine is also my master."
"..." Han Changmu choked even harder. He was so angry that he wouldn't pay for his life.
He coaxed in a good-tempered way: "Ah Yao, stop being so arrogant. You have to understand that with my status, I am destined not to have only one wife. If you can't live with it now, what will you do in the future?"
Yao Yao's heart ached dullly, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Since traveling to this dynasty, she has long accepted her fate. She knows that no matter how tolerant women are here, it is everyone's consensus to have groups of wives and concubines. Monogamy is simply a fantasy.
But knowing and being able to accept it are two different things. She couldn't accept it, she couldn't accept it.
She smiled coldly, raised her head stubbornly, and said in a stiff tone: "Young master is joking, I don't dare to have such wishful thinking. I also ask you to go back and tell Miss Qing Qian that if you are fine in the future, don't come to my room. I don't need her to be pretentious." of attentiveness.”
Han Changmu sighed helplessly: "Okay, I will tell her and ask her not to disturb you if she has nothing to do, but Ah Yao." He paused slightly and continued: "It depends on the owner when beating a dog. She is mine after all. Maid, for my sake, if anything happens, don’t blame her harshly.”
Yao Yao was so angry that she almost spit out a mouthful of blood. She gritted her molar teeth and said bitterly: "I know this, and I will never dare to go past half a step."
Han Changmu heard the alienation and estrangement in Yao Yao's words. His heart sank and the corners of his lips curled up, wanting to say something.
But Yao Yao didn't give Han Changmu a chance to speak. She narrowed her eyes and gave him a hard look, then slammed the door shut without saying a word.
Tears welled up in an instant, and she wiped them away randomly, cursing secretly in her heart.
Why are you crying? You are worthless. Who hasn’t seen a few scumbags in this life?
Mom, I have a job and a salary, and I am a civil servant with a career plan, including food and accommodation. I can support myself even if I never get married.
As the eldest son of Prince Han, Han Changmu has been taught since he was a child that wives and concubines are all marriages for the sake of the family. Don't indulge in petty love. It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. If you like it, marry her and pamper her. Keep it, look at it a few more times, if you don't like it, marry it back and support it, just make fun of it.
It would be unfair to say that he doesn't like Yao Yao, but he just doesn't like her that much.
He never bows his head in front of a woman, let alone how to coax a girl.
Looking at the closed door, he sighed and walked back.
When she returned to the room, she saw Qing Qian sitting on the small stool, raising an aggrieved face, looking at Han Changmu with misty almond eyes.
Han Changmu's heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't say any words of reprimand. He raised his hand and pressed Qing Qian's shoulder, saying calmly: "I'll bandage it for you."
Qing Qian hummed softly, stretched out her hand, and asked Han Changmu to apply medicine and bandage her.
She lowered her head and said calmly: "Servant, I made a mistake, please punish me."
Han Changmu paused his hand slightly and said calmly: "What's wrong?"
"My maid has made Miss A'ao unhappy. If Miss A'ao is unhappy, the master will be unhappy. If the master is unhappy, it is my fault." Qing Qian lowered her head harder and harder, almost burying it in her chest.
"Where are these things?" Han Changmu smiled softly: "Ah Yao has a stubborn temper and a tough temper. You should be more tolerant when you meet her and don't conflict with her. If you are wronged, just tell me and I will tell her. ."
Qing Qian's heart suddenly relaxed, she nodded and smiled: "My maid knows that Miss A'ao will serve you first, and she is your sister. Your servant will treat Miss A'ao respectfully."
Han Changmu shook his head, and while wrapping Qing Qian's fingers, he said calmly: "Just bear with it these days, wait, when you go back, you won't be able to see her."
Qing Qian slowly raised her eyes, timidly, and didn't ask any more questions.
The night is getting darker, and the snow outside is getting heavier and heavier, and the snow is almost up to my ankles.
The evening meal was all ready downstairs. While eating, Gu Chen hurriedly rushed into the lobby, looked around, and his eyes fell on Qing Qian. He was stunned and stopped talking.
Han Changmu understood what Gu Chen meant and waved his hand: "Qingqian, go back to your room first."
Qing Qian responded and slowly went upstairs.
Xie Mengxia actually held a bowl of soup cakes and leaned against the stairs with a wink.
Gu Chen then coughed lightly and said simply: "Sir, they are moving."
Han Changmu's expression changed slightly, he put down his bamboo chopsticks, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Go and get ready, take action immediately."
He turned to Xie Mengxia and said, "Your Highness, stay here and don't let anyone enter or leave the inn."
Xie Mengxia also put away his playful expression and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I guarantee that not a single fly will fly out."
Yao Yao took a mouthful of soup cake and said with a smile: "Your Highness, in this weather, the flies have long been frozen to death and cannot fly."
Xie Mengxia glanced at Yao Yao and smiled: "Naughty."
Yao Yao made a gesture of vomiting, left the bamboo chopsticks, and went upstairs to prepare.
The snow was falling, and as a group of footprints walked past, they were quickly covered up by the vast flakes of snow.
There was still singing and dancing in the brothel, but in the small courtyard covered with strange Taihu stones, there were many people and many carriages parked.
There were suddenly many more people in that magnificent and deep mansion, all of them were extremely tough and their swords were shining coldly.
The man wearing a cloak and a hood stood in the corridor, looking at the people busy preparing under the light. He lowered his voice and said to the people next to him: "It doesn't matter how many people die. What matters is that everything is brought in without any risk."
The person next to you should say: "Holy Lord, don't worry, the ones coming this time are the elites of the Golden Envoy and the Fire Envoy. There will be no mistakes."
