He stretched out his hand to push Bao Cheng's head to the side, then stood in front of him and said with a smile: "Don't you want Mr. Bao to outlive the bastard and outlive the tortoise? Then why are you still so curious?"
Bao Cheng snorted, and although he looked disdainful, he still hid aside knowingly.
Yao Yao's hands trembled very weakly as he tore open the seal.
She was indeed a little panicked. She recognized the handwriting on it. It was undoubtedly written by her adoptive father Liu Shengsheng. However, he had never contacted her in this way. She had always gone back to see him every now and then to pass on news. .
She uneasily took out a piece of plain white tissue paper and held it in front of her eyes. Light shined through the thin paper.
She walked to the candle with the paper, took off the gauze lampshade, and slowly heated the blank white paper in the candle flame.
In just a moment, lines of young regular script appeared on the paper, but they were arranged in a disorganized manner and their meaning was unclear.
She always insisted on reading and writing. She only read these dozens of words once and memorized them in her heart. Then she turned the paper into ashes. She lowered her head and concentrated for a moment, and called He Denglou: "Alou, help me." Take the Flower Planting Notes published in the 6th year of Yong'an."
He Denglu responded, turned around and left without hesitation.
Bao Cheng felt that Yao Yao's behavior was very strange, like a spy jointly recording secret codes.
But he didn't rush forward rashly, he just sat and watched from a distance. Because his curiosity supported him, he could wake up in an instant even if he was so sleepy that he dozed off little by little.
Yao Yao looked amused and said calmly, "Go to bed if you feel sleepy. Don't stay here."
Bao Cheng shook his head quickly and said in a high-sounding voice: "No, it's okay. Your poison has just been cleared. I have to guard you in case something happens again."
Yao Yao pursed his lips and smiled thoughtfully.
In just a moment, He Dengglou walked into the side hall with a thin booklet under his arm.
Yao Yao took it and flipped through it. Each page seemed to be turned at random, but only she knew what she saw in those pages, which words she remembered, and how they were connected together.
When the whole book was flipped through, she sat there as if she had lost her soul. She didn't speak or move for a long time. Her hands involuntarily loosened, and the book fell to the ground with a "pop".
He Dengglou and Bao Cheng sensed something was wrong, and both walked up to Yao Yao. He Dengglou said in panic: "Boss Yao, what's wrong with you, what happened?"
Yao Yao slowly raised her head, with a dull expression on her pale face, and the deepest despair and fear hidden in her eyes. The corners of her lips moved, and before she could speak, she vomited a mouthful of blood.
Blood was sprinkled on the green brick floor, and bloody flowers bloomed one after another, which was thrilling to watch.
Bao Cheng exclaimed: "Oh, maybe the poison has not been removed." He hurriedly turned over a pile of pill bottles, piled them all in front of Yao Yao, and said in a trembling voice: "It's okay, Ah Yao, it’s okay, these are the elixirs refined by the sect master, you’ll be fine after taking them.”
With blood on her lips, Yao Yao forced a smile: "I'm fine, I'm fine." She turned to He Denglu and smiled: "Alou, go get me another bowl of porridge, I'm hungry."
He Denglou exclaimed and hurried out.
Yao Yao then lowered his voice and said to Bao Cheng, "I'm going to the Han Mansion to recover from my injuries. Please help me."
Bao Cheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the problem was with the clueless letter. He didn't ask any more questions and nodded: "Okay, I'll take you to Han Mansion."
Yao Yao thanked him and said with an moved expression: "Let He go up to the building to see us off. He is familiar with Wu Hou who watches the night. With him here, we won't get slapped with trouble at night."
There were hurried footsteps in the distance. Yao Yao blinked, then quickly lay down and closed his eyes weakly.
Bao Cheng understood and immediately screamed at the top of his lungs: "Ah Yao, you, why are you injured so badly? Ah Yao, these elixirs alone are not enough, you also need to use thousand-year-old ginseng and ten thousand-year-old snow lotus. , Ah Yao, let’s go and beg Mr. Han, he is a dignified prince, isn’t it trivial to find something like this? Ah Yao, Ah Yao, you can’t die!!”
Yao Yao twitched the corner of his mouth, he was so dramatic, Jingzhao Mansion deserves an Oscar.
Sure enough, the footsteps stopped, and then there was the sound of the porcelain bowl falling to the ground and smashing into pieces.
He climbed the stairs and rushed in, threw himself heavily on Yao Yao, and cried loudly: "Boss Yao, Boss Yao, Boss Yao."
Yao Yao was hit by this mountain-like body and his breathing was stagnant. He could hardly hold on anymore and coughed out.
He Dengglou's cries gradually became more like a tearful cry, with the twists and turns of crying and sighing three times. Yao Yaoxu closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched more and more. Why didn't she realize before that He Dengglou was also a good singer? Where are the seedlings?
Bao Cheng hurriedly grabbed He Denglu, who was crying non-stop, and said urgently: "Don't cry, don't cry, she's not dead yet, you're crying too early."
When He Denglu heard this, he opened his mouth and cried even harder.
Bao Cheng was so angry that he was about to go crazy. He held his hands tightly and roared: "Stop crying. Either send us to the Han Mansion for help, or you can continue to cry and bury us while you cry."
