Therefore, after returning to Liuyunju, Han Moyu was restless all afternoon, pacing back and forth in the room for a while, and then gritting his teeth and muttering to himself: "When I catch your handle another day, I can clean you up!" After a while, he said to himself vividly: "Hmph, if you don't let me in, I want to go in!"

"Hey, someone's coming!" Han Moyu paced around the house for a long time, and finally shouted impatiently outside the house. Shen Zhongan rushed in as soon as possible and asked, "Miss Moyu, what's wrong?" Han Moyu whispered in Shen Zhong'an's ear, and Shen Zhongan went out according to Han Moyu's instructions.

For the first time, Shen Zhong'an brought Han Moyu a set of maid's clothes, Han Moyu happily put them on, and then ran to Qingfeng Residence, saying that he was sent by Steward Nie to take care of the patients inside, but was stopped by the guards. It's easy to say that you won't be allowed to enter. Hanmo retreated.

The second time, Shen Zhong'an brought a set of young man's clothes to Han Moyu, who pretended to be a medicine boy and rushed into Qingfeng Ju with a large bag of herbs, but was stopped by the guards, and Han Moyu had to retreat.

The third time, it was already dark, Shen Zhong'an found a set of black night clothes for Han Moyu, Han Moyu put it on excitedly, and then went straight to Qingfeng Residence, wanting to take advantage of the darkness to sneak in, but was picked up by the guards once, and then left outside the courtyard. Han Moyu sat on the floor for a long time, disheartened, and almost cried.

The fourth time, it was already late at night, Shen Zhongan and Han Moyu each put on a set of night clothes, and the two of them sneaked to the side of a remote wall on the side of Qingfeng Ju, squatted down, and let Han Moyu step on his shoulders and climb up.

Shen Zhong'an carefully pushed Han Moyu up the wall, Han Moyu stood on the wall, struggled to reach the tree against the wall in the courtyard, and then slid down the trunk. This time it finally succeeded, and Han Moyu was overjoyed.

But after Han Moyu landed, she suddenly heard a loud shout from outside: "What are you doing?!" She was a thief herself, and she was suddenly so scared that she almost weakened her legs, and hurriedly hid in the bushes next to her.

At the same time, Shen Zhongan, who was dressed in a night suit, just jumped on the wall, and was shot by someone as a gangster, Shen Zhongan didn't have time to dodge at all, the arrow hit him in the back, he leaned back, and fell to the ground from the wall.

And when I entered the courtyard, I only heard a muffled snort from outside the wall, and then heard noisy footsteps from far and near, and someone shouted: "Who sent you?!"

Han Moyu heard the people outside the wall approaching, and held his breath even more. She remembered Shen Zhong'an's advice, and kept squatting behind the big tree in the corner of the wall, until there was no sound outside, then the cat got up and walked briskly towards the wing room of Qingfeng Ju.

There seemed to be a magic force in Qingfeng Ju that was drawing her closer, closer and closer, and her entire attention was drawn to it, so she didn't pay any attention to what was happening outside.

She subconsciously thought that someone as sensitive as Shen Zhong'an would definitely escape, and even if he didn't escape, the people in Hanfu wouldn't do anything to him. What she didn't know was that Shen Zhong'an was injured, and he had injured the vital part, and he had already bled too much and passed out.

There was only one candle in the room, and it was dim. Han Moyu stood in front of the bed, lifted the pale yellow embroidered gold curtain, and quietly looked at the handsome and peerless man lying on the bed.

In such dim light, the edges and corners between the man's eyebrows and nose were softened, and it looked soft and quiet, like a piece of jade that radiated a faint brilliance in the dark, and people couldn't help but want to take it for themselves. Undoubtedly, for Han Moyu, such a peacefully asleep man is unmatched in her attraction.

She just stood stupidly on the edge of the bed, looking at the man motionlessly. She couldn't remember why she was here, why she came to see this man.

It's as if everything she did was just to look at this man. Just looked at him quietly, without speaking, without moving, without eye and verbal communication, without physical touch, and without emotional blending. He was so close to her, but yet so far away. She felt as if she had gone through so much trouble just to stand in front of his bed now, to look at him like that, nothing more.

Han Moyu couldn't think of anything more. She only felt that she seemed to have made a lot of efforts, paid all her energy and enthusiasm, gave her soul and **, and was willing to suffer the endless long wait, and even, suffered the pain of burning to death, in order to just get closer to this person, then a little bit is enough.

Han Moyu stood in front of that person. She felt that the person in front of her was familiar, but also strange. She reached out and hesitated for a long time, before finally gently touching the man's cheek. Slightly cool and smooth, like a piece of jade, but not much temperature.

Han Moyu looked at the sleeping face of the man like this, and suddenly burst into tears. The tears fell like beads with broken threads, and then gradually turned into a waterfall. Tears washed down her cheeks and fell on the man's face as well.

She felt so strange at the moment. She tried several times to stop herself from crying, but found that she couldn't. She kept sobbing and crying breathlessly, but she didn't make a sound.

Tears, like a river bursting its banks, were surging, stirring her heart and making her try to think of something. But she still couldn't think of anything.

She cried like this for a long, long time, just kept shedding tears, but she didn't make a sound. After crying for a long time, she felt very tired, so she sat on the floor against the edge of the bed, propped her hands on the edge of the bed, and fell asleep on her stomach.

So, when Fu Changyu opened his eyes, he saw the tearful man lying on his stomach in front of him, although he was asleep, he still sobbed from time to time. When Fu Changyu saw Han Moyu, he was stunned for a long time, and only when Gong Rou'er, the servant girl who was waiting for him, came in, did he raise his head.

The maidservant Gong Rou'er saw the person lying on the side of Fu Changyu's bed, and almost screamed and threw the basin in her hand, after she reacted, she hurriedly fell to the ground with a dead face and kowtowed: "Your Highness, the slave maid was derelict in her duty and let people come in and disturb your rest!

Fu Changyu's face was very calm, and he said, "Put the basin aside, I don't need you to serve." Let's go down. ”