After watching Chen Jinye disappear into the night, Chen Jinsong slowly untied the clothes wrapped around his body, and the dark clothes had been soaked in blood and stolen, "It's okay, it's okay......."

Chen Jinsong couldn't help but mutter, and slowly sat down on the Taishi chair behind him, he lowered his head and carefully examined the wound, only to see a bubbling thick current from his left chest, like a volcano, and like well water.

Chen Jinsong hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, pressed it hard with his hand, and under the severe pain, he couldn't help but let out a low roar, but saw the little maid who came over with tea at the door 'snapped' and smashed the jade plate in his hand.

"Lord Wang—"

She didn't scream loudly, but just called him smoothly and naturally, Chen Jinsong nodded at her quite satisfied, "Are you afraid?" ”。

The maid glanced at Chen Jinsong, and quickly turned around and went to the small cabinet in the next room to take out a box of medicine boxes that she had kept for a long time, and the maid quickly ran back to the study, and then sprinkled the gold sores in the medicine box carefully on his wound, and carefully cut along the edge of the wound with scissors, revealing the entire chest and back.

The maid blushed slightly, took out the cotton cloth strip in the medicine box, carefully wound it around Chen Jinsong's wound, and soon Chen Jinsong was bandaged.

The maid lowered her head slightly, slowly exited the study, and after a while, she brought in a bucket of clean water, soaked it with a cotton towel, and carefully wiped away the remaining blood stains on his body.

Chen Jinsong leaned comfortably on the Taishi's chair, squinting slightly, his wound had been treated, looking at the slender back who left with the basin, he ordered: "Bring a clean dress for this king."

The servant girl paused slightly, and then responded calmly and steadily: "Don't worry, the slave and maid will go and get it", and after that, she walked out of the door of the study without looking back.

The corners of Chen Jinsong's mouth trembled slightly, and then he leaned on the Taishi chair and continued to squint.

After a while, the maidservant came over with a red robe in her hand, woke up Chen Jinsong, and carefully waited for him to change into it, and then she held his arm slightly, "Lord Wang, go back to the room to rest early."

Chen Jinsong glanced at the maidservant, then pushed it away, the corners of his mouth lifted up a little coldly, and said, "Cheap maid, you'd better recognize your identity."

After that, Chen Jinsong took away the clothes on his body slightly, and then walked steadily towards the direction of the dormitory step by step. Only the delicate maid with tears in her eyes was left behind......

At noon the next day, when Chen Jinsong came out of the dormitory, he found that the maid waiting beside him had changed, he snorted coldly, and then stepped into the main hall.

"Lord Wang, this is crispy bamboo shoots"

The maid sandwiched the crispy bamboo shoots into Chen Jinsong's rice plate, Chen Jinsong raised his eyebrows and smiled, and then put it in his mouth, "It tastes good."

After lunch, Chen Jinsong held his chin and stared at the little maidservant, "Let's make some tea."

The maidservant who got the order bowed slightly, slowly pinched the little remaining Tianshan Longjing, and then carefully brewed it, poured the tea in the teapot into the teacup in front of Chen Jinsong, "Lord Wang, please use."

With that, the maidservant girl slowly got up and stood not far away.

Chen Jinsong took a sip slightly, and then looked at the maid with some interest, and slowly whispered: "It's good."

Hearing Chen Jinsong's appreciation, the maid nodded at him without any special fluctuations, and then lowered her body a little.

Chen Jinsong looked at her in surprise, then sneered for a while, and slowly got up from his position and went to the study, the maid put the steaming teapot and the teacup into the jade plate, and then slowly walked behind Chen Jinsong, and when Chen Jinsong sat down in front of the bookcase, slowly put the jade plate on the table on one side.

When she had done everything, the maidservant bowed her back and exited the room.

Chen Jinsong glanced at the back of the maid leaving, snorted and shook his head, and then picked up the brush and drew it carefully......

Time is like a beauty that has been carefully carved by a pen, its appearance is already the most beautiful interpretation, as the day passes, the beautiful veil will drift away, revealing her beautiful appearance.

Soon, the sun was slowly falling from the west, Chen Jinsong slowly stood up from the bookcase, paced to the platform on the side, poured out a little bit of the Tianshan Longjing, which had already been cool, and sent it into his mouth, which was very cool.

After putting down the teacup, he strolled to the door of the study, slowly opened, the dim scene outside the door was very attractive, Chen Jinsong always felt that such a scene was the most warm, so every time it came, he would come out of the room and sit quietly in the pavilion in the courtyard.

