Yuan Shanjia smiled, "It's okay." I just accidentally broke the cup. ”

"Broken cups?" Qing'er saw clearly that there were some broken porcelain slags, and hurriedly asked worriedly: "Then Miss, you are not injured, are you?" ”

"It's just a small wound, not a big one." As he spoke, Yuan Shanjia stretched out his palm for them to see.

Qing'er exclaimed: "Miss! You're hurt? Why didn't you say it earlier? "She was a little blamed.

Yuan Shanjia waved his hand and stretched out his hand for her to take a closer look, "It's okay." Just a small wound, you see. Besides, I'll tell you if you ask. ”

Qing'er still muttered, "Miss! Where is it small? If the old lady knew, she would definitely be distressed again. ”

She put down Won's hand and carefully helped her to sit down next to the stool. "Miss, you sit down first, I'll go get the medicine."

Yuan Shanjia was a little speechless, she had a little wound on her palm, why did Qing'er's movements make her feel half-paralyzed?

Seeing her go out, Yuan Shanjia hurriedly said, "You take more when you take the medicine, and put it in my room when the time comes." It's also more convenient to get injured in the future. ”

Qing'er hurriedly stopped: "Miss! What do you say? You can't get hurt anymore. ”

But after thinking about it, she felt that her young lady was right, and she should prepare some.

Ran Zhu cautiously walked up to Yuan Shanjia, her eyes scanning the surroundings without a trace, and she looked at several places that were easy to hide.

Got it!

Ran Zhu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he found an unusual shadow.

The man was in the shadow between the bed and the beams! The candlelight doesn't shine there, just creating a shadow dead end.

Moreover, Yuan Shanjia's bed is a sandalwood stepping bed brought by the old lady's dowry, and the bed frame is very strong, even if a few people stand on it, it will not collapse.

The man stood on it, and the bed frame remained motionless.

Ran Zhu moved his thumb and middle finger, his eyes rolled, and he was ready to move.

At this moment, a soft hand rested on her hand, and it was slightly clasped on her hand twice.

Miss?

She looked at Yuan Shanjia suspiciously. That hand was Yuan Shanjia's hand, and the white hand looked a little pale in the candlelight.

Miss? What's wrong? Her gaze said.

Yuan Shanjia shook his head lightly and said, "You said that Qing'er is really making a fuss, it's just a small wound." She's getting more and more like a housekeeper! However, my wound was really painful, and I don't know if it was porcelain slag that went in. ”

Ran Zhu's pupils couldn't help shrinking, what does Miss mean by this? Let her stand still?

She quietly tucked the silver pin back into her sleeve, ready to go.

Ran Zhu carefully observed Yuan Shanjia's wound, "Miss, there is no porcelain slag to enter, and when Qing'er comes with the medicine, it won't hurt to take the medicine." Also, Miss, Qing'er is just worried about you. If I hear you say that she is a housekeeper, I must be sad again. ”

Yuan Shanjia pouted, "I'm just talking, don't tell her." You look at the way she looks, she screams and screams at me like a seriously injured patient...... What kind of system? ”

Ran Zhu shook her head helplessly, but her eyes kept looking at the shadows under her feet, motionless.

"Miss, the slave is back." Qing'er walked over quickly, "Ran Zhu, you hurry up and clean the wound of the young lady, so that nothing unclean will enter it." It's not good to have a scar then. ”

Ran Zhu nodded, poured some tea water from the teapot, carefully cleaned the wound, and wiped it clean with a handkerchief.

Qing'er took out a round-headed bamboo skewer and picked out a small piece of yellow-white cream-like gold medicine from the blue-white porcelain bottle.

"This was brought by the old man before, and I heard that it was given by the palace, and it is not easy to leave a scar." Qing'er carefully smoothed the ointment while chattering.

Ran Zhu nodded rarely, "This golden medicine can be said to be of the highest grade in terms of smell and color, and there are many precious medicinal materials added to it for scar removal, and it is indeed produced in the palace." ”

Qing'er glanced at Ran Zhu suspiciously, how could Ran Zhu know so clearly?

Immediately, she was attracted by Yuan Shanjia's slight frown.

"Miss, you still said it's okay. You see, now you know it hurts? Qing'er couldn't help but relax her technique and be more cautious.