He Denglu immediately stopped talking, and he stopped talking urgently. He even burped, his eyes filled with tears that were about to fall, and he asked with a hoarse voice and a choked voice: "You, you, mean Boss Yao?" Is there any help?"
Bao Cheng nodded guiltily: "If you keep crying, there will be no hope."
He Denglou got the answer, and without saying a word, he asked the yamen servant to put the car into gear. The car was also covered with thick wool felt blankets and new cotton brocade quilts. He then went to Liu Fuyin's residence in the same building and asked for a handwritten letter in case he was asked by Marquis Wu.
The carriage of the Jingzhao Mansion Office was too small to hold a charcoal pot, and it was too crowded for both of them to sit in. Bao Cheng sent Yao Yao into the carriage, then stepped out, and sat on the shaft of the carriage with He Denglu.
The thick cotton car curtain fell down, blocking the deep and slightly cool night. Yao Yao opened his eyes. The panic and despair in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a faint haze.
Liu Shengsheng only said one sentence in the letter: She is the backup choice for the rotation of the death guard.
She understood everything.
Emperor Yong'an's dissatisfaction with her has accumulated to the extreme. If she continues to make no achievements, she will be doomed by the death guard rotation at the end of the month.
She closed her eyes. When gods fight, little devils suffer. She has to think carefully about how to reverse the situation.
It was deep and quiet at night, and the sound of the wheels could be heard far away.
Along the way, I met several groups of Wuhou who were on night watch. I saw that the person driving the carriage was He Dengglou. I asked him more carefully that it was Yao Canjun from Jingzhao Mansion who was poisoned and urgently went to the Han Mansion for medical treatment. He Dengglou still had Liu Fuyin's hand in his hand. Writing in handwriting, Marquis Wu naturally hurriedly let him go.
He Denglou was so anxious that the whip crackled loudly, the horses galloped, and the wheels of the cart ran over the bluestone slabs. The sound was rapid and loud, like thunder.
Bao Cheng glanced at He Denglou and saw beads of sweat falling from his forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
This man was really loyal to Yao Yao, and he drove the carriage out of the rocket's sight.
Although the Jingzhao Mansion was far away from the Han Mansion, He Denglou drove quickly and knocked on the gate of Yongchangfang. After a short while of galloping in the winding alley, he saw two closed red doors hanging high. On the plaque, the word "Hanfu" is particularly eye-catching.
Seeing these two words, He Denglu suddenly relaxed. He rolled down from the car, grabbed the door knocker and smashed the door hard. While smashing it, he yelled: "Open the door, open the door quickly, save people, open the door quickly, Jingzhao Mansion's Yao Canjun is seriously injured and has come to ask for help. Please open the door quickly."
Yao Yao closed his eyes in despair.
Why don't you shout so loudly and shout so unluckily? If you keep shouting like this, half of Chang'an City will know early tomorrow morning that a soldier from the Jingzhao Prefecture has been seriously injured and has come to ask the young envoy of the Internal Security Department for help.
How will she meet people in the future? She doesn't want to lose face.
Fortunately, the door of Han Mansion soon opened a gap, and a man who looked like a young boy poked his head out.
He Denglou was overjoyed, and hurriedly handed over the famous post and warrant, and said politely: "This little brother, I am the arrester of Jingzhao Mansion. This is the famous post and the warrant of Lord Fu Yin. The soldier from Jingzhao Mansion is seriously injured. I’m here to ask Mr. Han to help me heal my injuries, please let me know.”
The boy looked at He Denglou up and down, and saw that he was indeed wearing the official uniform of the head catcher of Jingzhao Mansion, so he took the name card and handwriting from his hand, took a look at it, nodded expressionlessly and said: "He catches the head Please wait a moment, I will go and report back now."
With that said, the door slammed shut.
He Denglou touched the tip of his nose that was almost hit, and stood leaning against the door. His heart that had just been put down was now high again. What would he do if the boy didn't go to report it?
He turned around and asked Bao Cheng: "How is Boss Yao?"
Bao Cheng lifted the car curtain and took a look. Seeing Yao Yao breathing calmly and looking at him with a smile, he curled his lips helplessly, making his voice sound urgent and trembling: "It's not good, hurry up and knock on the door again."
He Denglu's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hand again, ready to smash the door.
As soon as his fist fell, the door suddenly opened, and his fist suddenly fell into the air, and it was about to hit the visitor's face.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from Zheli Lai, grabbed his wrist tightly, and pushed him out of the door. He staggered and got out of the way.
The person who was almost hit by him was the Major Envoy of the Internal Security Department, Han Changmu.
He trembled and said quickly: "Master Han, Boss Yao, it's not good."
Han Changmu had already received the boy's reply, and when he heard these words from He Denglao again, he panicked. He pushed He Denglu away and walked quickly to the carriage.
Bao Cheng hesitated and was about to speak when he was pushed away by Han Changmu. He pulled off the curtain and saw Yao Yao sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed. His face was frighteningly white and his breath was so weak that he could hardly detect it. When he arrived, his face changed drastically, he turned around and said sternly: "Bao Cheng, what's going on!!"
Bao Cheng's face was even uglier than Han Changmu's.
