Bao Cheng was startled by the loud sound of kicking the door, and before he could scream in terror, Jin Yu covered his mouth, picked him up from the waist, and dragged him outside the door.
When Han Changmu saw Bao Cheng's worried look when he turned back, he became even more angry and almost wanted to kill someone.
He didn't need to go to Yeting in person today, but for some reason, when he heard that something was hidden in Yeting, he wanted to go there and used the excuse of getting something to cover up that he wanted to see Yao Yao. The place where Yao lived.
But when he comes back, what awaits him is deception, use, and being played like a fool.
The heavy curtains hung down, completely covering the situation on the bed.
Han Changmu squeezed his hands so tightly that his joints turned white and his veins burst. He walked towards the bed step by step, each step being difficult and heavy.
His hand trembled slightly and fell on the heavy curtain, but he refused to open it.
He was afraid that when he opened the curtain, he would see a scene he didn't want to see, that his suspicions would be confirmed, and that he would have to deal with that person himself.
He endured it again and again, and with a "crash" sound, he tore off the heavy curtain.
Then his eyes wandered and fell on the bed, shrinking slightly, obviously very surprised, and in an instant he was ecstatic.
There was a person lying quietly on the bed. His hair was neatly spread on one side of the soft pillow, without any mess, and the brocade quilt was evenly raised and lowered.
A lamplight casts a dim light on the brocade quilt, flowing like water waves.
All this shows that Yao Yao slept very deeply and never woke up.
He was stunned for a moment, his heavy eyes wandered over Yao Yao's body, and then he suddenly reached out and pulled away the brocade quilt with lightning speed.
Yao Yao's hands were folded and resting on his lower abdomen. The moon-white middle coat on his body fit snugly, without any trace of wrinkles and messiness, and he didn't look like he was lying down in a hurry.
He suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment about taking advantage of someone else's situation. He hurriedly covered the brocade quilt gently, took a deep breath, calmed his pounding heart, and let out a long sigh of relief.
He felt a little ashamed in his heart. A Yao was injured because of him, and the injury was so serious. He still hasn't woken up yet, so how could he do such a thing as a chicken crowing or a dog stealing?
There are many people in this world who are highly skilled in lightening the body, and naturally there are also many people who have similar body skills to A Yao.
It's his fault, it's his villainous heart.
He rubbed his forehead, packed up the curtains, lifted them and hung them on the carved copper hooks. He turned around and shouted outside: "Jinyu, let Mr. Bao come in."
Bao Cheng was pushed hard by Jin Yu and staggered into the room. He rubbed his neck in anger and glared at Han Changmu.
Han Changmu apologized awkwardly: "Mr. Bao, I was really reckless. Just now, an assassin assassinated His Highness the King of Han and hurt the people around His Highness. I was concerned and confused, so I broke into the guest room without authorization. Please forgive me, Ling Tong Haihan." ."
Bao Cheng snorted coldly.
If there is anything to do, it will be beautiful, but if there is nothing to do, it will be summer and spring. He doesn't want to talk to people who are crossing rivers and burning bridges.
He returned the salute indignantly and said in a long and sarcastic tone: "It's okay. I and A Yao are living under someone else's roof. I don't dare to blame His Highness the Crown Prince."
Han Changmu knew that he was reckless and did not care about Bao Cheng's extremely bad attitude. He smiled and said, "Has A Yao ever woke up?"
Bao Cheng shook his head: "She still hasn't woken up, but Han Fengyu said that her breathing has become much more stable. I think she will be able to wake up after taking one day of medicine tomorrow."
Han Changmu breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah Yao is a martial arts practitioner after all, and his foundation is better than ordinary people. He recovered so quickly from such a serious injury."
Bao Cheng became angry all of a sudden. He stared and his tone became more and more unkind: "No matter how good your foundation is, you can't withstand such abuse. She will be seriously injured and return home from time to time. If she continues to waste like this, sooner or later she will die." Do not know at all."
Han Changmu was not a gentle person to begin with, and he could hardly maintain the gentle expression on his face, and his cold air suddenly overflowed. However, although Bao Cheng's words were extremely sarcastic, they were genuine concern from the bottom of his heart. He still nodded repeatedly: "What Ling Tong said is that A Yao is a girl after all, and I will definitely not let A Yao put himself in danger again in the future."
Bao Cheng accepted it and waved his hand: "That's not what you said. After all, A Yao is a member of the public, and you should do your best when you should do it. Otherwise, the salary will be too hot to hold, just in case of danger. Sometimes, the adults still have to let the big men rush forward first. It would be a shame for the big men to always let a little girl rush forward."
Han Changmu smiled and said, "What Ling Tong said is true." He squeezed Yao Yao's hand through the brocade quilt and asked, "Is it cold for Ling Tong to sleep at night? Do you want to add another brocade quilt?"
Bao Cheng was flattered by this sudden concern. He shuddered and said, "No, no need. I have strong firepower and am not afraid of the cold."
