After Han Changmu took care of the autopsy, he walked out of the warehouse and saw He Zhenfu approaching from the other end of the corridor.
When Han Changmu saw He Zhenfu's calm expression, he knew that the matter was done. He said calmly: "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and rest."
After staying up for several nights in a row, He Zhenfu became a night owl.
This look is really unbearable to look at.
Meng Sui clicked his tongue twice, walked over and patted He Zhenfu on the shoulder: "You are so stupid that I can't stand it. Hide quickly. It's so late at night. If you scare Mr. Ge, you still have to show him." I'm sick." He sighed: "It's too expensive."
Han Changmu laughed dumbly, turned around and shouted: "What nonsense!"
Meng Suiyi shrank his shoulders and slumped his waist, pretending to be a dumb quail.
He Zhenfu smiled happily.
Han Changmu ignored the rustling laughter of the two people and went straight to the third floor.
It was late at night, and he took another look at Yao Yao's injury before going to Meng Sui's room to rest for a while.
Thinking of this, he felt more hopeful, hoping to see the sarcastic smile on Yao Yao's face as soon as he opened the door.
But it was obvious that he was overthinking it. When he opened the door, he saw the dark room and the motionless man lying on the bed.
The sound of shallow breathing swirled in the room, suddenly mixed with a very slight sob, which sounded a bit messy.
Han Changmu's heart trembled, and he hurried over to light a few more lamps, holding one of them to the bedside.
Yao Yao was lying on the bed, and the candle was getting closer and closer. She could no longer control her regret.
I ate too much and was a little stuffed.
As the lights approached, she knew she couldn't risk pretending any longer.
Her eyelids quivered twice quickly, and before Han Changmu spoke, she opened her eyes weakly.
"Ah Yao, Ah Yao, Ah Yao, you're awake." Han Changmu was overjoyed, almost crying with joy. He clattered the lamp onto the small table, grabbed Yao Yao's shoulders and began to shake it.
There is no way to prove that she woke up without shaking her unconscious.
Yao Yao had been shaken to the point of going crazy. He rolled his eyes and said weakly: "Sir, please shake it again. If you keep shaking it, I will get dizzy again."
Only then did Han Changmu realize that he was so joyful that he quickly let go of Yao Yao's shoulders and looked at her face carefully: "What do you think, is she feeling better?"
When facing Han Changmu, Yao Yao felt very guilty. She had plotted against him again. She had promised that although she could not tell everything, she would never plot against him again behind his back.
But this slap in the face came so unexpectedly, it made a loud popping sound and hurt a lot.
Because she was too guilty, she didn't even have to pretend to feel weak. People with a guilty conscience would naturally lack confidence: "Okay, uh." Before she could finish her words, she burped unpreparedly and quickly covered it. Mouthed.
Sure enough, he ate too much and was overwhelmed.
Han Changmu's face changed slightly, showing suspicion: "What's wrong with you?"
Yao Yao covered his mouth, drooped his eyebrows, and uttered two words guiltily: "I'm hungry, uh." Before he could finish speaking, there was another hiccup.
She lowered her head in embarrassment.
It’s so embarrassing that his mother opened the door for Awkward. It’s so embarrassing.
"You still hiccup when you are hungry?" Han Changmu asked.
Yao Yao lowered his head, fearing that Han Changmu would see that he was guilty, and said in a nonchalant voice: "Hiccup."
Han Changmu laughed dumbly. This was the first time he saw Yao Yao like this. Instead of thinking about guilt and embarrassment, he thought about shyness.
He smiled faintly. This man was seriously injured, and he actually looked more like a girl than before.
He felt quite relieved, and even patted the top of Yao Yao's hair: "Wait."
Yao Yao was stunned by Han Changmu's pat. His brain was half a beat slower than usual, and he shrank into the bed.
Han Changmu ordered people to prepare some food in the kitchen, and gathered the cooks to cook in the middle of the night. The cooks all came out bleary-eyed with their clothes on. After they woke up, they began to curse.
But no matter how angry he is, he still has to roll back his sleeves and get to work.
There was a din of pots and pans, and a steaming bowl of shredded chicken buns was brought out.
The clear soup is steaming and thin, and a handful of fine white buns are floating in the clear soup.
There was no shredded chicken, but there were a few bits of green scallions floating in the bun.
Yao Yao looked at the unglamorous buns, curled his lips and sighed, saying in one breath: "Why are you so dull?"
Han Changmu smiled: "You just woke up and are weak. You can't eat too greasy. This is just right."
Yao Yao grinded his teeth, feeling as if he had shot himself in the foot. He ate the buns with soup and water, and then burped again with a sound of "uh".
Han Changmu frowned: "After eating such a big bowl, are you still hungry?"
Yao Yao said "uh": "I'm holding on this time."
Han Changmu shook his head and laughed. He looked at Yao Yao's face. Although it was still frighteningly white, his breath was still stable.
He thought thoughtfully and asked, "If you feel better, I have a few questions I want to ask you."