A small wound, she was stunned for half an hour before finishing the bandage.

"Miss, you'll have to be careful next time. Otherwise, what should I do if I have a scar? Qing'er seemed to be a little unsatisfied, and a little uneasy.

"Got it, got it." Yuan Shanjia nodded, "Okay, you guys pack up the pieces and go down." I want to rest. ”

Because he had changed his pajamas before, Yuan Shanjia didn't need to serve anymore.

Qing'er carefully wrapped the porcelain pieces in a handkerchief and put them in a tray.

Ran Zhu put the rest of the Jinchuang medicine into the cabinet of the dresser, "Miss, the slave has put the Jinchuang medicine in the cabinet, you should be careful when you take things." If your wound hurts, let your slave and maidservant come in. ”

"Hmm." Yuan Shanjia nodded.

She knew that Ran Zhu was saying, let her be careful, if there was an accident, call someone early.

Ran Zhu followed behind Qing'er, closed the door and went out.

Silence returned to the room.

Yuan Shanjia looked at the thin bandage on the palm of his left hand, frowned a little, felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to remove it. But when he thought of Qing'er and Ran Zhu's eyes, he put down his right hand again.

"Give me the medicine, don't play any tricks!" The man appeared behind Yuan Shanjia again and shouted in a low voice.

"Hurry up, move on." The black-clothed man's knife was against Yuan Shanjia, without a trace of relaxation.

"Don't be in a hurry." Yuan Shanjia cooperated with the behavior of the man in black.

Her mind was racing as she synthesized the news she had recently got.

Suddenly, she remembered that Ran Zhu had told her before that the Chu State Mansion had been assassinated. I heard that the future crown princess of the Chu State was held hostage, and her whereabouts are still unknown.

Thinking about it again, Yuan Shanjia recalled that this Chu State Mansion was not very far from the Yuan Mansion, only a few streets away.

In other words, the man in black was probably the assassin of that night.

But not necessarily, it may also be the person who was rumored to assassinate the emperor before.

Recently, the clouds have not been particularly stable, and the night is even more unstable.

Yuan Shanjia took out the golden medicine and thought about various possibilities.

The man took the medicine from Yuan Shanjia's hand and flew away suddenly.

Yuan Shanjia looked at the rickety window, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Whoever you are, since you're threatening me, you've got to give me something.

Ran Zhu pushed open the door and quietly stood behind Yuan Shanjia, "Miss, why did you let him go?" ”

"Why?" Yuan Shanjia turned his head, looking at Ran Zhu's shadow out of the corner of his eyes, and the corner of his mouth hooked up a mysterious smile, "Do you think I will let him go easily?" ”

Ran Zhu frowned, "The slave maid will let people do it immediately!" ”

"Well, go ahead. Look where the man is hiding. Yuan Shanjia smiled and said, "I sprinkled a little tracking powder on him before, so I think you should be able to find him very well." I'm curious why he's hiding in the General's Palace? ”

"Yes!"

"Oh, by the way, what's going on today? Qing'er said you weren't feeling well. Yuan Shanjia looked at Ran Zhu lightly, with a worried look in his eyes.

"The slave received the news a few days ago." Ran Zhu hesitated.

"What's the news?" Yuan Shanjia asked. Could it be that the master has some news again?

In my previous life, I heard that the master had appeared at the state banquet, and maybe this time the master would also come to Yundu to attend the state banquet. It seems that I can see the master again.

Yuan Shanjia was in a very happy mood, sitting on the bed, shaking his legs.

"Master Aaron was injured on the way here." Ran Zhu was a little nervous.

"What?" Yuan Shanjia stood up suddenly, hit the bed frame, and jumped directly to the ground regardless of the pain.

Small theater

Qing'er: Miss! How can you hurt yourself? Don't you know that if you hurt yourself, it's not just the slave and maid who are worried, Ran Zhu is worried, the old lady is worried, and the old lady is worried? ((‵□′))

Yuan Shanjia: Then who else? (⊙_⊙)?

Qing'er: And the master!

Yuan Shanjia: ⊙_⊙

Qing'er: The most important thing is!

Yuan Shanjia: (⊙_⊙) ?

Qing'er: Miss, don't you feel pain yourself?

Yuan Shanjia: (>_<)

(To be continued)