At some point, Han Changmu put his hand under the brocade quilt and shook Yao Yao's hand. The cool fingertips made him tremble slightly.
He was a little surprised that after being covered by the quilt for so long, his hands were still as cold as ice cubes.
He didn't think about it, he just felt that A Yao's body was indeed too weak and needed to be replenished.
He retracted his hand and said: "Then Lingtong should rest early. I will ask Han Fengyu tomorrow if A Yao can take some ginseng soup. She is really too weak and her hands are cold."
Bao Cheng choked for a moment, feeling quite guilty, and responded angrily.
Han Changmu raised his lips and smiled, looked at Yao Yao again, and then walked out.
The door closed gently, and the cool night was shut outside.
Bao Cheng turned on the light and glanced out unintentionally.
After all, Han Changmu was a cautious person. Although his suspicion was gone, he still left two guards outside the door, one guarding the door and the other guarding the window. If Yao Yao still wanted to go out secretly, he would have to lift the roof tiles and leave the room. The top drill went out.
He sighed silently, sat on the edge of the bed, and said fearfully: "Oh, I'm going, but it scared me to death. Why did he come in suddenly? I thought he was going to kill someone with a knife. Fortunately, you came back in time. ."
A thin layer of cold sweat oozed from Yao Yao's palms. He wiped his hands on his shirt, slowly straightened up, leaned on the big brocade pillow, and stared at the ceiling thoughtfully: "I'm still careless. I didn’t expect him to be so familiar with my movements.”
Bao Cheng heaved a sigh of relief: "Did you succeed?"
Yao Yao didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out the night clothes from under his body and handed it to Bao Cheng: "Hide it under that big cabinet. Don't let anyone find it."
Bao Cheng put away his night clothes and asked worriedly: "Do you think he still doubts you now?"
Yao Yao rested his arm on his pillow and murmured: "Originally, I dispelled his suspicion, but then he squeezed my hand. At first, he thought I was weak, but after thinking about it, he will figure it out sooner or later. I've been freezing outside for a long time."
Bao Cheng shook his hands and quickly started to pack his things. As he was packing, he muttered: "I told you earlier, hurry up. What are you doing lying down? Hurry up and pack your things and run away."
Yao Yao turned his head and looked at Bao Cheng: "Running away, why are you running away?"
Bao Cheng gently tapped Yao Yao's forehead with his finger: "If you don't run away while he is confused now, maybe you can wait for him to wake up and realize that we are conspiring to assassinate the King of Han, and then arrest us." Cut it into pieces."
Yao Yao smiled: "In this dynasty, there is no punishment for splitting a car. It cannot be broken into eight pieces. At most, it is beheading."
Bao Cheng frowned: "A disaster is imminent, and you still have the energy to make a joke."
Yao Yao said casually: "No, he didn't hold my hand. He was just suspicious at most. If he really wanted to catch me, he would definitely try to test me again. I won't take action anymore and won't let him catch me." That’s it.”
Bao Cheng had always been a straight-headed person and couldn't understand the many twists and turns in the overt and covert fights. He opened his mouth and said angrily: "Okay, you have a lot of eyes and everything you say is right." He paused and said: "I just want to I don’t understand, you have always been on good terms with the King of Han, why would you want to assassinate him?”
Yao Yao smiled and did not explain the problem. Instead, he took out the jade hairpin from his sleeve and the jade plaque from his neck, and looked at it carefully against the light.
The jade quality of these two pieces of jade is obviously of the same origin, or it can be said that they are cut from the same piece of jade. Even the deep lines are vaguely connected.
She tried to buckle the jade hosta and the jade medal together, and only heard a very slight "snap" sound. The two things seemed to be fastened by buckles, and they were fastened tightly. She shook it vigorously and dropped it. The hosta that came down showed no sign of falling off.
She was very surprised. She thought it was just her guess, but she never thought that the two items were actually a set. She turned it over and over, only to feel that something was missing.
Bao Cheng felt that the jade hosta looked very familiar. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly exclaimed in a low voice: "Isn't this the thing you carved?" He pointed at the jade plaque again: "Well, isn't this thing meant to help you? A treasure that escaped the poison?" He was so envious that he almost drooled: "It turns out these things are a pair."
He looked at it carefully and felt something was wrong. He shook his head and said, "It seems to be defective."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows: "You also think this thing is missing a piece?"
Bao Cheng pointed to the back of the jade plaque: "Look, although the hosta is fastened here, there is still a gap in the hosta. Obviously there should be something fastened here."
Yao Yao looked at it for a while, took off the jade hairpin, stuffed it into the hollow silver hairpin, stuffed the head of the carved silver hairpin, and inserted it back into the bun.
Bao Cheng asked curiously: "A Yao, what are these two things?"
Yao Yao said in a deep voice: "What kind of token it should be, I don't know the specifics, but there are several waves of forces looking for this thing, so even if this thing is a life-saving talisman, it is also a life-saving talisman. It must not be used when life is not at stake." Take it out.”
Bao Cheng nodded: "It's a sin to carry a jade, I know."