"Just ask, sir." Yao Yao nodded as usual. She failed in her errand, so she should ask.
Han Changmu leaned forward slightly and asked in a businesslike voice: "Does Yao Canjun still remember the situation when he was attacked?"
Lying here with nothing to do, Yao Yao had already thought about these words in his mind many times, and said them very smoothly: "Xiaguan remembers that when Xiaguan and Mr. Meng Qi rushed to the place, they saw Boss Cai and his party. Lying all over the ground, General Meng asked his subordinate to stay and report the news to your lord. He went to follow him, and his subordinate fired an arrow. When he was waiting for your lord to come over, he thought of surveying the scene first, but as soon as he reached Boss Cai, When he was around, Xiaguan was hit hard on the back, and he didn't know what happened next."
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao a few times: "I have also seen Yao Canjun's martial arts. How could he be attacked so easily?"
Yao Yao shook his head in frustration: "There are people outside the world. I failed in my job because I was not good at studying. I admit my mistake and dare not ask for forgiveness."
Han Changmu didn't see anything wrong on Yao Yao's face, and asked again: "Can you see that topaz?"
Yao Yao was not surprised at all that Huang Yu had been lost, and there was even a look of surprise on his face: "I haven't had time to turn over the man yet, but the person who attacked Mr. Cai must have come for Huang Yu. Huang Yu is lost. It’s not surprising either.”
Han Changmu also agreed with this statement and nodded. Seeing that Yao Yao was in low spirits and that what he said was no different from what Meng Suige said, he had no doubts. He stretched out his hand to support Yao Yao's shoulders and pressed her into the bed: "Okay, you should rest first, Ban." He only said one word, then swallowed the rest of the sentence and said calmly: "You can escape death this time, all thanks to Mr. Jiang Ge." The century-old ginseng given by Zhi Yu, when you are well, go and kowtow to Mr. Jiang Ge."
Yao Yao closed his eyes and said nothing, pretending he didn't hear.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows and gave a rare frivolous smile: "Are you afraid that Mr. Ge has too many evil intentions and you are stuck in it and can't get out?"
Yao Yao didn't even want to open his eyes and hummed vaguely.
Playing tricks, playing tricks with a half-century old man who can't even breathe. If she wins, she will win without force. If she loses, she will be embarrassed. If she vomits blood and dies due to anger, then she will be punished under the sun. The spittle of the princes of men drowned them.
Thanks for that.
Han Changmu laughed, tucked in the quilt, turned around and went out.
When he walked to the corridor, he saw Meng Suige hurriedly stepped forward, handed over a piece of paper, and whispered: "Sir, this was discovered downstairs by the internal guards during their inspection just now."
Han Changmu pinched the paper. It was a piece of dark yellow oil paper with oil stains on it and a very strong scent of apricot blossoms.
On one corner of the oil paper, a bright apricot flower was pressed. At the stamen of the apricot flower, the three words "Xinghualou" were traced in official script.
This is the oil paper used by Xinghualou to wrap snacks. How come there is such a thing in this Gongyuan.
It rained in the evening, but this piece of oil paper was still dry, with no water stains on it. It obviously only appeared after the rain stopped.
He twisted the corner of the paper and asked, "Did you see who threw it?"
"No." Meng Suige shook his head and thought for a moment: "But the inner guard picked it up under your window."
Han Changmu was stunned.
Under his window, there are windows on the second and first floors, but behind these two windows are corridors, not rooms.
For safety reasons, both windows are locked.
After the rain stopped, there was no wind tonight, and the oil paper was also very thick.
So where did this piece of oil paper used to wrap snacks at Xinghualou come from?
Is it to convey something or to warn something.
Han Changmu is a very thoughtful person. He has always thought twice about something, and with just an ordinary piece of oil paper, he has already come up with many possibilities.
If Yao Yao were present and saw Han Changmu conjuring up a conspiracy in front of a piece of oil paper, he would definitely faint from laughter.
She just stole a pack of snacks, but Han Changmu lost a lot of brain cells as a result.
Han Changmu's eyes narrowed slightly, and then slowly opened again. Those eyes were already full of cold light.
He asked Meng Suigai coldly: "Please tell me more carefully about the attack on Boss Cai and his party."
Meng Suige didn't know what was going on. He pushed open the door of the room and poured boiled water for Han Changmu. He calmly and carefully explained the events of the day clearly and clearly.
Han Changmu held his forehead, and the hot breath smelling of cinnamon branches hit his face. He tapped his forehead twice with his fingers: "When was the sounding arrow released?"
Meng Suijie remembered this matter clearly, and said without thinking: "As soon as Beizi left, the arrows were released. Beizi even looked back, still thinking that Yao Canjun was moving very fast, but he didn't expect her." But something happened.”
Han Changmu tapped his hand lightly on his forehead, and his eyes fell on the oil paper. Thinking of the two burps that Yao Yao had just made, his eyes suddenly lit up.
