"Ugh, vomit." Leng Linjiang scratched the edge of the table and retched several times. He pointed at Yao Yao with trembling fingers and shouted in a trembling voice: "Quick, shut up. I'm disgusting to you. Stop talking."
Meng Suige was also disgusted. He stretched his hand far away and stretched it in front of Yao Yao. He bared his teeth and said with a disgusted look on his face: "Take it away quickly. I'll give it to you as a midnight snack."
Even Han Changmu, who had always been steady and calm, grinned, turned his head and vomited twice.
Yao Yao chuckled twice, pinched the head of a mouse, opened its mouth, and poured a few drops of pickle soup from the jade bottle into it.
Then she tied the mouse's tail to the legs of the bed, took another mouse, poured pickle soup in the same manner, and tied the mouse's tail.
Leng Linjiang finally realized that he was being teased by Yao Yao again, but instead of getting angry, he randomly took a piece of purple hair from a jade tube from the pen holder, smiled and walked towards the two struggling mice, and teased them with the tip of the pen. got up.
The two mice struggled and made shrill squeaking sounds.
Meng Suige's eyes widened when he saw it. He was actually playing with mice so much.
Otherwise, the two of them could work together, oh no, and cherish each other.
After about half a cup of tea, the mouse that drank the pickle soup first stood up straight and danced around as if it was drunk. It scratched viciously on the green brick floor with its two claws, making a sizzling sound. the sound of.
After fussing with a cup of tea, the mouse suddenly kicked its legs twice and fell straight to the ground. No matter how Leng Linjiang moved the tip of his pen back and forth, the mouse remained motionless.
The mouse just lay down, and the mouse next to it also appeared in the same situation. It danced for a long time, then fell to the ground with a clang and stiffness.
Yao Yao looked at the two mice and suddenly thought of a joke in his mind.
It was said that a mouse drank too much wine, picked up a chopstick and shouted, "Where is the cat? Where is the cat?"
The two mice just now couldn't talk. If they could talk, they would probably look like this crazy.
But there was clearly no wine in the pickle soup, not even the slightest taste of wine.
Leng Linjiang was stunned: "Is this, dead?" He turned to look at the jade bottle in Yao Yao's hand: "What is that thing of yours? Is it poisonous?"
Yao Yao's face darkened: "I got the pickled vegetable soup from the pickled vegetable jar in Shen's restaurant."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Leng Linjiang held the corner of the desk, clutched the hem of his clothes and started retching again.
He was in such a miserable state. After a nice wedding banquet, he was so stunned that he felt sick.
He pointed at the jade bottle with trembling hands and said with a pale face: "I, I, I often eat at the Shen family restaurant. I, I don't know how, I will die if I don't."
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled narrowly: "Oh, who told you to eat alone without me?"
Han Changmu felt that if the stimulation continued like this, Leng Linjiang would faint. He hurriedly stepped forward to support Leng Linjiang and comforted him with gentle words: "Yun Gui, it's okay. This is definitely not a fatal poison, otherwise If so, Chang'an City would have been in chaos long ago."
Leng Linjiang straightened up immediately, and the painful look of retching disappeared from his face. He wrinkled the tip of his nose at Yao Yao, snorted, put his hand on Han Changmu's shoulder, winked and said with an moved expression: "I'll just Tell me, how can I be so unlucky? A Yao, a stinky girl, can scare me, Jiuchao knows how to love people."
Han Changmu calmly took off Leng Linjiang's hand and said calmly with an expressionless face: "I'm afraid you'll faint from fright, kill the mouse, and dirty my study."
"You, me." Leng Linjiang gritted his teeth, glared at Han Changmu and Yao Yao, crossed his arms and turned his head away.
The smile on Yao Yao's face was a little heavy, and he poked the mouse on the ground, frowning and saying nothing.
Han Changmu knelt down and asked quietly: "Is he dead?"
Yao Yao shook his head: "No, I just fainted from exhaustion."
Han Changmu frowned: "Tired, fainted?"
Leng Linjiang endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak, and asked in confusion: "Can a mouse faint from fatigue?"
Yao Yao glanced at Leng Linjiang: "If I let you dance like crazy for three days, you will faint from exhaustion."
Leng Linjiang clicked his tongue: "No, that would be exhausting."
Yao Yao smiled and suddenly asked Han Changmu: "Sir, do you still remember the appearance of the poisoned garrison soldiers during the Fifth Beacon?"
Han Changmu's expression turned serious: "Remember, you mean to say that the pickle soup is poisoned with the kind of poison from Fifth Beacon?"
Yao Yao hesitated: "The smell of the pickle soup masks the original smell of the poison. I can't tell whether it is the same poison, but the symptoms after the poisoning are similar."
Han Changmu also noticed this, unconsciously twirling his sleeves with his two fingers, and said quietly: "When we were on Longyou Road, it was found out that the attack on Fengsui was all done by the Four Saints Sect, so this poison should also be It belongs to the Four Saints Sect, but according to Xie Liangzhan, the attack on Fengsui was ordered by the Holy Master of the Four Holy Sects and had nothing to do with him. Could it be that there are men from the Holy Master of the Four Holy Sects in the Shen family wine shop? Poison appears in the Shen family restaurant, who is planning to eat in the restaurant?"
