The dark-faced girl raised her eyebrows, her voice was steady and without any hint of threat, but it made people shiver: "You say it again?"
"..." The haggard man's breath stagnated, and his voice gradually dropped, turning into an inaudible whisper. His rain-washed hair stuck to his face, making him look particularly embarrassed.
The black-faced girl grinned, showing her white teeth. She was very satisfied with her intimidating power and deliberately frightened the haggard man: "It's nothing to give it to those people. I don't know how many people are waiting to take the young master on Yuhua Mountain right now." You have caught a turtle in the urn, you might as well think carefully about how to save your life after going to Yuhua Mountain."
"..." The haggard man covered his forehead in despair.
What should I do? Is it too late to faint now?
He was just scared, and it took him a while to realize that the black-faced girl was scolding him, his face darkened and his eyes widened: "Who are you calling a turtle?"
The dark-faced girl glanced at the haggard man: "The turtle is a good thing. A thousand-year-old bastard is a thousand-year-old turtle. I am just praising you."
"..." The haggard man missed his teeth and rolled his eyes almost to the sky: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
The dark-faced girl curled her lips and smiled noncommittally, obviously agreeing with the haggard man's statement.
He is stupid, extremely stupid.
The haggard man rubbed his heart and almost choked.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and everything was shrouded in hazy rain and fog. Everywhere you looked was gray, and you couldn't tell where the house was or where the road was.
A thin layer of water accumulated on the bluestone road. The horse's hooves stepped over it quickly, causing water to splash everywhere.
The three people and two horses were all wet, and a gust of night wind blew over, giving the haggard man a chill.
He subconsciously tightened his collar, but found that it could not dispel the chill all over his body. He had no choice but to wipe the rainwater on his face and divert his attention by talking: "Hey, who do you think those people were from just now?"
The black-faced girl stared into the rainy and misty distance and said seriously: "Young master, you are so hateful, anyone can do it."
"..." The haggard man clutched the hem of his clothes tightly.
Heart attack, he wants to kill her, no one can stop him!
Seeing the haggard man's livid face, the dark-faced girl smiled slyly, swung her riding whip hard, and suddenly rode her horse through the hazy rain and fog.
The haggard man suddenly understood, shook his head and chased after him with a smile.
The torrential rain continued to wash away the surroundings, completely cleaning the traces left by the three people and two horses.
Yuhua Mountain is shrouded in heavy rain, and the rocks and trees are all shimmering with water.
Except for the Yu Lin army who was patrolling the mountain in the rain, no one else walked around in the mountain.
Yuhua Mountain is very large, and the Yulin Army has always only set up checkpoints at the foot of the mountain and patrolled back and forth around the palace.
In the mountains far away from the palace, the patrols are not so strict. On weekdays, there are still servants and guards from various mansions walking around in the mountains to take a look.
But on such a rainy night, not even a single person could be seen in the deep mountains.
On the mountainside far away from the palace, heavy rain was like a waterfall, washing over the mountains.
The torrential rain fell all night long, as if a hole had been poked in the sky. The heavy rain continued until Yinchu with no sign of stopping.
The sky has always been dark, without the appearance of the first light.
The two horses stopped far away from the gate of Yuhua Mountain. They hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned their heads and drove towards the farmer's house not far away.
A bit of dim fluorescent light moved among the rugged mountainside. In the vast rain and mist, the fluorescent light seemed to be non-existent. From a distance, it looked like a weak and scary will-o'-the-wisp.
A man wearing a dark oilcloth cloak held a lamp and walked to a raised rock on the mountainside.
Long green vines hang down from the mountain wall, and most of the branches are piled on the protruding rock.
Heavy raindrops fell on the branches, and the tinkling sound was particularly clear.
The leaves swayed constantly, revealing the faint shadow behind the vines.
A glimmer of light.
The rocks were covered with a thick layer of moss, which became even more slippery after being washed away by rain.
This lamp is specially made, with an oilcloth as the lampshade, making it weatherproof.
The person holding the lantern placed the lantern on the protruding rock, and the weak light flickered, almost extinguished.
The man holding the lantern tapped his toes, jumped up, and stood firmly on the rock.
The man raised his hand to extinguish the candle, stretched out his hand to lift the vines, and bent down to get in.
On the mountain wall behind the vines, a large cave was dug out of the mountain.
There is a torch inserted into the stone wall, illuminating most of the cave.
Rainwater leaked in through the gaps in the vine branches and leaves, soaking the open space at the entrance of the cave.
A tall man stood deep in the dry cave. Hearing the rustling sound behind him, he hurriedly turned his head.
"Is it you?" The man was shocked when he saw the man lift his hood and reveal his true face. His eyes suddenly became alert and cold, and he subconsciously took a step back to block the linen bag that was twisting in the shadow.
"Aren't you Yao Canjun from Jingzhao Mansion? You, why are you here!" The man stared at the wet woman and growled in fear.
