Gu Huafan buried his head in the quilt, hummed and chirped for a while, jumped out of bed at once, and opened the door with a black face.

"Let's go." The ancient painting fan walked out.

As soon as An Deyang saw the ancient painting fan out, he immediately smiled. Bumpily followed.

Out of the courtyard, as soon as he walked to the long path in the garden, he saw that not far away, Mu Chongying hurriedly walked in the other direction, dressed in a grand court robe and wearing a black veil on his head. He was followed closely by an old man in his fifties.

Before I could call him, I saw him disappear in front of him in a corner.

The ancient painting fan looked at An Deyang suspiciously, An Deyang scratched his head, and said, "The slave doesn't know why Lord Guogong is in such a hurry." Hey? Manager You came back and asked him. ”

The ancient painting fan looked back, but it was the old man who had just followed closely behind Mu Chongying. It turned out to be the general manager of the Guogong Mansion.

Manager You obviously also saw them, walked towards them quickly, walked closer, gave a salute to the ancient painting fan, and said, "Miss Table, the adults need to go out of the house for something, so I specially asked the old slave to tell Miss Table, and the banquet will be dispersed tonight."

The ancient painting fan was eager to do so. Immediately, he bent down and said politely: "There is Manager Lao You who has run this trip, and the painting fan knows."

Manager You hurriedly bent his waist lower and said, "Miss Biao is polite." The old slave retired. ”

The ancient painting fan nodded, and Manager You walked away.

The ancient painting fan exhaled, turned and walked back. An Deyang hurriedly said: "Girl, you haven't eaten for a day, so let's get you something to eat."

Gu Huafan thought about it, nodded, and said, "Go, I want soup, not rice."

As soon as An Deyang heard that she was willing to eat, he immediately said happily: "Then the slave will go and get it, girl, you wait."

"Well, I'll go back to the house and wait for you." The ancient painting fan walked and waved to An Deyang behind him. Then I heard An Deyang's trotting sound.

Gu Huafan laughed in his heart, shook his head and walked towards the pear garden.

The pear garden at night is even more secluded and mysterious, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers hits people.

The ancient painting fan shuttles leisurely through it, and it is also enjoyable. Since coming here, her temper has always been unstable, and she will inexplicably feel heavy and depressed.

At this moment, smelling the fragrance of pear blossoms in the courtyard, my mood is much better, and I am even a little hungry.

The ancient painting fan touched her stomach and turned her head to check if An Deyang had come back, which scared her.

In the empty and hazy night, the pear blossoms are flying, and the branches are luxuriant. A man dressed in black stood with his hands in his hands, and even the bright moonlight could not illuminate the darkness around him. Dressed in a dark robe, it was like splashing ink.

Gu Huafan took a few steps back in fright, tripped over a fork of a tree under her feet, stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately, a pear tree behind her stopped her.

When she looked closely, the man was still walking towards her unhurriedly.

Nima! Robbery! Robbery or robbery?

The man approached, only one step away from the ancient painting fan. Then he raised his head.

The fair-skinned and handsome face, although the appearance is ordinary, it is particularly comfortable to look at. But it makes people forget his appearance for the next moment.

Such a strange feeling, such a familiar face, even if only on that stormy night and emergency treatment. Goodbye, the ancient painting fan is still recognizable at a glance.

"It's you!"

The ancient painting fan said in surprise. This person is the assassinated man who met in the Smoke and Rain Building!

The assassinated man didn't seem surprised that she recognized herself. After all, this stinky girl tossed him hard!

Gu Huafan knew who it was, and he was no longer so worried about his head, after all, she was his savior. Moreover......

"Hey, give me back my aunt's clothes!"

The ancient painting fan hummed proudly. Small, you sent it to the door yourself.

The corners of the man's mouth curved into a cold arc, and he said softly, "Do you want to go to see a good show?"

The tone of this sentence is an affirmative sentence, not an inquiring sentence.

The ancient painting fan grabbed his placket and said viciously: "Grandma doesn't want to see it, take mine quickly, ah-"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the shadow of half a person where the two of them were standing.

The ancient painting fan scolded his mother in his heart, Nima, can you notify me when you take off?!

cried in his heart, but he could only hug this one who had been stabbed tightly.

"Where are you taking me?" The ancient painting fan pinched the flesh on his waist fiercely, and said hatefully.

The man snorted and tore her hands away, strapping her hands behind her back.

"If you scream again, I'll throw you down."

The ancient painting fan wants to say, throw it away, she is the heroine, someone will definitely catch her. But he lowered his eyes and looked at the fast-moving things below, and reflexively shrank his head. This, this fall is no joke, if no one catches her, then won't she fall into a meat pie? Forget it, it's still honest and honest. Lives matter......

raised his head and glared at him fiercely, and said, "I'm your savior, is this how you treat your savior?" If you're like this, who would dare to ask for you as a repeat customer. ”

The man pursed his lower lip, his cold voice was like the wind of a cold night, and said, "The only time in this life has been calculated is that rainy night, and this kind of thing will never happen again in the future!"

What he said was categorical, cold to the bone, and the ancient painting fan looked at him, but he couldn't stop shivering.

The man lowered his eyes to look at her, untied his cloak, and covered the ancient painting fan tightly, revealing only a small head. The ancient painting fanned its eyes and looked at the blurred scene around it.

That's how fast......

"Hey, what's your name?"

The man did not speak.

"Come on, I can't just tell you to feed you later."

The man was silent.

"Even if we don't see each other in the future, then I've saved you, it's not too much to ask for a name, right?"

Man silence is golden.

"Hey, you still owe me a cloak! Don't you tell me your information because you want to pay the bill! Ahh

Feeling his body descending rapidly, the ancient painting fan thought that he had lost himself, and hurriedly hugged his neck tightly. Prepare to scream. Who knew that the next moment his mouth was covered by a pair of big hands.

Stepping on the ground, the ancient painting fanned the closed eyes, narrowed a slit, scanned the surroundings, made sure it was safe, and then opened his eyes.

The mouth was still covered, and the ancient painting fan blinked and blinked.

The man's mouth made a silent movement, and the ancient painting fan nodded, and the prohibition on his mouth was removed.

His hand had been tied behind him by one of his big hands, and the ancient painting fan twisted his body and glared at him. Is it good that my aunt is a woman, is it good to have a little distance!

The man looked at the stinky girl who was very uncomfortable, twisted and twisted, and let go of the hand that imprisoned her, keeping a distance from her.

The ancient painting fan rubbed his reddened wrist, stretched out a kick to kick him, it didn't matter if he raised his foot, his foot slipped, and the ancient painting fan could see the surroundings clearly.

It's not on flat ground, this Nima has landed on someone's roof!

The villain in the heart of the ancient painting fan roared wildly, she saved this stinky man with a black heart and black lungs, she was guilty!!