Yao Yao thought of the gorgeous man she met in the workshop, and thought that Mrs. Shen's disappearance today might be the handiwork of this man. She was extremely vigilant about this man and said: "Then But not necessarily, I think that person is very vain, not a word of truth, every word is a trap."
Han Changmu nodded in agreement.
Yao Yao suddenly thought of something and raised his eyebrows and asked: "Sir, if those four people want to leave Beijing smoothly, they must apply for a new household registration. I don't know what their names are. Can you tell Beizhi so that Beizhi can return home easily?" Jingzhao Mansion will conduct a detailed investigation, and maybe we can find out who handled it and who acted as guarantee, so we can follow the clues and find out the person behind the scenes."
Han Changmu hesitated for a moment. Although he guessed that Xie Liangzhan was responsible for this, there was no proof after all. Moreover, he did not think that Xie Liangzhan alone could accomplish so many things.
If Yao Yao continues to investigate like this, he can find out some of Xie Liangzhan's secret hands hidden in Chang'an City, turn these people from darkness to light, and thereby change his current passive situation.
Of course, he could also choose not to tell her and go to Jingzhao Mansion to check these documents in person, but if he did so, it would definitely make Yao Yao more suspicious and alienate him, which would be detrimental to his control over her in the future.
Thinking of this, he felt that telling Yao Yao part of the truth would do more good than harm.
He no longer hesitated and handed the piece of paper Meng Sui copied to Yao Yao.
Yao Yao read each name one by one. When he saw the three characters Chen A Yao, it seemed like a mark
Thunder struck my heart, opening a pale gap, and the bright sunshine instantly shone on the dusty old things.
Her face was as pale as snow, her lips were trembling, her voice became a little sharp, and her eyes were full of unbelievable shock: "Chen, A'yao, this is Qingqian, Qingqian's new household registration??"
Han Changmu nodded in astonishment: "Yes, what's wrong? What did you think of?"
Yao Yao was so frightened that her lips turned white, her eyes were confused and out of focus, and her face was full of pain and distortion. She held her head tightly with both hands and screamed at the top of her lungs.
The sound was sharp and cruel, until her throat became hoarse, and she could only whimper and let out a muffled scream.
Leng Linjiang staggered in fright, rushed forward, hugged Yao Yao tightly, and held her in his arms.
The incident happened suddenly. Han Changmu was stunned for only a moment before he saw Leng Linjiang's movements. He came to his senses and quickly ran to Yao Yao's side. He saw Leng Linjiang gently patting Yao Yao's back. He whispered softly on his back, and his heart felt like being pricked by the tip of a needle, and dense pain spread out.
Leng Linjiang's expression showed no signs of panic or impatience, and his voice was exceptionally gentle, as if he was coaxing a frightened child: "Okay, Yao, okay, it's all over, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, okay, okay Yeah, Ah Yao is the best."
Han Changmu's face darkened and he stared at Leng Linjiang's hand intently.
Meng Suige's face was full of astonishment, his expression was strange, and he murmured: "Are you crazy?"
When Han Changmu heard this, he suddenly turned his head, glared at Meng Suigai, and said coldly: "Are you very idle?"
Meng Suiji shivered and said calmly: "No, no, humble job." He glanced at Yao Yao quickly: "Humble job, go get the hot water."
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash, causing the strong wind to shake even the night.
Han Changmu turned to look at Yao Yao and saw that she had slowly calmed down, but her eyes were still closed and her whole body was shaking, but she no longer screamed.
He pursed his lips: "Yun Gui, A Yao, what's wrong?"
Leng Linjiang also calmed down a lot, hugging Yao Yao tightly. The cold sweat on her forehead had soaked her temples, and her messy hair was wet and stuck to her face. He took the handkerchief and carefully sucked the moisture from her hair. Sighing: "I don't know what's going on with A Yao, but I've seen her have this problem before, and I don't know what irritated her. She gets very nervous, and that's what happens."
Han Changmu carefully and slowly opened Yao Yao's tightly clenched fingers. His neatly trimmed nails had dug into the flesh, and a trace of blood seeped out and stained the gaps between his fingers.
He glanced at the piece of paper that fell to the ground. The three words "Chen A'ao" written in ink on it seemed to be soaked in blood, which made his eyes hurt.
His voice trembled slightly, with uncontrollable panic: "How many times has Ah Yao had attacks?"
Leng Linjiang thought: "Including this time, there are three times that I know. I don't know if there are others."
Han Changmu gently rubbed Yao Yao's stiff fingers and said softly: "The previous triggers are unknown, but this time, it is definitely because of those three words."
"What three words?" Leng Linjiang asked.
Han Changmu pursed his lips towards the paper on the ground.
Leng Linjiang looked over and exclaimed in surprise: "Chen A'ao? How could it be that his name is the same as Yao Yao's?"