Today's weather is very sunny, Chen Jinsong frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and calculated carefully, logically speaking, such a good weather should have ended earlier, and this year is indeed good and a little abnormal.

Just thinking about it, I saw the little maid come over with a medicine box and said, "Lord Wang, it's time to change the medicine."

Chen Jinsong squinted at the maidservant, "Put the medicine box on the table in the study, and the king will change it himself."

The maid who got the order slowly entered the study, put the medicine box in, and then paced out, and after dotting the yard, the maid walked slowly towards the side of the study, watching her move like this, Chen Jinsong immediately shouted: "What are you doing!" ”。

The little maid was frightened by this sudden roar, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, "King, lord, the slave is about to enter the room to find a candle to light a lamp for the prince."

Chen Jinsong squinted his eyes dangerously and asked coldly: "This king remembers that the room is lived by a person named Ruoniang."

Hearing Chen Jinsong's cold voice, the little maid responded even more nervously: "Qi, Qi Wangye, it is Ruoniang who asked the slave maid to move to this house."

As soon as the maid's words fell, the whole courtyard fell into unprecedented silence, Chen Jinsong's eyes narrowed and opened, and squinted and opened, and after a few back and forth, he seemed to be tired of this boring trick, so he calmed his throat and ordered: "Where is she now, bring her to this king."

As soon as Chen Jinsong gave an order, the entire courtyard fell into a panic, the small servants knelt down one after another, and the guards quickly dispatched manpower to find each courtyard and side hall after receiving the order.

Chen Jinsong looked at the people kneeling in front of him in the courtyard, and entered the hall with a lot of irritability, the food on the table was ready, he slowly walked into the banquet, picked the dishes on the plate with chopsticks, and then slowly put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Bring me the tea!"

The maidservant who had been ordered hurriedly got up from the ground, and carried the dragon well into the main hall from the study very nervously, although she was still carefully pretending to be calm, but the sound of the jade plate in her hand showed her fear and fear.

Chen Jinsong raised his head slightly and glanced at the maid, and the maid hurriedly knocked over the jade plate, Chen Jinsong watched the maid grab the porcelain piece with her hand in a panic, and the blood was gurgling out, he held his chin with great interest, and stared so tightly.

After a while, Chen Jinsong sneered, "Imitate her, you are still far behind."

With that, Chen Jinsong strode out of the room, and then kicked the servant in charge, "Where did she go!?" ”。

The servant in charge was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his mouth was a little unclear, and for half a moment, he only muttered the word "no" in his mouth, Chen Jinsong slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, and then slowly put it on the servant's neck, and asked in a voice like from hell: "Where is she?" ”。

The servant was so frightened that tears were falling from his eyes, and he twitched as fast as he could, "She, she, she, she's gone."

"What do you mean it's gone!?"

As he spoke, Chen Jinsong's sword had already slashed into the slave's neck, and the blood slowly dripped down the angle between the blade and the neck.

Looking at the servant who fell at his feet, Chen Jinsong angrily plunged his sword into the ground and roared, "Aren't you afraid of death!" Not afraid of death, are you! Then this king will fulfill you. Just when Chen Jinsong was a little crazy, the little maid slowly climbed out of the house in the main hall, "Lord Qi, if she has left a letter for you!" ”。

As she spoke, the maidservant poked out a neat stack of paper from her bosom with her bloodstained hand.

Chen Jinsong almost did not hesitate to pull up the sword inserted into the ground, and threw it at the servant girl with great anger, the sword slashed through the not very bright air in the evening, hissed into the letter in the handmaid's hand, and then pierced into the servant's heart.

"Get out! Get the hell out of me—"

Chen Jinsong roared wildly, making the people who were crawling on the ground tremble suddenly, and the servants did not dare to look in the direction of Chen Jinsong, in order to save their lives, they escaped from the courtyard one by one.

Chen Jinsong slowly turned his body to the direction where the maid fell, he passed step by step, locking his eyes on the letter paper that should have been clean, the maid still had a breath of breath at this time, but Chen Jinsong never looked at her.

She watched Chen Jinsong tremblingly put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and when he pulled it out, she only left: "Wang...", and completely disappeared in the silent courtyard.

Chen Jinsong didn't care if there was someone in front of him who just left, he didn't care, the only thing that made him feel like this was the bloodstained envelope, because this letter might tell him where she was.

He took the envelope off the sword with trembling hands, regardless of whether the ruthless sword cut his fingers or not, and finally his blood dripped on the letter, and he was deeply integrated with the person who wrote the letter, perhaps, this is the closest Ruoniang has ever been to Chen Jinsong in her life.