"Don't move, don't talk." In my ears was a strange and weak male voice.

How dare Shuang'er speak out. The cold, sharp blade clung to his neck, and Shuang'er trembled with fear.

"Shuang'er, I'm alright." Zhao Po pushed open the door, but he didn't expect such a scene in front of him.

She preemptively struck: "Big brother, I definitely don't shout or shout, be careful not to hurt my sister." ”

The man was masked, and only a pair of dark and delicate eyes were exposed. He looked tired and painted, but his eyes were still full of defense.

Zhao Po looked at the person in front of him, what a familiar embarrassment.

"You're being hunted, aren't you? I can help you. ”

The man ignored Zhao Po's words.

Singing and dancing sounded outside, and the loud laughter of diners was suppressed for a while.

"You have injuries on your body, and you can't get rid of the people chasing you. The sound of music in Chunlai Lou shook the sky, and it won't be long before they find out here. The hustle and bustle outside is the best cover, and they can finish you off without you knowing. Zhao Po looked directly at the man. I can help you. Of course, there is a price. Would you like to? ”

The man hesitated.

"What are you hesitating about, it's too late to say yes when you're dead."

The man finally looked up. "Good. But how can you help me? ”

Zhao Po smiled evilly: "Of course, you have to point the sword at the edge." Let my sister go first. ”

The man made up his mind and put the dagger down. Shuang'er covered his neck with one hand and covered his chest with the other, and trotted behind Zhao Po. Zhao Po protected her with his arm and said to the man, "Let's go, go backstage." ”

"What are you doing backstage?"

"The dancer must have a spare costume."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Po seemed to be able to see the corners of the man's twitching mouth through the mask.

She smiled smugly: "The sword is pointing at the edge." ”

Backstage of the Spring Building.

"Shuang'er, you go and collect all the rouge gouache and stone hair ornaments together. I'm going to find a bigger set of clothes for this guy to put on. You, that's you, take off your clothes. Zhao Po ordered.

Hearing this, the man's face flushed slightly. Zhao Po reacted to what he said, coughed, and glared at the man: "I'm not shy, what are you ashamed of?" Do you want to live? Move fast. ”

The man nodded obediently and began to undress.

"Ah, blah, blah, blah. Shuang'er, you take your things and go out. Don't look at you little girl. ”

Shuang'er's face turned red: "Miss, otherwise you go out, I'll stay." ”

Zhao Po waved his hand: "It's really okay, let's go out." I found the dress and went out. ”

Shuang'er still stood in place, embarrassed. Zhao Po had no choice but to persuade again: "Good boy, if you don't go out, this little brother will be killed." ”

Shuang'er had no choice but to leave. Zhao Po took out a set of dance clothes that looked a little bigger from the closet, put it next to the man, and threw down a sentence: "Call me after changing." Then he hurried away. Zhao Po pushed the door open, his heart beating fast.

I just glanced at the man, the abs, the mermaid line, tsk.

It wasn't long before there was a cacophony in the antechamber, mixed with the sound of broken porcelain, men's angry scolding, and women's cries. Zhao Po was a little panicked. How dare this group of killers make such a big fanfare?

"Are you alright?" Zhao Po hurriedly pushed the door in.

The man was masked, with a tall nose, heroic eyebrows, and an angular face flushed. "Exactly."

"Find a place to lie down. Shuang'er, bring the things. And the veil. Zhao Po's heart rose to his throat. If he was caught by that group of people, he would lose his life that he had just picked up. It's also too embarrassing to throw away the day.

Zhao Po picked up the rouge and reported to the man: "They have found the front hall now, I will put on your makeup now, and you will try not to show your face when they find them." Got it? ”

The man felt Zhao Po's breathing fall heavily on his face. Zhao Po's face was very close to him. Her eyelashes are so long. The ends of my hair were wet and beads of sweat.

"Gee, why is this blush so heavy. Forget it, Shuang'er, bring the hairpin. ”

"Hairpins? Shuang'er didn't take the hairpin just now. ”

Zhao Po reached out and pulled out his hairpin and inserted it into the man's hair: "Then use mine." ”

There was a loud "poof" and the door was kicked open.

Zhao Po turned his head, and there were a few people in night clothes. One of the leader-like men shouted, "What are you guys doing?" ”

Zhao Po took out the acting skills of the Oscar heroine, and replied tremblingly: "Official, my sister is a dancer here, she is unwell today and can't go on stage, I will take care of her." Official, our sisters are innocent girls, don't scare us. ”

The man looked Zhao Po up and down: "You don't look like you were born poor?" Little girl, don't lie to your brother. ”

Zhao Po held back a few tears, and said pitifully: "The slave family and sister were sold to Aunt Zhang, and today Aunt Zhang said that she would take me to see the rich man Zhao, so that the slave family could dress up." Zhao Po was teary-eyed, and looked at the leader timidly: "Big brother, you said, Aunt Zhang, she won't ......" Speaking of this, Zhao Po cried even louder. In my heart, I was glad that the attention of this group of people had been completely diverted by myself.

A delicate beauty couldn't cry in front of him, and this group of big men couldn't help but feel pity and comforted him. Fortunately, they had a task to do, and they couldn't delay, and finally Zhao Po burst into tears and smiled, and after a thousand thanks, he successfully sent them away.

As soon as the group of people left, Zhao Po changed his weak appearance, sat on the stool with a straight face, and asked the man: "Say, who did you provoke?" ”

The man was silent.

Zhao Po bent down and stared at him: "Although the group of people just now were wearing night clothes, they didn't shy away from the crowd at all, and they were obviously not afraid of being discovered. They don't behave like killers licking blood from the knife edge. Therefore, they are either government soldiers or officers and soldiers, in short, the master behind them must be a big man I can't afford to mess with. I wanted to be a good person to save you, but I didn't expect to get into such a big trouble. Count me out of luck. But you'd better tell me who I've provoked, so I'll have a defense. ”

After a while, the man finally replied, "It's Baili Valley." ”

"Who is Hundred Mile Valley?"

"The head of the current Dayu cabinet."

"What did you kill him for?"

"Killers only know the target, and never asks why."

"And what's your name?" Zhao Po asked.

The man hesitated, and did not reply.

Zhao Po sighed: "If you don't want to say it, forget it." Today I saved your life and messed with Baili Valley for you, how do you want to repay me? ”

The man was a little embarrassed: "I did the task without anything of value on me." ”

Zhao Po didn't seem to care: "I guessed." I think your dagger is good, do you feel sorry for me? ”

The man shook his head and handed the dagger to Zhao Po. Zhao Po took it and hit it twice, and said, "I don't expect you to give me anything priceless." My name is Zhao Po, Amber of Amber, yes...... Uh......" Zhao Po stabbed Shuang'er with his arm and asked softly, "What's my father's name?" ”

Shuang'er looked at Zhao Po a little strangely: "The master's name is Zhao Songshi." ”

"It's the eldest daughter of the writer Zhao Songshi, if you hear that I'm in big trouble in the future, especially if it involves life and death, you must come to save me. Promise? ”

The man nodded solemnly.

"Shuang'er and I went back first, you quickly change back into your original clothes and leave. Killers are dangerous, so be careful in the future. Don't die without returning the favor. ”

After Zhao Po finished speaking, he left with Shuang'er.

The man changed back into his night clothes and was about to leave, when he saw the hairpin that had fallen to the ground.

It's the hairpin she wears.

The man carefully picked it up and stroked it gently.