"Shh", Yao Yao raised his index finger and pressed it on his lips, curled his lips and smiled, but the careless smile did not reach his eyes: "Shengshizi, you are fine."
This man is none other than Sheng Siyuan, the crown prince of Yongninghou.
As soon as this voice came out, Sheng Siyuan's face suddenly changed with fright: "You, your voice, how, how..."
He was so frightened that he only spoke half of his words before his voice suddenly stopped.
Yao Yao chattered, his voice was very different from usual: "Why, the prince heard it?"
Sheng Siyuan's expression changed several times, and he finally calmed down from the shock. His eyes were as deep as water, and he nodded calmly: "Okay, since it's okay for Yao to join the army, then it's okay for me."
[In view of the general environment,
He deliberately emphasized the words "Yao joins the army", and his eyes fell on Yao Yao like a torch, with a gloomy and crazy look on his face. He completely lost the look of the dignified and gentle noble man he usually was.
As he spoke, he walked to the side and moved away from the linen bag that fell on the ground.
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows and walked over quickly.
She bent down and untied the hemp rope at the mouth of the bag, revealing the head and face of the person inside, and took a look.
The man opened his mouth and was about to scream when she struck him on the neck with a knife. He immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.
Yao Yao was very satisfied with the strength of his hand, nodded, tied the linen bag tightly again, put it on his shoulder, and walked out of the cave without saying a word.
"Hey," Sheng Siyuan hesitated for a moment, called Yao Yao, and asked before he could speak, "Are you real, or are you pretending?"
Yao Yao turned around, stared at Sheng Siyuan thoughtfully, and smiled sinisterly: "Sheng Shizi is a bit curious."
Sheng Siyuan shuddered and suddenly realized that he had asked too many questions.
The more you know, the sooner you will die!
He has violated a taboo.
Fortunately, Yao Yao just glanced at him and walked out of the cave carrying the sack. He looked at her back and let out a long sigh of relief.
Yao Yao carried the linen bag, jumped off the protruding rock, put on his hood, held the relit waterproof wind lantern in one hand, and held the linen bag on his shoulder with the other. He seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact he was walking quickly in the pouring rain.
After turning a mountain ridge, the mountain suddenly became gentle, but the forest became more and more dense. The rain was blocked by the dense leaves and branches, and the rain suddenly became lighter.
Yao Yao walked into the dense forest carrying a linen bag, and two figures suddenly emerged from it.
One of them was holding his head full of rain, and the sword in his hand was dancing like a tiger, making a clattering sound.
"Hey, I opened this road, I planted this tree, if you want to live from now on, keep your wealth!
"The man was wielding his knife and shouting loudly.
Yao Yao slowly put the linen bag on the muddy ground, glanced at the man lightly, and said sarcastically: "Bao Cheng, Please don't plagiarize me. lines and life ideals, okay!"
Bao Cheng threw the knife to the ground with a "poof" sound, pulled the linen bag on the ground and put it on his shoulder, with a look of astonishment on his face: "It turns out your life ideals are so lofty, disrespectful, disrespectful!"
Yao Yao said "嘁" and looked up at He Denglou with a smile on his face.
He Denglou walked up to Yao Yao and stood with his hands tied, fearful: "Boss Yao, you are finally back. This time you really scared me to death."
Yao Yao patted He Denglu heavily on the shoulder: "It's okay. You have worked hard these days. Go and rest. Leave the rest to me."
He Denglu smiled and said enthusiastically, "I'm not tired, I want to go to the theater."
"..." Yao Yao was speechless.
The Han Mansion Courtyard was swaying in the wind and rain, and the two lanterns in front of the door were shaking violently.
The flickering lights illuminate the square inch of blue bricks in front of the door.
The group of people quietly walked into the other courtyard.
Walking outside the door of the main room, Yao Yao stretched out his wet clothes and said to Bao Cheng, "Send me in first, and I'll go wash up and change my clothes."
Bao Cheng nodded, his wet clothes clinging tightly to Yao Yao's body, faintly exposing his curves that were rarely exposed in daily life. In the eyes of the ancients, this was an immoral and indecent thing.
He walked into the main room carrying the linen bag, carefully placed the linen bag on the ground, and saluted: "Master Shi Shi, Master Shaoyin, I have brought it back."
Han Changmu's expression was particularly solemn. He looked at Leng Linjiang and asked coldly, "Where's A Yao?"
Bao Cheng said in a deep voice: "Yao Junjun needs to wash up and change clothes first."
Hearing this, Han Changmu was stunned for a moment, glanced at Leng Linjiang, and smiled in surprise: "When did A Yao become so particular?"
Leng Linjiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Jiu Chao, you don't understand this, girl, you can never lose your temper."
Bao Cheng had a look of disapproval and muttered to himself, A Yao should be able to neither lose nor lose.
After chatting for a while, Han Changmu's solemn mood finally felt a little relaxed. He lowered his eyes at the linen bag on the ground, frowned and asked, "Who is it?"
Bao Cheng shook his head: "Ah Yao went in by himself, I haven't opened it yet."
